Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Helena closed her eyes and told her past.

"Until my mother became seriously ill and wanted to see me one last time before she died... She sent Barrow to find me. Barrow was my admirer and had been pursuing me for a long time. He would never give up until he found me. But because I didn't want to go back with him, he stabbed me to death in a rage."

The Bloody Baron is Slytherin's resident ghost. He is always wearing shackles and looking in some empty direction with empty eyes. He has a thin face, his body is covered with silver blood, and he often makes chilling snorts on the astronomy tower.

Helena took a deep breath and lifted her cloak, revealing a long, horrible black wound on her snow-white chest.

Amanta couldn't help but take a breath.

Helena said indignantly: "Barrow hated me for always firmly rejecting him. He was jealous of my freedom. When he came to his senses, he regretted it so much that he took the weapon that killed me and committed suicide... After so many centuries, he still wears shackles to repent for his sins. He deserves it."

Her chest swelled slightly, rising and falling for a while, and then gradually returned to calm.

"So, speaking of that, Tang… um, why did that student put the diadem back into Hogwarts, and how did you find it?"

After Helena told her story, she seemed to calm down a lot.

At this point, Amanta slowly stated her speculation: "Ms. Helena, if that student is the person I guessed, I don't think he needed to get better grades at the beginning. Is it because of this, um... and his understanding that you believed him?"

"Yes." Helena was a little flustered, "I don't know..."

"You didn't know he would become... well, a famous figure. You just hoped he could decipher the secrets of ancient magic for you?" Amanta said knowingly, "After all, he was a recognized genius at the time."

"Yes, but I don't think he has talent for it... Yes, practicing ancient magic requires extraordinary talent, fortunately this is the case."

"That's right. I don't think he has cracked the secret of the crown, at least most of it, because he needs the crown for another purpose." Amanta stared into her eyes, "Lady Helena, I hope you can tell me--"

She paused and said, "That student back then was Tom Riddle, the future Dark Lord?"

Helena's pupils suddenly contracted and her face became cold in an instant. She took a few steps back and turned to leave.

"No, no, forget what I said to you, what I shouldn't have said... forget it all."

Amanta shouted at her back, "Wait, Lady Helena, aren't you curious about what Tom Riddle did to the crown?"

Helena stopped walking.

"I remember... you just said that the crown was cast with black magic?" she asked faintly, "But this crown has a powerful protective magic that is enough to prevent it from being eroded by various magics."

"If it's ordinary magic, no, even many powerful magics, I think the crown can resist them." Amanta stared at Helena's expression and asked slowly: "But what if... it's a Horcrux?"

"What did you say?"

Helena's transparent cheeks seemed to become less transparent.

"He actually? He actually dared!"