Hearts Drawing Closer

Adolescence, a beautiful yet hazy term for teenagers.

Even a minor wizard is still human and has the weaknesses that humans have.

In the throes of first love, Ryan unintentionally inserted a word into Harry's mind— Ravenclaw's Diadem.

Losing his senses and immersed in his youth, Harry suddenly remembered a tall white marble statue standing in the alcove of the common room, with a stone Ravenclaw's Diadem on its head.

Ryan hadn't even given any further guidance, and everything was already in place.

Ryan only wanted to evoke Harry's memories and curiosity about the marble sculpture.

Then proceed to the next step.

But Harry figured it out himself.

In a corner where Harry couldn't see, in the bed next to him near the wall, Ryan looked completely bewildered.

He simply couldn't understand how pursuing Cho Chang could be connected to finding Ravenclaw's Diadem.

Ryan can only be understood as Harry Potter going through puberty, which led to him becoming like Ron.

After all, it's not normal for Harry to think that way.

But when it comes to Ron, Ryan even feels that Ron's imagination this time is not as good as before, Ryan might even think further that Ron is not full.

Meanwhile, Harry had already changed his clothes and was ready to go check out the statue.

Harry's confidence stemmed from a secret technique.

Aside from Ryan and Hermione, he was the only one who knew the secrets.

That was a unique secret technique of Atlantis deep in the ocean.

Harry discovered this summer that it could be used not only for Potions, but also for sensing certain magical objects.

Or rather, it's a simplified version of how powerful wizards sense magic through their hands and eyes.

If his guess is correct, Ravenclaw's Diadem will reappear and be discovered by him.

"That's Harry Potter?"

"We're doomed! Peeves has been targeting us because of him, and we're not in the same grade as him!"

"So, Peeves really is afraid of Harry Potter?"

At 7:30 a. m., in a corner of the Ravenclaw Common Room, several first-year students were pointing and whispering about Harry, who had suddenly appeared.

Most Ravenclaw maintain the good habit of waking up early, especially in their first year.

Harry was already used to these gazes, and he almost went straight to the niche next to the dormitory door.

Perhaps he was too eager and forgot about Lady Grey was still floating to the side.

It almost went straight through her chest. Harry shrank back, as if recalling the feeling of being doused with ice water when he accidentally passed through Nicholas once.

"Sorry, I didn't see it just now," Harry said hastily after regaining his senses.

He looked in Lady Grey's direction, but she seemed completely oblivious to Harry, her whole demeanor as cold as a lone plum blossom blooming in the snow.

Harry followed Lady Grey's gaze and noticed that she was staring at Ravenclaw's beautiful, yet somewhat intimidating face.

"Is she your mother?" Perhaps because of Cho Chang, or perhaps because he was too eager to find Ravenclaw's Diadem, Harry blurted out unexpectedly.

Harry looked nervously at Lady Grey, who was just as beautiful and unapproachable as Ravenclaw.

However, the real reason for her aloofness is completely different from Ravenclaw's; it's more likely due to her inherent arrogance and disdain for others.

Harry suddenly had this thought for no apparent reason.

Lady Grey seemed to wake up suddenly from a dream, her lips twisting into a cold smile. "Yet another student who covets the Ravenclaw's Diadem."

"Another one? So you really are Ravenclaw's daughter? Your name is really Hermione Ravenclaw?" Harry said shrewdly.

He sensed that Lady Grey was difficult to approach.

So he deliberately made up a name in an attempt to get her attention.

"Hermione? What a ridiculous name!" Hermione, still asleep in her dorm, sneezed, and a mocking expression appeared on Lady Grey's beautiful face.

This is almost exactly the same as the faint, mocking smile on the face of the marble statues in Ravenclaw!

"You really are Ravenclaw's daughter!" Harry glanced at the first-year students and said in a low voice.

Lady Grey's smile froze; she didn't blush, but her translucent cheeks seemed to lose some of their transparency.

Clearly, she had noticed Harry's trick.

"How dare you?" Lady Grey stammered.

She hadn't been this excited in so long that she lost her composure.

She remembers it like this, it was over forty years ago.

That handsome young man went even further, stealing her heart and her secrets.

What's worse is that after obtaining that secret, he ignored her completely.

No! He's a complete bastard!

They've already come back, but they still haven't come to see me!

How could he not know that she had been sitting motionless in the Ravenclaw Common Room!

Thinking of this, a few drops of clear water actually welled up in Lady Grey's eyes.

"Excuse me, I just wanted to know your name? — After all, you are such a —" A sudden intuition made Harry change the words he was about to say.

"Really?"

"But you're much uglier." Lady Grey smiled, seemingly recalling the scene of Riddle, with Harry's face, trying to be glib in front of her, only to be ruthlessly rejected in the end.

"You're not angry anymore?" Harry asked nervously.

However, Harry wasn't really worried that he had said something wrong.

His unease stemmed from a sudden feeling.

Lady Grey's smile was like a ray of sunshine, shining deeply into Harry's heart.

It was the first time he had ever seen her beauty, the kind of beauty that captivated him.

Cho Chang's image even blurred in his mind for a moment.

The figures emerging one after another from the dormitory did not distract Harry.

He was now seriously doubting whether Lady Grey was the most precious 'Ravenclaw's Diadem' he was looking for.

"Helena Ravenclaw," Lady Grey said softly, then, seeing Harry still lost in her gaze, added with a smile, "It seems you really only want to know my name. And now, Harry Potter?"

"That's all?"

"I think I've found something more beautiful than the Ravenclaw's Diadem." Harry blushed.

As for Cho Chang?

Who is it?

As soon as Harry finished speaking, that budding feeling grew stronger, and he could sense that it came from the statue.

But right now, he doesn't want anything.

He just wanted to look at Helena.

"May I call you Helena?" Harry asked, biting his lip and trying to suppress his embarrassment.

"Okay." Helena smiled.

She saw herself in Harry Potter, the version of herself who felt insecure and anxious in front of a boy named Tom Riddle.

No sooner had Helena finished speaking than the sound of an eggshell cracking came from not far away.