Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 77 The House of Requirement

Hardy took a breath. "The glory of House Hagrid," he wrote.

"Continuing the content of the second and fourth reliefs, the letter refers to the irreconcilable bloody conflict between Muggles and wizards in the Middle Ages."

"At that time, it was Hagrid's ancestor, who led the four founders of Hogwarts, and jointly conducted secret negotiations with the kings of several major kingdoms. He even mentioned that Slytherin was his ancestor's student."

"This news has caused huge waves in the British wizarding world." Looking at the wildly dancing pages of the book in front of him, Hardy stopped writing.

But he quickly added, "According to Hagrid's letter, the establishment of Hogwarts was originally suggested by his ancestors, which completely eliminated the subsequent conflict with the Muggle world."

"Slytherin was a student of his ancestors? Oh, Rubeus Hagrid should probably become an internationally renowned writer." Riddle's handwriting began to become blurred and doubled.

"I don't know what you mean," Hardy continued. "Honestly, some people have privately questioned Hagrid's statement as lying, but most people don't think so."

"I know that person. Her name is Rita Skeeter. She's a reporter. She's been trying to dig out scandalous information about Hagrid, the Dark Lord, but there is still no conclusive evidence."

Hardy dipped his ink again, "I don't think she will live long, this stupid woman, Hagrid will use the Unforgivable Curse to make her disappear completely."

With a "stab", a page in Riddle's diary was torn open, making it hard to imagine how angry the other party was at the moment.

"What's the matter with you? Honestly, man, I really think of you as a friend to tell you so much."

Hardy sneered, "Besides, I also feel that there is something wrong with Hagrid's statement."

In the diary, Riddle's words were wild and scribbled, "Maybe I can help you, my friend, to expose Rubeus Hagrid, a shameless liar, to the world!"

"I don't understand..." Hardy laughed inwardly.

"As you mentioned, we are now friends," Riddle wrote, "and I have to tell you, actually, that I do know something about the content of the third relief. "

"If you want, I can take you to see it. In this memory of mine, there is something that happened once."

Hardy deliberately tapped the quill on the diary, making a large pool of circular ink marks, which would create the illusion of hesitation and entanglement.

"Are you hesitating? I thought what you said just now was true. We are friends now and can trust each other."

Riddle bewitched, "I just want to help you expose Hagrid's lies, there is not a single truth in his mouth."

"Ok."

After a while, Hardy "hesitantly" wrote two words in the diary.

In the next second, Riddle's diary seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and the pages flipped over.

It stopped on a page in mid-June, and then, like last time, the pages burst into fiery light like tentacles.

Hardy did not resist this time, but took the initiative to meet the call of the diary.

He felt his consciousness leave the single sofa, and fell headlong into the page, into a swirling color and light and shadow.

Soon, Hardy felt his feet hit solid ground.

He opened his eyes curiously, and the blurry scene around him suddenly became clear.

"It's an interesting trick. It seems that I have secretly attacked my soul just now?" Hardy thought to himself.

Consciousness entered Riddle's diary, and Hardy keenly felt that the other party was secretly plotting against his soul, trying to steal something.

snooping information?Or draw strength?None of this matters.

The important thing is that Hardy can feel that just because the other party has just come into contact with him, the punishment spell has firmly trapped the other party.

Everything is going according to plan.

All Hardy had to do next was to wait patiently.

It takes a little time for the punishment spell to be fully effective.

At the same time, I have to try my best to stabilize Riddle's soul fragments, so that it will not notice and resist during this period.

"This is..." Hardy controlled his throat and forced a trembling voice to say.

But soon, he realized that he was now on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle.

A tapestry of a troll hitting Barnabas with a club stands to his right.

"Da da", "da da"...

With the sound of small footsteps, Hardy turned around, just in time to see a boy about 16 years old approaching.

He wore his pointed hat, a silver prefect badge gleaming on his chest.

"Tom Riddle?" Hardy asked.

But the other party didn't seem to hear anything, directly penetrated Hardy's body, and walked to the opposite side of the tapestry where the troll beat Barnaba with a stick.

"It seems that in Riddle's memory, I appear as a bystander similar to a ghost." Hardy quickly made a judgment on his situation.

In the direction Riddle was going, at some point, a door unexpectedly appeared, which Hardy had never seen before in school.

Hardy followed the other party and walked in quickly. Behind the door was a place similar to a utility room, with strange and weird things piled up on the shelves in disorder.

Behind a pile of exquisite and luxurious vases, Riddle pulled out a huge parchment about the size of a British map.

He blew on the dust covered on it, and whispered softly, "Fortunately, it's still here."

As Riddle unfolded the huge parchment like a carpet, Hardy stepped forward quickly, and immediately recognized the things on it.

Rubbing version of the third relief in the Chamber of Secrets!
"It seems that Tom Riddle does know the true content of the third relief. After destroying the original version in the secret room, he hid the rubbing version in this magical room?"

Looking at the room in front of him, Hardy thought of the Room of Requirement that had been mentioned by Hogwarts students all the time.

It is said that it was most likely built by Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the founders of the school.

In addition, Hardy also heard Dumbledore mention this when he first interviewed for the professorship.

When the other was young, he once took a wrong turn on the way to the bathroom.

Then I accidentally entered a magical room, which was filled with all kinds of exquisite and luxurious chamberpots.

Hardy leaned in front of Riddle, trying to see clearly the content on the rubbing plate.

At this moment, he once again felt Riddle's small movements behind his back——

The other party is trying to get in touch with his own soul, perhaps in order to consume his soul strength in a way of cannibalism, and at the same time quietly strengthen himself.

But the other party doesn't know, this will only speed up the process of the penalty spell taking effect.

Hardy can already vaguely feel that some bad things that originally existed in his body like tarsal maggots are slowly being pulled into the opponent's soul.

When those bad things completely left Hardy, it was the time when Riddle's soul fragments were completely reduced to sacrifices.

In his heart, Hardy was looking forward to that moment.

(End of this chapter)