"His name?" Ms Gray showed a hint of awe, "He named himself what no one else dared to call himself, there are trophies of his in the prize display room."

It didn't look like Ms Gray was going to say Tom Riddle's name, the name that the entire wizarding world dared not utter, he had cast a spell on his name so that if anyone pronounced it he would know it, and even now that he had disappeared for so long, the effect it had caused was still etched into the wizarding world - even for a ghost.

But Luke felt a bit wronged, though they were both indeed excellent, "You think I'm like him? But I'm not lying to you!"

"I don't know...he's flattering...he seems to...know how to sympathise." Lady Grey closed her eyes, as if remembering, and as if remorseful.

"Did he take something important from you?" Luke asked softly.

"It was indeed important, but it didn't belong to me." Ms Gray's voice was full of bitterness.

"If you can, describe it carefully and perhaps I can help you get it back." Although Luke knew where the object was, he was also genuinely trying to be willing to help Ms Gray, so he tried to make his tone as sincere as possible.

"You? Generations of students have forced me to reveal where it went, and no one can resist its attraction ......" Following Ms Gray's gaze, Luke saw the top of Rowena Ravenclaw's head, where the Ravenclaw's crown was worn, and even though it was only a statue, he could see how ornate and elaborate the crown was.

"So it was Ravenclaw's crown that you were tricked out of, no one can resist the temptation to increase their wisdom, but a wise man knows well that true power always comes from the man himself." Luke deliberately teased out the truth, his tone subdued, but it touched the daughter of one of the founders of Hogwarts.

"You don't realise that the crown does more than increase one's intelligence! It is more importantly knowledge, the knowledge it contains!" As if enraged, Lady Grey looked at Luke contemptuously, as if she were looking at an extremely ignorant person.

"When you can find the Ravenclaw crown, then you can come back and talk to me." Ms Grey returned to her expressionless form, and with a hint of contempt, turned and melted into the statue of her mother.

"A crown? There seems to be a mystery there..." smiled Luke, shaking his head as he turned and headed back to the boys' dormitory.

The next day, although Luke slept late last night, he woke up early to prepare for his morning practice - the more he practised, the more he could feel his growing sensitivity and strength, and Luke revelled in this growth in power.

At breakfast in the lobby, as the owls crowded into the Great Dining Room as usual, but everyone's attention was drawn to the slender package carried by six long-eared owls.

The owls flew towards the long Gryffindor table, and the end of the parcel bumped the unlucky Neville, burying his head in his cereal, before finally coming to rest in front of Harry.

Luke saw from afar the unconcealed joy on Harry's face, and knew that the boy in great distress had been given his first flying broom, the Lightwheel 2000.

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But there was nothing to be jealous of, as Luke was in possession of his very own Neptune.

Quickly pouring the bowl of oatmeal into his mouth, Luke headed off to find the Dean of Ravenclaw, Professor Flivvy, who had just sent Luke a note via owl asking him to meet him after breakfast.

In Filius Freeway's office.

"Luke, I'm happy to see another talented wizard being born in our academy, your performance in all subjects is outstanding, even Professor Snape had to admit that. But in life, besides books and besides studying, there are still many beautiful landscapes and interesting things waiting for you to explore, to try and to experience. I've heard from Mrs Pince that you spend almost all of your time after school in the library. I don't think it's good for your health in the long run." Professor Freeway said at length, and released for Luke, hidden in a tin in his desk drawer, those big-name, delicious pocket cupcakes that had been rumoured amongst the students of Eagle Academy, and made them dance in front of Luke's face.

Although he had just eaten breakfast, Luke still picked up a piece of cake and took a bite, it has to be said that Professor Freeway is a responsible dean, reliable teacher, not only paid attention to the students' academics, but also paid attention to the students' lives and thoughts, although it did not reach the kind of attitude that the dean of the Hetch Hetchy College, Professor Pomona Sprout, was excessively concerned about the students of other colleges in the same manner, but it was already counted as a very rare.

"Thank you, Professor Freeway! I'll be careful to adjust my time in the future. But the truth is, reading books is a kind of enjoyment and pastime for me." Touched by Professor Freeway's concern, Luke reassured him.

"Oh, it's really remarkable, to be so studious at such a young age, that's probably why you are far superior to other young wizards." Students who liked to read were always prone to gaining favour with their teachers, at least in Ravenclaw Academy.

Professor Flivvy took a bite of cake himself to lighten the mood in his office, then he continued, "But do you have any interest in Quidditch?" Professor Freeway asked.

"Quidditch? Professor, first years aren't allowed to bring flying brooms or play on the Quidditch team." Luke looked at Professor Freeway quizzically, his mind guessing, but not yet sure if he would also get this privilege that wasn't actually too fair to other first years.

"Yes, the rules do, but I've just learnt that Harry Potter of Gryffindor has been specially recruited to be the youngest ball finder in a century. From what Rolanda told me, it said that you showed no less talent than Mr Potter in her flying lessons, and your brother Albert was a great ball finder back when he was at the school, and your sister Daisy is an excellent ball chaser...so I think Ravenclaw is just as well served by special recruiting you as a ball finder. It's been a long time since we've had the Quidditch Championship trophy, so long that I can barely remember the last time we won it! And you have a later birthday than Mr Potter, you're even younger than he is!" Professor Freeway was really trying to special recruit Luke to the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

Thinking back to flying lessons and the feeling he had when he was flying through the sky on his broomstick, Luke agreed without hesitation. Besides, liking Quidditch would give others the impression that it couldn't be that bad, right, and poor Tom Riddle had suffered some prejudice during his student days at Hogwarts because he didn't like broomsticks...of course, maybe those couldn't be considered prejudice either.

Professor Freeway was pleased that Luke was as steady as he was, far taller than the rest of his classmates, paired with a dexterity that all seemed to make winning possible, but a noise outside the office caught the attention of the pair of Eagle Academy students and teachers.

"This isn't some old model flying broom! It's a Lightwheel 2000! What did you say you had one of those at home, Malfoy? A Comet 260?"

"Comets are pretty flashy, but they're not even in the same league as Lightwheels."

"How do you know, Weasley, you couldn't even get half a broom handle. I guess you and those brothers of yours had to save one branch at a time."

It was Ron and Malfoy's voices, looking like they were arguing over flying brooms.

Professor Freeway jumped out of his chair to get his feet back on the ground, then trotted out of the office, asking pointedly, "Not arguing, I hope, boys?"