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Seeing that Ginny's condition was slightly better, Dumbledore didn't waste any more time, and asked straightforwardly: "May I ask if Miss Weasley has a... well, I don't know where it came from. A book or notebook something like that?"

When Ginny heard Dumbledore's question, her face turned pale again. She was stiff all over, as if she was going to be scared to death the next moment.

"Wow!!!" Ginny burst into tears, frightened the biscuit that Camille had just brought in front of her. She didn't care much about how to deal with this matter. It would have endangered her girlfriend's safety, so she didn't give any attention to Professor McGonagall and that Ginny Weasley who walked in, and was suddenly startled by Ginny's burst of crying.

"I didn't mean to... woo woo... I... didn't mean to..." Ginny said intermittently as she cried.

"Ah, yes, we all understand that you didn't do it on purpose. It's possible to change it to anyone. You just happened to be unlucky. Don't be nervous. You didn't do anything wrong." Dumbledore comforted Jin Ni.

"Albus, what are you...?" McGonagall frowned and asked in doubt, and at the same time patted Ginny on the back reassuringly.From the beginning, she didn't understand what Dumbledore was doing, and Ginny's crying was also inexplicable to her.

Ginny sobbed in a low voice, seemingly unable to stop for a while, before Dumbledore explained: "You saw it too, Minerva, Sylvia and Camille just came and told me a very important news." He bent down and unlocked the locked drawer at the bottom of the desk, and took out a crumpled book that looked very historical, and its thin shape looked more like a notebook. Pass it to Meg.

McGonagall took it over, flipped through one of the pages, and before reading a few words, her brows raised high, she raised her head and stared at Dumbledore, in incredible shock, "Albus, this thing ...Are you guessing that he..."

"It's no longer speculation. Miss Camille saw Lucius slip a book to Miss Weasley under the guise of fighting Arthur during the summer vacation, and Miss Slytherin entered the Gryffindor dormitory earlier today. Feeling the wave of soul magic confirms the fact...Yes, Minerva, I'm sorry, but it's the truth—Voldemort made Horcruxes."

Ginny was probably frightened by the name 'Voldemort', sobbing in a low voice stopped in summer, hiccupped, and looked at Dumbledore in fear with her big brown eyes filled with tears.

McGonagall handed the old book back to Dumbledore worriedly, not wanting to read a single word, as if the words themselves exuded a dark and evil spirit.

Dumbledore turned back to Ginny, "That's a very evil thing, we have to destroy it before we have a chance to really destroy Vol...'that person', I hope you can help us." Voldemort's name was so frightening that Dumbledore kindly withheld it.

"Yesterday...it was a blank diary, I...I was curious, I wrote on it, and then, it chatted with me, and then, I...was dizzy yesterday, when I recovered, I was in the diary again Where Mrs. Norris had an accident on the third floor...I mean, the last time Mrs. Norris...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu etc...yesterday, yesterday too.. I think, Mrs. Norris..." Ginny said intermittently, trembling, but when she said that she might be the murderer who caused Filch's cat to be petrified, she couldn't continue, and she burst into tears again .

"I can understand that you should have been temporarily controlled by that notebook, and that's not what you did, Miss Weasley." Dumbledore reassured her patiently.

"Albus is right, that thing is a powerful dark magic item, anyone can be enchanted, so we need to destroy it as soon as possible, Miss Weasley, where is that notebook now?" McGonagall patted Ginny's back, but she had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, when Ginny heard that that thing would hurt people, and when the professors needed it now, she cried even louder, "I'm sorry!! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo , so scared after waking up yesterday , just lost it... sorry, woo woo woo..."

"No need to apologize, that's normal, can you tell me where you threw it?" Even though the situation was not optimistic, Dumbledore still had a pleasant expression and looked very calm.

"The women's room on the third floor, the women's room in Myrtle, that's the closest...I just threw it in and didn't dare to look, so I ran away..." Ginny calmed down a little under the comfort of the two professors. .

"Ah! That's really great, you know, not many people go to that toilet, and it's likely not picked up by others, you're doing well Miss Weasley, we'll take care of it next, don't worry. Dumbledore said, standing up from behind the desk, "You need to rest, Miss Weasley, and Professor McGonagall will take you back."

Ginny nodded, stood up and prepared to follow McGonagall.

"Please wait a moment." Sylvia, who had been sitting on the side without speaking, suddenly stopped Ginny. She stood up and walked to Ginny, bent down and looked at Ginny's face, "Wes Miss Lai, please take a look at me."

Under Sylvia's soft tone, Ginny stopped her instinctive dodge, looked up at this very beautiful Slytherin heir, her eyes were full of doubts, she looked at Sylvia's extremely beautiful silver blue Ginny immediately felt a pang of apology - what she had done before caused this senior to be suspected for no reason, but she didn't have the courage to stand up and admit it.

"I'm sorry, Sister Slytherin...It's me, but I didn't stand up and hurt you..." Ginny bowed her head and apologized sadly.

"It's okay." Sylvia didn't expect to receive an apology from Ginny. Although this and that foolishly believed in a self-aware magic item and made a mistake, she at least had the courage to admit her mistake , Sylvia accepted her apology, and smiled at Ginny, "It's not a big deal, go back and rest."

After Ginny and Professor McGonagall had left, Sylvia explained to Dumbledore: "Since I inherited the Slytherin family, I have been learning those ancient magics by myself, and I should be able to count as learning something by now. .”

Sylvia sat back beside Camille, took a sip of hot tea, and continued: "The eyes are the window to the soul. This sentence is really very useful in soul magic. I just took a look, Weasley The lady's soul should have suffered some damage, which is why her face was so pale. I think her hands and feet should have been cold for a while. Her soul power was slowly eroded. Fortunately, she lost the diary, otherwise the consequences It will become more and more serious, and the horcruxes that have absorbed her power will become more and more powerful. Judging from the situation in her eyes, it is still good, and there is no big problem if you rest a lot. I have to admit that pure blood Wizards do have some advantages in terms of souls."

Dumbledore nodded knowingly, "That's really great, I think that's the key to the resurrection of the Horcrux, I'd better go to that toilet now, if that diary is picked up by another little wizard It's troublesome."

In the end, Sylvia and Camille went with Dumbledore. After all, letting an old man over 100 years old break into the women's toilet alone seemed weird.

The women's toilet where Myrtle was located on the third floor made them feel empty. The floor was wet, and a few candle stubs were burning low on the brackets, emitting a dim light. The whole toilet looked gloomy.After searching for a while in the dark, there was nothing, the bathroom was very quiet, even Myrtle didn't know where she went, and there was no way to ask her if she saw anything.

Dumbledore frowned, and what he was worried about had happened-someone had already picked up the diary containing Voldemort's malicious soul fragments before they did.

The three of them didn't speak along the way. When they reached the stairs, Camille should have gone to the other side. It was almost curfew time. Just when Sylvia was about to say good night to Camille, Professor McGonagall hurriedly brought up the stairs from downstairs. Running up in a robe.

"Albus!" McGonagall called Dumbledore from a distance, her bun was messed up, which is unusual, and sure enough, Mag said in a trembling voice while running towards them: " There's another attack!"

Harry Potter, Gryffindor's second-year Seeker, left alone in the hospital wing after being visited by his teammates and Ron Hermione - Madam Pomfrey said he needed an overnight There are 33 bones growing out in between, and it is conceivable that it must be uncomfortable.

The sting from the hand and Dobby's sudden admission of the set-up made Harry nearly explode, but then someone walked in and Dobby quickly disappeared.First, he intercepted the letters his friends wrote to him during the summer vacation, and later he threw a cake on Aunt Maggie's head, which not only caused him to be locked in the room, but also received a warning letter from the Ministry of Magic, and even sealed off the platform for him to share with him. Ron couldn't get on the train and was almost fired because of Dobby!Actually ordered the Bludger to attack him this time? !Harry was very worried about whether the nervous elf was going to kill him directly next time, which saved Voldemort a lot of effort.

Lying back on the bed quickly, pretending to be in a deep sleep, Harry heard two footsteps, and then he heard the voices of Mr. Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, who were carrying something onto the bed— Another person has been petrified!

Madam Pomfrey was quickly brought over by Professor McGonagall, and Harry heard her gasp.

Hearing the professor say that the petrified man might want to visit him, Harry's stomach couldn't help but sink. He turned his head slightly, squinted his eyes and looked at the hospital bed next to him—it was Colin Creevey, that Don't know why he adores his freshman so much...

Until the professors closed the curtain for Colin and left, Harry didn't listen to what they said, and there was a sharp stabbing pain in his arm, but Harry felt a burst of joy—this was the punishment he deserved, and he On the field, Colin yelled at the boy angrily because he wanted to take pictures of him. Colin may have tried to visit him at night when no one was around, but he was petrified...