A certain sword soul's infinite journey
Chapter 237 Tom Riddle
Chapter 237 Tom Riddle
In the bathroom, the three of Harry stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
In front of them, the crucible that was gurgling and bubbling had turned into scattered pieces at this moment, and the hot and thick soup was scattered all over the floor, flowing around the cracks in the floor.
"It's over, it's over...it's all over..."
Hermione sat slumped on the ground, mechanically repeating her frustrated words, a little freckled face with a weeping expression.
"..."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, and both of them saw a trace of helplessness and happiness in each other's eyes.
The helpless thing is that they passed the most difficult hurdle, but fell on the last step before success. Fortunately, they finally don't have to try to drink this ugly and smelly potion like black mud!
"What should we do now?" Ron sighed, staring at the medicine on the ground, "We can't go to Snape's private storage room to steal medicine again, right?"
"Of course not." Harry frowned and shook his head, "Snape is not a fool, he has already been targeted this time, if he does it again, he will not be as lucky as now."
"awesome!"
Ron breathed a sigh of relief, and sat on the ground with a relaxed expression.
"Merlin's beard! Messing up in Snape's Potions class is more dangerous than stabbing a sleeping dragon in the eye...I don't want us to die at Snape's hands before we find the heir to the Chamber of Secrets." superior!"
Hearing Ron's grunt, Harry shook his head helplessly and amusedly.
Then, he turned his head helplessly and looked at Hermione, who was also a little absent-minded.
"What should I do next?"
"...I can only think of other ways."
Hermione came back to her senses and sighed a little dejectedly. Just when she was about to stand up from the ground, she suddenly saw the black notebook hidden under the fragments of the cauldron.
Harry on the side nodded when he heard the words, then seemed to remember something, and said with some hesitation.
"By the way, you... don't you think the scream just now sounds familiar?"
"Huh?" Ron gave him a strange look, "Why do you ask, girls scream differently?"
"Really?" Harry glanced at Ron, hesitated for a while, and then said, "But why does it sound like Ginny's voice..."
"Ginny?!"
Ron's eyes widened suddenly, and then he stared at Harry warily.
"Hey, Harry, when did you hear Ginny's screams? Even I can't tell the difference. I'm her brother!"
"Then you should reflect on yourself!" Harry rolled his eyes, and then quickly explained, "This is how Ginny welcomed me the first day I went to your house, don't you remember? "
"……yes?"
With a suspicious expression on Ron's face, he thought about the scene of that day in his mind.
"And the focus of your attention is too strange, isn't it?"
Harry curled his lips.
"guys."
Hermione's voice suddenly sounded, attracting the eyes of the two of them.
"see this!"
Hermione stood in front of the broken cauldron, picked up the black leather notebook soaked in the soup with two fingers, and said in a strange tone: "This book is very strange..."
"Hey!"
Before Hermione could say anything more, Ron rushed over and knocked the notebook in her hand to the ground.
"what!"
Hermione was taken aback, and when she recovered, she looked at Ron angrily.
"what are you doing?!"
"I'm saving you!"
"what?"
Hermione looked puzzled, and Harry was also a little puzzled.
Ron fixed his eyes on the black leather notebook on the ground, and explained in a solemn tone.
"My father told me that there are many books full of black magic in this world, such as "The Wizard's Sonnet". Anyone who reads this book can only speak in doggerel for the rest of his life. An old wizard of mine, with a book so fatally attractive that you'll never put it down if you look at it, and—"
"Okay, we got it."
Harry walked around Ron and picked up the black notebook.
"At least we'll have a look at the cover, won't we?"
"..." Ron rolled his eyes, "Don't say I didn't warn you, most of those books have black covers, just like the ones in your hand!"
"This is Hogwarts, dangerous books 50 years ago... Wait!"
Harry's eyes widened before he finished speaking, his eyes fixed on the date on the black cover.
Hermione and Ron hurried over, and then—
"...is this book from 50 years ago?"
The three looked at each other.
Harry hesitated for a moment, but still put his hand on the cover, intending to open the book.
At this moment, a sound of footsteps coming from far and near came from outside the door, and the three of Harry were startled.
Harry hurriedly stuffed the notebook into his schoolbag, and Ron and Hermione hurried to the corner of the bathroom, trying to get a mop and broom to clean up the soup on the ground.
However, their actions are already too late...
"...Harry? Ron?"
A head full of red hair poked in from the door, brown eyes suspiciously swept over the three people in the bathroom, and then landed on the broken cauldron and the spilled soup on the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"Percy... that's great!"
Seeing the familiar red hair, Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief.
It was Percy Weasley, prefect of Gryffindor and Ron's third brother.
Fortunately, it's my own!
Ron's face completely relaxed.
"So what the hell are you doing?"
Percy Weasley walked in frowning, looking suspiciously at the soup on the ground.
