Chapter 440: A Money-Losing Thing

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Professor Flitwick felt confused, and he was getting more and more confused now.

But this did not stop the professor from focusing on the crown - is this thing real?

Are those paintings real too?

First the gift from Ravenclaw, and then the crown - indeed, he is worthy of being a student of our house.

The professor looked at Andrew with relief, but he was not very interested in the crown. He has passed the school years and has enough problems to think about. He does not urgently need that treasure.

The students in front of him are truly the treasures of Ravenclaw House - of course, it would be better if the talent in magic could be better.

"Sorry, Filius, I can't say, at least not now," Dumbledore shook his head. He didn't expect such a huge surprise.

However, this is normal. If he were a Ravenclaw, he would definitely tell his dean if he found the crown, even if there was something wrong.

'Fortunately, you told me, otherwise it would be really troublesome if Filius was controlled. The Black family is already troublesome enough...'

But now there was new trouble, and Dumbledore just wanted to sigh.

He must find a reason to take this crown away, whether Filius wants it or not.

Two Toms were troublesome enough, but three would be an unsolvable problem - although theoretically this would not be activated, the craziness of that Tom guy was far beyond his imagination.

"This is not Ms. Hufflepuff's treasure. Maybe the real treasure is still there. Andrew, you can look for it again. Although it is theoretically impossible that there is any more, it would be great if you could fish out one piece. alright."

Dumbledore tried his best to suppress the chaotic thoughts in his heart and spoke in a relaxed tone as always.

"And? Wait, Albus, you can't be?"

Professor Flitwick stared at Dumbledore, "You're not going to take it away, are you?"

"Unfortunately, I have to say yes, I can only guarantee that it won't suffer undue damage."

If it were in the past, such a reply would have directly caused Professor Flitwick to look anxious - this is Ravenclaw's crown, the most orthodox symbol of Ravenclaw!

But he had witnessed Dumbledore's magic test with his own eyes, and that evil green light was obviously not something that should be on the Ravenclaw diadem.

"Then I can always know what happened to it, right?"

As Professor Flitwick was talking and thinking, he suddenly stopped and asked tentatively, "Horcrux?"

Before Dumbledore could respond, he shook his head desperately, "Are you kidding? How could someone do such a blasphemous thing? This is a treasure that bestows wisdom, even if it is..."

Professor Flitwick fell silent.

Horcrux, an extremely remote piece of knowledge - but he knew it.

He is one of the most knowledgeable professors at Hogwarts and one of the professors who knows the most about the dark arts.

Black magic is itself a member of the spell system. Although he disdains to use it, Ravenclaw's pursuit of knowledge still allows him to understand enough black magic content.

Obviously, the wizard who pursued immortality used his soul to put a private lock on Ravenclaw's crown. From then on, no one else could use the crown unless he gave his permission.

Horcruxes are permanently attached to an object using a variety of cutting-edge black magic, and then protect the fragments of their sealed souls. The fragments are immortal and the wizard lives forever.

"Whose Horcrux, Albus?"

Professor Flitwick asked very seriously - he has always been a good guy, but that doesn't mean he won't get angry.

In other words, he was angrier than ever before.

"Sorry, Filius."

Dumbledore shook his head - although Filius was reliable and could probably guess the specific situation, he could not fully inform the other party now.

"Then, tell me when you find him, Albus, and I will bury him under the Astronomy Tower."

Angry at the desecration of his crown, Professor Flitwick revealed for the first time the fighting will of a dueling champion.

"I will ask for your help if necessary. Sorry, I have to take it away."

Dumbledore nodded and carefully began to put on the crown - Andrew obviously saw a bit of reluctance in Professor Flitwick's eyes, but the professor still held back.

"And you, Andrew." Dumbledore carefully tied the knot and put the crown on. "I'm very confused right now. I'll think about your reward later. Don't come to my office yet..."

Dumbledore quickly disappeared into the laboratory with the crown, leaving Professor Flitwick and Andrew staring.

"Prodigal son! Bastard! ***!"

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The first time Andrew met Professor Flitwick, he cursed him - the professors in his memory were all amiable.

But this is not surprising. If Andrew thought about it in his shoes, if he were Professor Flitwick, he would probably go out with a wand to find someone to fight with at this moment.

After a lot of swearing, the professor finally calmed down a lot, but his face was still a little flushed, "You probably know what that thing is, right, Taylor?"

"Um...yes, Professor."

At this point, Andrew can't say that he doesn't know anything - otherwise, why would he call Dumbledore over?

"Really, you might as well not show it to me, you guy."

The professor poked Andrew, "If it hadn't been for that gift before, I doubt I would have stopped Albus! That's a crown!"

"It wasn't me who made the mistake, Professor."

"But it doesn't affect your fortune at all!"

The professor was still a little angry, and he was trying not to anger Andrew.

"No, I have to talk to Albus. Even if he takes away the crown, he still has to make some compensation for you. I will go find him when he comes out next time."

The professor gasped, "Also, don't tell anyone about the crown. I can still accept it. If the Ravenclaws outside heard it, they might complain. That's a crown!"

That is to say, Albus couldn't make an announcement, otherwise if the news spread, I don't know how many people would tear that bastard dark wizard who dared to blaspheme into pieces!

"That's it," Professor Flitwick said angrily, "Originally I planned to let you become a prefect on this basis, but it's hard for the students outside to do this. You should show up more this semester, especially It’s a study group, show up more often!”

"Yes, Professor, I will."

"That's it. When you were in fifth grade, I directly proposed that you become a prefect." The professor was still angry. "It should be fine, but it will be more troublesome to deal with documents, but I can also find an office assistant..."

"That's it, I have to go. I'm getting angry just looking at your laboratory..."