[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Malfoy cleared his throat.

"I can understand your regret over Lockhart's death, but Malfoy, I really don't think it's a good idea to try resurrection," said Tom. "Think about the Inferi, think about the ghosts, think about the story of the Resurrection Stone. …”

"I guess I'm the one who has been living in the wizarding world." Malfoy said impatiently.

"Oh, I just thought I was probably the one who read more magic books."

So the two people stared at each other for a while. This time it was Malfoy who gave in first.

"I'm not that stupid," he reluctantly explained. "In the zodiac chart, the boundary between day and night is also the pulsation of the cycle of life and death. I just plan to use this time to temporarily conduct a soul-calling ritual using the transformation secrets of the Kabbalah school."

"In exchange for what?" Tom pressed. "You have to make it clear, Malfoy," he warned, "I will not rashly join a plan that I don't know the foundation of."

Malfoy explained hesitantly: "Uh... a magic book."

Tom began to regret following Malfoy in.

"What magic book can support the spiritual ritual? Can the scales be balanced?" Tom asked as calmly as possible, "Malfoy, magic is dangerous. I don't need to point it out to remind you, right? I don't I will host a strange ceremony, so the consequences of failure caused by an imbalance in the ceremony will never fall on me. You have to think clearly on your own."

"How many magic books have you seen?" Malfoy raised his chin, "Do you think this is the magic textbook you usually use? This is a secret book that records the secrets of death and immortality." He took it out of his robe. A dragonskin bag. Carefully unzipping the cord and showing Tom a look, it looked like a book with a black cover.

"You are quite cautious." Tom looked at Malfoy's dragon skin pocket and praised him.

"Ha, I'm not stupid." Malfoy sneered, "Those who just touch it are ignorant poor people."

Tom coughed dryly as he started to touch around in the [restricted] book section of the library.

"What secrets are recorded in it?" Tom asked curiously.

"I don't know." Malfoy replied simply, "I turned it over and it was empty. Probably only those who are destined can see the contents."

"Well," Tom began to feel that Malfoy was very unreliable again, so he asked him tactfully, "Have you heard of "The Emperor's New Clothes"?"

Malfoy: ...What is "The Emperor's New Clothes"?

Malfoy felt subtly as if he was being mocked, but he held his nerve and refused to ask.

"What do you know!" He said angrily, "Do you think you just saw something?" He raised his hand and threw the dragon skin bag over, "I'll show you a few times!"

Tom didn't even bother to care about the few verbal advantages the landlord's silly son had taken.

He bent down and picked up the dragon skin bag, without reaching out to take out the book. He just looked inside towards the light.

This style... looks more like a Muggle diary.

Tom turned the dragonskin pocket over and looked at the back cover, which bore the name of a newsagent in Vauxhall Road, London.

"Sorry, I think this is a Muggle diary." Tom said doubtfully, while his mind began to frantically recall information about the diary.

"What do you know," Malfoy said happily, "the advanced magic book can change its appearance on its own. The dark magic aura contained in this book is something I have rarely seen in my life. Even the better things in the secret room of my house cannot compare with it. Well, it must be the real thing."

Black magic...diary...

Tom tried to open the book through the bag and asked him thoughtfully: "So... who told you its true identity?"

Malfoy's smile faltered.

"None of your business," he said stiffly.

"Oh..." Tom finally struggled to open the diary through the bag to the side he wanted to see, and then he gently tightened the rope at the top.

"Perhaps you would like to tell me where this diary came from?" Tom asked, holding the thin notebook through the bag without returning it to Malfoy.

"Are you going to be nosy again, Locke?" Malfoy noticed the change in the atmosphere, and his attitude became colder. "Don't forget, we are helping you solve your problem now."

"Speaking of which, dear friend Malfoy," Tom disgusted him unceremoniously, "I really don't see you risking expulsion by going to the Headmaster's office to steal a confiscated contraband book. , where exactly did you help me a lot?"

