Hogwarts God of Ice and Fire

You agreed to raise it together, but you let it go to school by itself? !

Lynn knew he was wrong, but he didn't refute it.

After returning to Hogwarts Castle, Lynn started his alchemy experiment in the dormitory, while Irina found Harry and Ron to learn about the Hogwarts Castle during the three or four days she was away. Things that happened.

From Harry's mouth, Irina learned that they used the compound potion made by Hermione on Christmas Day to sneak into the Slytherin common room to talk to Malfoy.

Hermione, on the other hand, turned into a cat-eared girl because she accidentally took a compound decoction with cat hair added, and was admitted to the school hospital.

After learning about this incident, Irina immediately ran to the school hospital to visit her best friend, but the crazily raised corners of her mouth made Harry and Ron feel a little shuddering.

When they arrived at the school hospital, taking advantage of Madam Pomfrey's absence, Irina lifted the curtain beside Hermione's bed and hid in.

"Ah... Irina, why are you back?"

Realizing that her curtains had been lifted, Hermione screamed subconsciously and hid under the blanket. After seeing that it was Irina, she poked her head out and asked suspiciously.

Irina smiled and said, "I'm coming back early to accompany you, aren't you happy! Well, it's so cute, let me touch it!"

As Irina said, she climbed onto Hermione's bed, kneading the cat ears growing on Hermione's head with both hands, and at the same time rubbing her face against Hermione's little furry face.

After Irina's set of actions, Hermione blushed all over, and she tried hard to push Irina away who was pressing on her.

"Ouch, what are you doing, Irina?!"

Hermione glared at Irina, finding herself unable to break free.

Irina said with a smile: "Don't mind, Hermione, come on, let me know if your development is normal..."

Just when Irina was about to take the next step, the curtain beside the hospital bed was pulled open again, and Madam Pomfrey stood there with a serious face.

"Get out, Miss Lowell, the patient needs rest!"

Madam Pomfrey roared and drove Irina out of the school hospital.

Irina, who originally wanted to have a good time with the cat-eared girl Hermione, had to leave the school hospital in despair. Although she was a little unconvinced, she also understood that Madam Pomfrey was right, she had to give Hermione It will help Hermione to recover.

A little over a week has passed and the Christmas holidays are over.

And the little wizards who went home for Christmas also returned to school one after another.

One day after school started, Irina, Harry and Ron went to the school hospital to visit Hermione again.

After leaving the school hospital, Irina and the others heard Filch's roar from upstairs.

"It's Filch!" Harry whispered. He took the lead, ran up the stairs in three steps and two steps, and hid behind the corner to listen.

Ron said nervously: "Do you think someone will be attacked by the basilisk again?!"

Irina on the side shook her head and said, "Impossible. If there is another attack, Filch should not be angry, but afraid."

Soon, the voice came again.

"Damn it, you're giving me trouble again! Mopping the floor all night as if my job wasn't enough! No, this is unbearable, I'm going to Dumbledore... ..."

The sound of Filch's footsteps gradually faded away, and the three of them heard the violent closing of the door in the distance.

The three of Irina poked their heads out from the corner, where Mrs. Norris was attacked before.

I saw a large puddle of water covering half of the corridor, and it seemed that the water was still seeping from under the door of the bathroom where Moaning Myrtle was.

Now that Filch had stopped yelling, Irina heard Myrtle's cries echoing off the bathroom walls.

"What's the matter with her?" Ron asked suspiciously.

Harry thought for a while and said, "Let's go and have a look."

So the three lifted their robes up to their ankles, and waded through the raging water to the bathroom where Moaning Myrtle was.

Moaning Myrtle was crying louder and shriller than ever, and she seemed to be hiding in the toilet bowl where she usually hid.

Seeing the weeping Myrtle, Harry asked, "What's the matter, Myrtle?"

"Who are you?" Myrtle asked in a miserable gurgling voice, "throwing something at me again?"

Harry asked suspiciously, "Why did I hit you with something?"

"Don't ask me," cried Myrtle, bursting out, and splashing a still larger jet of water on the already soaked floor, "I'm staying here and thinking about my own Question, someone thought it was funny to throw a book at me..."

Hearing the words of the weeping Myrtle, Irina, who had been silent all this time, seemed to think of something, her heart moved, she cheered up, and looked at the Weeping Myrtle.

"Even if someone throws something at you, it won't hurt you," Harry analyzed. "I mean, the thing can go straight through you, can't it?"

Myrtle puffed up angrily at Harry's words, and she screamed, "Let's all hit Myrtle with books, because she can't feel it! If you hit her in the stomach with books, Ten points! Fifty points if it hits her head! Nice, ha ha ha! What a cute game, but I don't think so!"

Irina pulled Harry behind her, looked at the weeping Myrtle, and asked seriously, "Myrtle, did you see the name of the little wizard who threw the book on you? Maybe I can help." You punish that man!"

Irina recalled that in the plot of the original book, Harry seemed to have picked up Voldemort's Horcrux diary here. Could it be that the book thrown on the weeping Myrtle was that diary? !

More than ten years have passed, even Irina can only remember the outline of the plot, and she is not particularly clear about the specific timeline in the plot.

"I don't know ... I was sitting on the toilet seat, thinking about death, and the book just fell off my head."

Hearing Irina's words, the weeping Myrtle calmed down at last, and she spoke in a weeping voice.

Irina continued to ask: "So, where is that book now?"

Weeping Myrtle pointed to the bottom of the pool, and said, "There it is, all soaked in water."

Irina quickly looked under the sink and saw a small, thin book lying on the ground.

The tattered black cover of the book, like everything in the bathroom, was completely soaked.

Seeing Harry wanting to pick up the book, Irina stopped him, and then picked up the book herself.

Irina smoothed the book methodically, and then opened the first page of the book.

Sure enough, on the first page of the notebook, Irina saw the name written in blurry ink: Riddle fucking...ah bah, it's TM Riddle.