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"Albus, did you find that diary in the toilet just now?" Professor McGonagall lowered her voice, but couldn't hide the strong worry in her tone, Harry heard Principal Dumbledore sighed answer.

Journal...? !Harry's heart sank again.

Time went back to yesterday, that is, Friday, after senior sister Sylvia issued a statement at night, Harry and his good friends Ron and Hermione did not go back to the dormitory directly, but went to the third floor, the key to the shielding of Norris* The place where the word * happened, I want to say that I want to find out some clues.

Harry's summary of their actions during the night was basically that they broke into the women's bathroom, met Myrtle, and when they came out, they were deducted points by Ron's brother Percy, and Hermione quarreled with Ron and got angry Run away - Hermione hadn't been very willing to talk to Ron until now.

But if it comes to the diary...Harry remembered the old notebook. When Myrtle inexplicably began to cry, Hermione and Ron ran out first, and he was the last one to see in the dim candlelight. When he reached a corner of a book, he didn't think much about it. He picked it up and saw that it was just a blank notebook. At first glance, it seemed that there was no name written on it, and the size was suitable, so he stuffed it into his pocket and took it away.

Professor McGonagall said, the toilet and the diary, is that the one?Listening to the reactions of Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore...it seems to be a serious matter?

Harry hesitated whether to get up now and tell the professors that he might have the diary they were looking for, but then it occurred to him that the diary might have something to do with the recent attack, and he didn't want to tell the professor at all. They said he could hear strange noises, and both Hermione and Ron said that was not a good thing.If he handed over the diary now, the professors would ask him a lot of questions that he couldn't answer, and Harry knew his lame concealment would make him look even more suspicious.

Just at this time the professors left, Harry also breathed a sigh of relief, and stopped turning his rusty brain. He decided to go through the blank diary by himself when he returned to the dormitory tomorrow before deciding what to do.

Maybe the location of the secret room or other information is written in the corner of a certain page!In this way, he can wash away the suspicion directly, can't he!

Early the next morning, Harry was dug up by an early Pomfrey *masked keyword*, she held his arm with one hand and tapped his wand in the other, watching When it was time to go down, the tip of the wand revealed green light, Pomfrey *shielded keyword* nodded in satisfaction, "Okay, you can go!"

Harry jumped out of bed, quickly put on his school uniform, and listened to Pomfrey *masked keyword* muttering outside the curtain, "The next time you encounter something like this, don't say anything, come and find me quickly Even with a broken leg, you have to crawl over! I said that Lockhart is unreliable!"

When I ran to the dining room, it was too early, there were not many people in the dining room, and Harry couldn't take care of breakfast. All he could think about now was to go back to the dormitory and find Ron and Hermione to tell them what happened last night and him. The thing about the diary I saw.

Running wildly all the way, but the moving stairs of Hogwarts are really inconvenient, Harry just missed a step, and it moved to the other side.

In desperation, Harry had no choice but to take another long way, and when he finally returned to his dormitory in Gryffindor Tower, out of breath, only Neville was left in the dormitory, still looking for another sock.

"Ron? Oh! He's been out for a while, he was supposed to wait for me, but... I just can't remember where I put the other sock. Last night..."

Normally, Harry would be willing to help Neville find things together, but today his mind was all on that diary, and he didn't even care to listen to Neville muttering there.

Harry put on an appearance of "I'm listening, you continue to talk", and accurately pulled out the very suspicious diary he picked up from his chaotic desk.

"I just came back from breakfast..." Harry anxiously wanted to be alone so that he could read the diary, but he felt that it wasn't too good to leave Neville alone in the dormitory, sweating all over his face. Seeing another sock of a different color hanging on the suitcase Neville opened, "Hey! Neville! You can wear that one, although the color is different, um... red and yellow, I think it's good!"

Unconsciously, he showed an encouraging smile. Although Harry himself felt that his smile was stiff and weird, but luckily Neville didn't notice it. He hesitated for a few seconds before accepting Harry's suggestion—wearing a pair of unmatched The socks just went out.

As soon as Neville left, before the door was closed, Harry couldn't wait to sit down in front of his small desk. After finally sweeping out a small piece of the tabletop, he carefully flipped through the diary from the beginning to the end. ——There is nothing, this is a completely blank diary.

Maybe write on it?Anyway, it looks like a blank notebook.Just as he was about to write something, the ink dripped from the quill. To Harry's surprise, the drop of ink seemed to seep into the page. In the blink of an eye, The page was blank again.

Harry hadn't regained his senses, and a neat and beautiful word appeared on the blank diary: "Hello." After a few seconds, the word disappeared again.

Harry regained his energy, sat on the chair and twisted, thought for a while before writing: "Hello, I'm Harry Potter, who are you?"

"I'm Tom, Tom Riddle..." The cursive words soon appeared on the notebook.