"The fact that it is stored in the headmaster's office proves that it is genuine." Malfoy replied selectively.

"Then who hinted at the secret of this diary? Who was hiding behind your back to instigate you and seduce you?" Tom asked him seriously, "I bumped into you by chance on the eighth floor that day, and you lamely tried to provoke me into going there. Investigating your secrets—I don’t believe you didn’t notice something was wrong.”

"Do you know exactly what you are doing? Malfoy, it's not too late to stop now."

Malfoy was silent for a moment.

"I didn't mean to kill anyone," he said, "but Lockhart is dead."

"Let's start from the beginning." Malfoy looked at the sky through the high window on the wall. "It's still early." He walked to the side and took out a tattered small bench in disgust and sat down.

"Ever since I learned about the Room of Requirement, I couldn't help but come up and try it." Malfoy said, "Then, by chance, I discovered something - don't ask me, I can't tell, mention it. It was noticed by it. In short, it is a very valuable thing, and I gained a lot of useful knowledge based on it, such as I knew Slytherin’s Chamber of Secrets.”

"And you couldn't help it?"

"Come on," Malfoy argued, blushing, "if there was an opportunity for you to become the heir of Gryffindor, wouldn't you let it go easily?"

"Ah, well, I would rather be the unique me than the heir of so-and-so." Tom said.

"Hmph." Malfoy obviously regarded this as empty talk about sour grapes.

"Then you found out there was a basilisk in the secret room and just let it out and wander around?"

"It's not just wandering around! Slytherin kept it underground for more than a thousand years, how pitiful! When I fed it for the first time, it ate three lambs in one go, as if it had never eaten anything good. They... used to live by eating rats! Slytherin's basilisk actually lived by eating rats!" Malfoy's eyes turned red as he spoke, "If I hadn't witnessed this with my own eyes, who would have believed it."

"Ah, judging from its size, it's probably just a rat. Calm down, Malfoy."

"That's not okay!" Malfoy glared at him, "It has been locked up for too long, so I let it out for a walk. I also made a promise with it not to hurt others."

"You don't have Slytherin blood in your family? Otherwise, I would have suspected you from the beginning."

"But it's not difficult to learn a few words of Parseltongue," said Malfoy beamingly. "A few of the simplest ones are fine." He cleared his throat and made a strange hissing sound.

"Okay," Tom watched with interest as Malfoy showed off for a while, "but obviously, some unexpected things happened to the basilisk during its walk, such as Mrs. Norris."

"...That was an accident." Malfoy said reluctantly, and his interest dropped again, "And it has been locked up for a long time. After it can come out for a walk, it is not willing to go back. After all, I am not a real snake whisperer. Or, I can't control it until before Christmas..." A trace of gloom flashed across his face.

Tom continued thoughtfully: "After you realized that things were starting to get out of control, you told your father. Mr. Malfoy was obviously very anxious and couldn't wait to pick a scapegoat for you. In order to make it easier for you to clean up, you Christmas You chose to stay in school, and he thoughtfully sent away Principal Dumbledore for you."

"I went to great lengths to lure it back to its nest with food - who knew the nearly headless ghost would be there."

"What about after the Christmas holidays?" Tom asked slowly, "Why did you attack Hermione? Because she knew too much and she had already guessed that it was a basilisk...so you decided to use it one last time. Let her shut up forever..."

"That's not the case! I didn't want to kill anyone!" Malfoy shouted, "I just, I just wanted to let it go!"

"I know that the meddlesome Miss Know-It-All discovered the identity of the basilisk," Malfoy said through gritted teeth. "They never lower their voices when discussing things. As long as they send a little money, they can easily know the progress of your investigation. I I know that once she tells you, you, the accuser, will definitely report it to the professor. Will the basilisk still be alive at that time? I just want to let it go! I told it to run!"

"Then things spiraled further out of control," Tom pointed out calmly.

"…Yes," Malfoy admitted reluctantly, "and then things got completely out of control."