"Da da..." The two of them searched for the location in the book in the corridor.
"This is it." Bree and Fleur stopped in front of a picture frame.
Helena floated over.
"Promote this agency."
"Kaka..." As the mechanism twisted, nothing happened.
"This is just one of them. All the mechanisms need to be turned to the correct position." Brie looked at the things at the back of the book seriously and said the logic.
The sun shone from the window, projecting the profile of Bri's face, and her tall body was elongated.
Brie looked up at Hibiscus. The black hole reflected the stars due to the scattering of sunlight, almost making people fall into seriousness.
"Let's go." Brie woke up Fleur, who was staring at him dumbfounded, and prepared to go to the next location.
"Wait." Fleur's cheeks turned red, but she calmly called Bree.
"Although I'm curious, I shouldn't be involved in this matter."
Because Fleur followed Bri to this place, some of her tied hair was scattered, and she picked up the loose hair around her ears.
"This book has been given to you, and I don't have a crown, do I? I won't pry into the treasures belonging to Hogwarts."
With that said, Fleur walked downstairs in a very polite manner, but after walking a few steps, she turned around and waved elegantly to Bri, with a shallow smile that was extremely generous and decent, and there was a sense of ease in those green eyes.
Perceived panic.
"See you next time."
"As a matter of courtesy, Miss Delacour, if you need help, you can come to me." Bree waved the book in her hand, turned around and walked to the next location.
"Yeah." Fleur's smile deepened, and she covered her pounding heart to calm down.
But someone soon interrupted her beauty.
"You should stay away from him. You and I are both monsters."
monster……
Fleur's eyes suddenly turned cold, and she looked at Astoria with some annoyance.
"Humph, I have my own choice, the Greengrass monster."
Furong turned around and left, but her expression became lonely.
As she reaches adulthood, her Veela bloodline becomes more and more active, and maybe within a few years, she will completely transform into a Veela.
…
As the sun set, Bree twisted all the mechanisms in the book and came to the last place - the Ravenclaw common room.
The bronze eagle ring on the door saw that it was Brie, so he opened the door without even saying the title.
"Hey, Bree, shouldn't you go to the lobby?" Qiu said strangely when she saw Bree coming in.
It was dinner time and she was ready to go downstairs. After all, today was the end of the first project, so it was quite important.
Following Qiu's words, the eaglets who were still in the lounge looked over.
"Ms. Gray?" Helena floated out from behind Bree, and she said calmly: "We need the crown. If we don't have it, we can't open it."
After saying that, Helena looked at Bree, as if she was expecting something.
"Can you feel it?" Bree had a feeling, and Helena knew he had a crown.
"Not sure, but it's possible."
Are you really not sure?
Bree picked up the book in her hand, a little confused.
"Are you sure you want to open it now?" Helena looked at Bree. After all, there were many wizards in this lounge.
Bree nodded.
"Of course."
"If it is a Ravenclaw treasure, I think as long as Ms. Ravenclaw agrees, then anyone has the right to use it."
Bree's words made Helena stunned, and she looked at Bree blankly.
Bree has his own path, and his desire to find Ravenclaw's treasure is just like Slytherin's current study, both to expand his horizons and knowledge.
Knowledge does not only become private property in order to show its wisdom, but everyone knows knowledge, but no one can surpass themselves. This is the real wisdom.
Bree took out a crown from her notes, which instantly attracted the attention of the little wizard in the lounge.
"A diadem, Ravenclaw's diadem?"
"Didn't you say that you have been missing for thousands of years?"
There is a huge Ravenclaw statue in the Ravenclaw Lounge, entrenched in the middle of the disc-shaped lounge, stretching out her hands like a wise lady and looking elegantly at everyone who steps into the lounge.
But there is no crown on the statue, and the top of its head is empty, as if it is waiting for something.
"Go find the Headmaster quickly!" A prefect hurriedly ran out of the lounge and rushed to Flitwick's office next door.
"Then please start." Helena pointed to the top of the statue for Bree.
"Okay." Buri threw the crown in his hand and landed it towards the statue.
Voldemort's soul was suppressed by his magic and could not escape.
"Buzz!" The crown fell on the statue, but the statue was too big and the crown was too small. It was like a mismatch, which made Bree feel that the crown should not be worn here.
"Stuck..." Before Breedo could react, the entire Ravenclaw lounge began to shake.
It's the wall, the wall behind the statue is moving.
The Ravenclaw lounge is on the eighth floor of the tower, and the large bricks around it are being moved back to create a huge window.
"Winter..." The statue began to turn around, her eyes dropped towards the sunset, and she looked at the Gryffindor tower opposite.
