Chapter 153 153. I don't make it difficult for you. I can

Faced with Scott's reminder, Ms. Gray seemed to finally remember something.

"I don't know..." Her tone was a little uncertain, "I once told a student about this, but..."

"Do you remember who that person is?" Scott asked again.

"He...he was very likable...seemed to be understanding and compassionate..."

Ms. Gray hesitated more and more, but she said the name anyway.

"I remember his name was Riddle, and he was a Slytherin student."

"Riddle..." Scott's expression changed deliberately, "Was it 50 years ago?"

Ms. Gray nodded.

The Ravenclaw in the painting looked at Scott, "It seems you know who this Riddle is?"

"I know."

Scott gave a helpless smile.

"His name is Tom Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort."

"Voldemort?" Ravenclaw made a questioning expression.

"No..." Ms. Gray's eyes widened, "How could...it's impossible..."

"It's true." Scott said, "Dumbledore said that Tom Riddle was Voldemort's former name."

"How could he..."

Ms. Gray was a little flustered.

She seemed unable to believe that the lovable and handsome boy and the feared Dark Lord were the same person.

Scott nodded, "Dumbledore said that Riddle was liked by all the professors when he was in school, and he was probably the only one who was wary of Riddle."

"You mean..." Ms. Gray couldn't believe it, "He...Riddle stole mother's crown?"

"It's hard for me to believe he wouldn't steal it," Scott said.

At this time, Ravenclaw spoke.

"The Dark Lord?" she asked with interest, "It seems that some interesting things have happened in modern times."

"Oh, yes." Scott didn't know how to answer.

"That's not interesting, mother!" Ms. Gray said excitedly, "The Dark Lord is an evil dark wizard. He has brought heavy suffering to many wizards!"

"Oh? What did he do?" Ravenclaw asked curiously.

"he……"

Ms. Gray began to ramble on about the evil of Voldemort and the terrible things he had done.

Scott had been observing Ravenclaw's expression and found that she still found it interesting.

"Advocating pure-blood supremacy?"

Ravenclaw raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"I never thought that young wizards from pure-blood families would be exceptionally good. A wizard's wisdom has nothing to do with his origin. Not even Salazar would think so."

Ms. Gray was still telling some stories about Voldemort that she knew.

No one interrupted her until she recounted Voldemort's defeat at the hands of a baby...

Scott looked at his pocket watch and saw that an hour had passed.

"Interesting." Ravenclaw's eyes were bright, "The child's mother used blood magic."

"Riddle is not dead."

Scott added.

"He created Horcruxes, and the notebook that appeared in school last semester was his Horcrux. Dumbledore destroyed the notebook, and that's why Medea woke up."

"I see, this is the same thing." Ravenclaw said in amazement, "Riddle is the blood descendant of Medea!"

"Now is not the time to discuss this." Ms. Gray said anxiously, "If Riddle really steals the crown, we may not be able to get it back!"

Scott tried not to think about the hour she had been chattering and continued, "As long as he doesn't destroy the crown, it's still possible to get it back."

"Where can I find it?" Ms. Gray was a little desperate. "I shouldn't have told him... I was deceived by Riddle..."

She suddenly turned and drifted towards the door.

"I'm going to Albania and I have to make sure the crown is still there!"

"Helena!" Ravenclaw stopped her, "Come back!"

"Mother..." Ms. Gray covered her face with her hands, "This is all my fault."

"Do you know why I commissioned this child to find the diadem?" Ravenclaw asked her.

Ms. Gray sobbed and said: "That is mother's treasure. Of course it cannot be left outside like this. Maybe it should be kept in Ravenclaw House."

"No, the crown is not important." Ravenclaw said disapprovingly, "What is important is you, my daughter."

"Mother?"

Ms. Gray raised her head and looked at Ravenclaw in confusion.

Ravenclaw turned to look at Scott, "Do you know what I think, child."

"I think..." Scott glanced at Ms. Gray, "You want your daughter to open up her heart and eliminate her obsession."

"You're right," Ravenclaw said with a smile.

"Mother……"

Ms. Gray looked at the Ravenclaw in the painting with a sad face.

At this time, Scott said: "Ms. Ravenclaw, I will accept this commission."

"You took it?"

Ravenclaw looked at Scott in surprise.

"Do you know how difficult it is? If the crown had not been left in Albania, you can imagine how difficult it would be to find it."

"I know."

Scott nodded.

"It is indeed difficult, but it is nothing compared to the knowledge I can get from you."

"As expected of a kid from Ravenclaw House." Ravenclaw smiled again, "Of course, I always have a way to get the kids from my house to take action."

Scott smiled and said nothing.

"It is impossible to get the crown back now." Ms. Gray sighed sadly, "Let's forget it, mother, don't make it difficult for Scott."

No, I’m not embarrassed!

I can!

I can get the crown back now in half an hour!

Scott screamed inwardly.

Ravenclaw heard this and looked at Scott, "What do you think?"

"I will work hard."

Scott assured.

"But..." he said awkwardly, "I don't know what the crown looks like yet."

"You have seen it," said Lady Grey. "The statue of Mother in the Ravenclaw common room is wearing that diadem."

"I see."

Scott nodded and looked at Ravenclaw again.

"I wonder if you have a time limit on this commission."

"Of course not, child. Although my time is running out, the portraits left behind will keep their promises."

Ravenclaw said kindly.

"However, if you find it after graduation, unless you can enter school and become a professor..."

Scott immediately understood what she was saying, "...otherwise I would have no chance of entering here again."

Ravenclaw nodded.

Scott then left the Room of Requirement.

He did not go looking for the crown immediately, but began to think about whether it would be more appropriate to wait a few days to find the Ravenclaw crown and send it to him.

By the way, you also need to think about your words when the time comes.