HBWnovel Chapter 259 Albania 9
Chapter 259 Albania 9
Hearing a voice asking about the whereabouts of the crown, everyone subconsciously looked at each other, and then looked at each other after finding nothing.
"Yes... Where is the crown? Crown it, where is it?"
The probing eyes swept over the little wizards who had handled the crowns.
Because the crown has just been unearthed and has not been cleaned, it is inevitable that a little bit of dirt on it will remain on the bodies of those who have touched it.
There are obvious black spots on the robes of the little wizard who has carried the crown, and the fingertips of the little wizard who has touched the crown are stained black.
Everyone looked at the end from the beginning, and then saw the head from the end, and the result was——
No!
Not a trace of a crown at all!
"You help me, I feel a little dizzy."
"Stop talking, I'm dizzy too."
Everyone just felt that the world was spinning in front of them, and the places they looked at were in a trance and hazy.
It seemed that the memory of finding the crown and touching the crown just now were all a dream.
……
"Here we come! Here we come! How are you doing?"
Accompanied by the voice, the flying horses landed calmly and gracefully.
The horse's hooves touched the ground, the wings retracted, and the head drooped.
One by one, the little wizards on horseback slid off and fell to the ground.
"Are you all right? Are you all all right?"
"Did Gryffindor run away?"
"What about the crown?"
"What about the crown?"
A series of questions bombarded, but the only answer to them was silence.
The little wizards who came to support suddenly had a bad feeling in their hearts, but they still had a faint hope, and asked cautiously: "Where did you hide the crown?"
Fearing that they hadn't recovered from their nerves, they comforted them: "It's safe now, you can take it out."
silence.
Still silent.
No one answered their questions, all they faced was endless silence and lost and gloomy faces.
The waiting time is no less than torture, and it makes people feel uncomfortable.
After a long while, someone finally spoke.
"I should probably be the last person to touch the crown—the crown was still with me before Gryffindor retreated. If no one gets the crown later, then I must be the last one."
The pale-faced little wizard looked a bit embarrassed, with a disheveled face and disheveled clothes, and there were large dark stains of unknown origin on his light-colored robe.
This is a far cry from his usual well-groomed and tidy appearance.
He glanced at his companions who were also in distress, and silently confirmed to them whether there was anyone who touched the crown later than himself.
It turned out sadly - no.
No one has touched the crown since him.
very good!He is sure!
I am indeed the last one.
"The crown should...be taken away by Gryffindor." The little wizard who was the last to touch the crown closed his eyes in despair, "Before they retreated, someone snatched it from my arms. I thought that hand belonged to a student who rotated."
Thinking that the students who were rotated had insufficient magic power and couldn't hold it anymore, they replaced him to guard the crown according to the usual practice, and let themselves go to the periphery to defend.
Unexpectedly, that hand came from Gryffindor!
The little wizards who came to support hoped that they were just trying to play a prank, so they deliberately acted out such a scene of "the crown is taken away", but their distraught appearance was not fake.
"Just... that's it, was snatched away?"
"Well... it should, just be snatched away."
……
At night, the atmosphere in the camps of Ravenclaw and Slytherin was very solemn.
Contrary to the cheerfulness and ease of the previous few days, the whole camp was filled with a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere, which seemed lifeless.
The bonfire jumped, and the orange fire reflected on his face.
But no one got up, letting the continuous heat waves scorch their flushed faces.
The wood burns, crackling and shooting sparks.
But no one dodged, letting the splashing sparks fall at their feet.
The soup in the round-bellied soup pot hanging above the fire was boiling, and the bubbling bubbles burst quickly. The tumbling pieces of meat and vegetables were cooked thoroughly, and the aroma of the vegetable broth was mixed in the steaming mist toward Spread around the camp.
The camp was quiet.
But the opposite of the stagnant atmosphere is the tent in the center of the Ravenclaw camp.
Several Slytherin prefects and Ravenclaw prefects sat around the round table, staring at the center of the round table.
In other words, their eyes were firmly locked on the crown placed in the center of the round table.
The crown as a whole presents the posture of an eagle spreading its wings and soaring.
The silver metal base is glowing softly, and the skeleton supports the entire crown.
In the center of the crown is inlaid a huge oval blue gemstone as the body of the eagle. Two blue gemstones of different shapes hang down. The head of the eagle with its head sideways falls on the body of the eagle. The roots are distinct.
Several rows of transparent gemstones with different radian shapes are arranged on both sides to form the wing bones, and the ends of several "wing bones" are also hung with round gemstones of the same color that can shake.
The densely arranged gemstones reflect the bright and gorgeous light under the light, and the clear and transparent gemstones are clean and fascinating.
If you look carefully, you can see a rainbow-colored halo around the gemstone, which looks like a dream under the night light.
Bright gemstones symbolize wealth, and sheer wealth is enough to drive most people crazy.
But what everyone here is more concerned about is not the physical value of the crown.
Their eyes are wild, with burning, longing, yearning flames in their eyes.
What they pay more attention to is the symbolic meaning of this crown, the magic power carried by this crown, and everything that this crown can bring.
The passage of thousands of years is not enough to wear away its brilliance, and the baptism of thousands of years of wind and sand cannot erase its brilliance.
There is a line of clearly carved cursive characters on the curved wide-edged metal at the bottom of the crown, which is enough to show the origin and identity of the crown——
"Wit beyond measure isman's greatesttreasure"
Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of human beings.
This is--
Ravenclaw's diadem.