HP fan, I'm Ron Weasley

yes!My name is given by my master! "

"Your master? Who is your master?"

"Philip, my master's name is Fili."

"Then where is he, I can send you back."

"no need"

The notebook was silent for a moment:

"My master is dead."

I am surprised:

"how do you know?"

"Because it's been too long in the past! The master has lost me for too long! It's been hundreds of years... The master said that the lifespan of a wizard is only 200 years at most..."

I am silent, still an old notebook.He claimed to be an alchemy item, and it didn't look like much danger.Just as I was thinking, another sentence appeared on the notebook:

"Can you talk to me for a while? I haven't talked to anyone in a long time..."

"Um... OK."

"Great! What's your name?"

I hesitated:

"Seamus, Seamus Weasley."

"Weasley?"

"You know Weasley?"

"Yes, I heard from the master - Weasley is an old name."

I'm happy:

"Yes!"

"Are you a student?"

"Well, I'm in the second grade this year."

"I read your notes, are you interested in black magic?"

"Well... a little bit."

"I do know a little dark magic."

I am wary of:

"how do you know?"

"Master has transcribed some, but very little. I know more about white magic!"

"Do you remember?"

"Yes, as long as it is written on me, I will never forget it!"

"Ron! It's time for class!! You forgot to have an astronomy class tonight!!!"

Harry stuck his head into the dormitory and yelled at me:

"Hurry up! Hermione said to go first, we have to hurry up too, it's going to be late!"

"coming!"

I hurriedly wrote in my notebook:

"I'm sorry, I have something to do now, so I can't tell you more."

"It's okay! Go ahead and get busy. Nice to meet you!"

"Me too"

I put the notebook in the drawer, grabbed the school uniform and put it on indiscriminately, and hurried to catch up with Harry, it was indeed the late class!

coma

Since then, I have been "chatting" with the notebook from time to time. At first I was a little wary, but then I gradually relaxed.Tom is a good friend. He is knowledgeable, humorous, and understanding. Because he hasn't communicated with people for a long time, he made a lot of jokes.Tom knew a lot of funny little spells--Felly was said to have a fondness for them, either practical or prankish.There are folding spells, cutting spells, orienting spells, marking spells, etc. My favorite little tricky spells, itching spells - make people itch all over, bubble spells "make people's head suddenly surrounded by a bubble, can't Breathing, but the action time is only a few seconds, and there is another kind called the incense spell by Tom, which will make people emit a particularly strong fragrance, but this fragrance will attract a lot of bees! These spells are very easy to learn and nothing Dangerous, the spell will succeed almost once, and the action time is not long. The longest action is the tickling spell, which only makes people itch for 1 minute. If you want to stop it, you can stop it immediately with one spell. I asked Tom Are there any more advanced spells, but Tom said that I can't learn the advanced ones now. I used these small spells on the twins, and the twins were very interested. They asked me where I learned it, and I can only say that it was in □ The twins and Harry pestered me to teach them the "so interesting" spells, which I traded for two quills, a pair of woolen socks, a new notebook— — Thanks Tom! This is my first pot of gold in life!

A few weeks passed by like this, and I was left alone again on this day, Harry and Hermione went to Hagrid's as a guest, and I was too lazy to go - I had to eat rock cakes that were as hard as rocks, Hear Hagrid tell about his cuties!Let Harry take the news of "Ginny is in a hurry to find me, and I can't go today" and go back to the dormitory. I would rather go back and catch up on sleep!I've been feeling very tired lately. Hermione also said that my dark circles are very serious, and asked me what I did at night. Merlin testified that I went to bed as soon as it was one o'clock at night.I am also a little confused about this, but Tom said that I have been practicing magic spells too frequently recently, and my magic power is frequently consumed and excessive, which makes me always tired easily, just sleep a few times!I was half-believed at first, but after taking a break as Tom said, I really felt a lot more energetic.I lay on the bed and couldn’t fall asleep for a while, so I took out a notebook from the drawer—the one named Tom, opened it, thought for a while, grabbed a quill, dipped it in ink, and wrote:

"Tom, are you there?"

