The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

The heavy snow before Christmas covered Hogwarts, but the restaurant here was very lively, decorated in four colors of red, yellow, blue and green, and small fireworks and firecrackers could be seen everywhere.

"Mr. Weasley," Ricardo's voice sounded behind George and Fred, "If you don't want my last deduction of points this year to be used on you, then please stop."

"Hey," the Weasley twins turned around and hid the firecrackers in their hands, "I just want to improve this thing a little bit. After all, this thing really doesn't have enough firepower..."

"Yes, Professor Silva," the white-bearded old principal popped out of nowhere, holding a book, "It's not a big deal that Gryffindor likes this kind of thing..."

"Are you playing this kind of thing in the castle to test the strength of the castle?" Ricardo pursed his lips and smiled, "But since it was the principal who said it, I'm embarrassed to interfere. You can go."

The Weasley twins looked at each other, as if they heard something they shouldn't have heard...

They hurriedly ran away, leaving the two of them alone.

"Principal... I feel rejuvenated again," Ricardo said to himself, "But... you haven't spoken to me much for half a semester. It's really strange."

"Have I told you a lot before?" Principal Whitebeard had a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"No, not much," Ricardo smiled and stretched, "But this year you... seem to have much less control over Hogwarts."

"...Maybe." The person in front of him was silent for a while before replying.

"Forget it, why are you talking so much?" Ricardo nodded thoughtfully, "By the way, next year's Duel Club will be in trouble. I really want to fight the first white wizard. Know your own level.”

He bowed and then slowly walked out of the castle.

The old man with the white beard stood there for a long time and suddenly smiled.

"Our Hogwarts...is really not an ordinary peaceful place."

"Sooner or later," a voice sounded from the book in his hand, "basically all the unstable factors in the world have been gathered here."

"But, now..."

"They can only be regarded as magic wands, and in the end what we have to fight is the wizard who makes the wand perform magic-maybe, not just the wizard."

"Okay... I believe that you have a deep meaning in doing this. By the way, that little boy seems to be quite powerful? I felt a very similar sense of oppression to you in him." He looked at it Books, asked.

"It's not bad," the voice was calm, with a majestic confidence, "and I'm not afraid of being surpassed; on the contrary, I am still in this position, which is extremely disappointing to me."

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"here!"

As soon as Ricardo walked out of the Ministry of Magic, he heard a familiar voice coming from a distance.

He naturally saw Furong running towards her, and the light in her eyes suddenly penetrated into his eyes, so clear that she seemed to be filled with joy.

"Long time no see, Fleur." Even he was slightly distracted by the smile, and then said hello.

"I've finished my homework! Including the ones you assigned me! I've generally passed the practice! At least, now I can compete on par with a trainee Auror! In addition, I have memorized all the Auror spells that must be memorized!"

Without waiting for Ricardo to say anything else, the little girl quickly said all the things she had accomplished in the past six months, like she was pouring beans into a bamboo tube, and then looked at him with a smile and expectation in her eyes.

Ricardo was just about to pretend to be a teacher, and stretched out his hand to knock Furong on the forehead. It can be seen that when he looked into the blue eyes, his tone softened involuntarily, and the knock he originally prepared turned into a touch: "It's amazing. .”

The girl's smile instantly rose from the corner of her mouth. The purity and beauty of the world seemed to bloom at this moment. Waves of light and soft fragrance entered her nose, making her feel relaxed and happy.

"I think so!"

Ricardo had an indescribable feeling. Although it was cold winter, a piece of ice seemed to melt in his heart, revealing a small piece of softness.

"Okay," he nodded, "How old are you to still like to act like a spoiled brat? It's true."

He didn't even know how much doting was in his tone.

But Furong heard it clearly, smiled and said nothing, but moved closer intentionally or unintentionally.

"Are you still going to stay there?" she asked. "I remember that the pub was packed this Christmas."

What she didn't say was that the last few rooms were reserved by her mother - not because of her!

"By the way, I still have..."

"No need," Ricardo didn't hear Fleur's crazy hint and touched the little girl's head, "I have a lot of things to do for Christmas this year."

"What is it? Do you want to do it day and night?"

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"Are you crazy?" Ron said. "It could be dangerous."

"Danger?" Harry said and laughed, "Stop talking nonsense, how can it be dangerous?"

"You'd be surprised," said Ron, looking at the book with fear. "My dad told me that one of the books confiscated by the Ministry of Magic will burn your eyes out. Anyone who reads The man who wrote "The Wizard's Sonnets" will spend his whole life talking only in limericks. An old wizard in Bath has a book that you can never put down once you read it! You read it everywhere you go. With my face buried in my book, I had to learn to do everything with one hand. And—"

"Okay, I got it," Harry said.

The little book lay on the floor, wet and blurry.

"But we won't know until we read it." He said, lowering his head and walking around Ron, picking up the book from the floor.

Harry could tell at a glance that it was a diary, and the faded date on the cover indicated that it was from fifty years ago.Ha He eagerly opened it, and on the first page, he could only make out a name written in blurry ink: Tom Riddle.

"Wait a minute." Ron said, "I know this name... Riddle won the award for special contributions to the school 50 years ago." He had already cautiously moved forward and looked at the diary from behind Harry.

"How did you know?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Because Filch punished me with detention in school and asked me to clean his medal, I did it about fifty times." Ron said angrily, "I got slugs on it when I burped that day. I have to clean it." They wipe clean. If you spend a full hour wiping the slime off a name, you'll remember that name too."

Harry tore open the damp pages.Page after page is completely blank, without any trace of writing, not even the words "Aunt Mabel's birthday" or "03:30 dentist appointment".

"He didn't write a word," Harry said disappointedly.

"I don't understand why anyone would throw it away," Ron said curiously.

Harry turned to the back cover and saw printed on it the name of a newsagent in Vauxhall Road, London.

"Riddle must be a Muggle," Harry said thoughtfully, "that's why he bought the diary on Vauxhall Road..."

"Well, it won't be of much use to you anyway," said Ron, lowering his voice. "If you can hit Myrtle in the nose with it, you'll get fifty points."

However, Harry put the diary in his pocket.

In early February, Hermione was discharged from the hospital. Her whiskers were gone, her tail was gone, and her cat hair was gone.On the first night she returned to Gryffindor Castle, Harry showed her Tom Riddle's diary and told her exactly how they found the diary.

"Oh, there might be a spell hidden in it." Hermione said excitedly, taking the diary and looking at it carefully.

"If that's the case, it's well hidden," said Ron. "Maybe it's just too embarrassed to be seen. I don't understand why you don't throw it away, Harry."

"I'd like to know why someone would want to throw it away," Harry said. "Also, I'd also like to know how Riddle got the Special Contribution to Hogwarts Award."

"Anything is possible," said Ron, "Maybe he caught thirty owls, or rescued a teacher from the claws of a giant squid. Maybe he murdered Myrtle, that must have made everyone feel All you wish for..."

But Harry saw the focused look on Hermione's face and knew that she was thinking the same thing as him.