The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"Scott!"

Ethan's voice trembled slightly.

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

At this point, the other Ravenclaws also chimed in with their own words of advice.

"Stop! Trolop!"

"This is too dangerous!"

Of course, even though they were terrified, some Ravenclaws still couldn't suppress their curiosity.

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

Who is Helena Ravenclaw?

Their questions, mixed with words trying to stop Scott, made the library sound like a chaotic mess for a moment.

Scott couldn't help but frown.

Ironically, while people don't believe Voldemort will return, they still dread his name.

That's quite contradictory.

"Shut up!"

At that moment, Ms. Gray suddenly turned around and looked at the students.

Her body floated up, surrounded by a somewhat dazzling white light.

"Quiet!"

Her eyes were like ice that never melts, and her long, dark brown hair danced wildly without any wind.

At that moment, all the students stared at her in a daze, forgetting to speak.

"I am Helena Ravenclaw!"

Ms. Gray said coldly.

"Rowna Ravenclaw's daughter!"

The Ravenclaws present couldn't help but gape.

"You are Ravenclaw's daughter..."

Someone blurted out a question, but Ms. Grey immediately turned and stared at him with a cold gaze.

“I always thought you were Jane Grey, the famous Nine-Day Queen…”

Under Ms. Gray's gaze, his voice grew softer and softer until he finally shut up.

"Don't bother us anymore!"

Ms. Gray gave the cold command, her gaze sweeping warningly across the crowd before turning back to Scott.

"You continue."

She spoke to Scott in a gentle tone.

"Ok."

Scott nodded.

He glanced at the students present and was almost amused by their contorted expressions of barely suppressed curiosity, but he held back.

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

After thinking for a moment, he wrote down the event and time when Voldemort returned to the school to apply for a job.

"this?"

Ms. Gray was somewhat surprised.

"That was his first public appearance after graduation, and that period in between was the most likely time for him to take the crown."

Ms. Gray nodded in agreement.

With the help of her recollections, Scott wrote down the specific date intervals during that period.

"These are the known conditions."

Scott thought for a moment, then glanced at Ms. Gray again, asking the same question.

Ms. Gray thought for a moment and nodded again.

"Well then, let's begin."

Scott said something and quickly converted all the words on the paper into numbers, then wrote them down with a pen.

However, it seems he will soon stop thinking.

The Ravenclaws around him who had taken the course began to recite the exact numbers one by one, and Scott seemed to become the recorder.

This time, Ms. Gray did not shut them up.

Scott's hand holding the pen moved quickly as he wrote, and soon all the words were translated.

He placed the pen on the paper and took out his magic wand.

"The laws of arithmetic!"

As he chanted the incantation, he waved his wand and tapped it on the parchment.

The black pen stood upright and automatically wrote down the calculated results on the parchment.

When all the calculations were complete, Scott raised his wand, capped the pen and set it aside, then waved his wand again.

"The numbers are displayed!"

As his wand touched the parchment again, the numbers calculated using arithmetic laws immediately came to life.

"This is……"

Are there any other spells like this?

"How come I haven't learned that!"

Scott heard the gasps of surprise from some of his classmates and couldn't help but smile slightly.

If it weren't for a sudden realization, one wouldn't have been able to glimpse the true nature of the magical discipline of arithmetic divination.

This is probably what Professor Victor meant by talent.

If you don't understand it yourself, even the most detailed instruction won't help.

Just like now, Scott himself knows how to do it, but if he were asked to teach others, he probably wouldn't be able to.

Even if everyone learns the spell, they still won't be able to use it.

Magic, in many ways, defies logic.

At this moment, the numbers on the parchment began to dart around, collide with each other, and then disappear; the number of numbers on the paper was dwindling.

Finally, a number [2] stopped above the divination target [Ravenclaw's tiara].

“[2]?” Scott heard someone mutter. “In what we learned about ‘number and name divination’, 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 completely opposite aspects of things: day and night, justice and evil, etc."

That makes sense too.

Scott thought.

Voldemort used his powerful communication skills to trick Lady Grey into revealing the information about the diadem, and then turned it into a Horcrux.

This caused the crown's ability to enhance intelligence to become mixed with Voldemort's evil soul.

but……

He now knows that arithmetic divination requires a strong magical perception to interpret accurate results.

This was practically tailor-made for him, no wonder he had the urge to show off before.

"How should we interpret this result?"

The people around Scott stared at him curiously.

"A single number cannot provide an accurate conclusion."

Scott smiled and reached out his finger to touch the number at the top of the parchment [2].

Then he closed his eyes and focused his mind.

The image of Ravenclaw's crown immediately appeared in his mind, becoming clearer and clearer.

"A worn-out crown."

He murmured.

"In a room filled with clutter... a male witch statue covered in pockmarks..."

Scott opened his eyes.

He was somewhat stunned.

Because he never expected that he could actually calculate the location of the crown through arithmetic divination.

"you saw it?"

Ms. Gray stared intently at him.

"Did you see the crown?"

She looked very excited and even tried to grab Scott's arm.

But her hand could only glide across Scott's body, giving him a chilling sensation.

"Yes, I saw it."

Scott quickly replied.

"where is it?"