A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 74 Persecution
On Christmas night, the hustle and bustle fell silent, and the night shrouded Hogwarts Castle like a curtain.

In the ancient rune office, Felix opened the diary habitually, and had a conversation with the young Dark Lord inside.

For two days, he'd been trying to get him to talk about Salazar Slytherin, but he'd been dragged out of the conversation.

Tonight Felix decided to adopt a different tactic. He needed to carefully set traps for the young Dark Lord to step in by himself.

For this reason, he re-read many psychology books.

"A rather sensational event happened today," Felix wrote.

"What is it?" Diary asked with great interest. He has been quite distressed recently. After every communication, this shrewd professor would lock him up, which made him completely lose his understanding of outside information.

"The attack in the Slytherin Chamber was reported, and there was a lot of talk, and there were proposals to disband Slytherin House and strip Salazar Slytherin of all honor."

Felix felt like a giant spider, weaving its web elaborately.

Immediately, a string of flamboyant scrawls appeared in the diary, "Ridiculous remarks, absolutely ridiculous! Who is it? Is it Dumbledore! He has always been prejudiced against wizards from Slytherin."

Felix hooked the corners of his mouth, and he wrote in a wicked way: "It's not him, it's a woman named Rita Skeeter. She has always been known for compiling rumors about celebrities."

The name "Rita Skeeter" flashed on the diary, looking messy and hideous-he seemed to want to remember this name firmly.

In the diary, the young Tom Riddle was indeed furious. He couldn't help but wonder if the current atmosphere in the magic world had become so filthy?

After a long time, the diary asked: "And then? The Ministry of Magic will definitely not agree to such a ridiculous proposal!"

"Of course not, but this matter has caused a wide range of discussions at Hogwarts. Many young wizards have comments on Salazar Slytherin—well, it can be said to be extremely negative."

The diary couldn't help but write, "Salazar Slytherin is the greatest of the Big Four! However, later generations only judge him superficially based on his appearance and try to discredit him!"

Felix thought of the gigantic face in the Chamber of Secrets: an old, monkey-like face, with a long, sparse beard that trailed almost to the hem of his robes.

You know, it was carved by Slytherin himself, and the possibility of self-beautification cannot be ruled out.

It was hard for him to imagine what the real Slytherin was like, especially when he was always surrounded by snakes with long tongues.

Felix said relatively "objectively", "This is very telling. You know, people always reject things they don't understand, like Slytherin's Parseltongue."

"I couldn't agree more, Felix Heap, your views are quite insightful," praised the diary.

Felix explained modestly, "I have read some of Ravenclaw's manuscripts, and I can imagine that magnificent era just through a few words of description." He wrote with emotion: "The four most talented Wizards and wizards of all ages came together to usher in a new era in the wizarding world."

The diary echoed him, saying, "That was indeed a history worth remembering." His words became evener again.

But immediately, Felix commented intentionally or unintentionally, "I just don't understand why Salazar Slytherin suddenly broke up with the other three. It's really a difference of ideas? You must know that pure-blood thinking was not popular at that time .”

"And he secretly built the Chamber of Secrets, leaving horrible monsters in the Chamber of Secrets. I think—" Felix wrote word for word, "He is destroying his own efforts, which is a typical dark wizard style. "

In the diary, Tom Riddle couldn't help but refute him, "Maybe his Chamber of Secrets is not used to eliminate Muggle wizards."

"What else, Tom? Let me remind you that much of Slytherin's research was bloody and brutal, and it affected his character."

Tom Riddle continued to refute: "But he also unveiled the fog of truth for the latecomers. Look at his research objects, goblins, giants, dwarves, centaurs... His research results are enough to make wizards a group Pushing toward supremacy! It's only a small price to pay."

"Tom, are you his crazy admirer?" Felix wrote.

"No, of course not... just partially agreeing with his ideas, wizards and humanoids are different concepts, right?" Diary tried to make his tone more objective, "Besides, any judgment out of the context of the time It is hypocritical and stupid, and the moral standards of wizards in that era are completely different from those of today."

"What you said makes sense," Felix wrote, "but as far as I know, these precious magical materials have never been handed down, and whether they are 'great' is still unknown."

"That was indeed the 'greatest' achievement." In the diary, the young Dark Lord was clearly on top, trying to convince Felix.

"How do you know?" Felix smiled with confidence.

"I'm just guessing..."

"Don't lie to me, Tom! You know more about Salazar Slytherin than I thought, and you're way too protective of him." Felix began to close the net. "It makes me wonder if it was you who opened the Chamber of Secrets? You are the real heir of Slytherin!"

He wrote word by word, with the force that seemed to tear the paper, "I need an explanation, otherwise, I can only hand you over to Dumbledore."

In the diary, Tom Riddle was extremely nervous, and he hated this feeling of "being seen through".

After a long silence, a line of text emerged from the diary, "You think so? Do you think I lied to you? I thought——we have established a solid friendship."

Felix wrote calmly: "That's why I gave you the chance to explain."

From the perspective of the Dark Lord, as long as he doesn't reveal the fact of the Horcruxes, everything is fine.

The diary replied quickly and scribbled: "Of course not me, I'm Muggle-born, remember? I have nothing to do with Salazar Slytherin."

Felix was silent, he didn't reply any text, exerting pressure a little bit.

Tom Riddle in the diary couldn't stand it anymore, and he wrote again: "But... I have to admit that I did encounter adventures when I was in school. Yes, I got some advanced magical knowledge."

"Salazar Slytherin's?" Felix asked, breathlessly.

"—I guess so." The diary replied briefly.

"Tell me, Tom, where did you put it?"

The diary was silent, and the young Dark Lord was quite troubled.He wanted to refuse, but this professor was too sensitive, he was pushed into a corner, if he denied it, he would definitely be regarded as the murderer who opened the secret room—although he was indeed.

He hated his own powerlessness more and more, and tried his best to get rid of this predicament, which made the proud him almost go crazy.

But soon, he replied in a polite and calm tone: "That was 50 years ago, I found a rather magical room on the eighth floor of the castle..."

　This chapter is the game between the protagonist and Tom, which is full of misleading and lies, if you are interested, you can look for it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)