This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

The two of them didn't care about the things in the box at first, because that thing was the cheapest.

While Andrew and the professor carefully kept their memories, the door of the secret room closed by itself and disappeared directly into the wall, as if it had never existed.

"It's hidden, and it will take at least a hundred years before it appears again."

Dumbledore said with a smile, "Anyway, I can't sense it anymore. I said, there are so many secrets hidden in Hogwarts."

Andrew wanted to say something, but found that the people around him looked at Dumbledore strangely.

He was stunned for a moment, and then thought of something - it's over, Dumbledore's treasure hunting personality was established by him.

'A legend is too much, I suspect they are all wondering how much treasure Dumbledore has dug out...'

'It's not a big problem, you can still be saved, Taylor. '

Andrew didn't follow the others, just closed his eyes and tried to think - as a person who had just flipped through the Ravenclaw bookshelf, it was normal for him to think.

"Well, it's a good thing that there are no new books, Taylor," Professor Flitwick advised him, "It's time to see what gift the headmaster of Ravenclaw left for us, whether the crown is inside." Andrew clearly felt that everyone was in high spirits. The most popular legend in Hogwarts is to find the crown and put it on, then gain peerless wisdom, easily complete all homework, and become the best wizard in Hogwarts. Every student has fantasized about it, and every professor - they were students before. Even Nina, who was far away in Beauxbatons, had heard of this thing, so everyone's attention was diverted to it. 'It's really a time to test acting skills,' Andrew secretly complained, and then released the Iron Armor Charm on himself, "It's better to protect yourself, I'm not sure if there are Peeves' traps or something." In order to prevent others from testing their acting skills, he stood in front of the box, "I'll open it, Headmaster, in case there are other protective magic." "Be careful, Taylor." Professor Flitwick said reluctantly, and then gave up his position. The box was not big, Andrew carefully pointed his wand at it, "Alaho!"

With great ease - the box slowly opened, and the blue gems spilled out directly, filling the ground.

Andrew looked at it in confusion, then looked again, and cast an inquiring look at the dean.

"It should be, the leftovers from the past?"

That's right - this thing is exactly the same as the gems used in the scoring hourglass. It is valuable, and it can indeed be exchanged for a sum of Galleons, but in the wizarding world, there are probably not many Ravenclaws who don't know it.

If it is sold today, the Daily Prophet will be able to publish the front page headline tomorrow - Hogwarts is so poor that it disassembled the scoring hourglass to sell gems!

This is a real front page headline.

"This thing cannot be divided, it can be priced according to the gems," Professor Flitwick said very seriously, "I will buy it on behalf of the college."

Exploration rules, if there is no owner, it will be divided according to contribution, and if there is an heir but the heir is unaware, the team and the heir will share it 50-50.

Sirius and his team were stuck in the excavation process, so another 10% will be deducted, that is, the two of them will get 40%, and Ravenclaw will get 60%.

"My share will be donated to the college," Andrew shook his head. Although the professor said he would give him 30%, he was too embarrassed to sell the college's scoring gems. He would lose face.

The gems were quickly cleaned up, and then Professor Flitwick began to count the money painfully.

The box continued to surge, this time with a pile of Sickles, not many, but well preserved.

In the sense of alchemy, silver Sickles represent wisdom and judgment, and their own value is limited, mainly for symbolic meaning.

But...

The money has been stored for so long, it is ridiculously expensive...

Fortunately, this share does not need to be bought out, otherwise it will not be much cheaper than the first share - this is the agreed reward, for bait.

However, I am not very at ease with this money. Anyway, Andrew thinks that the Peeves who are still locked up over there are targeting this senior Elizabeth.

The hatred of Peeves is not easy to deal with, and the next prank will probably be aimed at her.

‘I hope she can escape Peeves’ pursuit safely. This money is hard-earned…’

Even without cannons and muzzle-loading rifles, Peeves’ targeting is not easy to withstand.

The box gushed for the third time, this time it was a pile of messy sundries, and Professor Flitwick simply checked it.

“Some messy and crudely made magic props of dark wizards… probably the spoils of Ms. Ravenclaw, share them.”

If the box had not been well protected, these things would have become ineffective. If you want to say whether they are worth money or not, they are worth a lot, but the historical value is far less. Piles of spoils - Professor Flitwick obviously didn’t intend to recycle so much, he even wanted Sirius and the others to take more, but both of them refused.

‘This is a pile of Galleons…’

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Andrew calculated that the historical addition was too harsh, and the value of these things could be multiplied many times.

But the box is still vomiting, this time it is a pile of parchment.

"Manuscripts!"

Professor Flitwick took them and quickly checked them.

"The basics of reading are..." Professor Flitwick was stunned for a moment, "It's very difficult, but you should have no problem. Do you want to read it?"

He looked at Sirius and Nina, "There was a strange verification magic on the first one, but it didn't pass down. These are some spell notes of Ms. Ravenclaw, which should match some books in the restricted area. I will copy them directly for you."

Professor Flitwick turned to look at Andrew again, and handed the manuscript in his hand to Dumbledore while talking. The headmaster took it seriously, but after reading a few pages quickly, his expression became serious and his reading speed slowed down a lot.

"Taylor, you can't read it now. Try it when you are in the fifth grade. Your spell accumulation is too poor."

"I will check the manuscript and then determine when you can learn it. Don't worry, you have a great hope."

"I won't peek, professor."

Andrew promised seriously-he didn't know what the professor swallowed, but he thought it was something similar to the rules of Transfiguration.

But their discussion was interrupted by other things sprayed out of the box.

Although the speed was slowing down, four things still emerged.

A small metal mirror, a small cup, a brooch, and a small raven-shaped ornament, completely different from the trophies, were carefully placed in a wooden box.

"This raven," Professor Flitwick held it carefully, "Albus, that painting!"

"Yes, without a doubt, the raven in the painting, the ornament on the Ravenclaw table."

Dumbledore nodded, he had also seen the portrait, there was no mistake.

'Professor, we have 60%, don't be like this...'

But it's really hard to divide 60% of four things.

Andrew sighed and looked at the other three things - I don't know what's going on with them. I guess the dean won't allow experiments on the raven even if it has special effects, so it will probably be a pure decoration in the future.