Hogwarts pet owl

Chapter 8 Diary Writing and the Owl with Glasses

The black diary with gold cover is spread out on the table.

Errol turned over the first page that read "Tom Marvolo Riddle",

He dipped his paw in ink and wrote on the yellowed paper:

"April 1992, 9."

"Brother Ron scolded me today, which makes me sad."

"I clearly earned a point for the college, but he called me useless."

The writing quickly disappeared, and soon, a new line of text appeared on this page:

"Hello, I'm Tom Riddle, I can see you're sad, do you need my help?"

If Errol didn't have a bird face now, she could smile to the back of her head.

Hooked!

"Hello, I'm Eileen Malfoy."

"Oh, you're a Malfoy!"

"Yes, I am. Who are you?"

"Me? I don't know who I am. I was once a student of Hogwarts. What's in this diary now may be just a memory."

"Then how can you help me?"

"I don't know, it depends on how you need my help."

Errol paused and pretended to think, until the sixteen-year-old Riddle couldn't help but ask:

"are you still there?"

Errol continued to scratch at the diary with her paws and said:

"I'm still here. Senior Riddle, I want to prove that I am useful, so I want to do something."

Errol wrote faster and faster, feeling extremely happy - she was about to get the means to extend her life!

"There is an elder in my family, but she is dying of old age. She is very kind to us, and my brother respects her very much. I think if I can extend her life, my brother will not think that I am useless!"

"Senior Riddle, do you have any way to extend your life?"

Diary quick answer:

"Have."

Errol asked: "What can I do? Can you tell me?"

Riddle replied:

"The first method is to use magic potion."

"I know some formulas for nourishing potions that can keep the bodies of the elderly alive for a few more years;"

"Of course, if you find Nick Flamel and ask him to lend you the magic stone, maybe you can also create a potion of immortality."

Errol wrote:

"But I'm only a first-year student, so I can't gather the materials needed for the potion. Nick Flamel and I are from two different worlds!"

"So, dear Senior Riddle, what about your second method?"

Riddle was silent for a while and said:

"Eileen, please allow me to call you this. Today is the first day we meet. There are many things that I want to wait until we become more familiar with each other before I can tell you-"

"After all, some magic involves many things. If that kind of powerful magic is put into the hands of bad people, big trouble will happen."

Errol said hurriedly: "But I am a good person!"

Riddle replied: "I believe you are a good person, but I still want to know more about you."

A trace of magic vaguely floated into Errol's head from the diary. This is profound soul magic, which can exert a subtle influence on the soul until the recipient finally opens his heart to the caster.

But although Errol is trapped in the body of an owl, her soul is the strongest person in another world. During this period, she seems childish and absurd, but it is just self-indulgence after putting down her burden——

As the old saying goes: "I've been fighting all my life, can't I enjoy it? Then play music and dance!"

So the intrusion of Riddle's magic power was like a drop of ink falling into the ocean.

Want to dye the sea water black?

You can't even squeeze the entire Horcrux dry!

Errol suppressed her laughter and wrote:

"Okay, I understand you, Senior Riddle. I will let you know that I am a trustworthy person!"

"Yes, I also believe that you can prove yourself, Erin."

The vague voice of Belle Dantès buried in the quilt came:

"Ginny Weasley! Tell your owl to stop writing and drawing! Hurry up and put out the lights, we need to go to sleep!"

Errol wrote hurriedly:

"My roommate is urging me to go to bed. Goodbye, Senior Riddle."

"Goodbye, Eileen Malfoy."

Closing the diary with her foot, Errol extinguished the oil lamp.

Looking at Ginny who was already sleeping, Errol flew over,

Hey, how long has it been since her daughter had hair extensions?

Soft, warm...

……

"Ronald Weasley!"

"I didn't expect that after such a short period of time, I would send you another roaring letter!"

"You think your sister is smelly?"

"You think your sister is useless?"

"You even despise your sister for being old?"

"Elrol has been delivering letters to our family for ten years without any complaints! She gave you all your brother and sister's sweaters last year!"

"Nine winters! Thousands of miles apart!"

"Her contribution to our family is much higher than yours! You actually dislike her?"

"How dare you!!"

"You have the smelliest socks in the whole family! And how many points did you deduct from the college last semester?"

"You still have the nerve to scold your sister!!"

"You brat! Listen to me! Not only must you love Errol as your own sister, but you must not let her suffer the slightest injustice!"

"If you can't do it! I'll go to school and take you home!"

The entire auditorium was silent.

This was the second howler letter Ron had received in three days.

Harry covered his forehead, and Hermione took a deep breath and made a hateful expression;

George and Fred gloated and gave her a high-five, and at the same time took out Errol who was hiding in Ginny's arms to avoid the attack of the shouting letter, and forced her to "high-five" her too;

The entire auditorium fell into a sea of joy, and Ron could hardly lift his head with such laughter.

"Wow!"

Errol flapped her wings and flew towards Ron's head,

Ron was shocked and turned his head to avoid Errol.

Errol's eyes were not very good and she was unable to accurately lock onto Ron's head. Ron dodged it twice in a row.

She had an idea and transformed the fuzz on the side of her eyes into a pair of glasses!

After adjusting the degree slightly, the world suddenly became clear!

Target - the top of Ron Weasley's head!

Purpose – it’s warm there and perfect for dining!

This time Ron did not escape, and Errol, who was wearing glasses, landed firmly on top of his head.

Ron was anxious. He had been embarrassed enough today, so why should he let Errol poop and urinate on his head?

Ron shook his head vigorously, trying to throw Errol off, but the eagle's claws firmly grasped his hair. The more he shook, the more painful his scalp became!

Ron couldn't bear it anymore and was about to catch Errol with his hands——

"Boom!"

A dialog box hung from his head, hanging right in front of Ron's eyes:

[Don’t move, or I’ll tell mom to go! 】

Ron:! !

This owl can shapeshift? Can you still write?

Yesterday, Ron had never seen Errol's magic except during dinner time. At this time, her skillful transformation technique directly shocked him.

Subtitle transformation——

[I want to eat potato chips, can you feed me? Brother Ron~~? (smiley face)]

Ron:…

Classmate Ronald Weasley seems to have foreseen his miserable future life,

This is an aunt who cannot be beaten or scolded.