"Ah...this..." Ron blinked his eyes twice, and said in a stumbling tone, "I'm asking Hermione and Harry to teach me how to arrange today's homework...Percy, you know, I'm I really don't have much talent in this area..."
As he spoke, Ron showed a somewhat embarrassed expression of "you understand".
Percy obviously believed it right away, and he sighed resignedly.
"I told you a long time ago that you should spend more time studying. Look at you, you are in the second grade now, and with the assistance of two people, you can actually blow up the crucible... Hurry up and clean up the ground. It's not peaceful at night, don't hang around outside the dormitory for too long!"
"Uh-huh!"
The three of them nodded again and again, looking like "you're right".
Percy Weasley nodded in satisfaction.
He coughed twice, assumed the majestic posture of a prefect, turned around and walked out the door.
But before Harry and the others showed a relaxed expression, a familiar voice sounded again.
"and many more!"
The three raised their heads, and suddenly saw Percy, who had just walked out the door, actually walked in again.
"...Is there anything else?" Ron asked with his mouth curled.
"What else can there be?" Percy Weasley glared at Ron, then rolled up the sleeves of the Gryffindor school uniform, and walked towards the corner, "Let me clean up with you, so hurry up! "
"..."
The three looked at each other and nodded helplessly.
"……All right!"
……
……
The next morning, in the Hogwarts dining room.
Hermione looked around and asked in a low voice towards the opposite side.
"Harry, did you read the black book last night?"
"...No." Ron shook his head. "There are too many people in the dormitory, and Harry and I were afraid of accidents, so we never took out the book."
"Then take it out now." Hermione whispered, "Even if something happens here, there are so many professors here."
Harry nodded in agreement, reached out and took out the book from his schoolbag, placed it in the empty space on the dining table in front of him, and then opened it solemnly—
"……Um?"
Harry was slightly taken aback, then frowned tightly, flipping the book in front of him with his fingers.
But unfortunately, every page in the book is blank, without any trace of writing, only on the first page, there is an indistinct name—Tom Riddle.
Both Harry and Hermione looked disappointed, only Ron showed a hint of surprise.
"T..."
Ron opened his mouth, but before he could utter a complete word, Danas, who had just passed behind Harry and Ron, opened his mouth before Ron.
"Tom Riddle... I've seen this name before. He won a Hogwarts Special Contribution Award 50 years ago. The trophy is placed in the trophy room on the fourth floor."
(End of this chapter)
In the bathroom, the three of Harry stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
In front of them, the crucible that was gurgling and bubbling had turned into scattered pieces at this moment, and the hot and thick soup was scattered all over the floor, flowing around the cracks in the floor.
"It's over, it's over...it's all over..."
Hermione sat slumped on the ground, mechanically repeating her frustrated words, a little freckled face with a weeping expression.
"..."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, and both of them saw a trace of helplessness and happiness in each other's eyes.
The helpless thing is that they passed the most difficult hurdle, but fell on the last step before success. Fortunately, they finally don't have to try to drink this ugly and smelly potion like black mud!
"What should we do now?" Ron sighed, staring at the medicine on the ground, "We can't go to Snape's private storage room to steal medicine again, right?"
"Of course not." Harry frowned and shook his head, "Snape is not a fool, he has already been targeted this time, if he does it again, he will not be as lucky as now."
"awesome!"
Ron breathed a sigh of relief, and sat on the ground with a relaxed expression.
"Merlin's beard! Messing up in Snape's Potions class is more dangerous than stabbing a sleeping dragon in the eye...I don't want us to die at Snape's hands before we find the heir to the Chamber of Secrets." superior!"
Hearing Ron's grunt, Harry shook his head helplessly and amusedly.
Then, he turned his head helplessly and looked at Hermione, who was also a little absent-minded.
"What should I do next?"
"...I can only think of other ways."
Hermione came back to her senses and sighed a little dejectedly. Just when she was about to stand up from the ground, she suddenly saw the black notebook hidden under the fragments of the cauldron.
Harry on the side nodded when he heard the words, then seemed to remember something, and said with some hesitation.
"By the way, you... don't you think the scream just now sounds familiar?"
"Huh?" Ron gave him a strange look, "Why do you ask, girls scream differently?"
"Really?" Harry glanced at Ron, hesitated for a while, and then said, "But why does it sound like Ginny's voice..."
"Ginny?!"
Ron's eyes widened suddenly, and then he stared at Harry warily.
"Hey, Harry, when did you hear Ginny's screams? Even I can't tell the difference. I'm her brother!"
"Then you should reflect on yourself!" Harry rolled his eyes, and then quickly explained, "This is how Ginny welcomed me the first day I went to your house, don't you remember? "
"……yes?"
With a suspicious expression on Ron's face, he thought about the scene of that day in his mind.
