Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

The door opened, and a little red-haired head popped out. Ginny took a look inside, walked in and closed the door.

"Professor Morris, you are looking for me."

"Yes, please sit down, Miss Weasley, don't be nervous."

With a wave of Gray's wand, two cups were placed neatly on the table, and steaming tea was poured into them.

"I saw the paper you wrote, it's very good." Gray nodded, "I'm very pleased to see someone taking the study of spar so seriously."

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor." Ginny smiled.

"I heard from Percy that you are very serious and have read a lot of books other than textbooks." Gray smiled, "Very good... very good, you are easy to learn."

"Yes...I will read some other books." Ginny responded, but she didn't quite understand why she said this.

"Of course it is good for you to read more books, but the prerequisite is to read the right books, so that the contents of the books can be deeply rooted in people's hearts." Gray paused, observing Ginny's reaction at any time, "You know what? Miss Weasley , there are many people who accidentally get the wrong book in order to satisfy their own desires, which leads them to make mistakes, bring trouble to the people around them, and finally pay the price themselves."

Gray looked at Ginny's confused expression, looking like she didn't understand.

"Wrong books are usually cast with black magic. They can peer into people's hearts and control them step by step through constant communication, making them become depraved, greedy, selfish, and cold. Being manipulated step by step, they become adults. If you become a puppet, you will eventually perish. The only way to get rid of it is to destroy the black magic, control yourself, and get out of it in time, even if you ask professors or friends for help."

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"I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't understand what you said." Ginny said, "Did you think I read some books that were enchanted with dark magic?"

"Uh..." Gray looked at Ginny. He had spoken directly enough. This was not the reaction Ginny should have. "No... I was just telling you a story. I was worried that you would come across something bad when you were reading. , so I’ll let you know in advance.”

Ginny nodded hesitantly: "Okay...Professor."

"When you get a book, even if it is blank, you must learn to judge whether it contains dark magic. You must also learn to judge for yourself, Miss Weasley."

……

Ginny reacted as if nothing had anything to do with her.Could it be that Ginny's addiction to the diary has become less and less due to her brothers' concern?Or did Ginny throw away the diary?

Was the diary thrown away?Where was it thrown?Was it picked up?Who picked it up?

If she left it in the women's bathroom now, she would probably be discovered by the trio who were hiding there these days brewing polyjuice potion.

Gray looked up the second-year Gryffindor class timetable. One afternoon he didn't have class, but Harry and the others had to take Transfiguration class.

So that afternoon, while they were in class, Gray sneaked into Myrtle's girls' bathroom. He ignored the big sign with the word "Out of Order" and opened the door.

I feel a little uncomfortable. It always feels weird when a boy enters the women's washroom...

As soon as he entered, he heard a gurgling sound in the toilet cubicle at the end.

"Myrtle, are you there?"

The ghost of a short, chubby girl floated out of the single room. Her melancholy and gloomy face was half covered by her long, straight hair and thick, pearl-colored glasses.

"Who are you? This is the women's bathroom!" Myrtle cried, "You all want to tease me, don't you? There have been two boys running in again and again, and now here comes another one! I am a girl! Even though I am dead Yes! But you have to respect me!"

After saying that, she started to cry loudly, and with the loud and shrill cry, she flew around in the air. The three-dimensional surround sound made Gray's ears hurt.

"I'm here to ask you something! Myrtle!" Gray picked his ears.

"What are you asking?" She stopped crying immediately and tilted her head and looked at Gray suspiciously.

"Have you ever been hit by a black diary? Or have you ever seen a little red-haired girl come?"

"Been hit? Are you trying to hit me with something?" Myrtle cried loudly again.

Why can't she grasp the point?

"No...I mean...Dear Myrtle, did you see a black diary? Or a little red-haired girl?"

"Oh - I'll be happy to answer." Myrtle stopped crying again and looked very happy when someone called her dear Myrtle. "I didn't see it, but I have seen a boy with red hair. He often If you come to the women's bathroom, you should be considered a girl, right?"

Isn't that Ron?

"By the way, has anyone asked you how you died recently?"

"Of course!" Myrtle's whole demeanor suddenly became energetic, "It's Harry. He is a little boy with black hair. He is with the red-haired 'girl' I just mentioned, and there is a girl with messy hair. Girls. The three of them come here often, you see-"

Myrtle pointed to one of the private rooms: "What are they brewing in here? It smells terrible—I guess, because I can't smell it."

"Well...thank you, Myrtle."

"Oh - you're welcome." Myrtle nodded shyly, "Then, are you willing to listen to me tell you how you died?"

"Well... I'd like to hear the details."

"I died in this single room. At that time, Olive Humbe laughed at me for wearing glasses like a four-eyed dog, so I hid here. I locked the door and cried inside, and suddenly I heard someone coming in. They It was funny. I thought it must be in another language. But what annoyed me the most was that I heard a boy's voice talking. So I opened the door and told him to go away and go to my boys' room. , and then—I died.”

"It's very exciting... Then did you tell Harry anything else? For example, what did you see before you died and where did you see it."

"Yes, they asked me too! I just remember seeing a pair of scary big yellow eyes. My whole body seemed to be grabbed, and then I floated away..." Myrtle pointed vaguely Pointing to the pool behind Gray, "Probably there. So many people are curious about my death, I'm so happy——"

"Besides the three of them, have you seen anyone else here?"

"Of course!"

"Of course? Who?"

"A boy with brown hair... white hair..." Myrtle flew in front of Gray and looked at him carefully.

"Okay! Thank you very much for sharing, Myrtle." Gray thought Myrtle was talking about him.

"You're welcome." Myrtle lowered her head shyly and scratched her hair, "You will come to see me often in the future, right? What's your name?"

"……what?"

"Aren't you willing?" Myrtle looked at Gray aggrievedly.

Myrtle was about to cry again.

"My name is Maurice!" Gray forced a smile, "Promise me not to tell others about my visit, okay?"

"Of course! I understand, secret date!"

"What?" Gray looked at her in surprise, "A date?!"