In the library of Ravenclaw College, all the students who watched Scott's arithmetic divination were frightened by the [Voldemort] he had written on parchment.

"Scott!"

Ethan's voice trembled a little.

"This ...... This...... No way...... Stop ......"

At this time, the other Ravenclaws also began to persuade each other.

"Stop! Trollope! ”

"It's too dangerous!"

Of course, even if they were pale with fright, there were still some Ravenclaws who couldn't suppress their curiosity at all.

"Do you know something? What does the crown have to do with the mystery man? ”

"Helena? Who is Ravenclaw? ”

The questions they blurted out were mixed with the words that stopped Scott's actions, and for a moment, the library sounded like a lot of noise.

Scott couldn't help but frown.

It's funny that people don't believe that Voldemort will make a comeback, and they still fear his name so much.

That's contradictory enough.

"Shut up!"

At this point, Ms. Gray suddenly turned to look at the students.

Her body floated, a blinding white light lingering around her.

"Quiet!"

Her eyes were like ice that had not melted for years, and her long dark brown hair danced automatically without wind.

At this moment, all the students looked at her blankly and forgot to speak.

"Am I Helena? Ravenclaw! ”

Ms. Gray said coldly.

"Rowena? Ravenclaw's daughter! ”

The Ravenclaws in the audience couldn't help but open their mouths wide.

"You're Ravenclaw's daughter......"

Someone blurted out that they wanted to ask something, but Ms. Gray immediately turned her head to stare at him with cold eyes.

"I always thought you were Jane? Lady Grey, the famous Queen of the Nine Days......"

As Ms. Gray watched, his voice grew quieter and quieter, and he finally shut up.

"Don't bother us anymore!"

Miss Gray coldly ordered, glancing around the crowd with warning, and turned to look at Scott again.

"You go on."

She said to Scott with a pleasant face.

"Okay."

Scott nodded.

He glanced at his classmates and was amused by their distorted expressions of forced curiosity, but he held back.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and looked back at the parchment on the table.

After thinking about it, he wrote down on the paper the event and time when Voldemort returned to school to apply for a job.

"This?"

Ms. Gray was a little surprised.

"It was his first appearance after graduation, and that period in between was the most likely time to take the crown."

Miss Gray nodded in agreement.

Scott, with the help of her recollections, wrote down the specific date intervals of that time.

"That's all you know."

Scott thought for a moment and glanced at Ms. Gray again inquiringly.

Miss Gray thought for a moment, then nodded again.

"Well, now is the beginning."

Scott spoke, converting all the words on the paper into numbers with great speed and jotting them down with a pen.

However, it seems that he will soon stop thinking.

The Ravenclaws around him who had taken the course began to report down the exact numbers one by one, and Scott seemed to become a note-taker.

This time, Ms. Gray didn't shut them up again.

Scott's hand with the pen wrote quickly, and in no time he was able to convert all the words.

He placed the pen on the paper and pulled out his wand.

"The law of arithmetic!"

As he recited the incantation, he waved his wand and lit it on the parchment.

The black pen stood up and kept writing down the calculated results on the parchment paper one by one.

When all the calculations were done, Scott raised his wand, set the pen aside, and waved his wand again.

"The numbers are revealed!"

As his wand clicked on the parchment again, the numbers calculated by the laws of arithmetic immediately moved.

"It's ......"

"Is there any such a spell?"

"How come I haven't learned!"

Scott couldn't help but smile slightly when he heard the exclamations of some of his classmates around him.

If you hadn't suddenly realized it, you wouldn't have been able to get a peek at the hidden true face of the magic discipline of arithmetic divination.

This is probably what Professor Victor calls talent.

If you don't understand it yourself, even the most detailed teaching is useless.

Like now, although Scott himself knows how to do it, if he is asked to teach others, he may not be able to do it.

Even if everyone learns this spell, they won't be able to use it.

The so-called magic is so unreasonable a lot of the time.

At this moment, the numbers on the parchment began to scurry, collide with each other, and then disappear, and the numbers on the paper were getting fewer and fewer.

Eventually, a number[2] stopped above the target of scrying, [Ravenclaw's Crown].

“［2］？” Scott heard someone muttering, "In what we've learned about 'number and name divination,' this number stands for interaction and two-way communication, cooperation and balance. ”

"It also represents contradictions, a mixture of positive and negative aspects."

Someone went on to say.

"It tends to represent two opposite sides of things: day and night, good and evil, and so on."

It makes sense.

Scott thought.

Voldemort used his great communication skills to trick the news of the crown from Lady Gray and made it into a Horcrux.

This caused the crown's intelligence-enhancing abilities to mingle with Voldemort's evil spirit.

But......

He now knew that arithmetic divination required a strong sense of magic to interpret accurate results.

This is simply tailor-made for him, and it is no wonder that he had the urge to want to be sassy before.

Such a result...... How do you interpret it? ”

Everyone around them stared at Scott curiously.

"If it's just a number, you can't decipher an accurate conclusion at all."

[2] Scott smiled and reached out to touch the number at the top of the parchment.

Then he closed his eyes and sank into his mind.

The image of Ravenclaw's crown suddenly appeared in his mind, becoming clearer and clearer.

"A worn-out crown."

He muttered.

"In a room full of clutter...... Pockmarked wizard statue ......"

Scott opened his eyes.

He was a little stunned.

Because he didn't expect that he really calculated the location of the crown through arithmetic divination.

"You see?"

Lady Gray stared at him intensely.

"Do you see the crown?"

She looked so excited that she wanted to reach out and grab Scott's arm.

But her hand could only run through Scott's body, giving him a chilling experience.

"Yes, I saw it."

Scott hurriedly said.

"Where?"

Ms. Gray asked eagerly.

"Where's the crown?"

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