The little life of a platinum darling

Rewind time to the night before, before curfew.

Harry was lingering at the door of the ladies' bathroom at the end of the corridor on the second floor.This is where the first petrification event took place.

Feverret was suspected of being the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets, which made Harry unacceptable.In any case, Harry would never have believed that Feverret would do such a thing.So Harry decided to find out the real culprit.

But so far he has no clue.I can only go here first to see if there are any clues or the like.

Myrtle's loud and small cries came from the bathroom, and it seemed that all the faucets of the sink had been turned on, and water was gushing out.It didn't take long to overflow the bathroom, and the floor of the corridor was wet.

Harry hesitated, then stepped in.

"Who is it!" Myrtle screamed, rushing out of one of the stalls, "Boy! Don't you know this is the girls' bathroom?!"

"No," Harry argued, "I'm just a little..."

"A little curious?" Myrtle interrupted him, "Still a little bored? So do you want to find someone to bully?"

"Bullying? Why would you think that? I didn't…" Harry stared at her in surprise.

"Didn't you come here with such an idea?" Myrtle interrupted him again, "Didn't you come here to hit me with something? Yes, a few people together. Anyway, a Ghost, it hurts if you don't feel it! Hit your legs and score 10 points, hit your waist and score 20 points, hit your head and you win! Isn't that right?"

"Smash? Did someone hit you with something?" Harry asked her.

Myrtle's expression was very strange: "I'm sitting on the toilet in the cubicle. I'm thinking about life, and death. That thing just fell over and went through my head! It fell there! ’ she said, crying again, sinking into her own world, ignoring Harry any more.

Harry followed her gaze in the direction she said.It was a very old black leather notebook. It fell on a relatively high place, so it was not soaked in water much.Harry walked over to pick it up.On the cover was the name of the owner of the notebook—Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Harry didn't know the man, but he figured Fiverett might, because the name was in beautiful cursive on the cover, and it was usually Slytherins who wrote it that way on a book like this.

Harry took the notebook and went back to the Gryffindor Tower. The curfew was about to come, so it was best to go back quickly and go to Fiverett tomorrow.

After class in the afternoon, Feverret was blocked by Harry on the corridor back to the Slytherin lounge.

"Phivin, I didn't find you at noon, so I didn't see you in the hall just now, so I wanted to look for it here, try my luck. I have something to show you." Harry pulled him aside and started talking Looking for something in the bag.

"What is Saint Potter doing in the cellar?" A familiar voice not far away rang out with unknown emotions.

"Malfoy!" Harry stopped searching and turned to glare at Draco.

"A brave lion, why did it come to this den of poisonous snakes?" Draco didn't change his attitude because of his stare.

Harry withdrew his gaze from staring at him: "You don't have to worry about me." Even though he knew that Feverret was the younger brother of Malfoy in front of him, Harry still couldn't have the slightest affection for him, even if they They look exactly the same.

Draco twitched the corners of his lips, and gave him a disdainful look: "I said Feverret," his tone was not very good, "I advise you to spend less time with such people, otherwise if you become This rude and stupid look might be expelled like that idiot from last school year."

Feverret just felt a little helpless, "I apologize...Draco. But, Harry is my friend."

"You!" Draco pursed his lips and strode away without looking at him again.

"Did you argue with Malfoy?" Harry asked him, a little surprised.

"Hmm..." Feiwenruite replied with some helplessness, he didn't know how he developed into this state, and he didn't do anything except not listening to his warning.And Draco didn't seem to be a very assertive person, even if he was a little angry, he wouldn't be so angry.

Harry's expression suddenly became filled with righteous indignation: "What did Malfoy do? I'll teach him a lesson!"

"Harry! What are you going to do? It's just a quarrel, I can solve it myself." Feverett couldn't laugh or cry: "Didn't you say you wanted to show me something?"

"Ah!" Harry suddenly realized, rummaged in his schoolbag for a while, and took out a notebook with a black cover: "I saw this last night, I don't know this person, look at the way the name is written on the cover, I think He might be a Slytherin, so let me ask you," said Harry, handing him the notebook.

Feverret took the book, and Tom Marvolo Riddle on the cover jumped into his eyes.He froze for a moment, he didn't expect Harry to get the diary so soon: "It belongs to... a senior in Slytherin, I know him." He replied.

"That would be great," Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "then please bring it to that person." Harry didn't say where he picked up this notebook. As a boy, he really I'm ashamed to say that he entered the girl's bathroom.

"Okay," Favenret agreed, "Is there anything else?"

Harry shook his head: "I have nothing else to do, but Hermione asked me to tell you that you haven't been to the library for a long time, and she seems to want to talk to you."

"I see, I'll go find her tomorrow." Feverett waved his hand, said goodbye to Harry, and went back to the original path.

Looking at the notebook in his hand, he didn't expect the first one to come so easily.

But this seems to be Voldemort's biggest soul piece, definitely not as easy to absorb as the ring soul piece that has been placed in the dark underground for decades, slept peacefully for decades, and relies solely on illusion.It can also be seen from the original text that this soul piece has a very strong sense of autonomy, so if you want Voldemort to absorb him, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort.

"So, Fivenret," he heard Draco's voice as soon as he entered the dormitory, "you want to alienate me for the scar-headed stupid saint Potter, the golden boy savior of Gryffindor Does it matter?"

"Hey, Draco," Feverret felt his nerves swell all of a sudden, "I didn't mean that, what's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?"

"What's wrong with me? You ask what's wrong with me?" Draco stood up from his chair irritably, grabbing his hands to prevent them from throwing something or something un-noble.How the hell did he know what was wrong with him, how could he be like those annoying Gryffindors, who couldn't calm down no matter what.

Feveret took a few steps towards Draco, and frowned: "Well, anyway, I apologize first. I'm sorry, Draco, I didn't follow your kindness. But Draco, I think you need to calm down now."

Draco said nothing, but sat back in the chair again.He knew that he should calm down, what happened today was not in line with his past style at all.He has some good feelings for Feverett, but that's based on his excellence.But looking at it now, maybe he took Feiwenruite too seriously, which made him shake his emotions.He decided to write a letter back and ask his father, because now he has no clue about his problem.Perhaps his father could help him.

"Okay, Draco," Feverret sat down on another chair, leaning against the desk, "If you don't want to talk, then let's not talk about it, because we still have homework to do today, don't we?" he said Then he took out the parchment and started to practice drawing the magic circle on it. The thesis of the second grade did not have much technical content, and it was nothing to Feiwenruite at all.But the formation diagram is different. If you don't practice it often, the brushstrokes will be a little rusty, and accidents will easily occur when adding spiritual power to draw the formation.But now the formation he practiced was very complicated, but it was indispensable to help Voldemort fuse the soul piece. It could isolate the distracting thoughts of the outside world and greatly increase the mental strength of the person in the center of the formation.

Psychic energy is the most illusory, so the requirements for spells involving this aspect are always particularly high.Feiwenruite is not sure whether the current self can succeed, if not, he can only put the diary soul piece first, and consider fusing other fragile soul pieces first.