[hp]Hogwarts Eastern Exchange Student

Hermione spent several weeks in a hospital ward, where everyone thought she had been attacked. So students lined up to the hospital room to catch a glimpse of her. Madam Pomfrey had to take out her curtains again and hang them around Hermione's bed to hide her furry face from view and avoid embarrassment.

"Hermione, take your hands off, Susu already knows this." Ron advised her to give up covering her face.

Harry and I were sitting next to Hermione's bed. The cabinet was filled with visiting gifts from Gryffindor, piled up like a mountain.

"You are so brave, you actually studied such a difficult potion and drank it without hesitation! You are really Gryffindors." I scolded the three of them speechlessly.

Harry touched his nose in embarrassment and said nonchalantly, "We didn't think too much about it, and we have to thank you for not exposing us."

"Harry is right, we want to thank you properly." Hermione put her hand down. The hair on her face had disappeared, but the beard still grew around her mouth. The ears on the head and the tail behind the back were still there, flicking to attract Ron's attention.

I waved my hand and said, "We are all friends, so thank you. By the way, have you found the truth?" I looked at the ears on top of Hermione's head, feeling a little anxious.

Cute, want to touch.

"We only know that Malfoy is not the heir of Slytherin." As soon as Ron put his hand on Hermione's head, Hermione hit him.

"We don't even know what the monster in the Chamber of Secrets is." Harry said frustratedly.

I patted Harry's shoulder comfortingly and said nothing.

How can I reveal some information to them?

Ron seemed to have thought of something, but he looked at Harry and Hermione's faces as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Seeing Ron's expression hesitant to speak, I looked at him a little doubtfully, "Ron, do you want to say something?"

Ron lowered his head and didn't dare to look at anyone, especially Harry. After taking a few deep breaths, he finally asked, "Susu, why can you and Harry hear strange sounds."

! ! ! I forgot about this!

"Ron!" Harry called him angrily.

"There are just four of us here, Harry." Ron looked up at Harry, "Aren't you really curious about what that sound is? Why someone was petrified after you heard that sound? Don't you want to find out Is it the truth?"

Ron whispered a little aggrievedly, "I heard others say that if this happens again, the school will be closed."

Harry fell silent, frowning not knowing what he was thinking.

"Sorry Susu, we don't want to involve you either. But we really want to figure out why only you and Harry can hear the strange noises. This may be the key to the matter." Hermione looked at me pleadingly.

What should I say? Should I just tell him that the person in the secret room is a basilisk and kill whoever he stares at?

"Well, I don't know what that sound is. But, since Harry can hear it but others can't, we might as well think about what abilities Harry has? Or what abilities does he have more than us?" I answered slowly. She was afraid of spoilers.

Hermione and the others looked at each other in horror and replied in unison, "Parseltongue!"

Ron thought about it but still felt something was wrong, "Harry knows Parseltongue, so why can you hear it too?"

Blind student, you found Huadian!

"Ahem," I cleared my throat, "Have you ever heard of the legend of Nuwa?"

The three people looked at each other and shook their heads at me.

Then I started a five-minute [Little Class on Eastern Mythology].

"So, you are a descendant of snakes?" Ron opened his mouth and looked at me in horror.

"Nu Wa is half snake, okay?" I corrected him, "So I can only hear what he is saying, but I can't speak snake language."

Harry looked at me with a complicated expression, "So, I am really a descendant of Slytherin - and a pure snake!"

"..." Sorry, I was talking too enthusiastically and forgot that there is a person here who can speak snake language.

Harry looked shocked now. He now wanted to go to Dumbledore and ask Dumbledore to take him to look through the Potter family tree.

"Harry, although I don't know why you can speak Parsell, but I have calculated your face and found that you are not a descendant of Slytherin." I looked at Harry's glasses and made a serious face, trying to make myself more convincing. force.

"Physiology? Is it an Eastern fortune-telling thing?" Hermione became interested and leaned towards me, "Can you show me?"

From 8 onwards, I really didn’t listen well in class. I skipped several facetology and palmistry classes, and the on-site fortune telling was really annoying.

But—I know the original work!

I looked at Hermione's little face, pinched it with my hands, and asked with a smile, "Does it depend on marriage? I figured it out."

Hermione blushed, shrank back, and muttered uncomfortably, "Forget it, I don't want to know about my marriage."

"Look at me, look at me!" Ron squeezed over and put his face in front of me.

"Just talk, why are you so close?" Harry slapped him back.

I looked at Ron and then at Hermione. He raised his head and said inscrutably: "The marriage lines between you and Hermione overlap."

???

Harry was stunned.

Ron was confused.

Hermione blushed even more.

"What does this mean?" Ron glanced at Hermione in confusion.

"You will become family, that's all I can say." I spread my hands innocently.

Do you still want me to tell you that you two will get married in the future?

"I understand," Ron nodded thoughtfully, "That is to say - Hermione might marry George or Fred? Or Percy? So she is my sister-in-law and becomes my relative. Already?"

……

I really overestimate your IQ.

"Ahem, Susu probably didn't mean that." Harry couldn't bear to stare and looked away.

"Don't worry, I would rather be Harry's sister-in-law than marry your brother." Hermione said through gritted teeth.

"Are you going to marry Dudley???" Harry turned his head and looked at her in horror.

