[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Myrtle quite happily agreed to Harry's proposal - about contacting Tom Riddle the next time she sees them, and it's clear that she's concerned about inviting Tom Riddle to share a toilet with her. Quite keen.

Ron thought his proposal was a complete waste of time (come to think of it, who would want to share a girls' bathroom toilet with Moaning Myrtle? Tom Riddle looked like nothing more than a pervert, but totally insane , he said), Hermione felt that since there were no other clues, it might as well try this.They showed doubts about Harry's earnestness, and they didn't understand why he cared so much about this ghost named Tom Riddle.

"Do you think he's the ghost that lurks in the dark and calls you Tom Riddle, Harry?" Hermione asked him, with a troubled expression on her face, "It's the one... who can send out only you." The ghost of the voice you heard? The voice you heard at the scene of Professor Quirrell's death?"

"He said that his name was Tom Riddle, and Isaac also told me that I must not be fooled by this man's words." Harry said, and then asked them, "How many unknown people in Hogwarts are there? The ghost of Tom Riddle? Of course they are one person, and we now know that he, like Hagrid and Myrtle, was a student here 50 years ago, two grades ahead of Hagrid, when A Slytherin prefect..."

"I don't know how many such ghosts there are - but there are many Tom Riddles at Hogwarts." Ron said, "If you count the two you know as one, then we have now found There are eleven Tom Riddles who have studied at Hogwarts, and no one can be sure whether they have any connection with each other, such as having the same ancestor..."

"They... what?" Harry paused for a moment, then repeated in astonishment, "Eleven? Where did you see that?"

"'Hogwarts Student List'," said Ron. "Hermione borrowed this book. It's not in the library. Professor McGonagall helped her borrow it from Professor Dumbledore from the headmaster's office. Listen Saying that this book adds new pages every year and will never be filled as long as Hogwarts exists, our book of admission and pen of acceptance is its author... this book is amazing, No wonder it's only in the Headmaster's office. Professor McGonagall really likes Hermione, doesn't he?"

Hermione smiled and took out the thick and heavy book from her bag, and showed it to him. Hearing Ron's compliment, she just gave him a reproachful look, obviously not angry.

Harry leaned over curiously, and they circled the freshman list and started their own journey to find Tom Riddle.

"There was one in the second session of the school. We saw it during your Quidditch training." Ron said, and Harry looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, he found a very old name, which made him He hesitated for a moment, becoming a little uncertain about his deduction.

"Any Tom Riddle is possible, and it is even possible that the ghost that harassed you is just a pseudonym." Hermione reminded him, "If he clearly stated that you are his "heir", then he is very old maybe. "

It seems reasonable to say so.Harry nodded thoughtfully, and asked them, "What kind of heir do you think? What do I want to inherit? In Hogwarts?"

"That's a bit hard to say," said Hermione, propping her chin thoughtfully. "The important thing is, why only you can hear it? Because you have special blood? Maybe you can ask your father."

"That's right, I'll try to contact him." Harry nodded and said, "But it may not be possible. Although Hedwig can always help me find someone to contact, my dad may be far away... When will magic phones be popularized in the magic world all over the world? Has no one discovered that cross-border instant messaging is too troublesome?"

Trouble is trouble, if you want to try, you can only use this method.Harry wrote the letter to Hedwig, sent it out, and waited hopefully for his father's reply.He also asked him when his uncle came to class this week, but unfortunately, after some memories, his uncle said that he had never heard his father talk about the special blood of his family, but he could hear others In terms of the inaudible voice, he gave him a suggestion.

"Your Headmaster Dumbledore is a brilliant tongue master," he said. "Why don't you consult him? Perhaps he'll know exactly what you're hearing. Totally silent telepathic speech is currently in magic The world doesn't exist, the other party must be speaking a non-human language, and you happen to understand it too... Maybe you have some special language talent when we don't know it, Harry?"

Harry thought it was a good idea, but his problem was that he hadn't actually mastered this inhuman language...he seemed to understand it only when he was listening, not knowing what he was actually hearing.

"Maybe we can make an appointment. You can come over every Wednesday night at [-] o'clock, listen to the language of other magical beings, and find out which race your hidden talent works on." Dumbledore said gently, "Understand It is very necessary for yourself, maybe it will solve your troubles easily."

Harry deeply agreed, and decided to come over every Wednesday night at eight o'clock to listen to different biological languages ​​and practice his brain.But when he had been away for three weeks and hadn't made any definite progress in his studies, he heard that voice again.

