[HP] Born to be a pair

Chapter 64

It was not easy to compete with Malfoy for the right to use the Room of Requirement.

Renee had to attend classes, do homework, practice Apparating, and frequently visited Professor Flitwick's office to find out when Dumbledore would be back at school.

As a result, every time she walked through the corridor, she could see Professor Flitwick's sudden stop, and the back of her hastily turned and left.

However, she roughly figured out the rules for Malfoy to go to the eighth floor—this would be easier, so Renee rushed into the room before Malfoy went upstairs under the pretext of going to Gryffindor Tower to find Neville.

Then before he came in, he found the most secluded place out of the shadows, staring at his increasingly thin figure as he walked through the sundry streets and alleys, and walked towards the pure black tattered cabinet he had been playing with all these days.

What the hell is he doing?Renee had been wondering for so long, if that old chest with long cracks had something to do with the diadem?

And several times, she heard Malfoy weeping under his breath, as he slammed the cupboard door hard and made a harsh sound - but nothing more shrill than his cry.

Renee took his actions to heart, preparing to present Professor Dumbledore with the few tiaras she had found over the course of a few weeks.

On the day of the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, the night's wind cleared away the gray mist and cloud.

Neville invited her to watch the game, but unfortunately Renee still planned to go to the eighth floor to find a circle.

She had already searched through the two alleys yesterday and found three rusty or faded crowns, so she should go to the other side today.

Neville didn't know what she was looking for, but after he offered to ask for a job but was declined, he didn't say anything, as if he had become more mature, he just hugged her tightly into his arms and whispered assurance in her ear.

"Don't forget, you are not fighting alone now - if you need it, please let me know."

"I will," Renee said, "you're the only one around me who knows me best right now, right?"

Neville grinned, obviously proud of such an honor: "Of course, then after the game is over, I'll tell you the score."

"Maybe some more bad Zacharias Smith, I hate him."

"I know, I know—me too."

The clear dark blue sky arched high above the Quidditch pitch, and the intense and excited cheers from the packed auditorium against the cool, shiny lake-bottom sky made Renee's mood brighter too. stand up.

She walked quickly to the eighth floor, but was suddenly stopped by a strange Slytherin girl stationed on the landing.

"You, what are you doing here?" The Slytherin girl panicked and knocked over the golden balance in her hand, "Why didn't you go to the game?"

Renee gave her a strange look, although she understood that she might be warning Malfoy in the Room of Requirement, but this question was too weird!

Anyone can see what she's hiding—is it true that everyone in Slytherin has this kind of brain?Renee thought reluctantly.

"I'm going to go through this corridor," Renee said reluctantly, "to find someone in Gryffindor Tower, the other way is blocked by Peeves."

The girl didn't speak, and clumsily made way for her, her eyes were evasive and she refused to meet her.

Today's trip to the Room of Requirement failed. I didn't expect Malfoy to come to the eighth floor much earlier than before—maybe because most of them went to watch the game, which gave him a chance to go unimpeded.

Renee had to go back to the empty Ravenclaw common room and empty out everything hidden in the dusty little bag.

Dozens of crowns with gems, diamonds, and crystals of various shapes fell out, but all of them were rusted, with mottled cracks and fractures, and no noble atmosphere.

"What kind of person would hide a crown in a room?" Renee complained about tidying up the pile of rags, "There is more than one... Could it be that some princess and prince have come to Hogwarts to study?"

She wasn't sure the original diadem was exactly the same as the one on top of the Rowena Ravenclaw statue downstairs, but there were general similarities.

So Renee picked out three or four very similar crowns, all of which were luxurious as could be seen from the shape, inlaid with precious stones, hung with rusty silver chains, and vaguely engraved with words.

Suddenly there was a gust of cold wind, the cold piercing to the bone, and Renee shivered.

She turned her head immediately, and found that it was the ghost of Ravenclaw, Ms. Gray, holding two books in her hands, passing through the walls of the students' private bedrooms like no one else.

Bitter cold like an electric current rushing through Renee's spine, Ms. Gray, as the ghost of the Ravenclaw tower, maybe she has seen the real diadem—maybe, maybe she just happened to die before the diadem disappeared!

"I'm sorry!" Renee called hastily. "I'm sorry, Ms. Gray!"

The ghost's bell-shaped bulging robe was already halfway into the wall. Hearing Renee's cry, she returned to this bedroom. She was beautiful, but her face was so arrogant that she refused to show any expression.

"What's the matter?" asked Ms. Gray.

At least she had some patience with the Ravenclaw students, Renee thought gratefully, getting up from the rug in an instant.

"I want to ask you something," Renee said, almost humbly, "have you ever seen the real Ravenclaw diadem?"

It wasn't until Ms. Gray's face really turned cold that Renee realized that her expression had been called pleasant just now.

Now there was a contemptuous sneer on her pearly translucent face, as if a word to Renee would stain the hem of her gown.

"It's none of your business," Ms. Gray said sarcastically. "No comment."

Renee choked, and suddenly raised her eyes to look at her, quietly picked up a rusty crown from the low table and played with it in her hands.

"What a pity. I thought there was at least one thinking creature in the world who ever looked upon the glory of the diadem."

The crown caught Lady Gray's eye, but she gave it a cold glance, as if seeing through.

"That idea doesn't work for me," she sneered. "If you can only think of trying to pry my mouth open like this, then maybe you're not a good Ravenclaw."

After speaking, she turned around and was about to leave, but Renee stopped her impatiently again.

