[HP] Blast! Word Small Universe

Compared with the warm Hawaii, Hogwarts in Scotland at this time is already covered with snow.The arrival of the Christmas holiday has made the school quiet, and the students staying at the school also like to hide in the warm common room to play chess or chat in this cold season.

"Hey, the snow has stopped outside." While Harry and Ron were sitting on the sofa in the common room playing chess, Fred suddenly said loudly to George, "Want to go out for a stroll, bro."

"That's a great idea!" George responded immediately.

Harry pushed his knight forward, and Ron immediately pulled out his king when he saw it. At this time, Ron's king immediately pulled Harry's knight off his horse.

"These two guys will catch a cold." Ron mumbled, glancing at the twin brothers who had already walked out of the lounge.

Harry was in no mood to deal with Fred and the others, because he was about to lose again.

Hermione was doing her homework on the side, and when she was about to say something, she sneezed twice and felt a little dizzy: "Oh, Ron, I think you two should- —Ah Choo—read the book carefully for a while, you have—Ah Choo—have played chess for a whole day."

Harry turned his head to look at Hermione, and suddenly noticed that Hermione's cheeks were a little red: "Hermione, it looks like you have a cold."

Probably in order to match what Harry said, Hermione sneezed, which made her mind even more dizzy.

Hermione put down the quill in her hand, thinking that she should go to the medical wing: "I think so, I felt a little groggy when I woke up this morning."

Harry dropped the chess piece in his hand: "I'll accompany you to the medical wing."

"Hey, I'm about to win!" Ron yelled as he watched Harry stand up.

Harry shrugged and said innocently, "I'm going to accompany Hermione to the hospital wing, she's sick."

Ron looked at Hermione's increasingly red cheeks, and gritted his teeth resentfully: "I'm winning one game, and today I won ten games against you, breaking the record."

Harry pretended not to hear Ron's words. He touched Hermione's forehead and found that her forehead was hot: "You have a fever, Hermione."

Ron put away the chess game, and Harry pulled Hermione up from the chair on the left and right.

Several people came out of the common room. When the cold wind blew outside, Hermione shivered, but she became more sober: "I feel much more comfortable outside."

Harry and Ron were blown by the wind and were terribly cold.

"Oh my god, it's really cold here, let's go quickly." Ron shrank his head and quickened his pace.

Several people came to the medical wing in a hurry. Madam Pomfrey took a look at Hermione's condition, and concluded that Hermione had a bad cold, and asked her to stay in the medical wing for one night before going back.

On the way back, Ron said, "I'm so jealous that Jane is in Hawaii now and doesn't have to put up with the damn weather here. It would be really nice if I could go to Hawaii in the winter, I'd be crazy happy. We can ask Jane to bring me some more food, maybe Jane is basking on the beach right now."

"It's night now," said Harry.

"Oh yeah, there's no sun," said Ron, "so maybe she's at some bonfire right now."

Just as the two of them walked up the stairs on the second floor, Myrtle screamed from the girls' bathroom, and then they saw Peeves jumping out of the bathroom, singing loudly while jumping: " Myrtle is a crybaby! A crybaby who gets thrown at all the time!"

Peeves didn't seem to notice Harry and Ron, for he quickly scurried into a wall and disappeared.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, and Harry walked towards the girls' bathroom: "Let's go and have a look."

Ron didn't have a good impression of Myrtle at all, and he didn't want to care about what happened in the girls' bathroom at all: "What's so interesting about it."

Harry pushed open the door to the girls' bathroom, only to see Myrtle crying.

Myrtle was no stranger to Harry and Ron, so she didn't ask them why they broke into the girls' bathroom, but just sat there sobbing and asked, "Are you throwing things at me too?"

"Why are we throwing things at you?" Harry asked.

"Don't ask me, I'm fine here, but people keep throwing things at me lately," said Myrtle. "First a book, and then Peeves."

"Book?" Harry asked suspiciously, "What book?"

"At your feet," said Myrtle, "a little girl helped me. This book got stuck in the toilet. I thought nothing could be worse than that, but another Pippi came. ghost!"

Looking at the wetness on the ground, Ron felt colder; "Let's get out of here."

Harry ignored Ron, he saw the book Myrtle said.He walked over and picked it up from the ground. It was a black cowhide book that looked tattered and completely soaked in water.

"Are you crazy? It may be dangerous." Ron wanted to throw away the cowhide book in Harry's hand, but Harry refused. He looked down carefully, and Ron said from the side: "You will feel it when you say it." Surprised, my dad told me that some of the books confiscated by the Ministry of Magic, one of them will burn your eyes out. Anyone who has read the book "The Wizard's Sonnet" can only use five lines in his life Doggerel speaks. An old wizard in Bath had a book that you could never put down! You buried your face in it everywhere you went and had to learn to do everything with one hand. And— —”

"Okay, I've got it." Harry ignored Ron's advice and opened the notebook, only to find a name on the first page: "Tom Riddle."

"Wait a minute, I know the name! Riddle won the Special Contribution Award to the school 50 years ago." Ron said, "Because Filch punished me for detention and asked me to wipe his medal. Fifty times. I don't understand why anyone would throw it away? And why is this diary here?"

Harry tore open the damp pages, trying to find something out of them, but the pages of the cowhide were completely blank, without any trace of writing.It was not until Harry turned to the last page that he saw printed the name of a newsagent in Vauxhall Road, London.

"Riddle must be a Muggle to buy the diary in Vauxhall Road," said Harry thoughtfully.

"Well, it won't be of much use to you anyway." Ron said indifferently: "Let's throw this thing away, it looks a bit dirty."

But Harry still didn't listen to Ron's advice, he stuffed the book into his pocket.