Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 70 Really?I do not believe

After bidding farewell to Professor McGonagall, Hardy went straight to his lounge. Since Christmas night, he hasn't had a good night's sleep until now.

He didn't want his first Christmas break teaching at Hogwarts to end up exhausted physically and mentally.

"Hadi, now you have to lie on the bed, adequate rest is for better work." Hardy hinted to himself.

He walked briskly through the corridor, but when he was about to return to the lounge, a figure he didn't want to see walked up to him.

Gilderoy Lockhart.

At this moment, the other party was looking down at a completely blank page while muttering something.

Hardy wanted to avoid him quietly, but by coincidence, Lockhart raised his head at this moment, and then said in a drawn-out tone, "Aha, Professor Ollivander, how are you—"

A perfunctory smile appeared on Hardy's face, "Merry Christmas, Professor Lockhart, what are you holding?"

"You mean this?" Lockhart shook the blank page in his hand, "I don't know which careless little wizard left it in my Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Lockhart walked up to Hardy with a strong smell of perfume, "Professor Ollivander, you came just in time."

He opened the diary in his hand, pointed to the blurred writing on the first page, "Can you help me find out, which grade is the little wizard TM Riddle on it?"

"All over the diary, except on the back cover, which bears the name of a newsagent in Vauxhall Road, London, and that's all I see."

Lockhart made no effort to hide his dislike, "To be honest, this diary is really tattered. Perhaps, TM Riddle's family situation is very tight."

Not noticing the sudden change in Hardy's eyes, Lockhart continued to grumble, "But, I have to say, this student TM Riddle is very lucky."

"I'm still thinking about returning this tattered diary to him. If it were an individual professor, it might have been thrown into the trash can long ago."

Suddenly, Lockhart raised his voice, "Ah, sorry, Professor Ollivander, I'm not criticizing any professor, I'm not that kind of person."

Hardy didn't listen to a word of Lockhart's long nonsense, his eyes were fixed on the diary in the other's hand.

TM Riddle, this name is too familiar to Hardy now.

Almost without thinking, he realized the real owner of this diary——

Tom Riddle!
Hardy didn't know why the other party's diary suddenly appeared at this time point. Looking at its tattered cover, it was clearly something from 50 years ago.

But there must be a reason for things to happen. There is a voice in Hardy's heart that keeps reminding him that he must be able to find other discoveries in this seemingly blank diary.

"Professor Lockhart," Hardy interrupted the other party's chatter, "if possible, you may give me this diary, and I will help you find its real owner."

Hearing that, Lockhart's eyes lit up immediately, "That's great, Professor Ollivander, if you find this classmate TM Riddle, please tell him, there is no need to write me a thank you letter. "

"Thank you letter?" The corners of Hardy's mouth rose slightly, thinking that it is your style, "I will emphasize this point, Professor Lockhart."

Handing the dirty and tattered diary to Hardy, Lockhart walked away in a good mood, rejoicing as if throwing away a hot potato.

And Hardy looked at the tattered diary in his hand, and the previous exhaustion was swept away in an instant.

Inside the alchemy professor's lounge.

Hardy spread out the completely blank diary on the table, and was holding his wand and bowing his head in deep thought.

With his keen sense of smell for alchemy products, he could clearly feel that unusual fluctuations were brewing in this tattered diary.

In the British wizarding world, there has never been a shortage of some extremely weird and dangerous books.

According to Hardy's travels, one of the books confiscated by the Ministry of Magic burned people's eyes.

There is also the book "The Wizard's Sonnets". Those who read it will be specially cursed, and can only speak in five-line doggerel for the rest of their lives.

In addition, it is said that an old wizard in Bath has a book that people can never put down once they see it, and they bury their faces in the book wherever they go, and can only learn to do everything with one hand .

Tapping the table with his fingers, after casting a few defensive spells on himself, Hardy officially began to test the diary.

"The completely blank pages of the book cannot be ruled out to be written with invisible ink."

Hardy tapped the diary three times with his wand. "Come on," he whispered.

no response.

The next second, under the effect of the Flying Curse, a piece of visible eraser fell into Hardy's hands. He wiped "January [-]st" on it, but nothing appeared.

In the next 10 minutes, Hardy used several common manifestation spells consecutively, but none of them achieved good results.

In the lounge, Hardy flipped through the blank pages.

Finally, he took a new bottle of ink from the drawer, dipped the quill in it, and let a drop of ink fall on the first page of the diary.

The ink shone brightly on the paper for a second, then seemed to be sucked into the paper, disappearing without a trace.

The corners of Hardy's mouth raised slightly. After performing Occlumency, he filled the quill with ink again.

Then, with a few rough horizontal lines, "TM Riddle" was crossed out, and his name was written instead.

But soon, the diary, which had been silent for a long time, responded for the first time.

The few rough lines crossing out "TM Riddle" disappeared, and the name Hardy later wrote on it disappeared.

Words suddenly ooze from the paper that Hardy never wrote, in his very ink.

"Hello, Hardy Ollivander, this is my diary. My name is Tom Riddle. How did you find this diary?"

The writing disappeared quickly, too, but only after Hardy began to scribble.

"In the trash can." Hardy flicked the quill in his hand, and began to test the diary, "Some people think this tattered diary is useless, and the trash can is its best home."

After writing, he waited for Riddle's reaction with a playful expression.

"How ironic, I've always known that there are always some people who don't want this diary to be read."

"What do you mean?" Hardy scribbled deliberately, pretending to be excited and tearing the paper.

"I mean, this diary contains some terrible past events, some covered up past events, some past events that happened at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Really? I don't believe it. Honestly, I'm here right now," Hardy scribbled.

"I'm at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft. Terrible things keep happening here. Do you know the Chamber of Secrets left by Slytherin? And its heirs."

In the diary, Riddle's answer quickly surfaced, but just halfway through it, there was no further text.

Hardy thoughtfully poured a little more ink on the paper, so that the entire text could be revealed.

"Of course I knew about the Chamber of Secrets. In my day, the professors told us it was a legend, something that didn't exist, but that was a lie. I knew everything."

"If you want, I can take you there," Riddle wrote. "You don't have to read what I wrote. I can bring you into my memory and let you know the truth."

Just as Riddle finished writing, a strange white light bloomed from the blank pages, like countless tentacles, trying to pull Hardy's consciousness into it...

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