"Please, I just found some crowns, I think there may be crowns in it..." Renee begged, "This is very important, very important - you just need to help me identify the junk every few days , and see if there is a crown in it."

"Impossible!" The ghost was furious suddenly, and its translucent body turned around and rushed towards Renee, revealing the excitement that had never appeared before, "You can't find it here—"

"Who said I can't?" Renee was keenly aware of her unusual emotions, and quickly exposed all the crowns covered by the schoolbag to her eyes,

"It's all the diadems I can find from—so far, if, if Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem was in there, wouldn't it be nice?

This is a Ravenclaw relic, her heritage, a precious memory lost for centuries - we can put it back on the head of the marble statue.

Or give it to the headmaster, and let him place the crown safely and proudly in the trophy room, so that all new students can look up, watch, and feel the wisdom and greatness of the founder of Ravenclaw—”

"Shut up!"

Unexpectedly, Ms. Gray's mood was even more irritable. She hovered over Renee's head like crazy, with anger and regret in her tone.

"You're just like him...exactly like him...flattering, likable..." she murmured tartly, "male, wicked..."

"Exactly like who?" Renee raised her voice over her whisper, "malicious, evil—you mean You-Know-Who?"

"I won't allow you to mention him!" She roared loudly again, "That shameless villain—"

"He stole the diadem?" said Renee aggressively. "It's because of the information you gave him that it disappeared, didn't it?"

Ms. Gray stared at her in surprise and anger, her balloon-like emotions were instantly extinguished, and the ghost wanted to leave without saying a word, as if unable to face such a sharp question.

"But you still have a chance!" Renee grabbed a handful of crowns from the table, and smashed them together and threw them before her eyes.

"Look! You-Know-Who must have hidden the diadem back at the school—as long as you can help me identify it, the diadem can be returned to its original owner, and everyone will know what the real Ravenclaw diadem looks like— "

Renee paused as she realized that she had no idea when the real diadem had been put into the Room of Requirement.

The time Harry had been looking for was in May of next year. During this period, there was too much time for the mysterious man's subordinates to come in and hide things——Snape, the Carrow brothers and sisters...

How could she be sure that Diadem must be in the Room of Requirement right now?

"This—" Ms. Gray's eyes changed, she stared fixedly at a crown that Renee swung down from the low cabinet and fell to her feet, and took a breath in a dazed and unbelievable way.

Before she could speak, Renee quickly picked up the old faded crown, which also had a mottled and scratched sapphire inlaid on it.

"It's this one, isn't it?" she asked, holding up the diadem to show the ghost. "This is the fabled Ravenclaw diadem, her relic, isn't it?"

Ms. Gray gave her a deep look, and refused to say another word. In order to prevent Renee from continuing to talk, the pearly white translucent ghost chose to leave here through the wall as quickly as possible.

"Hey—stop! Lady Gray! Gray!"

Renee chased her all the way to the outside of the lounge, but the ghost's flying speed was much faster than her running on two legs, let alone passing through walls.

By the time she reached the eighth floor, panting, Ms. Gray had long since disappeared.

"This is really..." Renee looked down at the ancient crown she was holding in her hand. Although she couldn't tell whether it was the missing Ravenclaw crown, she felt a palpitating fear for no reason.

"Ah, Hawk!"

Professor Flitwick's voice came from behind, and Renee quickly put the crown inside the robe, and turned to look at the dean who was about to return to the office.

"I have good news for you!" He teased her half-truly, "The principal is finally coming back!"

"Really? It's great!" Renee was overjoyed.

"He'll be back at school on Monday," said Professor Flitwick, "and he heard you wanted him and asked me to give you this too."

He pulled a roll of parchment from under the collar of his piled-silk shirt and handed it to Renee.

"That's great! You can talk to him about anything - don't ask me every day when Professor Dumbledore is back!"

"Thank you, Professor Flitwick!" Renee said with a happy smile, "Sorry for bothering you a while ago."

"I would rather you bother me with your studies, Hawke, don't let your Apparation go, you are qualified to take the second exam!"

"Oh—oh—professor, do you know my birthday?"

"I remember every Ravenclaw kid's birthday," Professor Flitwick winked at her, "otherwise who do you think the cupcakes would be for that day?"

Renee stared at him in amazement, recalling that every birthday a cupcake appeared on her table, but she thought it was just a coincidence—or the whim of a house-elf—

"I... I really don't know what to say," Renee said, pursing her lips. "To be a student of Ravenclaw, and the head of the house happens to be you—we are the luckiest people."

Professor Flitwick's eyes were wet, and he looked a little embarrassed. He waved his hand to Renee, said goodbye, and walked to his office.

Looking at his short but tall back, Renee exhaled, even though there was a cold crown on her chest, she still felt warm in her chest.

"Renee!" Another voice interrupted Renee's thinking, and the next second, Neville's anxious and flushed face appeared in front of her.

"The game's over - bad score - but it doesn't matter, Harry's in the school hospital!"

"It's not unusual for Harry to be in the hospital," Renee said, suddenly feeling the coldness of the crown again, and added, "Then let's go visit him now, shall we?"

The author has something to say:

This no-prize quiz is the plot of the original book~

Question: Who is the Slytherin girl standing guard?

A Pansy Parkinson

B Astoria Greengrass

C Gregory Gower

D Blaise Zabini

感谢在2021-11-2822:46:03~2021-11-3021:32:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of green skin female ghost;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!