The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

This means that Ravenclaw has high hopes for his future, and it gives him more confidence in it.

"Scott...Scott!"

Helena's increasingly loud calls snapped Scott back to reality.

"what happened to you?"

Helena in the painting looks at him with some concern.

Did your mother criticize you?

Before Scott could answer, Helena nodded to herself.

"I think so too."

Then, adopting the air of someone who's been through it all, she began to comfort Scott.

“It’s okay. You know, my mother often criticizes me too.”

She even used herself as an example.

"My mother never understood that wizards with such profound wisdom as her were very rare."

She said with a sigh.

"She always judges others by her own standards, and she is never used to such a difference."

Helena became quite talkative when she brought up the topic.

It seems this woman suffered greatly during her teenage years.

"At first, my mother didn't think it was because I wasn't smart enough; she thought it was because I wasn't working hard enough."

She looked dejected.

"It wasn't until she encountered too many setbacks in teaching me that my mother finally came to her senses and gave up on her plan to train me to be a great wizard."

Scott immediately understood why Helena was under so much pressure that she stole the crown.

As children, we feel pain when our parents make strict demands of us, but we feel even more pain when our parents give up on us.

But Helena in the painting looks at Scott with a sympathetic gaze.

“You’re probably a bit smarter than me, Scott, so your mother is a bit stricter with you.”

Scott noticed a subtle hint of envy in her eyes.

But Scott was thinking about something else.

The portion of consciousness Ravenclaw left behind has disappeared, and the ghost Helena has also left.

There is no doubt that the Ravenclaw and Helena in the painting are simply real portraits.

However, both Ravenclaw and Helena's portraits are more vivid than the other portraits in the castle.

Scott had never imagined that he could understand the eyes in the portrait.

But at this moment, he didn't know whether or not to clear up Helena's misunderstanding.

To be honest, would Helena, as a young girl in the painting, have been traumatized?

But after thinking about it, Scott decided to tell the truth.

Because Ravenclaw inside would certainly be able to notice what's happening here.

Although she is just a portrait.

But Scott felt for no apparent reason that his mentor's portrait was completely different from other people's portraits.

Helena.

Scott looked at the girl in the painting.

"Thank you for comforting me, but you misunderstood. I was just too excited."

Helena immediately asked curiously, "Excited? Did something good happen?"

“Of course.” Scott puffed out his chest and said proudly, “I think Ms. Ravenclaw has accepted me; she has become my mentor.”

"tutor……"

Helena repeated the sentence, then covered her mouth with both hands and stared wide-eyed at Scott.

“Yes, mentor,” Scott said affirmatively.

“Congratulations, Scott.” Helena looked at Scott with some complicated feelings. “You know, when your mother was alive, she only taught those students as the dean and professor.”

Scott said solemnly, "It is my honor."

Helena suddenly laughed.

Scott could tell that her smile was genuine.

"That's great," she said, somewhat pleased.

Scott's pupils dilated slightly.

It seems he has misunderstood Helena. The Helena in her teenage years is much better than the Helena who later became Mrs. Grey.

She didn't have that kind of forced pride or stubborn obsession.

He also felt a little regretful.

It is undeniably a devastating tragedy that such a beautiful young girl could turn into such a paranoid ghost.

"What a pity," Helena suddenly sighed. "It's a pity you didn't exist in the era when Mother was alive."

Helena looked at Scott.

"If you could have appeared in that era and become my mother's student, I think she would have been much happier. And I would have been much more at ease."

"This……"

Scott wanted to say that Helena was exaggerating.

I have no merit or ability to do so.

But Helena abruptly disappeared from the painting.

“Helena?” Scott was a little confused.

Just then, Ravenclaw's voice came from the painting, "You go first, Scott, I have something to say to Helena."

"Yes, mentor."

Scott responded with a helpless sigh and finally left the Room of Requirement.

Chapter 225 Using the Crown Once Again

Scott was still excited when he left the Requirement Room.

He walked briskly down the eighth-floor corridor, heading straight for Professor Flitwick's office.

Du, du du.

He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door three times.

"Please come in."

Professor Flitwick's voice came through.

At the same time, the office door clicked open automatically.

Scott pushed open the door and went inside.

Good afternoon, Professor.

Professor Flitwick was sitting behind his desk, writing with a quill pen in hand.

"Scott? What's up?"

He looked up, saw Scott, and smiled kindly.

"If you want to know your exam results, I won't tell you privately. You'll have to wait until Thursday for everyone's results to be released."

"It's not about exam scores, I'm quite confident about that."

Scott walked over to the sofa next to his desk and sat down.

He said solemnly, "Professor, I would like to apply for the right to use the crown once."

"Oh?" Professor Flitwick looked at him curiously. "Have you encountered some difficulties?"

Scott shook his head.

He honestly stated his thoughts, "That's not the case. I want to systematically review and summarize the knowledge I've learned this academic year."

He paused, then continued, "I think using a crown at this time might have unexpected effects."

Professor Flitwick was somewhat surprised.

"Oh, Scott, is this your idea?"

He nodded.

"Of course, you can use the crown. If it's you, you can use it anytime as long as there's a reasonable reason."

Scott knew this was Professor Flitwick's reward for his important role in finding the crown.

So he didn't stand on ceremony and said, "Thank you, Professor."

"You're welcome."

Professor Flitwick picked up his wand and waved it.

A beautifully decorated wooden box flew up from the nearby bookshelf and landed gently on the coffee table in front of Scott.

Then, he waved his wand again, chanting a difficult incantation.

The wooden box, its surface inlaid with brass patterns and blue gemstones, gleamed softly.

Then, the light quickly contracted into the magnificent sapphire.

Professor Flitwick stopped chanting, and the wooden box slowly opened, revealing the exquisite crown inside.

Professor Flitwick put away his wand and made a "please" gesture.