[HP] The Tweed River flows

Nothing special happened in the next few days, as if everything that happened that afternoon was just an occasional ripple on the surface of the lake, too small to be worth mentioning.Mother is as busy as ever, even more than before the break.I later learned that my mother was organizing the celebration of the seventh anniversary of Hogwarts at that time.Hogwarts Castle was decorated with lights and festoons, all the famous people in the wizarding world were dressed up, and my mother's wonderful speech drew thunderous applause from the audience... These are all the descriptions I heard from Hayden later.On the day of the celebration, almost all the Ravenclaw family was present, almost, because I stayed at home with the house-elf.

I once felt deeply regretful and unwilling to miss that unprecedented event. However, it was not until many years later that I gradually realized that what really made me unforgettable that day was actually the presence of my mother.

It was the first and only time in my life that I saw my mother wearing a crown and going out in full dress.

Mother was a beauty, no doubt about it.But unusually, she spends very little time grooming herself.So more often, what I deeply admire is her temperament and demeanor rather than her appearance itself.The Mother's Diadem is also a legendary magical artifact.Even if I live in the depths of the Ravenclaw mansion all the year round, I can hear the awe and longing from the tone of the visiting guests.

On the afternoon of the ceremony, she appeared downstairs wearing a tiara.Wearing an elegant lake blue long dress, her black wavy hair shrouded in a hazy soft light in the sun, and the jewels on the crown accompanies her every turn around like a rainbow.The midsummer sun surrounded her, but she herself was brighter than that sun.I think she is like Athena who just stepped down from the altar, so noble that people dare not look directly at her.Everything in the world pales in comparison to her.

I remember that at that time, I stared intently at the place where her carriage disappeared, until my eyes were sore and swollen, and then I sat back in front of my dressing table in a daze, and I was still unable to recover from the shock.I looked at myself in the mirror and could only lament, wondering when I would be like her?Infinite admiration, longing and longing surged in my heart, and I imagined countless times that I was standing on a high platform wearing a sparkling crown, calmly accepting the admiration of everyone like my mother.Probably from then on, becoming a person like my mother has become my lifelong ideal.

You guessed it, since then, I have longed for my mother's tiara very much, but that yearning is very simple, I am just obsessed with its exquisiteness and beauty.It is said that this crown was a gift from her grandfather when she was an adult, and it was originally just an exquisite headdress.In the hands of my mother, it gradually possessed the magical power of broadening people's thinking and increasing wisdom, and then transformed from an ornament into a powerful magical artifact. Unfortunately, she seldom wears it since then.I once asked her why, but my mother gave me a puzzling answer:

"Extraordinary ingenuity is the greatest wealth of human beings, but sometimes excess wisdom will only become a burden. For example, sometimes reason tells you that this is wrong, but you still want to do it."

I didn't pay attention to my mother's incomprehensible speech. She often said some incomprehensible words, and every time I felt dull.What's more, at that time, all my attention was focused on the wooden box on the top of the cabinet - where my mother's precious crown was kept.I also asked my mother to let me try it on, and promised not to break it again and again, but was refused without hesitation.Adults always have good reasons for making rules, reasonable or not, don't they?

Maybe some kind of rebellious blood was at work, and I decided to take a chance.

This afternoon, they were all visiting an important friend's house, and once again it was just me and the working house-elves in the big house.I took this opportunity to sneak into my mother's room.I know it's bad, but I don't mean any harm, I'm just curious how I would look wearing the crown.Besides, what harm can it do if you wear it without anyone noticing it?As my mother said: "There are times when reason tells you it's wrong, but you still want to do it."

The mother's tiara has always been stored atop the tallest wardrobe.The cabinet was very, very high, and my mother used a hovering charm to put the crown back in place every time, so naturally I couldn't reach it.I don't have a wand yet, so I'm dragging the heavy oak chair inch by inch like a Muggle.By the time I finished the "chair tower", I was happy but almost exhausted.I carefully climbed onto the chair, tiptoed, and stretched my arms to reach my mother's crown, but it was always a little bit short.The passage of time makes me very anxious, they have been away for a long time, and if I don't get the crown, I may not have time to restore everything before they return.

what to do?I hesitated for a long time, then quickly climbed down the rickety chair tower, found a few thick books of my mother, padded the books under the chair with guilt, and climbed up again, just in time to touch the wooden box.As a result, at this time, I heard the sound of the door opening from downstairs.I was terrified, turned around suddenly but suddenly lost my balance and staggered, I covered my mouth to prevent myself from screaming, and the chair slammed into the wardrobe suddenly, making a loud noise.