Shut up Harry, I can already hear Hermione grinding her teeth.

I quickly stuffed a candy into Hermione's mouth, stroked her hair, and tried my best to suppress her anger. "I understand, I understand. Boys are like this. Murder is against the law. Murder is against the law."

Hermione bit the candy hard, and the sound of the hard candy crushing was particularly clear in the empty hospital wing.

"Uh - Hermione, don't get excited, that's not what I meant. After all, my only brother is Dudley, and you just -"

"Shut up, Harry." I really can't control Hermione if you talk anymore.

Harry closed his mouth in frustration.

When it was time for Hermione to take her evening medicine, Madam Pomfrey drove us away with the medicine, so we had to say goodbye to Hermione and leave.

"Oh God!" Ron suddenly exclaimed, startling both of us.

"what happened?"

"I actually forgot to ask Hermione how many rat tails should be added to the hair growth potion!" Ron regretted.

……

"Three." I said speechlessly, "Why don't you ask me? I'm pretty good at potions."

At this time, a person suddenly shouted angrily from upstairs.

"It's Filch," Harry whispered.

We walked up the stairs quietly, hiding where others could not see. "Do you think someone will be attacked again?" Ron was extremely nervous.

"You're causing me trouble again! You've been procrastinating all night, as if I don't have enough work to do! No! I'm going to find Dumbledore!" Filch's footsteps gradually faded away. There were violent slamming of doors everywhere.

We poked our heads out curiously, and a large puddle of water spread across the entire corridor. It seemed that water was still pouring out from under the bathroom door. A woman's shrill screams echoed around the walls of the bathroom.

Listening to such a miserable cry, I shuddered and subconsciously wanted to take out the peach wood sword.

Harry and Ron walked straight in, and I had no choice but to follow them.

A transparent ghost was seen sitting in front of the window. The light in the bathroom was dim because the water on the floor extinguished the candles and made the walls and floor damp.

"What's going on Myrtle?" Harry asked.

"Are you here to hit me with things too?" Myrtle said miserably.

"Why are we throwing things at you?" Harry walked towards her.

"Don't ask me!" Myrtle shouted. Another larger stream of water spurted out, splashing on the already soaked floor, "I was staying here well, thinking about death, and suddenly a book fell on me."

"But you can't feel it at all -" Ron said nonchalantly.

I quickly tugged on his sleeve and touched the ring with my other hand to get the talisman paper.

What if you make her angry and turn her into a ghost?

Ron said the wrong thing, and Myrtle suddenly inflated herself and screamed, "Let everyone hit Myrtle, because she can't feel it at all! If you hit her stomach with a book, ten points! If Fifty points for hitting her head! Nice, haha! What a cute game!"

Hong Kong, she is indeed miserable.

I looked in her direction and saw a small, thin, tattered black cover. Like everything in the bathroom, it was completely soaked. Harry stepped forward to pick it up, but Ron stopped him.

"It could be dangerous!" said Ron.

"What dangers could there be in a diary?" Harry laughed.

I got the diary into my hands before Harry did.

Mother! I touched a Horcrux! Rounding touched Voldemort's nose!

It doesn't have the spooky feeling unique to Horcruxes, it just looks like an ordinary diary.

"Susu, is there anything written on it?" Ron asked me eagerly.

"Well, the date above is from fifty years ago, and the owner of the diary is named - Tom Riddle."

"I seem to have seen this name somewhere..." Ron lowered his head and thought.

"Can I take this diary back?" I said to them suddenly.

Mainly, I really want to experience what it feels like to have a diary that can communicate.

"I think it doesn't look very comfortable. I want to take it back and, um, shine a light on it." I asked for their opinions, "I'll give it to you to study later, okay?"

"Of course, but what does consecration mean?" Harry asked curiously.

"It's just a ritual, probably a bit like asking for blessings from the gods."

"Then, be safe."

I returned to the cellar with my diary.

"What are you holding?" Draco looked familiar at the diary in my arms.

Seems like I've seen...

"An old diary, a gift from Hermione."

"It must be a Muggle thing. Please don't bring this kind of thing to the Slytherin lounge in the future, okay." Draco said with disgust.

I knew this was your reaction.

I walked to the bedroom without looking back.

Fortunately, what I'm talking about is Hermione's stuff. If it was given to Harry, he would definitely grab it and take a look.

"Have you just come back? How is Granger?" Seeing me coming back in such a hurry, Nora quickly poured me a glass of water.

"She's fine. She'll be discharged from the hospital in a few days." I drank more than half a glass of water.

"What is this? Granger's notes?" Nora took out the diary from my arms and flipped through it, "Why isn't there a single word? It's still so shabby."

"You don't understand," I took the diary, "this nostalgic style is popular nowadays. I bought this one to record the history of magic. The diary written fifty years ago was so atmospheric." I have never lied. There is no draft, it comes straight from the mouth, and the logic is clear.

"Then you really have a sense of ritual." Nora twitched her lips, "You can rest, I'm going out to play Landlords with Pansy and the others."

"Go ahead, go ahead." I said goodbye to her with a smile.

After Nora left, I solemnly opened the diary and took out the quill. I imitated Harry and wrote a self-introduction:

Mynameis

Spiritual guy.