Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Adolescence, a beautiful, hazy word for teenagers.

Even as a young wizard, he is still a human being and has the weaknesses that humans should have.

Under the ripples of spring, Ryan just inserted a word crown in Harry's mind without malice.

Harry, who lost his mind and immersed in youth, thought of a tall white marble statue standing in the alcove of the lounge and the stone crown on its head.

Ryan didn't even guide him further, everything was ready.

Ryan just wanted to evoke Harry's memories and curiosity about the marble statue.

Then proceed to the next step.

But Harry did it himself.

In a corner that Harry couldn't see, in the quilt of the four-poster bed next to him near the wall, Ryan looked confused.

He couldn't understand at all how to connect the pursuit of Qiu Zhang with finding the crown of Ravenclaw.

Ryan could only understand that Harry Potter had reached puberty, so that he became Ron.

After all, it was not normal for Harry to think so.

But for Ron, Ryan even felt that Ron's imagination this time was not as good as before, and Ryan might further think whether Ron was hungry.

On the other side, Harry had already changed his clothes and was ready to check the statue.

The reason why Harry was so confident was because of a secret method.

Except for Ryan and Hermione, only he knew the secret method.

It was a unique secret method of Atlantis in the deep ocean.

Harry discovered this summer that it can not only be used in potions, but also has unique features in sensing some magical items.

In other words, it is a simplified version of those powerful wizards sensing magic through their hands and eyes.

In this way, if his guess is correct, the Ravenclaw crown will reappear and be discovered by him.

That is Harry Potter?

It's over. Peeves has been targeting us because of him. We are not in the same grade as him!

So, is it true that Peeves is afraid of Harry Potter?

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At 7:30 in the morning, in the corner of the Ravenclaw common room, several first-year students pointed at Harry who suddenly appeared.

Most Ravenclaws keep the good habit of getting up early, especially in the first year.

Harry was already used to these looks, and he almost went straight to the alcove next to the dormitory door.

Maybe he was too eager, and he ignored Ms. Grey who was still floating beside him.

He almost went straight through her chest. Harry shrank his neck, as if he recalled the feeling of being poured with ice water on his head when he accidentally passed through Nick.

I'm sorry, I didn't see it just now. Harry said hurriedly after coming to his senses.

He looked in the direction of Ms. Grey, who seemed to have completely ignored Harry, and the whole person was as cold as a plum blossom blooming alone in the ice and snow.

Harry followed Ms. Grey's sight and found that she was always looking at the beautiful but somewhat intimidating face of Ravenclaw.

Is she your mother? Maybe because of Qiu Zhang, or because he wanted to find the crown of Ravenclaw too much, Harry blurted out.

Harry looked at Ms. Grey nervously. She was as beautiful as Ravenclaw and equally difficult to approach.

However, the real reason why she made people feel distant was completely different from Ravenclaw. She was more like the arrogance and contempt in her bones.

Harry suddenly thought of it for no reason.

Ms. Grey seemed to wake up suddenly from a dream, her lips twisted into a sneer, another student coveting the crown. Another one? So you are really the daughter of Ravenclaw? Are you really Hermione Ravenclaw? Harry said shrewdly.

He noticed that Ms. Grey was not easy to approach.

So he deliberately made up a name to attract her attention.

Hermione? What a ridiculous name? Hermione, who was still sleeping in the dormitory, sneezed, and Ms. Grey's beautiful face showed a sarcastic expression.

This is almost exactly the same as the marble statue of Ravenclaw with a faint and teasing smile on its face!

You are indeed the daughter of Ravenclaw! Harry looked at the first-year students and said in a low voice.

The smile on Ms. Grey's face froze. She would not blush, but her transparent cheeks seemed to become less transparent.

Obviously, she noticed Harry's trick.

How dare you? Ms. Grey stammered.

She hadn't been so excited for so long that she lost her composure.

Like this, she still remembered it was more than forty years ago.

That handsome boy was even more excessive. He cheated her heart and her secret.

The worst thing was that after getting the secret, he ignored her.

No! He is a bastard!

He has obviously returned, but he has not come to see him!

How could he not know that she has been motionless in the Ravenclaw common room!

Thinking of this, a trace of transparent mist condensed in Ms. Grey's eyes.

Sorry, I just want to know your name? After all, you are so sudden. The intuition made Harry's words change.

Really?

But you are much uglier. Mrs. Grey smiled, as if she was thinking of the scene when Riddle, who had Harry's face, was smooth-talking in front of her and was finally ruthlessly rejected by her.

You are not angry anymore? Harry asked nervously.

But Harry was not really worried that he had said the wrong thing.

His uneasiness was due to a sudden feeling.

Ms. Grey's smile just now was like a ray of sunshine, deeply shining into Harry's heart.

It was also the first time he discovered her beauty, the kind of beauty that made his heart beat.

Qiu Zhang's figure unconsciously blurred in his heart for a moment.

The figures that walked out of the dormitory one after another did not divert Harry's attention.

He really doubted whether Ms. Grey was the most precious crown he wanted to find.

Helena Ravenclaw. Ms. Grey whispered, and seeing that Harry was still immersed in her gaze, she smiled and said: It seems that you really just want to know my name, what's the next step? Harry Potter?

Nothing else?

I think I found something more beautiful than the Ravenclaw crown. Harry blushed.

As for Qiu Zhang?

Who?

As soon as Harry finished speaking, the feeling of being moved became stronger, and he could feel that it came from the statue at that time.

But now, he didn't want to think about anything.

He just wanted to look at Helena.

Can I call you Helena? Harry bit his lip and said with shame.

Yes. Helena smiled.

She saw herself in Harry Potter, the self who was anxious and worried in front of the boy named Tom Riddle.

As soon as Helena finished speaking, the sound of an eggshell cracking was heard not far from them.