"And the focus of your attention is too strange, isn't it?"
Harry curled his lips.
"guys."
Hermione's voice suddenly sounded, attracting the eyes of the two of them.
"see this!"
Hermione stood in front of the broken cauldron, picked up the black leather notebook soaked in the soup with two fingers, and said in a strange tone: "This book is very strange..."
"Hey!"
Before Hermione could say anything more, Ron rushed over and knocked the notebook in her hand to the ground.
"what!"
Hermione was taken aback, and when she recovered, she looked at Ron angrily.
"what are you doing?!"
"I'm saving you!"
"what?"
Hermione looked puzzled, and Harry was also a little puzzled.
Ron fixed his eyes on the black leather notebook on the ground, and explained in a solemn tone.
"My father told me that there are many books full of black magic in this world, such as "The Wizard's Sonnet". Anyone who reads this book can only speak in doggerel for the rest of his life. An old wizard of mine, with a book so fatally attractive that you'll never put it down if you look at it, and—"
"Okay, we got it."
Harry walked around Ron and picked up the black notebook.
"At least we'll have a look at the cover, won't we?"
"..." Ron rolled his eyes, "Don't say I didn't warn you, most of those books have black covers, just like the ones in your hand!"
"This is Hogwarts, dangerous books 50 years ago... Wait!"
Harry's eyes widened before he finished speaking, his eyes fixed on the date on the black cover.
Hermione and Ron hurried over, and then—
"...is this book from 50 years ago?"
The three looked at each other.
Harry hesitated for a moment, but still put his hand on the cover, intending to open the book.
At this moment, a sound of footsteps coming from far and near came from outside the door, and the three of Harry were startled.
Harry hurriedly stuffed the notebook into his schoolbag, and Ron and Hermione hurried to the corner of the bathroom, trying to get a mop and broom to clean up the soup on the ground.
However, their actions are already too late...
"...Harry? Ron?"
A head full of red hair poked in from the door, brown eyes suspiciously swept over the three people in the bathroom, and then landed on the broken cauldron and the spilled soup on the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"Percy... that's great!"
Seeing the familiar red hair, Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief.
It was Percy Weasley, prefect of Gryffindor and Ron's third brother.
Fortunately, it's my own!
Ron's face completely relaxed.
"So what the hell are you doing?"
Percy Weasley walked in frowning, looking suspiciously at the soup on the ground.
"Ah...this..." Ron blinked his eyes twice, and said in a stumbling tone, "I'm asking Hermione and Harry to teach me how to arrange today's homework...Percy, you know, I'm I really don't have much talent in this area..."
As he spoke, Ron showed a somewhat embarrassed expression of "you understand".
Percy obviously believed it right away, and he sighed resignedly.
"I told you a long time ago that you should spend more time studying. Look at you, you are in the second grade now, and with the assistance of two people, you can actually blow up the crucible... Hurry up and clean up the ground. It's not peaceful at night, don't hang around outside the dormitory for too long!"
"Uh-huh!"
The three of them nodded again and again, looking like "you're right".
Percy Weasley nodded in satisfaction.
He coughed twice, assumed the majestic posture of a prefect, turned around and walked out the door.
But before Harry and the others showed a relaxed expression, a familiar voice sounded again.
"and many more!"
The three raised their heads, and suddenly saw Percy, who had just walked out the door, actually walked in again.
"...Is there anything else?" Ron asked with his mouth curled.
"What else can there be?" Percy Weasley glared at Ron, then rolled up the sleeves of the Gryffindor school uniform, and walked towards the corner, "Let me clean up with you, so hurry up! "
"..."
The three looked at each other and nodded helplessly.
"……All right!"
……
……
The next morning, in the Hogwarts dining room.
Hermione looked around and asked in a low voice towards the opposite side.
"Harry, did you read the black book last night?"
"...No." Ron shook his head. "There are too many people in the dormitory, and Harry and I were afraid of accidents, so we never took out the book."
"Then take it out now." Hermione whispered, "Even if something happens here, there are so many professors here."
Harry nodded in agreement, reached out and took out the book from his schoolbag, placed it in the empty space on the dining table in front of him, and then opened it solemnly—
"……Um?"
Harry was slightly taken aback, then frowned tightly, flipping the book in front of him with his fingers.
But unfortunately, every page in the book is blank, without any trace of writing, only on the first page, there is an indistinct name—Tom Riddle.
Both Harry and Hermione looked disappointed, only Ron showed a hint of surprise.
"T..."
Ron opened his mouth, but before he could utter a complete word, Danas, who had just passed behind Harry and Ron, opened his mouth before Ron.
"Tom Riddle... I've seen this name before. He won a Hogwarts Special Contribution Award 50 years ago. The trophy is placed in the trophy room on the fourth floor."
(End of this chapter)
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