This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 440: Prodigal Things
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Professor Flitwick was completely confused, and he was becoming more and more confused.

But this did not stop the professor from fixing his eyes on the crown - is this thing real?

Are those paintings real too?
First it was the gift from Ravenclaw, and then the tiara - indeed, he is worthy of being a student of our house.

The professor looked at Andrew with satisfaction, but he was not very interested in the crown. He had already passed his student days and had enough problems to think about, so he did not urgently need that treasure.

The student in front of him was truly the treasure of Ravenclaw House—of course, it would be even better if he had a better talent for spells.

"I'm sorry, Filius, I can't tell you, at least not now," Dumbledore shook his head. He didn't expect such a huge surprise.

But this is also normal. If he were a Ravenclaw, he would definitely tell his dean if he found the crown, even if there was something wrong.

"It's a good thing you told me. Otherwise, if Filius was controlled, it would be really troublesome. The one with the Black family was already troublesome enough..."

But now there are new troubles, and Dumbledore just wants to sigh.

He had to find a reason to take the crown away, whether Filius was willing or not.

Two Toms are troublesome enough, and three is an unsolvable problem - although theoretically this will not be activated, Tom's madness is far beyond his imagination.

"This is not Ms. Hufflepuff's treasure. Perhaps the real treasure is still there. Andrew, you can look for it again. Although it is theoretically impossible to find it, it would be great if you could fish one out."

Dumbledore tried hard to suppress the chaotic thoughts in his mind and spoke in a relaxed tone as always.

"And? Wait, Albus, you're not?"

Professor Flitwick stared at Dumbledore. "You are not planning on taking it with you?"

"Regrettably, I have to say yes, I can only make sure it doesn't suffer excessive damage."

If it were in the past, such a reply would have made Professor Flitwick furious - this is the crown of Ravenclaw, the most orthodox symbol of Ravenclaw!

But he had witnessed Dumbledore's magic test with his own eyes, and that evil green light was obviously not something that should be on the Ravenclaw crown.

"Then I will always know what happened to it, right?"

Professor Flitwick was thinking as he spoke. He suddenly stopped and asked tentatively, "Horcrux?"

Without waiting for Dumbledore's response, he shook his head desperately, "What a joke, how could someone do such a blasphemous thing? This is a treasure that grants wisdom, even if it is..."

Professor Flitwick fell silent.

Horcruxes, an extremely obscure piece of knowledge - but he knew it.

He is one of the most knowledgeable professors at Hogwarts and one of the professors who knows the most about the Dark Arts.

Dark magic is itself a part of the spell system. Although he disdains to use it, Ravenclaw's pursuit of knowledge has allowed him to understand enough about dark magic.

Apparently, the wizard who pursued immortality used his own soul to put a private lock on the Ravenclaw crown. From then on, no one else could use the crown unless he allowed it.

A Horcrux is a device that is permanently attached to an object using a variety of cutting-edge black magic to protect the soul fragments sealed inside. The fragments are indestructible and the wizard will live forever.

"Whose Horcrux, Albus?"

Professor Flitwick asked very seriously - he was always a nice guy, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be angry. Or rather, he was angrier than ever before.

"I'm sorry, Filius."

Dumbledore shook his head - although Filius was reliable and could roughly guess the specific situation, he could not tell him everything now.

"Well, let me know when you find him, Albus. I'm going to bury him in the Astronomy Tower."

The anger over the desecration of the crown made Professor Flitwick reveal for the first time his fighting spirit as a duelling champion.

"I'll ask for your help if I need it. Sorry, I have to take it away."

Dumbledore nodded and carefully began to put on the crown - Andrew clearly saw some reluctance in Professor Flitwick's eyes, but the professor still held back.

"And you, Andrew," Dumbledore carefully tied the knot and put on the crown, "I am confused now, I will consider your reward later, don't come to my office yet..."

Dumbledore quickly disappeared into the laboratory with the tiara, leaving Professor Flitwick and Andrew staring at each other.

"Prodigal! Bastard! ***!"

It was the first time Andrew saw Professor Flitwick swear - the professors he remembered were all kind and amiable.

But this is not surprising. If Andrew put himself in Professor Flitwick's shoes, he would probably go out with his wand to challenge someone to a duel.

After a lot of cursing, the professor finally calmed down a lot, but his face was still a little flushed. "You probably know what that is, right, Taylor?"

"Um... yes, Professor."

At this point, Andrew couldn't say that he knew nothing - otherwise why did he call Dumbledore over?

"Really, you might as well not show it to me, you guy."

The professor poked Andrew, "If it weren't for the previous gift, I doubt I would have stopped Albus! That's a crown!"

"It's not me who made the mistake, Professor."

"But this doesn't affect your bankruptcy at all!"

The professor was still a little angry, and he was trying not to take his anger out on Andrew.

"No, I have to talk to Albus. Even if he took the tiara, he should give you some compensation. I will go find him next time he comes out."

The professor gasped, "Also, don't tell anyone about the crown. I can still accept it, but if the Ravenclaws outside hear it, who knows how they will complain. That's the crown!"

That is to say, Albus could not announce it. Otherwise, if the news got out, who knows how many people would tear to pieces the bastard dark wizard who dared to blaspheme!
"That's it," Professor Flitwick said angrily. "I was planning to make you a prefect because of this, but now that this has happened, it's hard to say what will happen to the students outside - show up more often this semester, especially in the study groups!"

"Yes, Professor, I will."

"That's it. When you were in fifth grade, I directly suggested that you be the prefect," the professor was still angry. "It should be no problem, but it will be more troublesome to handle the documents. But I can also find an office assistant..."

"That's it. I have to go. Your lab makes me angry just looking at it..."

(End of this chapter)