Exchange student at Hogwarts

"This diary can talk" More than a month later, when everyone had forgotten about the diary, Harry quietly found Zhang Chen and secretly told him what he had discovered.

"What does it mean that a diary can talk?" Zhang Chen, who was practicing hard, stopped his breathing and looked at Harry with two big dark circles under his eyes and a tired expression.

"I mean, this diary records some terrible past events. Some past events that were covered up. Some past events that happened at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Harry showed a hint of fanaticism in his eyes as he held out the diary. Excitedly showed Zhang Chen "Fifty years ago, the secret room was opened. The monster attacked several students, and finally killed one. It was Tom Riddle who caught the man who opened the secret room, and he was expelled. But the principal Professor Dippet was ashamed of what happened at Hogwarts and forbade Tom from telling the truth. They announced to the outside world that the girl had died in a freak accident. They gave Tom a golden tablet with words engraved on it. Shining nice medal, trying to silence him. But he said he knew it would happen again. The monster is still alive, and the man with the power to free it is not locked up."

"How did you communicate with him by writing?" Zhang Chen asked, looking at the spotless blank diary.

"Yes, just wait, I'll show you." Then Harry put ink on his quill and wrote in his diary, "I want to re-read what happened fifty years ago."

The diary seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and the pages turned with a roar. The small square marked June 13th in the upper right corner of a page in mid-June seemed to have turned into a miniature TV screen. Harry motioned for Zhang Chen to bring his eyes closer. As soon as Zhang Chen stretched his head over, he felt as if he had been sucked into a strange space and entered a swirling circle of colors, light and shadow.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he was already in the principal's office at Hogwarts, and the man sitting at the table was not Dumbledore, but a weak wizard with only a few hairs on his bald head. A wisp of white hair, reading a letter by candlelight.

"This was fifty years ago." Zhang Chen walked up to the bald principal. The principal didn't seem to be able to see him, so Zhang Chen further stretched his hand towards the principal and found that his body was actually an illusory light and shadow. Passing through the table and the principal, there is no ripple of time.

"It's interesting." Zhang Chen tried to activate his spiritual consciousness or Qi. As soon as he thought about it, the surrounding void suddenly shook inexplicably. It felt like the surrounding air was distorted by inexplicable power, and Zhang Chen also had a kind of The force of repulsion appears, trying to push it out of this fragment of memory. Zhang Chen quickly stopped moving and stabilized the surrounding environment. It seemed that this kind of memory fragment was still very unstable. Once some external force intervened, it might collapse at any time.

After a while, just when Zhang Chen was getting tired of looking at the photos of the principals around him, there was a knock on the door outside the office.

"Come in," said the old wizard in a feeble voice.

A boy of about sixteen years old walked in, taking off his pointed hat, a prefect's silver badge shining on his chest. He was tall and thin, with a head of shiny black hair.

"Ah, Riddle," said the headmaster.

"You want to see me, Professor Dippet," Riddle said, looking a little nervous. "Sit down," said Dippet. "I have been reading the letter you gave me."

"This is Tom Riddle, Voldemort looks ordinary." Zhang Chen suddenly became energetic, relying on his illusory body, he kept circling around Riddle to observe. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, this appearance is too ordinary, and the hairline is also receding. No wonder I will become bald in the future."

"Oh," Riddle said.He sat down and clasped his hands tightly together.

"My dear child," Dippet said kindly, "I can't let you stay at school for the summer vacation. You must be willing to go home for the vacation."

"No," Riddle said immediately, "I would rather stay at Hogwarts than spend even a minute in that orphanage."

"You lived in a Muggle orphanage during the holidays, didn't you?" Dippet said curiously.

"Yes, sir," said Riddle, blushing slightly.

"Are you a muggle?"

"A half-breed, sir," Riddle said. "The father is a Muggle and the mother is a witch."

"I'm sure Voldemort is a half-blood, so how could he open the Chamber of Secrets? The restrictions left by Slytherin back then were too weak." After all, Zhang Chen had only watched the movie roughly and didn't know much about Voldemort's background. He really wasn't very clear, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this big secret.

"Both your parents"

"My mother died just after giving birth to me, sir. They told me in the orphanage that she only had time to give me a name: Tom, after my father."

Dippet smacked his tongue sympathetically. "Here's the thing, Tom," he sighed, "we originally wanted to make some special arrangements for you, but under the current circumstances."

"Are you referring to all these attacks, sir" Riddle asked.

"That's quite true," said the headmaster. "My dear boy, you must see how foolish it would be for me to allow you to stay in the castle after the term is over. Especially after the recent tragedy, that poor The little girl died and you would have been much safer in the orphanage. To tell you the truth, the Ministry of Magic is even talking about closing the school. We don't have the slightest clue as to the source of all these unfortunate events."

"Sir, what if that man is caught, what if everything stops?"

"What do you mean?" Dippet said, his voice a little harsh, and he stood up from his chair. "Riddle, are you saying you know something about these attacks?"

"No, sir." Riddle said quickly.

