Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 377, Section 375: Struggle

"I have a small question, Sheehan. What did Voldemort choose to create the Horcruxes?"

Before the statue could act, Justin composed himself and asked with a hint of curiosity.

"Ravenclaw's crown".

Sheen paused for a moment before replying.

"Ravenclaw's crown?!"

Justin instinctively gasped in surprise.

There are countless legends about the Ravenclaw crown at Hogwarts.

Just as most Hogwarts students know that Slytherin is Parseltongue, most Hogwarts students also know that Ravenclaw left behind a magically forged crown.

It is said that this crown can increase a wizard's wisdom, and the Weasley brothers once sold fake "Ravenclaw crowns".

If they hadn't mistaken glass beads for rubies, they might actually have been able to sell them for three silver scimitars.

"Ah."

Sheen ignored Justin's exclamation and instead pointed his wand horizontally, ordering the stone statue against the ceiling to act quickly.

At the same time, my proficiency in magical transformation also increased by three points.

“Sheen, this is… Ravenclaw’s tiara. There must be a way to remove it without destroying it…”

Justin remained silent for a while, but decided to make some attempts anyway.

Although Sheen treated the tiara like a common toffee in the Great Hall, he knew better than anyone the young wizard's pursuit of wisdom and knowledge.

Today, having realized that Voldemort would return, he was even less willing to destroy such a useful and powerful magical creation.

"Maybe so, or it might just be a legend."

Sheen's eyes flickered slightly.

The stone statue paused for only a moment before it thudded its way to the front of the crown.

"Little wizard, brave little wizard! Stay away from it!"

Just then, a familiar voice drifted through the Requirement room.

It turned out to be Mr. Owl, whose gold-rimmed glasses had fallen to the ground.

The stone statue guards, Sheen, Justin… all turned their heads at the same time and stared at it.

"What are you looking at! You stupid little wizard! You daring little wizard! You like the storeroom—and there's another one—"

Mr. Owl continued to flap his wings.

Despite its surprising behavior, the grip on the parchment scroll remained firm.

"Mr. Owl!"

Justin seemed very surprised; this was the first time he had seen an owl image outside of Hope Hut.

"A foolish but loyal little wizard!"

Mr. Owl is sharp-tongued.

"As a wise man of many centuries, you must know about the Ravenclaw crown. What is this 'other one' you mentioned?"

Justin didn't refute it, but instead asked cautiously.

"It's a secret—"

Mr. Owl is not fond of flattery.

"Well, then you probably don't know how Ravenclaw's tiara was made into a Horcrux..."

Justin looked very frustrated.

"A little wizard with his head stuck upside down in the ground, I don't know him?"
Go find Gray—go find Helena—the clever little wizard.

Mr. Owl, who was speaking with great emotion, suddenly fell silent at the end, his voice becoming much softer.
Tragedy can tell wizards a lot.

Justin's eyes lit up, but before he could thank him, Mr. Owl had vanished.

At the same time, Bai Yi suddenly flew away from the window.

“Grey…Grey…It’s Lady Grey—Sheen. If we could find out how Voldemort made Horcruxes, maybe we could find a way to break his curse?”

There's always another chance.

Justin quietly thanked Mr. Owl, then excitedly said, "Sheen glanced at Ravenclaw's crown, raised his wand, and the Stone Guardian instantly merged into the wooden cabinet, finally transforming into a solid stone box that sealed Ravenclaw's crown inside."

Only after doing all this did he feel a little more at ease.

"If we can't resolve this today, then we will..."

Sheen said.

Destroy the crown immediately!

Justin said in a low voice.

……

As they left the Room of Requirement, Sheehan and Justin bumped into Hermione, who looked anxious, at the door.

So, as they walked toward the Ravenclaw Tower, Justin kept his voice down and slowly explained the concept of Horcruxes.

"So, will he be resurrected...?"

Hermione turned pale with fright.

“There’s nothing to worry about, Hermione. He wants to kill all the Muggle wizards, but he’s overlooking the fact that Muggle wizards are the best wizards of this era.”

We will stand united, we will follow the leadership of our best wizard, and then we will fight him to the bitter end.

Justin said firmly.

Hermione was speechless for a moment; she hadn't yet processed this terrible news.

in the corridor.

Suddenly a low commotion arose, like distant thunder, telling them that someone had returned from Hogsmeade.

From both ends of the corridor, the sounds of footsteps climbing the stairs and the cheerful laughter of people enjoying their meals came from both sides. Then, the students pushed and shoved their way into the passageway from both ends.

They stood in the shadows of the corridor, letting the twilight stretch their shadows long.

“You’re right, we must fight him to the end.”

Hermione suddenly said, trembling.

“You know what, Hermione, if my mother were here, she would definitely say…”

Justin stared at the noisy crowd in the corridor. He looked out and saw Hagrid returning from the Quidditch pitch; and wizards were darting about among the high poles.

“My dear Granger, I want to show you what true courage is. Courage isn’t about a person holding a gun.”

Courage is knowing you'll lose before you even begin, but still doing it anyway, and persevering to the very end no matter what.

His gaze was intense, a kind of gaze completely different from the green eyes beside him.

His pupils held the roar of a mountain and the tsunami of a storm.

It was snowing outside the castle.

The heavy snow fell like goose feathers onto the castle's spires.

Inside the castle, beside the torches, three little wizards walked briskly by.

Sheen and his companions encountered many ghosts along the way:
Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, the preoccupied ghost, the nearly headless ghost, gazed melancholically out the window, muttering to himself, "...it doesn't meet their requirements...just half an inch short, if that..."

The Hufflepuff ghost, a chubby little monk-like ghost, comforted Nick: "I said, they should have given you another chance—"

Finally, amidst the expectant gazes of Sheen and the others, Ravenclaw's ghost appeared.

She was a tall, long-haired young woman.

Her form was translucent silver-white, with a beautiful appearance but also a hint of arrogance and deep sorrow.

"Found her, it's Ms. Grey!"

Hermione whispered.

“Grey… I’m afraid that’s not her name.”

Justin muttered to himself, then looked at Sheehan.

Sheen nodded slightly.

For a long time, most Hogwarts students believed that this was the Ghost Lady's surname.

But in reality, this is probably just a homonym; she is actually called The Grey Lady.

(End of this chapter)