"Of course, I mean, where else could I go?"

I smile,

"I've been in a bad mood recently."

"Why, what happened, Seamus?"

Why?I saw a girl named "Cho-Chang" from Raven Rauch today. She is an Asian girl. At first sight of her black hair, black eyes and yellow skin, I was very panicked. In fact, I fell into despair. escape, leaving Harry and Hermione bewildered.

"Tom, you know why you wake up and find yourself in a strange place?"

The notebook was silent for a while, and said:

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, forget it... Did you know that Filch's cat was petrified the day before yesterday, and it was said that a 'chamber of secrets' was opened. Do you know anything about the Slytherin chamber of secrets?"

The notebook was silent for a longer time, saying:

"do not know."

"Forget it, how could you know, this must be a Hogwarts secret."

I held the quill pen for a while, thought about it, and asked:

"Tom, do you know what the worst kind of black magic is?"

This time Tom was not silent for a long time:

"The most evil black magic? Avada Kedavra?"

"Possibly. Do you know anything else, um, about immortality?"

I rubbed the slightly yellowed paper, waiting for Tom's answer, but the handwriting didn't appear for a long time, but I suddenly felt dizzy, my fingers were firmly sucked on the notebook, and I couldn't move or make a sound!It felt like something was slowly flowing out of my body along my arms and fingers. Before I lost consciousness, I heard Harry's anxious voice shout "Ron!", and then I didn't know anything.

I opened my eyes again, and everything I could see was white. I blinked my sour eyes and tried to move, but my whole body was abnormally stiff.Then I heard an exclamation:

"Merlin! Ron, you're awake!!!"

I felt someone jump on top of me, kiss my face hard, hot liquid fell on my face, and someone shouted: "Doctor, doctor! Ron is awake! He is awake, come and see!" !"

I felt extremely weak, as if my throat was about to smoke, I tried to open my mouth, and the sound I made was not much louder than the humming of a mosquito:

"Mommy, don't drool on my face...water...I'm thirsty...don't cry...water..."

There was a loud sound of "pick, pull, pull, pull" and I was carefully supported by my mother to sit in her arms. A glass of water was handed to my mouth, and I gulped and satiated with my mother's hand.

"Don't worry, Ron, come on, little darling, and. Oh, my poor little darling—"

There was another burst of crying, I didn't pay much attention to it, drank another glass of water, and was carefully put back on the bed by my mother, a burst of fatigue hit me, and this time I fell asleep peacefully.

in the ward

The second time I woke up, it was a few days later.Mom and Dad are still by my side. Seeing me open my eyes, Mom hurried over:

"Ron, are you awake?" He said and touched my face: "Tell Mom, what's wrong? Arthur! Arthur, wake up and call the doctor!"

I followed my mother's eyes and saw that my father was dozing off on the large sofa. When I heard my mother's voice, I jumped up. He looked at me first, showed a tired smile, and muttered "Thank you Merlin!" He strode out to find a doctor.Mom said softly:

"Ron, tell mom what's wrong?"

I shook my head and asked weakly:

"Mom, where are we?"

"We're at St. Mungo's, honey, you've been sleeping for four months!!"

four months? ! ? !This sleep was long enough.At this time, many doctors and nurses in white clothes came in. One of the doctors came over, held a wand and cast many colorful spells on me, and then said to Dad:

"When you wake up, you will be fine. You can leave the hospital after staying in the hospital for observation for a few days. After going home and resting for more than a month, you will be completely fine! It's just the excessive exhaustion of magic power and vitality—although it is life-threatening if it is more severe It's gone—but it won't be a big problem if you make it up. Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley, there won't be any aftereffects, and your little son will be alive and kicking in two months, I promise!"

The bearded doctor finished talking to Mom and Dad, then turned to me seriously and said:

"And you, little one! If your classmates hadn't discovered and rescued you early, you would have gone to see Merlin by now! How dare you play with black magic items!? What audacity! Look at your mother How anxious is it!? Today's children are really..."

