Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Ms. Grey, no, Helena Ravenclaw's shoulders trembled slightly, as if she just realized that there were other people in this place besides her.

"How did you know that?" she asked in surprise.

Amanta stepped forward and said, "I have seen many portraits of Rowena Ravenclaw, but none of them is as vivid and delicate as this one. I think... this must have been painted by a woman who often gets along with her and has superb painting skills."

Helena turned her head and continued to ask, "Female? How can you tell that the author is a female?"

Amanta bowed slightly.

"Please allow me to make a bold guess. Perhaps we cannot draw a conclusion based on the painting style, perspective and character image alone, but this painting is particularly delicate in its depiction of clothing, which is something that many female painters would pay more attention to and be good at..."

She looked back at Helena's eyes, which were fixed on her, and continued.

"Although I don't know how to draw, I have learned some relevant knowledge. Painting requires a clear distinction between the primary and the secondary. Therefore, most portraits do not depict clothing or backgrounds in such detail. Instead, they focus on the appearance and expression of the character, especially all the portraits of Rowena Ravenclaw that I have seen before."

Amanta approached the portrait and used the light from the tip of her wand to illuminate the most striking part of the painting - Rowena's forehead, the glittering crown. This crown was more lifelike than any painting she had ever seen before, and it was almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

Paintings can secretly reveal the creator's inner thoughts. For example, when she looked at this painting, she could almost imagine that Helena had greedily stroked the crown in the painting day and night, with great desire in her eyes.

Until the beast of desire devoured her heart, she stole her mother's crown by any means necessary and fled to the forests of Albania...

"Especially this crown." Amanta said softly, "Because the crown was lost, Rowena's portraits rarely painted this crown in detail. After thousands of years, painters of varying levels have copied it. Now the Ravenclaw crowns that can be seen in the book are very varied..."

"There was a student who said the same thing as you." Helena interrupted her, muttering to herself. Her eyes suddenly became extremely cold. "But he is a hateful liar! A thief!"

Could the student Helena was referring to be Tom Riddle, her former student?

Amanta's heart shuddered.

"Please believe me, I am not the same person as him."

"No, I just knew it..." Helena's lips twisted into a sneer, "You are here to find the crown just like him? Is that right?"

Before Amanta could answer her question, she suddenly turned around and prepared to leave.

She said contemptuously: "You are not the first nor the second student who covets the crown... Generations of students! They all pester me!"

Seeing Helena floating out of the window by the corridor, Amanta ran over in no time, propped her hands on the windowsill, and shouted outside, regardless of whether Helena could hear her or not: "No, I'm not coveting it, in fact, it's right here with me!"

"At your place?"

Helena passed through her body rapidly, and Amanta couldn't help but shiver, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her whole body.