Chapter 624: Crown Bestows Me Wisdom!
Ryan crouched through the chaotic jumble of debris, Golden hair dusted with grime, sweat tracing dirty paths down his chiseled face. He sifted through a pile of dusty Cauldrons, flipped open a moldy Tapestry, and pried open a rusted Box—only to find a heap of brittle, blackened bones.
"Damn it!" Ryan kicked a nearby empty bottle aside. The shattering of glass echoed sharply in the hollow chamber.
Wade, who had nearly dozed off, snapped awake, eyes wide. He instinctively rubbed his nose, glancing at the irritable Ryan.
Should’ve known better than to stash the Transformation Cauldron so far away. Disturbed our rhythm.
Ryan turned to the voice in the Communication Pea, voice low and tense. "Sir, if the Crown was taken... what happens?"
A long silence followed.
To be honest, Voldemort wasn’t sure whether the Soul Fragment sealed within the Crown still held any mischief. Aside from the piece in the Diary, all other Horcruxes had remained eerily quiet since their creation.
But he had woven powerful Protective Magic into the Crown. If anyone inside had dared to wear it—Hogwarts would already be reporting a student’s unexplained death. Possibly even a string of them.
So who took it?
Unlikely. Professors didn’t need to hide things like this. It didn’t align with how the Room of Requirement worked.
Voldemort’s arrogance was innate. Even when he’d been poor enough to rely on school welfare, he’d never respected the magical slaves—House-elves. He’d never spoken to them, never tried to win them over. So he remained ignorant of a truth he’d never considered: the Room of Requirement, a secret he believed solely his own, was common knowledge among the House-elves.
After a moment of thought, Voldemort concluded the Crown was still here.
So when the silence in the Communication Pea broke, the voice spoke, impatient:
> "Recheck thoroughly. Perhaps some careless house-elf moved something and left the Crown on the floor."
Ryan panted, hands braced on his knees, scanning the debris. "You’re sure it’s still here?"
A cold, assured voice replied:
> "If the Crown left the Chamber of Secrets, I would know."
A pause.
> "You crave supreme Wisdom—but can’t endure a few hours of labor?"
Ryan flushed crimson. Without a word, he dropped to his knees, silence now his only response.
Time passed. Hours dragged by. Then, finally, Ryan unearthed it.
He lifted the Crown—a battered, rust-stained relic—and tossed it carelessly behind him.
Wade, already standing, stared.
The Crown clattered into the mess, rolled, and tumbled beneath a collapsed Sofa.
Ryan kept digging—flipping books, shoving an old chessboard aside—then froze as he reached for a chipped Plate.
Wait…
What was he even looking for?
The Crown?
Hadn’t he just thrown something that looked exactly like it?
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"
A shriek tore from his throat seconds later. He lunged toward the spot where he’d tossed it, clawing through the rubble.
Wade: …?
He sighed, raised his Wand, and with a subtle flick, the Crown—previously out of sight—slid silently into view. The gemstones caught the dim light, casting a shimmer across Ryan’s face.
"Found it!" Ryan cried, seizing the Crown with trembling hands, clutching it like a priceless treasure. After a moment of joy, he turned to the voice, triumphant.
"I found it! The Crown of Ravenclaw!"
Voldemort: …
He couldn’t help but think—finding that single tree hollow in the Romanian forest, among countless trees, had been easier than this.
> "Put it on."
The voice in the Pea exhaled, as if relieved.
> "You will gain Rowena Ravenclaw’s Wisdom and knowledge."
"Yes!" Ryan yanked up his Robe, wiped grime from the Crown, then raised it high with regal solemnity, as if crowning a king.
Wade had quietly approached from behind. As the Crown touched Ryan’s hair, a silent spell flared—white lightning striking the back of Ryan’s neck.
Lightning crackled.
In an instant, the world collapsed into blinding white. A searing sting pierced his skin like steel needles, racing along his nerves. His fingers burned. His hair stood on end. His body locked rigid, frozen in place—his mind felt shattered.
The Wand in Wade’s hand moved like a conductor’s baton, drawing elegant arcs through the air.
> "Enhanced Perception Charm!"
For the first time, Ryan’s mind felt utterly clear. He no longer felt the sticky film of sweat and dust clinging to his skin. His vision sharpened—each mote of dust in the air swirling in perfect, visible detail.
> "Confusion Charm! Memory Modification!"
A storm of alien symbols poured into his mind like a torrential downpour—Rowena Ravenclaw’s arcane knowledge flooding his mindsea.
"Aaaah—" Ryan groaned, half in agony, half in ecstasy. His knees crashed onto the floor, yet he felt no pain.
Before him, a dazzling cascade of forbidden knowledge danced in his vision: ancient Runic Scripts, star charts, spells he’d never seen, alchemical secrets long buried.
A voice cut through the haze, urgent:
> "What’s happening?"
"I… I saw… I felt…" Ryan gripped the floorboards, trembling violently, yet a twisted smile stretched across his face.
"This is Ravenclaw’s Wisdom! All the secrets… all the mysteries… HAHAHA!"
He laughed wildly, screaming in pain—then abruptly, a single thought struck like lightning.
His mind, once foggy, cleared in an instant.
"I… I understand… I understand everything!"
Slowly, he rose to his feet. A trickle of blood seeped from his nose. He wiped it with a trembling hand, voice now certain.
"You’re not some wandering ghost in the library. Not some generous guide. You’re Voldemort, aren’t you?"
Silence.
All voices vanished.
"Everyone said you were dead. I believed you were dead. But you’re still alive."
Ryan grinned, teeth stained red.
"Good. I’m glad."
"Great Dark Lord… why hide your true identity? If you’d revealed yourself earlier, I’d have joined you willingly from the start!"
Voldemort: … Really?
But when I asked you to infiltrate the Room of Requirement, you hesitated—afraid of being caught. Missed multiple chances.
Ryan raved on, feverish:
"The magical world is rotting. It cowers before Muggles, begging for mercy!"
"I’ve longed for someone like you to rise! Dark Lord—your legend reached me. I regret I wasn’t born sooner!"
"I serve you! The future of magic needs a new order—one ruled by power and blood! Not just Britain, not just Europe or America—the entire world should kneel before you! And I… I will be its witness!"
Voldemort: …
What happened to that piece of my soul? How did it become this?
I never even fully conquered Britain. Now it’s whispering dreams of global dominion?
But… yes. In my youth, I was no different.
If I could eliminate Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald… and claim the Protection Charm from Harry Potter’s blood…
Unifying the wizarding world… perhaps it’s not impossible.
After a long silence, the voice returned—cold, low, and chilling.
> "Prove your worth. Bring me Harry Potter."
"As you command, my Master!" Ryan barked, shutting the Communication Pea. His mouth twitched, his body trembling.
Then, with a wild, deranged laugh:
"HAHAHA… Voldemort’s not even special… HAHAHA…"
(End of Chapter)
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