Hogwarts lazy snake

In the dead of night, the Hogwarts infirmary was as quiet as if it had been cast under a silencing spell.

The moonlight shone through the window onto Hermione Cat Granger's peaceful sleeping face. She was immersed in a sweet dream, unaware of the strange things that were about to happen.

At this moment, a parchment notebook on the table suddenly opened by itself.

A small black dot appeared in the middle of the paper, then grew bigger and bigger, and then ink gushed out like a fountain.

The dark ink gushed upwards, and when it was about to overflow from the edge of the notebook, it seemed to be swallowed up in an instant by an invisible mouth. There seemed to be a bottomless black hole at the edge, and no amount of ink could escape its gravity.

"Hermione Granger!" A deep and deep voice sounded faintly in the silent school infirmary.

"Um, who? Who called me? Don't disturb me while I'm studying? I still have a small section of formulas to memorize."

Hermione was lying on the bed, mumbling in her sleep and turning over impatiently, trying to get rid of this annoying interruption.

As Hermione turned over, the notes on the table, which were gushing out like a fountain of ink, suddenly paused for a short time as if a pause spell had been cast on them.

But soon, the calling voice rang out again stubbornly, one after another, ringing in Hermione's ears and entering her mind, as if it would not give up until it achieved its goal.

After an unknown amount of time, Hermione, who was studying hard in her dream, was finally awakened by the prisoner's voice. She rubbed her eyes and sat up in a daze: "Is there something Madam Pomfrey wants to talk to me about? Huh?" She waited for a long time but got no response.

Hermione looked around sleepily, and then she realized that besides herself, there was only Harry lying there quietly, petrified.

"Harry, is that you? Are you okay?!"

Hermione was happy at first, thinking that Harry had woken up, but after calling out several times, there was still deathly silence around him, with no response.

"Hermione Granger~" At this moment, the calling voice once again clearly reached her ears.

Hermione turned her head sharply, her eyes fixed on the notebook on the bedside table. She was surprised to find that the notebook had been opened at some point, and the page was facing her.

"Believe in science!"

Although Hermione's heart was full of doubts and fears, she still tried to remain calm and tremblingly took out her wand and the yellow paper that Horn had given her.

At this moment, the surging ink on the notebook had long disappeared, leaving only a seemingly ordinary blank page.

However, as Hermione approached, dots of black ink began to slowly appear in the middle of the page of the notebook. The dots of ink gradually spread out, and finally formed a line of clear words: "Hello, Hermione Granger, my junior! It was me who called you just now."

Hermione held her wand and poked the notes carefully, then asked with a trembling voice, "Who... who are you? Why did you call me?"

As she spoke, her eyes kept scanning the room, trying to find the person who was actually speaking.

"I am the owner of this notebook, Tom Riddle."

"Oh, Merlin's pants! It's really the notebook that's talking."

Hermione saw the font appear on the notebook, and at the same time the voice sounded in her mind. She was so surprised that she immediately walked to the notebook, covered her open mouth with her hands unconsciously, and her face was full of disbelief.

"Yes, Junior Hermione Granger, it's not the notes that are talking, but me in the notes."

"I am a trace of consciousness that Tom Riddle has been keeping by his side for a long time, so you don't need to be afraid, Hermione Granger."

"Oh, so that's how it is. I was so scared just now. I thought there were other people in the infirmary besides me and Harry."

Hermione relaxed a little at this, putting away her wand and sitting on the edge of the bed.

The font on the notebook changed again: "No, I'm calling you. I'm sorry to bother you so late, beautiful Hermione."

"You can't even see what I look like, so how do you know if I'm pretty or not? Senior Tom, you're not being honest." Hermione looked at the words on the notebook with a cunning look in her eyes.

"No, when I heard your voice, I guessed what you looked like, Hermione. After all, your voice is so sweet, how could you be ugly?"

In this way, Hermione began a wonderful communication with this mysterious note.

During this short conversation, Hermione was surprised to find that she had learned a lot of long-desired knowledge about magic and potions from the other party's words.

Her eyes gradually changed from vigilance to curiosity, and then from curiosity to admiration. Unconsciously, she was deeply attracted by this mysterious "Senior Tom".

However, it was late at night and Hermione could not resist the invasion of sleepiness.

She yawned and reached out to close her notebook: "Okay, Senior Tom, I'm sleepy too. Let's talk tomorrow. I'm going to bed first."

Tom in the notebook was delighted to see that Hermione was finally reaching out to touch him. He immediately changed the font on the notebook again to say good night, and also attached a smiley face emoticon, trying to leave a good impression on Hermione so that he could continue chatting with her tomorrow.

slap~

Hermione held the yellow paper in her right hand and closed the notebook neatly, leaving Tom no chance to take advantage.

Hermione looked at the notebook with yellow paper, yawned and muttered to herself, "When Ron comes tomorrow, let him give the notebook to Horn to see what this 'learned senior Tom' is all about."

As she spoke, a hint of reluctance appeared on her face. After all, she had gained a lot from the other party during the exchange just now.

Then, Hermione lay back on the bed, pulled the quilt over her, and soon fell asleep. She was indeed sleepy, and the communication just now was not entirely perfunctory.

In the notebook, Tom Riddle found that he was suddenly unable to continue using his abilities smoothly, and he couldn't help but feel angry: "Damn, what on earth is this yellow paper that the Muggle-born put in the notebook? It seems that I can only continue tomorrow."

It’s not that Tom couldn’t break through the yellow paper, but he was keenly aware that as long as he started trying to break through the yellow paper and use his power, the yellow paper would begin to turn into ashes bit by bit.

To be on the safe side, he had no choice but to stop breaking through the yellow paper, and the ash stopped changing. Seeing this situation, he had to wait for the next opportunity.

At the moment when Hermione clamped the yellow paper in the notebook, in a corridor of Hogwarts, Ginny Weasley walked barefoot on the cold stone road.

Her eyes were confused, and the sleepwalking state she had just been in disappeared. She muttered to herself, "Why am I here? Wasn't I sleeping in the dormitory? How did I get here? It's so cold."

A cool breeze blew past, and Ginny couldn't help but shiver. She instinctively rubbed her arms with her hands, trying to keep warm.

Then, she seemed to suddenly wake up a little, turned around and ran towards the Gryffindor common room, her heart full of confusion, not understanding why she appeared inexplicably in this cold corridor.