After finishing speaking, he looked at me seriously, and my father hurriedly said:

"Thank you doctor! Thank you so much!"

"It's nothing. Since little Mr. Weasley is fine, I'll go first. There are still patients who need me to go and see."

Mom stood up too, and sent the doctor out of the ward with gratitude.I'm still a little confused. The doctor said a lot just now, and I'm slowly digesting the information.My brain was in chaos, but the phrase "black magic item" still entered my mind. I was clever, and suddenly remembered the fragment before coma:

"M-Mom, it's the notebook, it's the notebook-"

Mom quickly rushed back to the bed:

"Yeah, Ron, don't get excited, you're still weak! We get it - Bill wrote you told him about this before, about having a suspicious notebook, you silly boy! Why don't you throw it away when you know it's suspicious !?! Do you know you almost died from this?! You idiot, you want to scare your mother to death?!"

While talking, my mother hugged me and started to cry. Seeing my mother crying so sadly, I felt particularly guilty:

"Mom, I'm sorry, it's my fault, hit me! Don't cry, Mom, it's all my fault!"

Dad also gently chimed in:

"Okay, Molly, Ron just woke up, so stop crying!"

Mom wiped her tears and said in a strong nasal voice:

"You little bastard, you have never been obedient... Wait until you get better and see how I deal with you!!!"

"Then I'd better not!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!?"

My mother said angrily, I saw that my mother was really angry, and I didn't know how to comfort her, so my father said:

"Come on, Molly, Ron was just joking and cheering you up! Why are you crying again?"

"Yeah mom, don't be angry, I'm talking nonsense!"

"Where is such nonsense?!"

"So do you, Ron, do you know how worried your mother has been watching over you these past few months!?"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong! I was really wrong, Mom, don't be angry, Dad, hit me! I'm so sorry!"

I didn't have much strength left, and I apologized again, and my mouth was even dry. I coughed halfway through, and my mother became anxious when she saw it:

"Ron, what's the matter, don't talk! Arthur, pour some more water!"

This time, Mom and Dad won't pursue it anymore, and I'm even more sorry: I will never do what my mother forbids me to do again!In the future, you must be more obedient and more obedient!After making a decision secretly in my heart, I remembered the reason why I fainted:

"Mom, you said you know I fainted because of the notebook?"

"Yes—come here, the chair is here—Harry went back to the dormitory to look for you, and found that you were convulsing badly. He didn't know what happened, so he hurriedly carried you to the medical wing. Madam Pomfrey found that your breathing was weak, and she was very nervous. It is critical, and after some first aid measures, you were sent to St. Mungo's Hospital."

"Yeah," Dad said, "We were terrified when we were notified and rushed to the hospital! Fortunately, the rescue was in time. You are fine, but your life force is overdrawn. The doctor said that you may be in a coma for a few more days—you didn't wake up." Sleeping for four months - your body has to recover slowly."

"We didn't know what happened to you at first, and we didn't know what happened to you when we asked Harry. We just said that when we got back to the dormitory, we saw you twitching on the bed. No one attacked or anything. Dumbledore also checked at school, but it didn't happen. It didn't work. Until Bill wrote a month ago, saying that it suddenly occurred to him that you had written to him and asked about a suspicious notebook, and Bill asked us to start from this aspect!"

"We looked for the notebook that Bill described, but unfortunately we didn't find it..."

"You didn't find it?"

"Don't worry about it Ron, don't worry about it. No, you don't have any notebooks in your dormitory - the one Fred gave you checked, and there's nothing wrong with it."

"How could it be possible, how could it not be possible! I was 'talking' to it at the time, and it sucked me firmly. I felt something disappear in my body, and then I passed out!"

"Talk?" Dad said seriously, "Ron, tell me more about what's going on, don't lose the details!"

Just as I was about to explain, I suddenly felt black in front of my eyes.

"Stop talking!" Mom said sternly, "Stop talking, Ron just woke up, and he's still too weak! There's no rush for this, let Ron rest first, and talk about it after he's rested!"