This time he heard the voice also in the corridor. He came out of the headmaster's office and was walking down the stairs to Gryffindor Tower.The curfew was approaching, and there were few people in the corridor. He suddenly heard that voice, which made his heart tighten suddenly.

"Damn thing...killed her...killed her..."

It's him again!Who is he going to kill again? !Harry's pupils narrowed sharply, and he ran forward in the direction of the sound without thinking.He wanted to find him, to stop him, and he couldn't just watch him commit crimes in Hogwarts again... He couldn't hurt anyone anymore!

There was no time to send rescuers and foreign aid, and it was too late to contact anyone. Harry chased after the sound and ran forward. Careless again, someone wants to die in such an unclear way...

Harry strode forward along the hallway, turned a hallway, and stopped abruptly, his eyes widening in disbelief at what was happening before him.

Myrtle appeared straight in front of him. Her body was no longer milky white, but had become charred and shriveled, as if her soul had been burned from the inside out, leaving only a pile of thoughtless ashes.

What kind of attack can make a ghost like this?Harry froze, unable to believe what he saw.And just when he was in a daze, another person suddenly came from behind him and came to his side quickly.

His eyes also fell on the pitch-black Myrtle for the first time, and he was silent for a short while.

"...Professor?" Harry swallowed Uncle Severus, and turned to look at him in surprise, "You showed up so fast...I mean, do you know what's going on? ? Myrtle?"

Severus Snape focused on Myrtle in front of him without turning his face to look at him, his voice was low.

"I think you can understand that after what happened to Professor Quirrell, of course the school will not take any measures, especially for you, Potter, whether as the legendary savior or the last witness at the scene, You all need to be closely observed." He said succinctly, "Contact the principal, I think he is still in school."

Harry nodded, and quickly ran to the public phone box in the next corridor to call the headmaster's office.When he returned from the phone call, he was surprised to find that Uncle Eli had also appeared beside Snape. Both of them were watching Myrtle closely with serious expressions.

"Uncle!" He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he couldn't wait to call out, and ran to his uncle, "You still haven't left after class! I heard that voice again! I chased after him, and then—"

"Corrected the paper you handed in, and there was a delay." His uncle nodded at him, stroking the top of his hair reassuringly, "found it in time, Harry, but next time don't risk it alone, if You're not sure if someone is secretly protecting you. That's dangerous."

I can't remember when I actually met it.Harry shrank his neck, belatedly aware of his recklessness.But let him do it again, he might still choose this way, he doesn't want to see someone being irreparably hurt because of his late arrival.

"What did you hear, Harry?" Uncle Eli asked him.

Harry recalled it for a moment, then recounted it truthfully: "He seemed to be saying... damn something... going to kill her..."

"This ghost?" Snape asked, frowning. "What could she do to offend others so badly, causing such a fatal disaster like dying all over again?"

"I don't know..." Harry said blankly, wondering casually, "It can't be because she wanted to invite Tom Riddle to share the toilet with her, and then an angry Tom Riddle made it like this... "

Uncle Eli and Professor Snape fell silent together suddenly, and they stared at him as if he was saying something impossibly crazy.Harry looked back at them blankly, not understanding.

"Okay, then there's the reason for the crime," said Uncle Eli, breaking the silence. "And the modus operandi—how did he do it, do you have any idea, Severus?"

"No." Severus Snape shook his head, "The one I know can pass through walls so as not to leave behind Harry to follow him all the way, that would be stupid."

"Hogwarts ghosts can go through walls too," Eli said. "So what is Harry following, a creature that can't go through walls? So where is it and how does it move around the castle?"

"There are not many creatures that can do such a thing." Albus Dumbledore's voice sounded, and they turned their heads to see that the headmaster of Hogwarts was walking towards them, and he still circled the surrounding corridors.

"Although there are not many, there are several. I can't determine the specific category. Each of them is more like a legend. But if it is Tom, I think this answer can be narrowed down."

"So what are we going to do now, Uncle?" Harry asked in a low voice, looking aside for a while.

"Investigate the scene." His uncle said, "everyone who walks through will leave traces, the first time, the second time, there will always be clues, the suspect Tom Riddle is the same, we will investigate the scene thoroughly today , can’t let him go on like this anymore. Let him understand whose territory Hogwarts is—from where to where, to go underground and reunite with the rest of him.”

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