Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

Puni turned to look at Morti, eagerly rolling up the sleeves of his wizard's robe, looking determined: "Morti, go find out where that crown is."

"Yes, Master Puni!" Morti replied respectfully, and without the slightest hesitation, his figure flashed and disappeared in front of Puni.

Puni stood still, his gaze sweeping over the clutter in the room once more.

Suddenly, he remembered the replica of the white marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw in the Ravenclaw common room, which wore a crown on its head.

This discovery caught his eye. He immediately raised his wand, gathered a wisp of holy magic, and gently waved it. A soft white light shone in the air, gradually outlining a clear image of the crown.

The crown in the image has exquisite lines and is inlaid with tiny gemstones at the top. Its dignified and elegant shape perfectly replicates the style of the statue's head.

Puni pointed to the image in the sky: "Merti, come here! Look closely, this is the crown I'm looking for!"

"It has been stored in this room for a long time, so the color may have faded and it may not look exactly the same as in the picture, but the overall shape will not change."

"Search this room carefully. Once you find it, do not touch it with your hands or approach it unnecessarily. Come to me immediately, understand?"

The figure of Morti reappeared.

"Yes, sir!"

Puni's emphasis on not touching the crown was based on deeper considerations.

Ravenclaw's tiara is one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, containing fragments of Voldemort's soul, and possesses eerie and sinister magic.

House-elves are loyal but simple-minded and their magic tends to be mild. They are easily misled by Voldemort's soul fragments. Once controlled, they may not only damage the crown but also take the opportunity to attack others, causing unnecessary danger.

Therefore, he must take precautions in advance to eliminate any potential risks.

House-elves are naturally adept at finding objects, are agile, and are familiar with all sorts of hidden corners, making their search efficiency far higher than Puni's alone.

Sometimes he would crawl into a dusty wooden box, sometimes he would climb up a pile of ancient books, or he would squat in a corner and look through abandoned magical artifacts, not missing a single detail.

Puni found a worn-out recliner, sat down casually, picked up an ancient book of wand spells he had found earlier, and flipped through it while keeping an eye on Morty's movements. At the same time, he circulated the holy magic within his body, remaining vigilant against the surrounding magical fluctuations to prevent Voldemort's soul fragments from suddenly causing trouble.

As night deepened and then slowly faded, the sky outside the window changed from pitch black to a faint light, and then to a pale white. The night was about to end when a clear shout broke the silence of the room.

"Young Master Puni! Young Master Puni! I found it! I found the crown you wanted!" Morti skipped and hopped toward Puni, his little legs moving very fast.

Puni looked up.

"Well done, Mati!" Puni casually tossed the ancient book aside, nimbly stood up from the recliner, and hurried over to little Mati, asking anxiously, "Where is the crown? Take me there quickly, and don't forget its location."

Moti nodded vigorously, his smile widening. As he led the way, he chattered on and on, "Don't worry, young master, I remember it perfectly well. It's on top of that old cabinet over there. I saw it clearly, there's no mistake!"

Puni followed closely behind Merti, navigating through winding piles of debris. The mountains of ancient books, discarded magical artifacts, and dusty wooden crates formed small "garbage dump" barriers that required careful maneuvering.

Moti moved nimbly and easily through the crowd, occasionally glancing back at Puni.

After walking for about half a minute, Morty stopped, pointed with his little finger to an inconspicuous old cabinet not far away, and said confidently, "Young Master Puni, look, the crown is on top of that cabinet!"

Puni looked up in the direction Little Moti pointed, his gaze landing on the old cabinet.

The cabinet was covered in bubbly, peeling paint, and dust and stains. It looked like it had been abandoned for many years and was placed haphazardly in a corner of the room, easily overlooked.

At the top of the cabinet stood a stone statue of a wizard with pockmarks. On the statue's head, there was not only a head of dirty, messy, and tarnished curly hair, but also an ancient and faded crown.

The crown was covered in dust, and the gems that were originally set in it had lost their luster, making it look old and inconspicuous. Compared with the image that Puni showed with his wand, the color was much darker and even somewhat distorted.

But Puni recognized it at a glance. That crown was indeed the Ravenclaw crown that he had spent a whole month searching for. Its unique shape, exquisite patterns, and faint magical aura all matched the characteristics of the crown in his memory perfectly.

We finally found it. All that effort wasn't in vain.

He circulated the holy light within his body, a faint white light emanating from his fingertips, sensing the magical fluctuations on the crown. Sure enough, Voldemort's sinister soul aura was attached to it, causing his holy light to faintly feel a sense of repulsion.

Puni stared at the Ravenclaw tiara on top of the cabinet, strode forward, reached out, and took the dusty, faded, and worn tiara in his hand.

The moment it was touched, the crown began to tremble slightly, and a faint black aura seeped out from the cracks in the crown. Clearly, the soul fragments inside had sensed the threat and were trying to become restless.

"Behave yourself!" Puni frowned and impatiently raised his hand to slap down on the crown that was floating in mid-air and swaying slightly. Although the force was not great, it was enhanced by the holy light within him.

There was a loud "smack"!

The crown trembled violently, and a muffled groan came from within.

Clearly, Voldemort's soul fragments were disoriented by the slap, and the previously restless black energy subsided somewhat.

A moment later, a hoarse, sinister voice came from the diadem, tinged with disbelief, confusion, and resentment: "Lestrange! You are clearly a member of the Lestrange family, you should belong to Slytherin, how come you are here, and still searching for the Ravenclaw diadem?"

Upon hearing this, Puni slapped the crown again, this time with more force, coldly interrupting it: "You're wrong. I'm a Ravenclaw student now, and I have absolutely no connection with Slytherin."

The sinister voice rang out again, tinged with provocation, attempting to bewitch Penny: "Your parents were core members of Slytherin, dedicating their lives to the glory of pure-blood wizards. How could you betray your family and side with Ravenclaw?"