I still want to talk, but my mother won't let me:

"No! You rest now and talk about it tomorrow!"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, Ron, your face is very pale." Dad also said: "Tomorrow is the weekend, and Dumbledore and Harry will come back to see you. You should sleep first, and then talk about it in detail tomorrow."

I couldn't beat them, and I was really sleepy again, so I fell asleep in my mother's arms after a while.

Old principal

When I woke up the next day, everyone came: Percy, Ginny, the twins, Harry and Hermione, everyone formed a circle by my bed, and when I woke up, my mother sat up:

"How is it, Ron?" Mom stroked my head: "Are you hungry, thirsty?"

I nodded, my mother got up and walked out when she heard the words, walked back in a short while, sat by the bed, handed me a strange closed bottle with a straw inserted in it, my mother motioned for me to drink it, I took it Straws - not too much of a smell, but the blandness is a bit repulsive:

"Mom, what is this?"

"A special potion, nourishing soup! You haven't eaten in months, and now you have to drink this! Don't take it down, you must drink it!!"

I smacked my lips - disgusting!Looking up, I saw a circle of eyes looking at me eagerly, and couldn't help smiling:

"Why is everyone here?"

Just after I finished speaking, the twins rushed:

"You scared everyone to death, little mouse!"

I can only continue to laugh:

"It's all right!"

"Also said it's okay!"

"The doctor said he almost died!"

"What the hell happened!?"

"Harry can't tell..."

Everyone is talking all over the place, I really don't know whose question to answer:

"Don't make noise—headache..."

I pretended to raise my hands and rubbed my temples, but my mother immediately stopped me loudly:

"Don't be noisy! Be quiet, Ron's body is very weak! Don't rush to ask!"

I snickered to myself-it's so good!This will last at least a month! !

"Ron, dear, what's wrong? Shall I let everyone out?"

"No! It's okay, mom, it's just that my head hurts from the noise..."

Before I finished speaking, the door of the ward opened, and Dad and Professor Dumbledore came in, and everyone stood up to greet them.The old principal smiled at everyone:

"Everyone is there."

As she spoke, she went straight to my bed, and my mother quickly gave up the chair beside the bed:

"Sit here, Dumbledore. Please come here!"

"Oh, don't say that, Molly." The old principal said apologetically, "Ron was injured at Hogwarts because I failed to protect the child."

"How can you say that!" Mom looked at me reproachfully: "It's Ron's own fault - he used black magic items without permission!!"

I shrank my neck under my mother's gaze, and my father stretched out his hand and flicked my forehead:

"Dumbledore, have you found the notebook?"

"Unfortunately, no!" The old principal said seriously, "It was my dereliction of duty."

Dad still wanted to talk, but Professor Dumbledore stopped him with a wave of his hand:

"I heard that Ron woke up yesterday, and I rushed over today to find out the details."

The old headmaster turned his head and said to me gently:

"How's it going, Ron?"

Finally I can plug my mouth, I let go of the straw:

"It's all right—the doctor said it!"

"Then how do you feel, and is it uncomfortable?"

"No, sir! Just a little hungry—I could eat a dragon right now!"

The principal was amused:

"That's not okay, you can only drink some special nutritional supplements now! Ron, your father wrote yesterday and said that he confirmed that the cause of your accident was a notebook that was suspected to be a black magic item. Can you tell me more about that About the notebook? Where did you get it?"

I'm blushing a little bit at this point, I'm so self-righteous - got myself in the hospital in the first place knowing something was wrong with the notebook!I was embarrassed, but Ginny timidly said:

"It's me, I gave it to Ron!"

Seeing everyone looking at her, Ginny became even more flustered, tears streaming down her face——I realized that Ginny seemed to have been silent since she came in:

"Sorry Ron!"

"What stupid things are you talking about, silly girl!!! You didn't know it was a black magic item at first, so it's dangerous for you to hold such a dangerous thing!" I hurriedly comforted.

Mom hugged her and patted her back gently with her hands:

"What the hell is going on, Ginny?"

