Exploring the Mystery

Allen's sudden emergence and Cho Chang's brilliant performance left Ravenclaw feeling pleasantly surprised. The new Quidditch players recruited by Ravenclaw were so formidable that the upcoming match between Gryffindor and Slytherin had become the center of attention. This was because Harry Potter—the boy who defeated the Dark Lord and the youngest Seeker in a century—was about to make his debut.

The young wizards were buzzing with discussion: some, aware of Harry's feats in flying class, were highly optimistic about his performance and believed he would be even more outstanding than Allen; others, led by Malfoy, were desperately disparaging him to dampen Gryffindor's morale; still others were rolling up their sleeves and scouting the opposition in preparation for future matches, just like Roger, who had his notebook ready to record the tactics, strengths, and weaknesses of both teams.

The next day, the Great Hall was still filled with the aroma of grilled sausages. Allen speculated that the house-elves might think sausages and bats looked alike—could it be that eating sausages brought good luck?

Allen noticed Harry walking toward him and popped the last piece of sausage from his plate into his mouth.

"Allen, can I talk to you for a moment?" Harry approached.

"Of course, Harry, though it seems you haven't had breakfast yet." Allen saw Hermione following behind with a plate of toast.

"Allen, I don't have an appetite." Harry looked a bit uneasy.

"Alright, I think we can go for a walk first, then come back to eat." Allen signaled for Anna to prepare some food, and she understood immediately.

It was a bright, sunny day, yet a chill that even the sun couldn't dispel surrounded Harry. "Actually, I understand how you're feeling right now—a bit nervous, right? Harry, you don't need to put too much pressure on yourself. Believe in yourself; you fly very well, don't you?" Allen encouraged Harry to face himself.

"But I don't feel like eating anything. I'm very nervous." Harry could always drop all his defenses when he was around Allen.

"Harry, a little nervousness is normal, but it's also the best state to be in. A little tension, a little anticipation, a little excitement—this is the best state for a match, and I see it in you. Give it your all and leave no regrets. I believe in you!" Providing psychological counseling to teenagers remained one of Allen's specialties.

Harry felt that Allen's words possessed a soothing power. The two walked a lap around the Quidditch pitch, talking about past funny incidents and embarrassing moments at school. Harry felt much better; he even felt his stomach protesting, craving some piping hot porridge to soothe his empty belly.

The two strolled back to the Great Hall, where Anna had specifically set aside breakfast for them. Hermione and Ron were also by Anna's side, helping to arrange the food.

"Bread is filling and can maintain your energy." Hermione insisted on bringing over a large stack of toast.

"Grilled sausages are better—oily, fragrant, and high in calories." Ron said as he slathered the sausages in thick ketchup.

"No, I like both, but guys, I'd rather have a bowl of hot oatmeal." Harry declined the toast and hot sausages.

Allen handed him a bowl of hot oatmeal, and Harry ate it spoonful by spoonful, feeling very satisfied. Allen sat by his side, continuing to enjoy his own breakfast.

By 11 o'clock, the Quidditch pitch was roaring with noise; it seemed the entire school had gathered there. Harry had already said goodbye to his friends and gone to the locker room to prepare for the match. Ron and Hermione reached the top row, joining Neville, Seamus, and Dean, a fan of the West Ham team. To give Harry a surprise, they had painted a giant banner on a bedsheet that had been stained by the rat Scabbers, with the words "Potter for the Win" written on it. Dean, who was skilled at drawing, had even painted a large Gryffindor lion underneath. Hermione then cast a clever spell to make the paint on the banner shimmer with different colors.

Watching this Gryffindor celebration, Allen suddenly realized this was a good opportunity—a perfect chance to continue exploring the secret of Rowena Ravenclaw's statue.

Allen quietly left the stands and quickly dashed toward Ravenclaw Tower.

Sure enough, the Ravenclaw common room was empty. Allen repeated his old trick, moving a chair behind the statue, leaping up in one bound, and placing the diadem above Rowena Ravenclaw's sculpted curls.

Afterward, Allen took the Magic Orb of Goddess of Luck Fols from his system storage and held it in his hands. As obscure, incomprehensible incantations spilled from his lips, the orb gradually began to emit a fluorescent glow. The light converged into a beam, and with a flash of intuition, Allen aimed it at Ravenclaw's diadem. A miracle occurred.

The diadem seemed to shed its old clothes, slowly restoring its original appearance from the center outward. Its shape resembled an eagle in mid-flight. Its wings were composed of countless brilliant, crystalline diamonds, each curve of the feathers crafted with extreme artistry—symmetrical yet distinct. A massive, ink-green gemstone was embedded in its abdomen, its facets refracting dazzling light. Hanging below the gem were a perfectly round stone and a teardrop-shaped stone of the same material. Engraved on the base of the crown was Ravenclaw's famous motto: "Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure."

"It worked!" Allen was beyond excited.

Rowena Ravenclaw's statue elegantly rotated to the side, revealing a narrow, circular passage. The walls of the passage were carved with scenes of young boys and girls studying, playing, and living together, their figures lifelike. Allen had no time to look closely; his gaze merely swept over them. He hadn't gone far when he heard a loud boom, and the statue slid back into place. Suddenly, eerie blue lights flickered on in the tunnel; it turned out there were wall lamps installed every ten steps along the ceiling.

After turning three corners, Allen arrived before a bronze door. The gate was magnificent, with two eagles facing each other carved into the center of the two doors, surrounded by concentric circles of waves resembling the sea. Two massive bronze door knockers lay silently against the door.

This gate reminded Allen of the entrance method for the Ravenclaw common room. He gripped his wand tightly in one hand, used his Miaomiao Wizard Robe to conjure a glove to cover his other hand, and then lifted the knocker, striking the door three times. The dull metallic sound echoed like a great bell, and Allen felt as if his thoughts spanned a thousand years; an ancient, weathered aura rushed toward him.

The eyes of the two eagles emitted a deep blue light, converging to form a screen on which Ravenclaw's famous motto was written: "Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure."