[hp]Hogwarts Eastern Exchange Student

The words I wrote gradually disappeared, and a sentence emerged from the parchment.

‘Hi, spirited boy. MynameisTomMarvoloRiddle.’

Looking at the crooked words "Spiritual Boy" on the parchment, I smiled mischievously.

The next day's History of Magic was another drowsy lesson. Nora couldn't hold on anymore and lay on the table. She put the book up to block herself, and she didn't forget to tell me: "Remember to call me after class."

I'm very sleepy too!

I looked back and saw Draco and Blaise already lying on the table. Pansy and Daphne on the right were leaning on their heads and falling asleep. Not to mention Crabbe and Goyle, they had already started at Professor Binns. He fell asleep the moment he spoke.

You really can’t rely on anyone! In the end, I had to call them after class!

I had nothing to do, so I took out Tom's little diary and planned to chat and refresh myself.

'Hey Tom, History of Magic is so boring today. ’

Not long after I put down my pen, Tom answered me, 'Oh, indeed, this course is so boring no matter who teaches it. ’

‘Look at your name, are you Chinese? ' asked Tom.

'Of course, I'm an exchange student at Hogwarts. ’ I picked up the pen and answered slowly.

‘You must be very uncomfortable in a foreign country. You can chat with me more in the future. I am very willing to help you. ’

"Ouch!" The trouble-making smile on my face became even brighter. Since you said so, I can't refuse you.

'Really! Very good. I don’t have many friends in this school. Can I chat with you often in the future? ’

'It's my pleasure. ’ The writing in the diary gradually faded away, and another sentence appeared. ‘Can I call you boy? ’

I slowly typed out one?

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..." I laughed out loud.

"Why are you giggling?" Nora muttered, changed the direction and continued to sleep.

Seeing that Nora fell asleep again, I picked up the quill, suppressed a smile, and answered him tremblingly.

'Of course, Tom. ’

Fortunately, I was smart and didn't reveal my real name. Otherwise, what would the noseless bald man do if he remembered to hate me?

I happily picked up the pen and continued chatting with him.

‘Tom! Do you know what thunder is? ’

‘Thunder? what does that mean. ’

‘Oh, it would be great if this diary could produce voice, otherwise I would explain it to you. ’

The diary did not reply further. Five minutes later, a sentence appeared on it.

'do you want to meet me? ’

I slowly typed out three? ? ?

You are too anxious, online dating has to go through a process. Could it be that after Ginny dumped you, you were so dissatisfied that you wanted to hook up with me to replace her?

‘I don’t want to see you, I’m very shy’ I wrote expressionlessly.

‘Well, I actually like you very much, but I respect your choice and I will always wait for you. ’

Oh my god, you still have such an infatuated character.

My brain uncontrollably thought of a bald man without a nose saying this to me.

vomit.

This picture is too cold! I picked up the quill and wrote seriously: 'Tom, promise me, you must protect your nose and hair, okay? ’

'……good'

I drew a smiley face on my diary with satisfaction.

A lesson on the history of magic passed while Tom and I were chatting.

"Get up, get up, get out of class is over, get out of class is over." I woke up the bully squad one by one.

Draco stretched out in his seat, "If this class wasn't so boring, I wouldn't have fallen asleep."

Yes, yes, I don’t blame you, it was the history of magic that made the first move.

"I'm going to starve to death. Are there no classes in the afternoon?" Pansy came over and stamped her feet impatiently, "I swear I will never take this course next year."

Professor Binns floated over when no one was paying attention, and said leisurely: "Miss Parkinson, I will be sad if you say that."

Pansy, who was caught by the real owner: "..."

We, who are watching the fun: "..."

"I don't think I can even get an A in History of Magic." Pansy scratched her hair irritably, lowering her head and kicking the stones on the ground.

"You couldn't get it originally." Blaise quietly added next to him.

"Brace Zabini!!!" Pan Xiaoxi roared angrily and chased Blaise through the corridor.

It's nice to be young. A sigh from eighteen-year-old Miss Lin Sansan.

"Childish." Draco frowned at the two of them and said with some disgust, "They don't look like nobles now."

I looked at the two chasing and fighting with a smile, and sighed: "This is youth, the vitality of young people."

Draco looked at me with a strange look in his eyes, "You know what? You sound like Dumbledore now. Can you stop looking at us with kind eyes all the time? Aren't we the same age?"

I smiled and said nothing, still looking at him kindly.

Draco "..." Very good, your smile reminds me of my mother.

