"There is no doubt ......," said Mr. Focos, whose eyes were almost affixed to the jewels of the tiara, "which are very similar in appearance to those recorded in history."

"It's very similar to how it was made in those days." Mr. Focos rubbed the tiara over the rust, "though I can't understand why it's rusted, perhaps because it's so old."

"Ravenclaw's crown is rumored to increase the wisdom of the user." Mr. Focos held the crown and said, Lawrence made a gesture of please, Mr. Focos's hand trembled very much, but he still put the crown on his head smoothly,

"......" Mr. Focos's pupils dilated slightly, he looked up a little confused, then turned to look at the glass cabinet with beautiful cups on the side, he walked to the cupboard, then crouched down, picked up a spoon from the gap between the cabinet and the wall, and he giggled,

"I can even hear your heartbeat, I don't know if that counts as an increase in the user's intelligence," Mr. Focos shuddered, then removed the crown from his head and put it back on the counter, "but I guess that such an ability will make you appear omniscient on many occasions."

"I don't think I can answer your question, Mr. Rovande," said Mr. Focos, "I'm not sure it's the Ravenclaw crown, but I can tell you a few things."

"It is well known that the crown disappeared after Ravenclaw's death," Mr. Focos licked his dry lips, "but her death was full of strange rumors, especially the question of what kind of illness could have stumped this wise and powerful witch?"

"Because the name of this disease has never been known, it has contributed to another, more widely known, and more ...... Dramatic rumors," said Mr. Focos in a strange tone, "Ravenclaw she's 'heartbroken.'"

"......" Lawrence's mind flashed through countless curses he had heard,

"It's not really broken," explained Mr. Foucault when he saw Lawrence's expression, "but it's too much grief to weaken the mind."

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"Another thing that is puzzling," said Mr. Focos, "is that before she died, Ravenclaw summoned a wizard to help her, and that man was called Barrow."

"Barrow was one of the students Slytherin himself taught, and years later, although Slytherin had parted ways with the other three founders, Barrow was one of the few Slytherins who remained in the school," said Mr. Focos, "Ravenclaw summoned her closest students or her daughter when she was seriously ill."

"Then Barrow left the school, and after a few years he returned to the school, but not as a survivor," Mr. Focos said, glancing at Lawrence, "as you can imagine, he became the resident ghost of Slytherin, Barrow the Blood."

"The rest of the information is speculation, Mr. Rovande," Mr. Focos pondered for a moment, "and the ancestors of my family have left an interesting guess."

"If the rumors are true, Ravenclaw was so sad that his mind was weakened," said Mr. Focos, word for word, "is it possible that Ravenclaw came to Barrow because he thought there was a way to cure him?"

"It's an interesting idea," Mr. Focos wagged his fingers, clearly pleased that someone could share this information, "and there are several facts that could link this speculation."

"First of all, although Barrow is a hot-tempered wizard, he always faithfully carries out Ravenclaw's orders, and I think this is because he once passionately pursued Ravenclaw's daughter, Helena. Ravenclaw, he hopes to have the support of Ravenclaw himself."

"Second, although Helena is the daughter of Ravenclaw, she has been away from the castle for a long time, and she has not even returned to visit her mother when she is seriously ill, and countless owls have been sent, but none of them have been delivered, and to avoid receiving owl letters altogether, a powerful expulsion spell or other similar protective spell is required."

"My ancestor has made a central guess about the second point," Mr. Focos smirked, "Helena. Ravenclaw must have done something sorry for his mother, so he didn't dare to face his mother."

"If that's the case, then why would Ravenclaw, who always claims that Helena is traveling, hide his daughter's situation like this?" Mr. Foucaus said, "Don't even mention it to the other founders."

"Ravenclaw was almost as famous for her beauty as she was for her intelligence, and she didn't need to wear too many ornaments to compliment her beauty, except for the tiara she made herself, which was said to increase her wisdom, and for a long time became a symbol of Ravenclaw's wisdom."

"My ancestors guessed, Helena. Ravenclaw stole the crown," said Mr. Focos, in astonishment, "Ravenclaw does not want others to know that she has been robbed of the symbol of her wisdom by her daughter, which is something that Ravenclaw cannot tell, and if she is so clever and so wise to see everything, how could she let her daughter steal the crown?"

"And most coincidentally, when that Barrow appeared at Hogwarts as the Bloody Barrow, the tower on the west side of Hogwarts was almost at the same time greeted a ghost who had been there for a long time," said Mr. Focos, "The ghost-in-residence of the Ravenclaw, Lady Grey, who didn't like to talk, was Helena. Ravenclaw."

"What exactly did Ravenclaw make Barrow do?" It took a while for Lawrence to ask, "Why are Barrow and Helena dead?"

"I don't know, Mr. Rovande, that the whole speculation may just be the wild imagination of my ancestors," said Mr. Focos, "and the ghosts usually come to this world because of emotions that make them refuse to enter the other world where they belong."