"What sound?" Grandfather's voice came from downstairs.

"I'll go up and see," my mother replied, and then I heard footsteps going upstairs.

I was so anxious that I was about to cry. The chair leaned against the wardrobe crookedly, and it would collapse at any moment.The footsteps were getting closer, and I was desperate to put the diadem back in place.The already shaky chair couldn't withstand such a large movement, and it collapsed the moment the door opened.

Time seemed to slow down, and the wooden box containing the crown came out of my hand, and I also fell off the high-stacked chair.The mother rushed over quickly, and even forgot to pull out the wand in a hurry, like an ordinary mother, she used her arms to catch the child who fell from a high place.Perhaps, whether she is a witch or a Muggle, she is just an ordinary mother when facing her children.She held me up, and the hard corners of the box hit her forehead and tumbled to the ground.I gasped in shock.

"Are you all right?" She asked me palely, showing nervousness for the first time in her life.

"Blood! Bleeding!" I said in panic, staring at her forehead where the box had hit it.

"Where?" She asked nervously, but her eyes searched for me.

"It's not me, it's you!" I whispered, struggling to stand up.Fallen chairs, torn pages, broken wooden boxes... the ground was a mess.

Only then did she pull out her wand and waved it lightly. The wound healed and the blood disappeared immediately.

"What happened, Rowena?" downstairs, the grandfather asked gruffly.

"Don't worry. I accidentally knocked over a chair." Mother replied without thinking, and then she lowered her head, looked at the broken wooden box, and frowned slightly.

I also looked at the ground, and my heart sank.The crown broke.

"I...I...just want to take a look...I'm sorry..." I muttered, too guilty to look at her, "It's all my fault...I made a mess here..."

"It's okay, just repair it a little bit." She waved her wand, and the box was intact, and the broken crown was automatically put away.However, I know that it is not so simple to restore the works of goblins.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." I lowered my head and said, tears were about to fall.What have I done?Disobeying my mother's orders, I sneaked into her room when she was away, broke her precious diadem and books, and made a mess of the house.

"It's okay. You can go back to your room." She said lightly, without any punishment.

that's all?I raised my head and looked at her blankly.And she didn't look at me, she waved her magic wand, and in the blink of an eye, all the chairs I had moved with all my strength were sent back, and the broken pages were automatically put back into the book.

I turned around to leave, not knowing why I was so frustrated.Why doesn't she scold me?It made me sad, even worse than when she scolded me.She is always like this when she faces me, her tone is faint, her smile is faint, and sometimes her eyes are also faint.Faint, so that you can not understand whether she is happy or angry, happy or sad, it seems that she never has too much emotion.As if everything in life, including me, were nothing more than the occasional raindrop gliding across the lake, making a tiny ripple that might never be worth her attention.I sneaked into her room, peeked at her things when she was away, and broke her precious diadem and books.My daughter did such a thing. Anyone should be very angry, but she still doesn't care. Could it be that she thinks I'm not worth being angry at all?

"Helena," at this moment she seemed to think of something, and suddenly stopped me.

I stopped in a complicated mood, wondering if my punishment was coming.

"Remember, don't climb to such a high place in the future, not every time someone can catch you."

The tone was still light, like a breeze blowing by my ears inadvertently, but I felt an unknown faint warmth flowing through my heart.Is she caring about me?I was a little surprised and turned around and walked towards my room, trying to interpret the meaning of my mother's words in a good direction.At that time, I didn't know that one day more than ten years later, I would fall from a tree in the Albanian forest by myself and fall heavily on the hard and cold mud. Tears welled up in my eyes, not because of the pain, but because of the pain. But because I suddenly remembered this sentence.Mother's words are always like some kind of wonderful prophecy, perhaps, this is the punishment I deserve.

At dinner, I saw the wooden case with the diadem beside the table.

"Why did it break? Didn't you keep it on the cabinet?" Grandpa asked, frowning.I was uneasy, my heart beat wildly, and I couldn't help but clenched the fork tightly.I don't want my grandfather to know about it, even if I'm tormented by guilt.I looked at my mother almost pleadingly, but she didn't notice me at all.

"It's nothing, I accidentally touched it when I was picking up the book, and it fell off the cabinet," my mother explained, calm as ever, "I'll send it to fix it tomorrow and it will be fine."

I breathed a sigh of relief.She knew me, she knew what I was most afraid of, so she lied to her father; she still loved me, so when I and the crown fell at the same time, she caught me without hesitation.A candy melted in my heart, I lowered my head and smiled at my dinner.My dear little uncle looked at me strangely, very puzzled.