[HP]Love and Hogwarts

September 1st, in King's Cross Station, London.

Kahn arrived early at 9 o'clock in the morning. With the experience of the previous year, she skillfully and quickly passed through the partition wall between the ninth and tenth platforms this time, crossed the sparse crowd, and entered the Hogwarts Express. She chose a good seat by the window on the train and sat down. She decided to enjoy the journey to Hogwarts alone this year, instead of being burdened with so many things like last year.

As soon as eleven o'clock arrived, the train blew its whistle on time and headed towards Hogwarts. Malfoy, Fred, and George sent paper cranes one after another asking where she was and to come and join her. She refused on the grounds that the carriage was already full, which was true. She was surrounded by three first-year students, all of whom couldn't find a seat in the front carriage and came to ask her if they could sit together.

But fortunately, they were all quite quiet. Apart from occasionally blushing and peeking at her with expectant eyes, they only exchanged names with her, and then sat down in their respective seats to rest.

Halfway through the journey, Fred sent another paper crane and asked her if she had seen Ron and Harry on the train. She replied that she had not, and she had no idea what they were doing.

Looking at the large grassland and sheep outside the train, Kahn closed his eyes and took a nap. When he woke up, the sky was orange and it was already dusk, and he could see some familiar scenes gradually appearing outside the train window.

After casually reminding the three freshmen to change into wizard robes, she took out a water glass from her robe pocket and replenished their fluids. She missed Teacher Quirrell a little. She should have asked him to cast the Seamless Stretching Charm on something that could be used for a long time, so that she would not have to part with an entire wizard's robe just because of a pocket.

It's too late to tell now. It's impossible for other professors to risk breaking the law and recast the Invisible Stretching Curse on her. If she made this request to Professor Snape, he would probably target the target with the Invisible Stretching Curse. Pick her brain and make her pull things out of her ears - maybe she should learn the spell herself.

She rummaged through her pocket again, trying to find something to fill her stomach and pass the time, but unfortunately she found nothing. The little candy in her pocket had been eaten long ago, and even the handful of cheap jackfruit given by the clerk at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore I ate all the sugar.

After flipping through it for a long time, she only found a strange black notebook with a torn cover. Seeing this, she suddenly remembered that she had brought this back from Diagon Alley.

It was this notebook that flew up from the first floor. The hard corner of the book directly hit her head and caused bleeding. She fainted on the spot. Unluckily, she also knocked over the bookshelf next to her. She was buried under the books for several hours before she was kindly removed. The clerk found out.

It has been a month since that day, and the injury on her forehead has long since healed, leaving no trace. However, the notebook that damaged her was damaged, but the clerk decided that it was not from their store, and such a broken notebook was lost. No one will pick it up. He was so sure that she brought it back and stuffed it into her pocket. She kept it there for a month and has not looked at it until now.

She took the notebook out of her pocket and spread it out on her lap. She would be arriving at Hogwarts in a while, so she examined it in a good mood. Although the cover was in tatters, it was still vaguely visible. The faded date clearly shows that it was a product 50 years ago.

Gently turning the first page, I could barely make out a vague name on the yellowed kraft paper: tm Riddle. ——Some impression, she thought.

She turned over and found that except for the first page, which had something written on it, the rest of the pages were blank, which was more than enough for memorizing something. She wanted to tear out the first page, but she didn't expect that although it looked tattered, it was It's actually quite strong, like real cowhide that can't be torn off no matter how hard it is.

After struggling in the end, she gave up, picked up the quill, turned to the second page, and wrote her name neatly.

Well, this diary will be hers from now on.

She was just about to close the diary, but found that the handwriting she had just written was gradually fading. The thick black ink was completely swallowed up by the yellowish paper in a moment. Then, in the middle of the paper, the handwriting she had just written was swallowed up. The ink appeared again, but the characters displayed were completely different.

"Hello, Karn Novia. My name is Tom Riddle. How did you find my diary?"

There it is, magic again! The magical world is really full of wonders, and there are actually things in the books that can talk to people!

After staring at that sentence and thinking for a while, she solemnly wrote: "Hello, this is my diary."

"?"

"If there are no accidents, this should be mine. There is my signature on the first page. Did you see it?"

"Oh, I saw it, so I wrote my name on the second page. If this diary belongs to you, then you can come out and get it. I won't fight with you." She was not interested in a diary. , but I am very interested in things I have never seen in this book.

"..."