"No one from my ancestors ever asked these two ghosts about the facts, and even if they did, they wouldn't necessarily answer you." Mr. Focos said he subconsciously touched the tiara, "but whether or not the tiara has anything to do with the events of the day, as long as the tiara is real, then I think they will be willing to talk to you."

Mr. Focos carefully repacked the tiara and placed it on the counter, and Lawrence put it back in his backpack,

At this time, a crisp bell rang, it turned out that the door of the store was pushed open, and the Christmas bell hanging on it was alerting the people in the house that someone else was coming.

From the looks of it, Lawrence guessed that it was a young wizard no more than twenty-five years old,

"Hey." The male wizard greeted the two men in the store, then grinned,

"Hello, this gentleman," said Mr. Focos kindly, "what do you need?"

"Let me think," the wizard scratched his gray hair that was shaved down his scalp as if he were really thinking, and then raised his right hand, which was holding a wand as white as ivory, "'For the sake of eternity', can I ask you to disappear?"

A surging burst of white light instantly filled the entire room, Lawrence instinctively raised his wand, a series of deafening explosions, and a strong impact forced Lawrence to sit on the ground,

A large number of snowflakes and broken planks flew high because of the impact of the spell, and in the midst of the storm, Lawrence faintly saw a green point of light, which he knew was the male wizard's wand, about to cast a spell,

Lawrence raised his wand, then swung it down hard, and the upward air flow stagnated, and then changed direction, and the snowflakes and broken wooden planks that were originally flying into the sky were also pulled and fell heavily, and for a while, the three people in the center of the storm had no way to continue to react otherwise,

Thankfully Lawrence was in the midst of the storm that he could hear Mr. Focos's muffled moans, and the wizard's angry cries, and the screams of the people in the distance were far away, and it was clear that someone had noticed the movement,

And until the storm subsided, Florin. The Fosco ice cream parlor has become a ruin made of snow pushes and broken pieces of wood, only the remaining skeleton can be faintly seen that it was originally a house, and the houses on both sides have also been affected a little, and it is not clear if there is anyone inside, and the calm snow pushes exploded, and Lawrence and the figure of the male wizard confronted each other with their wands in the wind and snow,

"You must be that Lawrence. Rovande," the wizard greeted politely, "forgive me for not introducing myself to you, because I don't want to cause any diplomatic trouble."

Lawrence was not distracted by the wizard's movements, but stared at the wand that made his hair stand on end,

"Don't be so nervous," the wizard soothed, in a good voice, "Actually, you just have to be restrained and let me take you and that Mr. Focos away, and you won't have to be hurt, understand?"

"That's not going to work." Lawrence hooked his wand, and the snow under the wizard's feet began to sink like quicksand, and then he flicked the wand, and the snowflakes between the two of them froze in the air, and the snowflakes condensed into pieces of ice crystals in the air, and then rushed towards the wizard like a torrential rain, Lawrence did not pause, he kept waving his wand, allowing more ice crystals to shoot towards the wizard,

"Oops." The wizard sighed, he stabbed his wand out like a sword, time seemed to slow down, Lawrence could clearly see his wrist movements, there was hardly any superfluous movement, every time the wand danced, a large piece of ice crystals would be scattered, concise, powerful and full of aesthetic techniques,

Under Lawrence's horrified gaze, he cleared the storm of attacks in this way, and made a fancy gesture to put his wand back into his waist, and a thin red scar appeared on Lawrence's neck, but it seemed to be only a bruise, and it did not bleed,

"Huh?" The wizard tilted his head again, with an interested look in his eyes, but at this time there was already a loud shout, and from the corner of the street, it could already be seen that the crowd was gathering here, and the houses farther away on this street were constantly being probed out to check the situation,

"I think we'll have to finish it soon." The wizard drew his wand again,

Their battle this time was still short, but Lawrence felt that this time was incomparably long, the male wizard did not show the overwhelming power like Voldemort, Lawrence could even recognize that the male wizard used all the spells, but his own spells were always a little slower, the other party's spells always interrupted their counterattacks at the most suitable time, and the lion formed by the ice and snow sculpture was scattered again before he even had time to swing his claws, leaving only half of his body to fall on the snow,

Lawrence tried his best, but in the end he still did not hurt the wizard, when he lowered his wand this time, there were already more large and small scars on his body, especially the right hand holding the wand, the whole arm was already exposed, and a deep scar on the back of the hand was the result of the male wizard's final blow, if it wasn't for Lawrence's last defensive spell, his palm might not have been on his wrist,

"How so?" The wizard smiled, they could already hear the clear voices of the people who had come to investigate, and the wizard sighed with pity on his face,

"Looks like you're on our side," said the wizard, "I should wait until you leave before taking Mr. Focos with you, and come to Europe after graduation, and we'll come back to you."

After a sudden sound, the wizard left, leaving only Lawrence who was already half-kneeling on the ground, the blood that gradually oozed had stained the white snow, Lawrence heard countless people shouting his name, and then he was hugged by a person, the familiar smell made him relax, and then he felt dizzy,

"Mr. Focos is under the snow." Lawrence only had time to mumble the words, and then fainted.