"Mom!" Ginny cried, "I didn't know, I didn't know at first!"

"I don't know where it came from either... he's in my new book, I thought someone dropped it in my basket by accident, or the clerk was playing it up... sorry, Ron!"

"It's none of your business, Ginny," her mother whispered, "Don't cry, good boy!"

"But Ron almost died because of this!!"

"I'm fine! It's just an accident, don't care about your business!!"

It took a while for Mom and Dad to comfort Ginny. The old headmaster stroked his beard and Ginny's head, and asked:

"What exactly is going on, Ron, how did it attack you and knock you unconscious?"

"Well, how silly of me, really! I write in a notebook, but the writing disappears from the paper, and then new words appear. The notebook calls itself 'Tom Riddle' . . . "

"What!?!" The old headmaster exclaimed, "What did it say it was called?"

"Tom Riddle." I wondered, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." The old headmaster said very solemnly: "Go on, Ron!"

"He said his name was Tom, it was an alchemy item, and its owner was Fili. It said it was an 'old thing' from hundreds of years ago, and just wanted to talk to me...I'm so stupid!"

"We all know you're an idiot, go ahead, Ron!!"

I was still complaining about myself, Hermione said bluntly, because she suddenly made a sound, everyone turned their eyes away, the little girl's face turned red, and she quietly moved her body behind Harry , Harry coughed and suppressed a snicker:

"Go on, Ron?"

I smiled at them, and with Harry and Hermione's interruptions in the ward, it finally seemed less dull.

Petrochemical event

I thought about it for a while, and decided to tell the whole story:

"It was fine, Tom was a nice guy, I mean he really just talked to me and taught me a lot of interesting little charms."

"On the day of the accident, we were chatting casually as usual, and then I asked him something that has been bothering me... about black magic..."

I secretly glanced at my mother, and my mother was really angry:

"Ron, how dare you, you are still studying black magic!"

"Let Ron finish, Molly," said Dad gravely.

I'm guilty, but luckily I'm sick right now, so I should be fine...

"Professor Dumbledore, do you remember the night in the Forbidden Forest with Harry and Hermione?"

"Yes Ron, I remember." The old headmaster frowned.

"In the Forbidden Forest I got a prophecy from a dying centaur! Albert - the centaur - said a long speech to me before he died, and I think that's the prophecy: 'Darkness and fear will come again , the sin has already gained eternal life, the most evil black magic, the incomplete soul will not rest in peace.', I don't know what it means, but Firenze - another centaur - said that this prophecy is very accurate, so when I came back I I just try my best to study black magic and try to understand it, but until now I still can’t understand a single word!”

"The other day I asked Tom, um, notebook, if he knew what the most evil black magic in the world was, and Tom said it was Avada Kedavra, and I asked him if there was any kind of black magic about immortality, and he didn't Answer me, just, you know, trying to kill me?"

The headmaster didn't answer, but just lowered his head in thought, then raised his head and asked:

"You mean you asked him about the leftover black magic and he attacked you!"

"um, yes."

I put the potion bottle on the bedside table at hand, and the ward fell into silence again. After a while, the old headmaster continued to ask:

"Ron, can you repeat that prophecy again, do you remember it clearly?"

"I remember well, Professor Dumbledore, there is no mistaking a word: 'Darkness and terror shall come again, evil has long been immortalized, the most wicked of dark arts, and there shall be no rest for the incomplete soul.'"

The headmaster stood up thoughtfully:

"Thank you. Ron! This is very important to me!! I think I kind of know what's going on, but I have to make sure first. I have to go back! Ron, take care of yourself, but don't worry I'll make it up during the summer vacation, and I'll let McGonagall look at the end-of-semester! Don't send it away, Arthur, I'll go back at the fireplace next door!"

After speaking, he strode out of the ward.Mom and Dad looked at each other in blank dismay, and then turned to see me together.

"Mom, my head hurts again, and I'm feeling nauseous... uncomfortable—"

"Really? How come?"

