A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 67
Malfoy sat restlessly on the sofa.

Felix sat across from him, and first brought him a cup of hot cocoa, "Sweets make people feel happy." Then, he waved his wand, causing the black book to float and land on the small table between them.

"Boom."

Malfoy couldn't help shaking.

"It seems that your experience is extraordinary, would you like to talk about it?" Felix said in an encouraging tone.

"Diary...Professor," Malfoy said, his voice very hoarse, "I must ask for forgiveness...I think I made a mistake unintentionally."

Felix looked at him with light blue eyes, "Go on."

"It's...it's Potter and the others!" Malfoy's breathing became rapid. "A few weeks ago, I found out that they violated the ban more than once! So I followed behind secretly and found them hiding in Myrtle's territory, That's the girls' bathroom!"

"Myrtle's place..." Felix repeated his words.

"That's right, Professor." Felix's reaction gave Malfoy confidence, and the tip of his nose flushed slightly, "They must be planning something! The Potters always do this, and they violate the school rules repeatedly without any punishment... ..."

It could be seen that he was deeply resentful about this, and kept complaining about Potter.

"Everyone is responsible for their actions," Felix echoed him.

"Yeah, Professor Hemp, you're so impartial... I'd say very few people see him for what he really is. Potter is reckless and arrogant, and that Weasley is with him like a—"

"Mr. Malfoy," Felix interrupted, "let's continue what we were talking about."

"Okay, okay, Professor. Potter found me, and I ran away in a panic. When I went back later, they had cleaned up all the traces, but I found this..." His eyes fell On the black book.

"This is?"

"A diary, and a very scary dark magic item!" Malfoy said quickly, with a look of half disgust and half fear on his face.

"I thought it was left by Potter and the others. It might be someone's diary. But I found out that it belonged to a man named Tom Riddle, who was a former senior of Slytherin. I can still talk to him, he Taught me a lot..."

Tom Riddle, that name... Felix's eyes darkened.

"So, you concealed its existence? I think the professors emphasized more than once, don't believe these things that hide your mind."

Malfoy looked down, and Felix could easily see his platinum-blond hair.

"And then, Malfoy? According to you, it can be regarded as your good teacher and helpful friend. What is the reason that made your attitude change?"

Malfoy showed a look of memory: "In the first few days, everything was normal. But after that, things changed. I found that I sometimes appeared in inexplicable places, and when I wanted to think, I always subconsciously forgot about it ...Also, my robe, schoolbag, and skirt were covered with chicken feathers at some point, and I never touch those things!"

"Later today, I don't know why I appeared in a remote corridor on the fourth floor of the castle. When I realized it, I saw Potter running away from me."

"I think," Malfoy lowered his voice, as if his previous words were prepared for this moment, "this is a trap aimed at me..."

There was a quiet atmosphere in the office.

Felix played with his wand as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he bent down and picked up the diary with his free hand.

He flipped through it roughly, and except for the name "Tom Riddle" written in ink on the first page, the other pages were all blank.

Turned to the back cover, there was printed on it the name of a newsagent in Vauxhall Road, London.

"Mr. Malfoy," Felix said, "you mean, Potter and the others did all of this?"

"It's possible, Professor—" he said slowly.

"Then what is their purpose? Have you thought about another possibility, for example, that this diary is related to the recent chamber attack?"

Malfoy's pale cheeks became even paler, he murmured, and Professor Hype's pale blue eyes looked at him, which made Malfoy feel that his little thoughts had been seen through.

Subconsciously, he thought that this diary was related to the secret room.

He wanted to put things in the hands of a reliable person, but he didn't want to cause trouble - God knows what he did when he was unconscious, and his father must never know about this, so he deliberately avoided him. But Professor Snape, who is more closely related to his family.

As for whether it was related to Potter, he couldn't be sure, but isn't it normal to cause trouble for Potter?
"Professor... I don't know, I have no memory of this." He said slyly.

"Anyway—" Felix glanced at him, "you made a wise choice. Fifty points for Slytherin, that's as far as I can go, maybe we can go find Dumbledore together headmaster……"

"No, no need, Professor." Malfoy said hastily, he stood up, "I only have one request, can you keep it secret for me?"

"Secret?"

"What I mean is, before finding out the truth, it's best not to mention my existence, and don't tell my family. This will affect the reputation of the Malfoy family."

Felix looked at him. "Okay," he said.

"Thank you Professor, if there is nothing else, I will go first."

After getting Felix's permission, he left quickly.

In the office, Felix quietly looked at the diary, tapping his fingers on the armrest of the chair.

"Da da."

His perspective changed. In the black-and-white world, in front of him was a dark atmosphere thicker and deeper than ink. He looked carefully, but he found nothing but the darkness itself.

Felix came to the workbench, thought for a while, took out the quill, and dropped a drop of ink on the diary.

A blob of stain appears on the page.

He waited quietly, however—nothing happened.

Felix: "..." Is my operation wrong, or Malfoy didn't make it clear?

He took out his wand and pointed at the open pages of the diary—

"Show the secret!"

"Hurry up!"

"Magic tracking!"

"Status feedback!"

After a series of attempts, the diary lay there quietly without any response.

The thing in front of me definitely uses extremely secretive production methods.

Even he couldn't find out the problem for a while.

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old Voldemort has this ability?If it is the category of black magic, he still does not dare to make a judgment, but magical creations...

Why does he surpass me?

Felix fell into deep thought, his fingers kept tapping on the desktop of the workbench, and there was a sound of "da, da" in the silent office.

After some time, he finally stopped.

Felix's light blue eyes became extraordinarily bright, and he thought of a possibility, a possibility that made him shudder——

Voldemort is the heir to the Chamber of Secrets left by Slytherin, and there is a high probability that it is one of his descendants. That's why Voldemort was able to open the Chamber of Secrets with Parseltongue when he was studying at Hogwarts.

What will be in the secret room?
Is it just a basilisk that has survived for thousands of years?

This is too wasteful, but another way of thinking, maybe it is guarding something.

For example, the top-secret research materials of Slytherin?

(End of this chapter)