He seemed unhappy and didn't reply for a long time. This was not possible. She had already become curious about this thing. After thinking for a while, she imitated other people's attempts to get closer and wrote unskilledly: "Are you angry? Tom, don't be like this. I listen to you." The eighth person named Tom who has been here, maybe I have a fate with the person named Tom."

There was still no movement in the diary, as if it had died suddenly. No, it might not have been alive in the first place.

Kahn went on to write: "I thought about it, and it seems that it is not quite accurate. It should be the ninth one. There is a medal in the school prize room with the name of Tom Riddle. What a coincidence. You all have the same last name—— He may be about the same age, he was also from 50 years ago, do you know him?"

After the black writing disappeared from the notebook for a long time, a line of words slowly appeared on the blank paper: "If you also go to Hogwarts." It said ambiguously, without answering whether it recognized it or not.

"Yes, I am in my second year at Hogwarts." This is not a secret that cannot be told.

"Then do you know that person? What do you think of what he did?" Diary asked.

Different from the silence just now, Kahn could clearly feel his eagerness when he asked this question. He seemed to realize that this was too weird, and added: "Forgive my curiosity, I'm just worried about what if he does something bad and others mistakenly think it's me."

It's really strange. Instead of asking how that person is, you first ask how that person is doing, as if you are sure that person will do something. "You are just a diary. Only people who are crazy will think you did it, right?" She wrote empathetically, "Don't worry, you can think about it carefully next time and make up a more reasonable lie."

The lie was exposed in such a straightforward way, and it didn't show any impatience at all. Also, how could anyone still be angry at a diary that can't move or speak?

"You don't seem to care if I tell lies or the truth?" it asked suddenly.

So perceptive, she really didn't care at all. Even if he said he was going to blow up the school tomorrow, she would just calmly pack her bags and prepare to go home.

"No, I care. Please tell me the truth. Why are you in a diary? I don't want to offend you, but who are you? Tom." She used magic to control the quill itself Write this sentence quickly. The three first-year students next to her were shocked by her operation and looked at her with great admiration.

"I'm just a consciousness left in a diary." It said simply.

"Like those portraits on the walls of Hogwarts?"

"Yes."

"Okay... how old were you when you were conscious?" As soon as she heard him say this, she suddenly lost some interest. She thought it was some rare magic prop that had not been discovered. But it’s not easy to suddenly ignore him as soon as he heard that he was just a conscious person, so he had to ask a boring question casually.

"16 years old, a fifth-year student at Hogwarts. What house are you from? Can we talk about the Tom Riddle just now?" He seemed determined to find out something, and he identified Ka En is an indifferent person and doesn't care at all what he wants to know or whether he is lying. On this point, he guessed quite accurately.

"Slytherin, I have good grades and all the teachers like me." She wrote very proudly and without blushing.

"...Slytherin? Me too. Maybe it's just like what you said. We are very destined." Hearing that he was from Slytherin, his behavior suddenly seemed to be a lot more arrogant: "My grades are not bad. You get 12 o’s every time.”

"You are so awesome." Kahn praised sincerely this time. But he didn't say whether the teacher liked him or not. He must be a guy who was not popular in school. After all, she was still the best.

"Thank you. You're not bad either. Can you tell me now? I'm very curious about him."

"Of course, but let's talk about it later. The train has arrived. I'm going to the auditorium to have some dinner and see the freshmen admission branch. Goodbye, Tom." After writing this sentence, she closed the book and did not continue to wait for his reply.

hall--

Malfoy was still the same as last semester, arrogantly leading his two fat boys and sitting down next to Kahn. His platinum-blonde hair was neatly combed behind his head. If it were longer, he would look exactly like Lucius.

"Look, Potter's girlfriend has been sorted into Gryffindor," he pushed Kahn's shoulder and pointed over there. "Their family must be very happy, so they can save money on buying new wizards." The money for the robe." His voice was not restrained at all, and many Slytherin students heard it and laughed secretly at Ginny. The West family was considered pure-blood traitors by them.

Kahn didn't care what he said, and he didn't have any sense of justice to defend Ginny, who he didn't know. He just looked around the Gryffindor table and said in confusion: "Why aren't Harry and Ron here?"

"Why are you calling so affectionately?" Malfoy said in an unpleasant drawl. He had been sending her paper cranes all summer long to talk about this, but she didn't listen at all and kept calling him like that.

"It would be best if none of them came, then Hogwarts would become more suitable for human habitation." At this point, he smiled happily.

His words are getting more and more vicious...

Looking at him, she prayed for Merlin's blessing to Harry and Ron with a very conscientious heart. After two seconds, she forgot about it in the blink of an eye, happily picked up the knife and fork and started the happy dinner time.