"Oh, what happened!" Professor Flitwick came in holding up his wand, but only saw the statue of his own home. He turned around, and a huge window opened in the wall. The little wizards around him looked at it excitedly.
With.
As if waiting for something.
"Mother!" Helena floated forward excitedly, and as she whispered, the shadow of a serious, noble and elegant lady gradually appeared on the statue.
This is Ravenclaw's shadow.
Ravenclaw did not look at Helena, she stared blankly at Gryffindor Tower in the distance.
Slowly said: "The four of us came together with a common purpose and established Hogwarts in different ways... I looked from the high tower, hoping that Gryffindor in the swamp would come back, but the grid in the swamp was...
Llanffindor stared at Slytherin far away in the mire."
The ethereal and cold voice cut through the haziness of the setting sun, and the Gryffindor Tower in the distance also shook as if in response to Ravenclaw.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The little wizards who were still in the tower looked out the window in panic. Before they could be surprised by the changes in Ravenclaw Tower, there was a problem with their own tower.
A window slowly opened in the wall of Gryffindor Tower, which was originally a room that did not exist for Gryffindor.
Or a hidden room.
The window on the window suddenly opened, and you could vaguely see that it was filled with messy things.
"Isn't this Ravenclaw's treasure?" Obviously, from Ravenclaw's words, she was looking at Gryffindor, and that window was probably Gryffindor's office or study.
Bree raised her hand and took back the crown on the statue. The shadow of Ravenclaw was just a magical product and had no will from Ravenclaw himself.
He is going to have a look at the other side now.
Bree jumped up from the window of the Ravenclaw lounge and used magic to jump to the opposite side.
…
dust.
Broken copper and iron.
The books have been moved away.
More desolate than the abandoned classrooms at Hogwarts.
There is only one Gryffindor painting that is protected by magic, but it will not move.
"Dongdongdong!" There was a knock on the door.
Bree waved his hand and opened the door. This door was useless except to hide himself. A simple Alajo opening could open it.
"Ah, this is his office, yes, I can't forget it!" the Sorting Hat shouted in a sharp voice, with a hoarse cry.
Immediately afterwards, Dumbledore walked in holding the sorting hat.
Dumbledore was also a little surprised, because this place was really not in line with what they thought. It should have a lot of books.
Following Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and other professors also walked in, and they were all surprised.
Bree found Ravenclaw's treasure?
no…
Found Gryffindor's treasure?
Not…
Found Gryffindor's office?
Nor...
Hogwarts has an abandoned office?
…Yes.
Bree looked at the portrait of Gryffindor in silence, saying nothing.
"Why here..." Professor McGonagall was a little hard to explain. Gryffindor was so filthy because there were still some wine bottles and leftover chicken bones on the ground.
Snape looked around with a cold face and said unceremoniously: "It has no value."
Yes, there is no shortage of offices at Hogwarts, let alone such a messy office.
"Wow, we haven't found that yet, George."
"Hey, don't squeeze, Ron."
At the door, a group of Gryffindor wizards crowded their heads, wanting to see where the legendary Gryffindor office was, but they were soon disappointed.
Hermione mouthed, "There's nothing worth seeing. Did Gryffindor take all the treasures with him when he left?"
"Legend has it that Slytherin left with very little."
The Sorting Hat was still crying with emotion. When it heard Hermione's words, it howled loudly: "No!"
The Sorting Hat glanced at the red-haired Ron, and quickly organized his speech: "Gryffindor has been poor all his life!"
"His treasures are his sword and me!"
Okay, the sound was a bit loud, and Dumbledore had to rub his ears.
"Gryffindor is a brave knight. He came to Hogwarts from the moor with his sword. When he left, he left his precious things behind in Hogwarts. He only took eight gold coins, six silver coins and twelve
A copper coin and nothing more!”
The Sorting Hat was still roaring.
Bree moved her brows slightly and asked, "What about his magic knowledge?"
"Magic knowledge... it's a secret, but you..."
The Sorting Hat looked at Bree struggling a little, as if there was a short circuit, and her thinking was a little confused.
"I'm not sure, I'm not sure, you will know when it's time to know."
The Sorting Hat misfired.
Well, Brie seems to understand something.
"Can you give me the sorting hat, Professor Dumbledore?"
Bree took the hat from Dumbledore and pulled out the sword.
The portrait behind him shook...
There seems to be something hidden inside.
"Dang!" The portrait opened and there was a cabinet behind the portrait, but it was empty.
"Don't think about it, that's where Gryffindor kept his private money. He took it when he left." The Sorting Hat motioned to Bree to insert the sword back.
"Here is a line of writing."
Professor McGonagall stepped forward and pointed at the portrait——
"Throwing down his hat and sword does not mean that the knight has ended his exploration. He just learned to wait."