The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

In the library of Ravenclaw College, all the students who were watching Scott's arithmetic were frightened by the "Voldemort" he wrote on the parchment.

"Scott!"

Ethan's voice was trembling.

"This... this... no... stop it..."

At this time, other Ravenclaws also persuaded him.

"Stop! Trollope!"

"This is too dangerous!"

Of course, even if they were pale with fear, some Ravenclaws could not suppress their curiosity.

"Do you know anything? What is the relationship between the crown and the mysterious man?"

"Who is Helena Ravenclaw?"

The questions they blurted out were mixed with the words to stop Scott's action. For a moment, the library sounded like a quarrel.

Scott couldn't help frowning.

It's funny that on the one hand, everyone didn't believe that Voldemort would come back, and on the other hand, they were still so afraid of his name.

This is quite contradictory.

"Shut up!"

At this time, Ms. Grey suddenly turned around and looked at the students.

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

"Quiet!"

Her eyes were like ice that had not melted for years, and her long dark brown hair fluttered without wind.

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

"I am Helena Ravenclaw!"

Ms. Grey said coldly.

"Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter!"

The Ravenclaws present all opened their mouths involuntarily.

"You are Ravenclaw's daughter..."

Someone blurted out something and wanted to ask something, but Ms. Grey immediately turned around and stared at him with cold eyes.

"I always thought you were Ms. Jane Grey, the famous Queen of the Nine Days..."

Under Ms. Grey's gaze, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he shut up.

"Don't disturb us anymore!"

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

"You continue."

She said to Scott with a pleasant face.

"Okay."

Scott nodded.

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

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

After thinking for a while, he wrote down the events and time when Voldemort returned to school to look for a job.

"This?"

Ms. Grey was a little surprised.

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

Ms. Grey nodded in agreement.

With the help of her memory, Scott wrote down the specific date interval of that period.

"These are the known conditions."

Scott thought about it, and looked at Ms. Grey again inquiringly.

Ms. Grey thought for a while and nodded again.

"Then, now is the beginning."

Scott said, and quickly converted all the words on the paper into numbers and recorded them with a pen.

However, it seemed that he soon didn't need to think.

The Ravenclaws around him who had studied this course began to report the exact numbers one by one, and Scott seemed to have become a recorder.

This time, Ms. Grey did not shut them up again.

Scott wrote quickly with the pen in his hand, and soon all the words were converted.

He put the pen on the paper and took out his wand.

"Arithmetic Law!"

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

The black pen stood up and kept writing down the results of the calculations on the parchment.

When all the calculations were completed, Scott raised his wand, covered the pen and put it aside, and then waved his wand again.

"Numbers appear!"

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

"This is..."

"Is there such a spell?"

"Why haven't I learned it!"

Scott heard the exclamations of some classmates around him, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

If he hadn't suddenly realized something, he wouldn't have been able to peek into the true face of the magic subject of arithmetic divination.

This is probably what Professor Victor said about talent.

If you don't understand it yourself, even the most detailed teaching 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 spell, they can't actually use it.

So-called magic is often unreasonable like this.

At this moment, the numbers on the parchment began to run around, collide with each other, and then disappear. The numbers on the paper have become fewer and fewer.

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

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

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

Someone continued.

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

That makes sense.

Scott thought.

Voldemort used his powerful communication skills to deceive Ms. Gray about the tiara and turned it into a Horcrux.

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

but……

He now knows that arithmetic divination requires strong magic perception in order to interpret accurate results.

This was tailor-made for him, and it was no wonder that he had the urge to play before.

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

Everyone around looked at Scott curiously.

"If it's just a number, we can't draw an accurate conclusion 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.

The image of Ravenclaw's diadem suddenly appeared in his mind, becoming more and more clear.

"The worn crown."

he murmured.

"In a room full of clutter...a wizard statue covered in pockmarks..."

Scott opened his eyes.

He was a little dazed.

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

"you saw it?"

Ms. Gray stared at him closely.

"Did you see the crown?"

She looked so excited that she even wanted to reach out and grab Scott's arm.

But her hand could only pass through Scott's body, giving him a chilling experience.

"Yes, I saw it."

Scott said quickly.

"Where?"

Ms. Gray asked impatiently.

"Where is the crown?"