Mom carefully stretched out her hand to my forehead.Dad smiled and said:

"So that's why you wanted to study black magic—I said, why did you suddenly become interested in black magic? You silly boy, why didn't you tell your parents first?"

I'm cramped:

"No, I didn't know what that meant at the time—it might be nothing, I mean, it might be the dying nonsense of a dying man..."

"I think you are talking nonsense!" Mom yelled decisively: "No matter what the reason is, you dare to secretly study black magic by yourself, how dangerous it is--minors can't touch that!!, If something happens this time... I will definitely show you when you recover! To be honest this time, three days of confinement can’t solve it!!”

Hey - I'm not afraid of threats or anything now! !

"Oh, mother, mother, head... head!"

Mom shut up immediately, and looked at me worriedly and suspiciously, and Dad burst into laughter:

"It's useless, Ron, I will remind your mother of your punishment when you are well!"

Ignoring my desire, Dad looked up at the clock on the wall:

"I have to go, the Ministry of Magic has something to do. I will work overtime tonight, but I will come back here tonight, Molly, go home and rest tonight!"

"Go ahead and leave me alone."

Dad leaned over and kissed my face, I felt guilty:

"Oh, Dad, I'm sorry, you have to work overtime! This time, I spent a lot of money because of me..."

"What are you talking about, little mouse?" Dad rubbed my hair dotingly: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm leaving, don't think about it!"

Dad picked up the coat from the chair and went out too.

"Goodbye Dad!"

"Goodbye, Mr. Weasley!"

After my father left, my mother saw that I was fine, so I went home to cook dinner first, and told Harry and Hermione not to leave at night, she would bring the meal here for them to eat.The twins stayed with me for a while and then went back with their mother. Only Harry and Hermione were left in the ward, sitting on both sides of the bed, one on the left and the other on the right.

"Well, how are you doing at school?"

Harry smiled:

"It's okay, it's so boring without you here...we are all worried about you!"

"By the way, I haven't said yet. It's all thanks to you that I survived this time. I haven't thanked you yet! If it weren't for you, buddy, maybe I would have died!"

Harry opened his mouth:

"It's okay, if something happened to me, you would do the same thing, wouldn't you?"

"of course!"

"Okay, you two, don't be nasty! I'm going to throw up!" Hermione rolled her eyes: "Ron, a lot of things happened in the past few months when you were away!!"

Harry scratched his head and stopped smiling:

"Yeah Ron! Do you remember Filch's cat?"

"The petrified cat? Poor guy! What's wrong, is it alright?"

"No." Hermione said: "Worse, the cat is not well, this time someone was petrified!!"

"What?!?" I opened my mouth in shock: "How is it possible?"

Seeing the serious faces of Harry and the others, I asked again:

"Have you found the murderer?"

"No." Hermione looked at Harry worriedly, and continued: "They, um, they still think it's Harry, you know..."

"What is it called? I still think it's Harry?!"

I looked at Harry, who was frowning and expressionless.

"It's nonsense!! Harry happened to pass by there last time...how can Harry be blamed!!"

Hermione rubbed her forehead wearily:

"The most important thing is that Harry spoke to a snake in front of the whole school!!"

ward story

I kinda can't understand:

"What, talking to a snake? What do you mean?"

"in short--"

"I'm a Parseltongue!"

Harry interjected, pretending to be calm.I have been shocked speechless by this series of news.

"Parseltongue? Dude, are you kidding me?"

"I also hope this is a joke, but unfortunately, no!" Hermione continued: "You know, there is another incident of being petrified... This time it is Colin, that Harry fan!"

"But why, Harry? How could you be a Parseltongue? That's something only the descendants of Slytherin can do!!"

"I checked Harry's family tree, and there's no way he's descended from Slytherin!" said Hermione.

"How is it possible?! This is impossible!!!"

"I didn't know!" said Harry bitterly. "I could talk to snakes before - I thought every wizard could!"

Hermione and I are silent, it doesn't make sense, is it because of the savior?Well, there is always something unusual about the person who defeated the mysterious man!

