Adrian noticed that Ravenclaw was looking at him.
The sensation of being watched felt so real, as if he wasn't rely viewing a mory but truly standing before this legendary witch.
Of course, this was only an illusion.
He could be certain that this was rely a mory.
"Hello, stranger," Ravenclaw said. "If you're seeing this mory, you should have a gemstone in your hand, along with a parchnt scroll—like these."
She raised the two items in her hands as she spoke.
Then Ravenclaw set down the two objects and smiled slightly. "Before our formal conversation begins, I'd like to know—have you already obtained the diadem I left behind?"
Adrian's heart skipped a beat.
Ravenclaw's diadem was lying in his storage space at this very mont!
"Excellent," Ravenclaw seed to anticipate Adrian's thoughts and nodded slightly. "Do you see the gemstone in my hand? Don't doubt it—it's the very one you possess. I will soon infuse this mory into it."
"You must have worn my diadem, which is why my raven puppets were able to find you. There's an identical gemstone on my diadem—they're a matching set."
"As for this parchnt scroll—" When Ravenclaw ntioned this, her eyes suddenly dimd. "I suspect it was never delivered to my daughter, Helena Ravenclaw."
"Please deliver it to my daughter. In return, the gemstone in your hand will be restored to its complete form."
"As for the diadem, I would prefer you give it to a Ravenclaw student or return it to Hogwarts. Of course—the choice is yours."
The mory ended there.
Adrian felt a wave of intense dizziness as the scene before his eyes shattered like a broken mirror.
The next second, his vision had returned to the headmaster's office.
When he looked at the Pensieve again, those silvery-white substances had already dissipated.
It seed these mories were one-ti use only.
Adrian stood in place for a while, slowly organizing what he had witnessed.
He had roughly pieced together the story's beginning and end.
In the original story, Ravenclaw's daughter Helena stole the diadem and fled to Albania.
Later, the dying Ravenclaw sent Barrow to find her daughter, hoping to see her one last ti.
The ravens Adrian encountered in Albania—Ravenclaw's "raven puppets"—were probably dispatched around the sa ti to deliver ssages.
Perhaps because Barrow accidentally killed Helena, those ravens could never find her. After wandering for a thousand years, they finally encountered Adrian, who carried the scent of Ravenclaw's diadem, and delivered Ravenclaw's gemstone and letter to him.
And Ravenclaw—she had probably foreseen this situation through so ans and left a mory in the gemstone beforehand, hoping Adrian would continue delivering the letter to Helena.
Of course, all of this was Adrian's speculation.
However, he now had one question—how could Ravenclaw be certain that he was the one who obtained the gemstone and letter?
From what she said in the mory, she seed confident he could successfully deliver the letter to her daughter.
This was too strange.
After all, probably only he in this world could successfully complete the letter delivery task.
If it were anyone else, they wouldn't possibly know that the Hogwarts ghost, the Grey Lady, was Helena, and thus couldn't complete the delivery mission.
In the end, Adrian could only speculate that this must be so kind of prophecy—a thousand years ago, Ravenclaw already knew Adrian would help deliver the letter to her daughter.
Adrian remained lost in thought until Dumbledore patted his shoulder, bringing him back to his senses.
"What's wrong? Did sothing happen?" he asked with concern.
"Nothing," Adrian shook his head calmly. "This was an old wizard's mory, hoping I could help him with sothing."
Dumbledore didn't seem inclined to probe further, simply nodding slightly. "I hope everything goes well."
After leaving the headmaster's office, Adrian began searching the castle for the Grey Lady.
Finding a mysteriously wandering ghost in the vast Hogwarts was no easy task.
The Grey Lady was Ravenclaw's ghost, and Adrian rarely encountered her.
After questioning so portraits and ghosts, he still had no luck.
In the afternoon, in a corridor, Adrian saw a ghost's silhouette and imdiately approached, asking, "Sir, have you seen the Grey—"
Adrian's voice trailed off because the ghost had already turned around.
Hollow eyes, a gaunt face, and bloodstained robes—wasn't this the Bloody Baron?
"Uh..." Adrian paused, then withdrew his intended question. "Good afternoon, sir. I was just saying hello."
His instincts told him it was better not to discuss the Grey Lady with the Bloody Baron.
The Bloody Baron slowly turned his head, and Adrian felt the surrounding temperature drop several degrees.
However, he didn't say much, just nodded at Adrian before leaving.
Just then, Adrian keenly noticed a silvery-white figure floating out from behind a stone pillar.
Adrian imdiately recognized her as the Grey Lady—Ravenclaw's daughter, Helena Ravenclaw.
Only after the Bloody Baron's figure completely disappeared at the corridor's end did the Grey Lady slowly erge.
She was clearly deliberately avoiding the Bloody Baron.
"Grey Lady?"
When the Grey Lady passed by Adrian, he called out to her.
The silvery-white ghost's form paused, slowly turning around. The Grey Lady—or rather, Helena Ravenclaw—looked at Adrian calmly and said, "Is there sothing you need?"
Seeing this, Adrian smiled slightly. "There's a letter for you, my lady."
He handed her the parchnt scroll.
The Grey Lady dubiously reached out to touch the parchnt. Unexpectedly, the parchnt didn't pass through her hand like other objects, but settled firmly in her palm.
The mont the parchnt touched her, it suddenly glowed with a gentle blue light.
"This is..." The Grey Lady's voice suddenly trembled.
She quickly untied the rope binding the parchnt and eagerly unfolded the letter.
Adrian considerately turned to leave but heard an almost inaudible sob.
Looking back, he saw tears glistening in this proud ghost's eyes—apparently, ghosts could cry too.
"Thank you." The Grey Lady's voice was as soft as a sigh.
"You're welco." He smiled in response. "I'll be going now. See you later, Grey Lady."
With that, Adrian turned and left.
He didn't care what the letter contained—he was rely a ssenger.
In fact, he could already guess: it was nothing more than a mother's love, arriving a thousand years too late.
On his way to his office, Adrian took out the blue gemstone again. The tiny cracks on its surface were healing at a visible rate.
Clearly, Ravenclaw was right—after the letter was delivered, the gemstone in his hand would be restored.
"Eldra."
[Na: Ravenclaw's Gemstone]
[Description: Crystallization of Wisdom]
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