Rowena Ravenclaw

An unassuming silver diadem lay quietly on the desk where Dumbledore often read.

The sapphire's radiance had been obscured by something, or perhaps it had long since lost its brilliance over the passage of time.

A line of small words was engraved along the base of the diadem—"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure."

Both Dumbledore and Eli knew that this was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. Perched on the stand, Fawkes cooed uneasily, seemingly extremely wary of the inconspicuous diadem.

The former headmasters hanging on the walls all craned their necks, eager to catch a glimpse of this relic left behind by Lady Ravenclaw.

Ravenclaw's Diadem had always held a legendary place within Hogwarts. Most people firmly believed that it was this magical diadem that had bestowed Lady Ravenclaw with her unparalleled wisdom.

Countless people had wished to witness the diadem's splendor, and naturally, plenty had tried to claim it for themselves. They craved wisdom just as they craved mountains of wealth.

Now, the diadem sat harmlessly in Hogwarts' Headmaster's Office.

Horcruxes had always possessed the wicked ability to influence those around them. Otherwise, Draco Malfoy would not have discovered this Horcrux.

Yet now, Voldemort's Horcrux was like an octopus drawing in its tentacles, trying to disguise itself as an ordinary dead object.

"Tom still knows how to hide, as always." Dumbledore sighed softly at the diadem, as though he were facing Tom Riddle himself.

However, Dumbledore was not one to indulge in melancholy. He drew a gleaming silver sword, its edge sharp and exposed—the Sword of Gryffindor that had destroyed the ring Horcrux last time.

Eli protected the surrounding area to prevent the Horcrux's last remnants of power from damaging the Headmaster's Office.

Otherwise, if something broke here or there, old Dumbledore would have to fleece the Board of