"So they all think Harry did it? Harry's there again? You guys together?"

"No, I'm in the dormitory..."

"What's the matter, Harry? Why aren't you together?"

"I was caught by that idiot Harold. I went to his office to help him answer letters to fans. I finally got rid of him. It was a bit late when I went back, so..."

"You shouldn't be running around!" Hermione said sternly, "You should hurry back to the dormitory!"

"No, I was going back to the dormitory," Harry argued, "but I heard some strange noises... I told you, but you don't believe me!"

"Sound? What sound?" I asked with interest.

"I don't know, I can't hear you clearly, like 'kill you', 'tear you apart'..."

I'm terrified:

"what?!"

"You don't believe me either?" Harry was a little bit annoyed.

"No, then did you see who said it? Maybe it's the murderer of the petrification incident!"

"No." Harry was embarrassed: "I followed the sound and there was no one there...then I saw Colin..."

Seeing Harry's silence, I quickly persuaded him:

"Come on Harry, it's none of your business!! Besides, Colin's going to be fine - the professors have a way, can't they, Hermione? Even the cat is fine! Wait what? They wake up when the grass is ready, don't they?"

"Don't worry, Colin and the cat will be fine when the mandrake is mature and made into a potion specially designed to de-petrify!"

Harry nodded:

"I know, but I'm not feeling very well... There are so many things this year. First, Ron was hospitalized in an accident, and then Colin was petrified. I heard that if Professor Dumbledore can't find the murderer, he will be suspended!"

"How? But being petrified is weird enough... Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, what the hell is that, Harry?"

"how could I know?!"

"Oh, aren't you a descendant of Slytherin!"

"Go away, if I were I would petrify you first!"

"Secret room? It doesn't sound like something good is going on! What do you think is in there, it can turn people into petrification!"

"It's quite strange," Hermione continued: "Think about it, it can't be a living thing - Slytherin's relics can't survive to this day - if it was something, who brought it out to harm people What? It must not be a student, let alone a professor...Could it be Professor Lockhart?!"

"How is it possible? That idiot!!"

"How is it impossible? Don't forget who would have thought last year that the villain was Professor Quirrell? Maybe Lockhart is also in disguise!!"

Harry and I looked at each other:

"If Lockhart is suspected...it's unlikely. After what happened last time, why would Professor Dumbledore hire another dangerous person? Let me tell you, don't worry about it, the principal will definitely solve it Yes! He even has an idea about the notebook, speaking of the notebook! If I see that notebook again, I will definitely 'shred it into pieces'!!!!"

Just thinking about "Tom Riddle" makes my teeth itch!Since waking up, I have been thinking, we were friendly at first, why did it suddenly turn around, and even wanted to kill me? !It must be related to the question I asked!I'm asking about black magic, black magic about immortality!At that time, I just asked casually, is the prophecy that "sin has already gained eternal life" really about the black magic of eternal life?What does this have to do with notebooks?It's really puzzling.Also, where did that notebook come from, and how did something so dangerous fall into Ginny's shopping basket by such a coincidence?Now that I think about it, luckily I brought the notebook, otherwise Ginny would be lying here now! !

"It's your fault too!" Hermione interrupted my train of thought: "Obviously I found something wrong, but I still got my point...you self-righteous guy!!"

I was ridiculed as "self-righteous" by Miss "Know It All"...

"Cough... I don't know when I will be discharged from the hospital. I feel that I am really fine now—even if I feel weak all over, I can rest at home. Who knows how much it will cost to stay here for a few days?! Dumbledore Professor Lido said that I don’t have to worry about my homework, and that he will tell Professor McGonagall about the finals, hey, tell me, does he mean that I can skip the final exam!?”

"Good idea!" Hermione said hesitantly: "There are still two months until the end of the term! Maybe Professor McGonagall will give you some simple questions alone. As for discharge, Ron Weasley, you are sober It's not even 24 hours!!! Money is not money. Patients should not think so much!"

Harry followed suit:

"Yeah, Ro