The Bully Team walked towards the auditorium. There were not many people in the auditorium. The four tables were sparsely occupied by people from different houses. Only the Slytherin students were relatively close together.

"Susu!" Hermione waved to me while sitting on the long table, with Harry and Ron sitting next to her.

I was surprised and wanted to walk towards Hermione, but Draco grabbed my wrist as soon as I took a step.

"Draco" I looked at him helplessly, "I——"

Draco interrupted me and said uncomfortably, "Come back soon." He let go of my hand and sat with the others on the Slytherin side.

!!!

Has the sun come out in the west? I thought he would reprimand me as before about being friends with Gryffindors.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked worriedly when he saw me walking over in a daze.

Did Malfoy say something nasty again?

"He actually asked me to come back early!" I looked in disbelief.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron all looked like [Did he take the wrong medicine? 】

"Forget it, leave him alone" What if he fell asleep in class. I touched Hermione's curly hair and said, "Congratulations on being discharged from the hospital."

"Thank you!" Hermione said happily. "By the way, I heard from Ron that you picked up a diary, right? Can you show it to me?"

I nodded, took out the diary from my arms and handed it to Hermione.

"Oh! There may be a spell hidden in it!" Hermione excitedly took the diary and looked through it carefully.

There is no spell, but there is Harry's father-killing enemy in it.

"I don't understand why you don't agree to throw it away" Ron said disapprovingly as he looked at Harry and me.

"I wish I knew why someone would want to throw it away," said Harry. "Aren't you curious? Why someone would throw an old diary into the bathroom."

"I'm really not curious." Ron muttered quietly.

"Does this diary have a name on it - Tom Riddle?" Hermione touched the gilded name on it, "Who is Tom Riddle?"

Ron frowned and thought, and said affirmatively: "I swear I definitely know this name. Where did I know it - Oh! Yes! Riddle won the Special Contribution Award fifty years ago!" He leaned over carefully. , staring at the diary, "I remember that day when I was doing detention for Filch, I wiped fifty trophies, and Riddle's trophy was among them! I still remember that I burped and spit slugs into his It’s in the trophy.”

Ron said indignantly, "If you spent a whole hour wiping the slime off it, you'd remember the name too."

"Then why didn't he write a word on it?" Hermione looked at the diary, "It's blank, nothing was recorded."

"I'd rather know how he got the Special Contribution Award." Harry said.

Of course it's the award for slandering Hagrid. I replied mentally as I drank my pumpkin juice.

"Then will he know how the Chamber of Secrets was opened? After all, Malfoy said that the Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty years ago." Hermione took out her wand and tapped the diary three times, "Reveal quickly."

The diary is unresponsive.

"Forget it, that's not how it's used." I took the diary and took out a quill and wrote in the diary:

‘The key that hides the power of darkness, please show your true power in front of me. The spiritual guy who made an agreement with you orders you: the seal is lifted! ’

The writing seeped into the paper and disappeared from the surface.

"What's going on?" Hermione looked at the diary in surprise. The diary was clean with no traces at all.

After a while, a big message appeared on the diary?

I looked at it funny and showed the question mark to them, "As you can see, he is a chatty diary."

"It's amazing!" Harry took the diary and flipped through it over and over again.

"Can you answer everything?" Ron took it excitedly and wrote in the diary, "Are Dumbledore and McGonagall a couple?" ’

"You are so bold..." I didn't know what expression to put on when I looked at him.

Harry and Hermione were also speechless.

'Of course not' the diary answered him.

The next question asked Hermione, 'How much mushroom grass should be added when brewing the repair potion? ’

'two slices'

Hermione looked at the answer thoughtfully, "I'll try to put two slices next time. I usually put three slices. No wonder the color is a little different."

"It's my turn, it's my turn!" Harry grabbed the diary.

‘The thesis topic in History of Magic is the evolution of history, how should I write it? ’

‘It’s a plus point to rewrite the period of the Elf campaign. ’

"It really can answer everything," Harry sighed.

Can you answer anything? Not necessarily.

I calmly took the diary and started writing.

‘Suppose the fixed cost is 20 galleons when producing Q units of a certain commodity every day, and the marginal cost is C (Q) = 0.4Q + 2. Find the total cost function C (Q). If the sales unit of this product is 18 galleons, and all the products can be sold, the total profit is L (Q), and how many units can be produced per day to obtain greater profits? ’

Harry "..."

Hermione "..."

Ron "..."

The diary did not reply to me for a long time.

"Don't be too arrogant in your work." I took a sip of pumpkin juice to hide my merit and fame.