"This is trying to put the blame on someone else. Who will be the unlucky one? The wizard who was expelled fifty years ago. Let me go, it can't be Hagrid. Hagrid, who likes to raise magical creatures, is the best person to put the blame on." What happened next perfectly confirmed Zhang Chen's conjecture.

Tom Riddle had long discovered that Hagrid was keeping Rubeus the giant spider in the basement of Hogwarts. He secretly followed him to uncover the whereabouts of Hagrid and the spider, and successfully made the people at Hogwarts turn their attention to little Giant.

"It's wonderful. At the age of sixteen, he was able to display Sun Tzu's art of war with such proficiency. No wonder he will be able to lead the European dark wizards to do great things in the future." Zhang Chen admired Tom's performance sincerely.

After coming out of the illusion, Zhang Chen and Harry decided to go to Ron and Hermione to share their harvest and discuss future plans. Ron was lazy in the dormitory, while Hermione was in the library looking up things from fifty years ago. the truth.

"Riddle may have picked the wrong person," Hermione said. "Maybe another monster hurt someone."

"How many monsters do you think this place can hold?" Ron asked listlessly. "We already knew that Hagrid was expelled."

Harry said distressedly, "The attacks must have stopped since Hagrid was driven away. Otherwise, Riddle would not have won the award."

"I wonder if you are all too naive?" Zhang Chen really couldn't stand Ron and Harry's IQ, so he went into battle himself. "Why do you believe in a diary but don't want to believe in Hagrid?"

"But, why would a diary lie to us?" Harry asked.

"Is this an ordinary diary? It is impossible to create such a powerful magic item without powerful magic. And he was once a prefect of Hogwarts and now should have a powerful wizard named Tom. Riddle, why can't we find this person anywhere?" Zhang Chen asked the core question. "Who is this Tom Riddle?"

"Why do we need to know who he is?" Ron was still a little silly. "We only know that it was the big spider raised by Hagrid who killed people, and the monster killings stopped after he was fired."

"No, no, no. Do you think all the teachers at Hogwarts are fools?" Zhang Chen replied easily. "He is guilty of murder. Hagrid can still be a gamekeeper at Hogwarts. He has long ago He should be imprisoned, don't tell me there are no prisons in the magical world."

"Yes, the result we are facing now is that fifty years later Hagrid is still working as a gamekeeper at Hogwarts, but Tom Riddle can't find any news. I think there must be something different about what happened back then." Hermione said as The highly intelligent representative also realized the doubts at this moment.

"Then what do we do now?" Harry and Ron were a little at a loss.

"Let's wait and see if there is any petrification incident. If so, we will ask Hagrid directly."

"Okay, that's all."

The following days became much calmer. There was no more incident of monsters hurting people. The little wizards gradually let go of their worries, and the school slowly returned to its normal and vibrant state.

What was gratifying was that Neville was the first to break through the physical training stage and successfully cultivated the true energy. When he used the true energy to fill his palms and successfully smashed a brick, he cried excitedly. Neville's success inspired Harry and Ron's enthusiasm for learning. However, as the Quidditch match with Hufflepuff was approaching, Wood required Harry to participate in training every day, causing Harry's learning progress to be gradually slowed down. Ron, who had been posting the news for two days, caught up. But overall, Zhang Chen was really surprised that the three of them were able to cultivate Qi in less than two years. They were worthy of being the sons of calamity, and they were not much faster than his cultivation speed back then. You must know that Zhang Chen At that time, he could be regarded as a once-in-a-century genius in the outer sect.

Another good news is that after half a year of hard work, Zhang Chen's Qinglian Sword Canon has also reached a higher level, reaching the critical point of the third level of foundation building. This has greatly relieved the tight pressure on his soul, and he can practice Xuan Gong. It is also more convenient, and there will no longer be the problem of losing control and going astray after practicing for a long time. This made Zhang Chen more determined to carry out self-training like an ascetic, vowing to advance the Green Lotus Sword Code to the third level before the end of the semester.

The peaceful life was broken the night before the Saturday match. When Harry, who had been practicing Quidditch perfectly, walked to the dormitory to put down his broomstick, he saw a panicked Neville Longbottom.

"Harry, I don't know who did it. I just found out." Neville looked at Harry in horror and pushed open the door.

The contents of Harry's trunk were thrown everywhere. His clothes lay crumpled on the floor. The sheets had been torn from his four-seat bed, the drawers of the bedside table had been pulled open, and their contents were scattered on the mattress.

Harry walked towards the bed with his mouth wide open, a few pages that had fallen out of Walking with Trolls under his feet.

"Riddle's diary is missing." He said in a low voice to Ron who entered the room later.

"what"

Harry turned his head towards the dormitory door, and Ron followed him out. They hurried downstairs and returned to the Gryffindor common room, which was deserted. Hermione was sitting alone, reading a book called A Simple Introduction to Ancient Runes. They walked over, called Hermione, and rushed to the Room of Requirement together.

Zhang Chen was also shocked when he heard the news. "Only Gryffindors can steal, no one else knows our password..."

"Exactly," said Harry.

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