Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 165 166
In the library of Ravenclaw College, all the students watching Scott's arithmetic divination were frightened by [Voldemort] he wrote on the parchment.

"Scott!"

Ethan's voice trembled a little.

"This... this... can't... stop..."

At this time, other Ravenclaws also talked about persuasion.

"Stop! Trollope!"

"It's too dangerous!"

Of course, even though their faces were pale with fright, some Ravenclaws couldn't restrain their curiosity at all.

"Do you know anything? What does the crown have to do with the You-Know-Who?"

"Who is Helena Ravenclaw?"

Their blurted questions were mixed with the words stopping Scott's movement, and for a moment, the library sounded like a commotion.

Scott couldn't help frowning.

It's funny to say that on the one hand, everyone doesn't believe that Voldemort will make a comeback, and on the other hand, they are still so afraid of his name.

This is also contradictory enough.

"To shut up!"

At this moment, Ms. Gray suddenly turned to look at the students.

Her body floated up, and some dazzling white light lingered around her.

"Quiet!"

Her eyes were like ice that never melted, and her long dark brown hair fluttered automatically in the absence of wind.

At this moment, all the students stared blankly at her and forgot to speak.

"I am Helena Ravenclaw!"

Ms. Gray said coldly.

"Daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw!"

The Ravenclaws present all opened their mouths involuntarily.

"You are the daughter of Ravenclaw..."

Someone blurted out to ask something, but Ms. Gray immediately turned her head and stared at him with icy eyes.

"I always thought you were Lady Jane Gray, the famous Queen of Nine Days..."

As Ms. Gray watched, his voice grew quieter, and finally he shut up.

"Don't bother us again!"

Ms. Gray ordered coldly, looked around the crowd with a warning, and turned to look at Scott again.

"Go on."

She said to Scott kindly.

"Ok."

Scott nodded.

He glanced at the classmates present, and was amused by their distorted expressions caused by forced curiosity, but he held back.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and looked at the parchment on the table again.

After thinking about it, he wrote down the event and time when Voldemort returned to school to apply for a job.

"This?"

Ms. Gray was a little surprised.

"That was the first time he showed up after graduation, and the period in between is the most likely time to take the crown."

Ms. Gray nodded approvingly.

With the help of her memories, Scott wrote down the exact date intervals during that time.

"These are the known conditions."

Scott thought for a while, and looked at Ms. Gray again asking.

Ms. Gray thought for a moment, then nodded again.

"So, now is the beginning."

Scott said, and converted all the words on the paper into numbers at an extremely fast speed, and recorded them with a pen.

However, it seems that he will soon stop thinking about it.

The Ravenclaws around who had learned this course began to report the exact numbers one by one, and Scott seemed to be the recorder instead.

This time, Ms. Gray didn't shut them up.

Scott wrote quickly with the hand holding the pen, and quickly converted all the words.

He put pen to paper and drew his wand.

"Rules of arithmetic!"

While reciting the incantation, he waved his wand and tapped on the parchment.

The black pen stood up, continuously and automatically writing down the calculated results one by one on the parchment.

When all calculations were complete, Scott raised his wand, capped the pen and set it aside, then waved his wand again.

"The numbers appear!"

As his wand tapped on the parchment again, the numbers calculated by the arithmetic rules immediately moved.

"This is……"

"Is there another spell like this?"

"Why haven't I learned it!"

Scott heard the exclamation of some students around him, and couldn't help showing a slight smile.

If it wasn't for his sudden understanding, he wouldn't be able to see the hidden true face of the magic discipline of arithmetic and divination.

This is probably what Professor Victor called talent.

If you don't comprehend it yourself, no matter how detailed the teaching is, it will be useless.

Just like now, although Scott himself already knows how to do it, if he is asked to teach others, he may not be able to do it.

Even if everyone learns this mantra, it is actually impossible to use it.

The so-called magic is often unreasonable like this.

At this moment, the numbers on the parchment began to scramble, collide with each other, and then disappear, and the numbers on the paper have become less and less.

Until the end, a number [2] stopped above the divination target [Ravenclaw's crown].

"[2]?" Scott heard someone muttering, "In the content of 'Number and Name Divination' we have learned, the number [2] represents interaction and two-way communication, cooperation and balance."

"It also represents a contradiction, a mixture of positive and negative aspects."

Someone went on.

"It often represents two opposite sides of things: day and night, justice and evil, etc."

That can also be explained.

Scott thought.

Voldemort used his powerful communication skills to defraud the news of the crown from Ms. Gray, and made it into a Horcrux.

This resulted in the diadem's intelligence-enhancing abilities intermingling with Voldemort's evil spirit.

but……

He now knows that arithmetic divination requires a strong magic power perception ability to interpret accurate results.

This is simply tailor-made for him, and it's no wonder that he had the urge to brag about it before.

"Such a result... how to interpret it?"

Everyone around stared at Scott curiously.

"If it's just a number, no accurate conclusion can be interpreted at all."

Scott smiled, and stretched out his finger to touch the number [2] on the top of the parchment.

Then, he closed his eyes and sank into his mind.

Immediately the image of Ravenclaw's diadem came to his mind, growing clearer.

"The dilapidated crown."

he murmured.

"In a cluttered room...a pockmarked wizard statue..."

Scott opened his eyes.

He was a little stunned.

Because he didn't expect that he really calculated the location of the crown through arithmetic divination.

"you saw it?"

Lady Gray stared at him closely.

"Have you seen the crown?"

She looked so excited that she wanted to grab Scott's arm.

But her hand could only slide across Scott's body, bringing him a chilling experience.

"Yes, I saw it."

Scott said quickly.

"where is it?"

Ms. Gray asked impatiently.

"Where is the crown?"

(End of this chapter)