Kapitel 189: Chapter 189: The Secret of Ravenclaw's Diadem.
After three years, Ino once again set foot in the Room of Requirement.
This time, however, the Room of Requirement was no longer a frozen wasteland; instead, it presented itself as a chaotic labyrinth.
The large room was filled with all sorts of items, from tattered books, broken wands, damaged joke props, to some strange things that were better left unseen.
Ino scanned his surroundings.
It seemed that no one had been here for a long time. A thin layer of dust covered everything, giving the room a sense of mystery and the passage of time, despite its aged appearance.
Holding an oil lamp in one hand and gripping his wand tightly in the other, Ino navigated through the cluttered room.
He was surprised by the room's size; it was exceptionally vast. After walking for over ten minutes, he hadn't found anything, nor had he reached the room's boundaries.
"This is quite troublesome... I'll have to use the simplest method."
Muttering to himself, Ino took a six-sided die out of his pocket. When in doubt, he turned to divination.
As for using the general revealing spell, that was out of the question. Voldemort was no troll; he would definitely have set up safeguards. If a simple revealing spell could find it, then being the Dark Lord would be too much of a joke.
Despite his thoughts, Ino still used a marking spell to draw eight squares on the ground, starting from his current position, and began divining the correct direction one step at a time.
Half an hour later.
Finally, among a pile of disordered potion bottles, he found the peculiar statue with the diadem.
At the same time, Ino also saw the legendary magical artifact—the Diadem of Ravenclaw.
It was a beautifully crafted semi-circular diadem, with a unique design that was both sharp and elegant, as if it pointed straight to the sky. Embedded in its surface was a diamond-shaped sapphire, reflecting the light of the oil lamp with a deep, starry brilliance.
Of course, beautiful things often come with danger.
Under the light of the ancient oil lamp, a foot above the diadem was a cloud of pitch-black smoke, exuding a palpable malice even from a distance.
It was hard to imagine what would happen if someone recklessly put on the diadem.
"This is problematic..." Standing three feet away, Ino frowned, troubled by the sight of the diadem.
A Horcrux wasn't a curse, so Fiendfyre was ruled out. Next, there was the Flame of Hope, which would definitely work, as there was nothing dark it couldn't deal with.
But using fire risked destroying the diadem along with it, which was too high a price to pay.
Of course, there was a more reliable option: handing it directly to Dumbledore.
As he hesitated, his gaze sharpened. A human face appeared faintly in the black mist above the diadem.
"Dear Tom, you really shouldn't have shown yourself! But thank you for the reminder!"
Ino chuckled, raising his wand. The 13-inch Wand gently lifted the diadem, and Ino vanished from the spot.
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In the Sanctuary.
"Ah!" A blood-curdling scream rang out.
For just a moment, as if it were an illusion, the surroundings returned to silence.
At the same time, Ino looked again at the diadem held by his wand. Under the ancient oil lamp's light, the previous inky black mist was nowhere to be seen.
He reached out and gently picked up the diadem. Although it looked like it was made of metal, it was unexpectedly light, as if woven from leaves. He also saw the inscription left by Lady Ravenclaw on the base of the diadem—"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure."
This time, without any hesitation, he placed the diadem on his head.
The moment the diadem touched his head, a wonderful sensation spread throughout his body. It was cool and refreshing, like a glass of iced lemonade on a hot summer day.
Though peculiar, it felt familiar.
"Felix Felicis..."
Ino sighed, taking the diadem off.
The diadem couldn't increase wisdom, that was certain. But it could give the wearer a feeling of sudden insight when thinking.
Just like when he wore the diadem and thought about where the familiar feeling came from, Felix Felicis came to mind.
Everything was such a coincidence, yet it felt inevitable.
Of course, the diadem's effect wasn't as strong as Felix Felicis, but its nature was similar.
Because of this, the moment he figured it out, he decisively took it off. Even in the magical world, many things came with a price, just like how Felix Felicis couldn't be consumed continuously within six months.
The diadem's powerful effect must come with a cost; valuable resources must be used wisely.
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After taking off the diadem, Ino picked up the oil lamp and began examining it closely.
A powerful alchemical artifact with potent magical effects must hide its own secrets.
With the oil lamp in hand, after an intense inspection, he discovered twelve strange symbols engraved on the sapphire embedded in the center of the diadem.
There was no doubt these symbols looked like ancient runes, but the ones inscribed in the diadem were far more complex than those in the Basilisk's eyes. The twelve symbols formed a perfect circle, resembling an Ouroboros.
Unlike Voldemort's Dark Mark, Ino had a feeling that these symbols represented a true Ouroboros.
In alchemy, the Ouroboros was an important emblem.
Although many interpreted the Ouroboros as 'self-devourer,' in alchemy, its true meaning was 'self-reference' and 'infinite cycle.'
These two points coincidentally matched Lady Ravenclaw's philosophy. Self-reference symbolized extreme thought, and infinite cycle represented boundless wisdom.
"Fide! Take me back to the dormitory!" Ino called into the air.
...
A blue light flashed.
When he opened his eyes again, Ino was already on his bed in the dormitory.
As time passed, Fide's intelligence had also gradually increased. At least now it could recognize many places and rarely made mistakes in delivering items.
In the beginning, he wouldn't have dared to let Fide take him around, who knew where it might have taken him.
After a short delay, Ino got up from the bed.
He went straight to his desk, took out a drawer containing dark red ink made from Basilisk blood, and under the light of the oil lamp, began copying the symbols from the diadem.
Even if he didn't understand them, it was always useful to have them copied. Moreover, he had a clear plan for this knowledge.
On the Arad Continent, Loton, the head of the Alchemist Guild in Hendon Myre, was a very good candidate. Using Ravenclaw's wisdom to exchange for the disassembly machine he desired, following the principle of equivalent exchange, he believed Loton wouldn't refuse.
After all, the magic of time reversal, or true immortality, was something no one could resist, and Ino was no exception.
As long as he lived long enough, there was nothing he couldn't solve.
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