Snape's personal assistant

Seeing his wet clothes, Ron was in a hurry, "God, why are you so wet, why don't you change clothes and warm yourself by the fire. Are you going to spend your Christmas vacation in the medical wing?"

Still looking dazed, Harry managed to change into dry pajamas after Ron dragged him forcefully.

"What's this wet, rag-like thing?" Ron was holding the book Harry had just picked up.

It was only when Harry saw the diary that he came back to his senses, maybe the reason why Draco became strange could be found in it?It was a diary, and the traces of time on the cover told Harry that it was at least 50 years ago. He snatched the diary and opened it expectantly.On the first page, he could just make out one name in the smeared ink—Riddle.

"Huh?" Ron approached cautiously, looking over Harry's shoulder. "I know the name... Riddle won an award for special service to the school 50 years ago. That madman Filch asked me to wipe it off." A medal a hundred times a hundred times. But it's really strange, does someone have no toilet paper for a while, and use this book to wipe their ass?"

"Do you think someone would wipe their ass with a diary from 50 years ago?" Harry rolled his eyes, when will Ron's IQ come online.Turning to the back cover, one sees printed the name of a newsagent in Paxholt Street, London, "He must not be of wizarding blood, bought a diary from Whitcraft Street."

Ron lowered his voice and said in Harry's ear: "Well, I really don't want to wipe my ass with this diary. It must be painful. I'd rather just pull up my pants."

"It's strange, there's nothing in it." Flipping the diary, Harry couldn't find any writing.

"Harry." The bedroom door was pushed straight open, and Draco's anxious voice came from outside the door.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Harry immediately pinned the diary behind his back. He didn't know why he did this, but he just didn't want Draco to know the existence of this diary from the bottom of his heart, which seemed a bit of a coincidence.

"What's the matter? Draco?" He felt his throat dry and seemed unable to speak.

Those blue eyes looked at Harry's face suspiciously for a while, then lowered his eyes and said, "I've called you for a long time, but you haven't responded. I thought something happened to you." After finishing speaking, he straightened Staring at the Snitch in front of Harry's pajamas.

"Sorry, I didn't notice." Harry's eyes wandered away from those blue eyes.

"Hey, hey, this is Gryffindor's dormitory. Where did you get the password?" Ron waved his fist in dissatisfaction. "This is not a place where Slytherins can come, so hurry up and get out."

"You think so too, Harry?" Draco narrowed his eyes, ignoring Ron.

"It's not very good, maybe we have something to talk about tomorrow." Harry's voice became smaller and smaller.

With a cold snort, Prince Slytherin strode out of the corridor of the bedroom, with suffocating billowing silver-gray robes behind him.

"Strange, his robe is wet." Ron looked at Draco's back, scratched his head, and closed the door.

His robe is also wet?This sentence kept Harry up all night, tossing and turning.

Early the next morning, he found Hermione, and this Gryffindor know-it-all lady could always solve many things better.

Flipping the diary inside and out, Hermione pulled out her wand from her schoolbag: "Maybe it's invisible ink!" she whispered, "Reveal quickly.""

Nothing happened.

Undaunted, Hermione reached into her schoolbag and pulled out something that looked like a piece of bright red eraser.She rubbed vigorously on "January [-]st", but there was still no change.

"Miss Know-It-All, your arm strength is really amazing, but if you keep wiping it like this, the book will break." Ron teased, "Maybe Riddle just prepared a blank diary for Christmas, but he didn't want to fill it in."

"Do you think everyone is the same as you? Pay attention to your studies, ignorance is not a virtue." Student Ron was criticized by Hermione again, and he was hit on the head again by the way.

"She's really like Professor McGonagall, do you think everyone is like you, pay attention to study, ignorance is not a good thing." Afterwards, Ron emphasized, imitating Hermione's voice, "Harry, I see you Let's throw it away, this kind of broken book, even my family doesn't use it (Student Ron, you are wrong.)"

"Yeah." Although he said so, Harry hid the diary.Even to himself, he couldn't explain his reluctance to throw Riddle's diary away.

The more chaotic the mind, the more unable to see through the thread of the matter, Draco warned himself countless times to calm down.There are always few people in the library during the Christmas holidays. On countless nights, he went to the □ area to look through it, but he still couldn't find a clue.Harry's headache and the strange voice he heard, the Chamber of Secrets that Myrtle said, the mysterious monster in the Chamber of Secrets, and even the weird tail ring that he was injured, all these seem unrelated, but closely related.what exactly is it?And that idiot Myrtle, who actually told Harry about her weird behavior.Harry definitely doubted himself, yes, doubted himself, that day in the Gryffindor dormitory, Harry had a strange expression.

Once the seed of doubt is planted in your heart, it will slowly germinate without watering or fertilizing until it wraps around your heart.

Draco ruffled his platinum blonde hair irritably, continued to rummage through the half-height books, and crossed out the titles on the parchment in disappointment.Prince Slytherin's elegant image was completely destroyed. The dark circles under his eyes were more obvious on his pale face, and the blue-gray eyes were bloodshot. The Malfoy crest was also on one side.Draco didn't raise his head, he looked almost like a nobleman in the past, his smooth platinum hair was messed up, his neat neckline was ripped open, even the pins were hanging crookedly on one side,

"What made Prince Slytherin so irritable and lost his manners?" A girl's teasing voice came from next to my ear.