After chatting for a while, after Harry told Tom of the recent Chamber of Secrets attack, Tom showed him a fragment of the past in a strange way that Harry couldn't explain-even if it wasn't stated explicitly, Hagrid in the fragment screen He raised a huge spider privately, some students died, and Hagrid was expelled... This series of hints, Harry is not an idiot, of course he knows that Tom is implying him that Hagrid is the one who let the monster out .

Now Harry knew clearly that there was something wrong with the diary!

Miss Slytherin has explained that the monsters living in the 'pet room' are snakes, and Headmaster Dumbledore agrees with this view, and he also heard that Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall are looking for a suspicious book. Journal.

With a bang, Harry closed the diary and carefully hid it under the pillow. Thinking it was not safe, he took it out and hid it under the mattress again.Harry finally decided to wait for Hermione, Ron and the others to come back from breakfast, discuss with them before deciding whether to take it to Professor McGonagall.

Harry wasn’t the only one who rushed out early in the morning. Hermione and Ron, who agreed last night to go to the medical wing to pick up Harry from the hospital and have breakfast together (yes, in order to pick up Harry from the hospital, they Finally got to talk to each other yesterday) When I arrived at the medical wing in the morning, I was told by Pomfrey *masked keyword* that he had left.

"Harry must have had breakfast in the auditorium already!" Ron said with certainty, his eyes were dazed with hunger, and he couldn't care less about running around looking for Harry, besides, where else could he go if he didn't go to the auditorium for breakfast at this time!Although Hermione was a little worried, but after thinking about it, she agreed with them to go to the lobby first.

They walked to the lobby on the first floor and found that Harry was not here, but at least they sat down for breakfast under Ron's begging.

"Harry likes this, I'll help him get some!" Ron quickly filled his dinner plate, then took another plate with a pile of pies and sausages, and prepared to take it back to Harry later.

Just when Hermione was frowning and was about to stop Ron from stacking the fifth pie on Harry's dinner plate, flocks of owls flew in from the top window of the auditorium—it was time for the morning delivery!

Now Hermione didn't have time to look at Ron. Like all the students in the auditorium who had a little bit of demand for the safety and quality of their food, she was busy protecting her breakfast while a bird flew towards her She took down her order of the Daily Prophet from the owl's lap.

Hermione put the fee into the small cloth bag on the owl's lap, and before she even had time to open today's newspaper, she heard the sound of panting, squirting milk, and coughing from food... all kinds of things Weird sound, the last time something like this happened was the morning when Senior Sylvia inherited the Slytherin family overnight!

Hermione quickly spread out the newspaper she had subscribed to, and the big headline read, "First in the world! A 14-year-old wizard successfully resisted wolf's poison and won the Medal of Merlin Third Class!"

"Merlin's beard!!" Ron leaned next to Hermione, and yelled after reading a few lines, because the '14-year-old little wizard' written in the newspaper was the famous grumpy boy of Gryffindor College' Black Lion' Miss Camille!

"That's great!" Hermione, who had long known that Camille was a werewolf wizard, also screamed. Of course, she screamed happily for her senior sister's achievements.

The little wizards in the entire auditorium stared at Camille, their eyes filled with distrust and disbelief just like Ron's.

But at this moment, a silver-gray streak flashed in front of everyone, crashing into the arms of Camille who had stood up, and when everyone saw clearly who it was, there was another burst of gasping and the dropping of a knife and fork in the auditorium. A falling voice—it was Miss Sylvia Slytherin, a celebrity of Slytherin House!

Being hugged tightly by Sylvia rushing over, Camille showed a rare sincere smile, as if the rain had passed, and looked at the Gryffindor students nearby, everyone seemed to realize that Camille actually grew up She has black hair and golden eyes, and her sharp and three-dimensional facial features seem to have been shaved off when she smiled, and her whole person suddenly changed from sharp to gentle.

An owl flew to the dining table in front of Camille, with a letter and a small package tied to his leg, tilting his head and looking at the two people hugging each other in front of him.

"Ah...it's a bit late..." Camille muttered softly, and his men gently pushed Sylvia away, freeing up their hands to take things.

"Someone sent you something?" Sylvia asked curiously, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Well, it's a little later than expected, but it's okay, it's not too late." Camille pretended to be calm and took the small package, which was from the Merlin Sirs.

Camille took out a beautiful small box made of pure black velvet fabric from the package. She didn't open it, but handed it to Sylvia directly, looking to the side, her tone a little embarrassed, "This is for you, um... .Happy birthday..."

Of course Sylvia remembered that today was her birthday, but she didn't expect that Camille would prepare a gift for her. She took the exquisite little box and opened it in surprise—it was a shiny medal with the words " Sir Merlin'.

Sylvia covered her mouth, tears fell involuntarily, this fool...she gave her all the good things about herself.