Angel with Broken Wings

Upon seeing a person with a green collar enter, the group of young Ravenclaw wizards in blue collars were quite surprised. Some even looked at the Eagle-Headed Door Knocker, which wasn't completely closed, with questioning expressions, seemingly quite displeased that this mole had let someone else in.

Of course, some Ravenclaw students had witnessed Xiwen's last visit and were already somewhat used to it.

For example, O'Neill Hongbei walked over familiarly, patted Xiwen on the shoulder, and said warmly, "Here in the Ravenclaw Common Room again, Rozier?"

"How about it? Isn't the environment here pretty nice?"

"This place is indeed quite nice." Xiwen nodded in approval, then turned to look at him, a half-smile on his face, and said, "But I heard that you can hold your own against me for several minutes on the dueling platform?"

O'Neal's smile froze on his face.

At this point, the other Ravenclaw Hawks stopped reading and complaining that Eagle-Headed Door Knocker was a traitor. Instead, they all looked up and began to laugh at O'Neal.

"I was just... a little over the top!" O'Neal said with an awkward laugh.

"Slightly?" Xiwen raised an eyebrow.

"A tiny bit!" O'Neal took a deep breath and admitted.

Xiwen chuckled and shook his head, saying to his classmate, "Alright, I didn't come here to cause you trouble."

O'Neal breathed a slight sigh of relief, and his smile returned to normal, but Xiwen's next words made his expression stiffen again.

"Oh, right, there is something I need to ask you about," Xiwen suddenly said. "Remember to keep an eye on your sister, don't let her bully Muggle-born wizards."

"No problem! I'll definitely teach her a lesson when I get back!" O'Neal said with a righteous expression.

Ignoring O'Neill, who was preparing to swear an oath to demonstrate his resolve, Xiwen walked past him and headed towards the Ravenclaw crowd.

"Has anyone seen Trelawney?" he asked the crowd watching the play.

Just as the eaglets were excitedly preparing to answer the question from this prominent figure at Hogwarts, a witch with silver hair and strange silver eyes emerged from the doorway of the girls' dormitory at the end of the steps close to the wall.

"Let's go, Rozier." A cool voice came from the entrance of the girls' dormitory.

Trelawney walked slowly down the steps, her gaze seemingly seeing through everything, staring indifferently straight ahead, as if observing something.

Xiwen turned to look at her, puzzled, and asked, "Did you know I would come to find you?"

Trelawney nodded, then gently shook her head.

"I remember saying I couldn't see you clearly, but I can see myself clearly," she said calmly. "Let's go, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Trelawney's inexplicable words puzzled Xiwen, but he knew that time was of the essence and it was not the time to dwell on the reasons.

So Xiwen immediately followed her out of Ravenclaw's common room and opened a golden Dimensional Gate, taking Trelawney directly to the Seventh Floor of Hogwarts' Main Tower, in front of the Troll-Clubbed Barnabas Tapestry.

Xiwen walked back and forth in the corridor in front of the tapestry three times, and then a very exquisite and smooth door appeared abruptly on the wall.

"This is the Room of Requirement," he introduced to Trelawney. "It's a magical place left behind by Rowena Ravenclaw using the surplus magic of Hogwarts Castle, capable of conjuring up most rooms we can imagine."

Trelawney's expression remained indifferent, seemingly without any surprise.

"Are you never going to experience surprise in your entire life?" Xiwen asked Trelawney helplessly, looking at her expressionless face. "Or do you already know about this magical room?"

"I didn't know there was such a magical room in Hogwarts," Trelawney shook her head and said to Xiwen. "It's just that I've gradually become accustomed to a calm and collected state of mind, slowly ignoring or even forgetting other rich emotions."

Xiwen paused, then said, "I remember you were surprised before. Especially when I first came to the Ravenclaw Common Room, you were so shocked when you saw me you almost shouted."

"That's right. At that time, I suddenly saw a variable in my Third Eye that deviated from the trajectory of fate, which is why I was so surprised." Trelawney smiled faintly, her icy demeanor melting away. "But apart from the scope concerning you, the trajectory of life has remained unchanged, numbingly monotonous."

"Your life must be very boring, right?" Xiwen asked softly.

"I've been like this for over a decade, I'm used to it." Trelawney shook her head and looked at him. "Let's not talk about these things, tell me what you want me to help you with?"

Xiwen didn't refuse, and nodded slightly, saying, "I need you to help me find out where Tom Riddle is right now."

"He may have been obscured by the power of Death; even Flamel and Grindelwald couldn't locate him, so don't force it."

Trelawney raised her eyes slightly upon hearing Xiwen's request, her silver pupils gleaming with an eerie light.

"There's nothing to be reluctant about," she said in a detached voice. "Don't forget, I can even see Death."

"But you paid a very heavy price for seeing Death back then!" Xiwen frowned and said seriously, recalling the situation on the Hogwarts Express two years ago.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," she said. "I've been waiting for this day for so long."

Trelawney looked at Xiwen, a slight smile playing on her lips. Then her gaze gradually unfocused, as if she had lost her bearings, and at the same time, the silver light in her eyes began to swirl rapidly, like a whirlpool of mercury.

Xiwen knew this was Trelawney beginning to use her Third Eye more deeply, so he sat down on the sofa next to the Room of Requirement, closed his eyes, and pondered his next plan...

Time passed by second by second, with only the dripping sound of water hitting the ground, like the hands of a clock, adding slight marks to the imperceptible passage of time.

Xiwen closed his eyes and listened to the dripping water, feeling relaxed and comfortable, as if a hypnotic drowsiness was washing over him.

However, in the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Where is the sound of water coming from in this room?!"

Xiwen immediately turned to look in the direction from which the sound of water came, and then he was horrified to see Trelawney kneeling on one knee on the smooth ground, a pool of bright red blood soaking her silver-white skirt, and two lines of crimson blood outlining her fair cheeks.

The scene is both alluring and sacred; Trelawney, lying in a pool of blood, is like a fallen angel!