A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 75 Liars
It took about 10 minutes, and the diary told a story of "a green young man who encounters an adventure by chance".

When he was in school, he strayed into a room on the eighth floor of the castle.It was a huge storage room, filled with the treasures of young Hogwarts wizards for thousands of years.

"I inquired about it later, and it is rumored that they called this mysterious room the Flying Room, or the Room of Response." The diary wrote, "I got that part of the information from here—maybe it was a little wizard before me. Hidden."

Felix raised the corner of his mouth, and he wrote in his diary: "So, you didn't find Slytherin's chamber of secrets, but another hidden room? You found Slater in the hidden room—the room of Requirement Lin's research materials?"

A few words quickly appeared in the diary, "That's it."

Felix tapped his fingers on the table, thought for a while, and wrote in his diary: "Those research materials are still in the Room of Requirement? You didn't take them away?"

"I think - it's the property of Hogwarts. Before I graduated, I put them behind a big blistered, acid-splashed cabinet. It's easy to find. I remember the cabinet has A stinking five-legged monster. Next to it is an ugly-looking statue of a wizard," the diary reads.

Felix pursed his lips, trying not to laugh out loud.

Interesting, really interesting.

The conversation between the two of them is like a complex game, full of lies and misleading, it all depends on who is better.

Before that, Felix didn't expect to get the hidden room of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets from the diary at all. That was too unrealistic, and it was completely equivalent to self-destructing the identity of "the heir to the Chamber of Secrets".

His purpose today is actually to try to see if he can get one or two hiding places of research materials outside the school. This is also one of the possibilities he speculates, but the bigger possibility is that Tom Riddle has destroyed all the materials ——This was the last result he wanted to see.

Fortunately, the diary directly told him the room on the eighth floor.

It was not in vain for him to spend so much thought.

But Felix also had a hunch that since the diary chose to tell him, it meant that it was not important information—at least not important to the Dark Lord.

But he replied cheerfully in his diary, "Thanks, Tom, I'll check. If I misunderstood you, I apologize."

"I hope so." The diary replied calmly.

Felix wrote with some regret, "People don't know what kind of glorious era Slytherin's research results will create, so he has always been the evil image of the dark wizard, Tom, you did something right thing."

There was no answer in the diary, and the soul of Tom Riddle in it was about to explode.

And Felix added, "Slytherin and Gryffindor are simply two extremes. Godric Gryffindor's own evaluation is much more positive, fair, brave, and just..."

The diary poured out the next line of text in a disdainful tone: "That's just an illusion." He asked a sharp question, "Felix Hemp, guess, did Slytherin cause the most killings, or did he die in Granville?" More lives under Fendor's wand and sword?"

Felix's expression froze.

The diary seemed to have anticipated his reaction, and a line of intentionally bold sentences appeared on the page, just by reading the words above, one could see his teasing expression, "Yes, yes, history has always been distorted— —Gryffindor is a butcher, and more wizards died at his hands than the other three founders combined."

At the end of this conversation, the diary made no secret of its malice towards Gryffindor, "With a sword in one hand and a wand in the other hand, stepping on the bones everywhere, he became the most outstanding duelist of that era-this is Godric. Gryffindor!"

……

Felix closed the diary, his expression becoming elusive.

"Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor." He whispered the names of the former close friends.

Of course Felix didn't think that the diary was telling the truth, but he also didn't think that he would be full of lies. Judging from his tone and wording, there was still some credibility.

"I need a guide, preferably someone who witnessed it at the time." Felix suddenly thought of a name.

Ms Gray.

This beautiful, but usually very proud ghost of Ravenclaw College has another name-Helena Ravenclaw.

She is the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the four founders of Hogwarts-this is a secret, and Felix also learned about it through the bloody Baron by accident.

The love-hate entanglement between these two people could simply write a gaudy romance novel.

Felix pondered, although she was a generation younger, she could be regarded as belonging to the same era as the Big Four of Hogwarts, and she must know many secrets about the early days of Hogwarts.

On the other end, Harry was tossing and turning in his dormitory bed.

Whether it was the news from Malfoy, or Hermione's accidental consumption of Polyjuice Potion with cat hair, he couldn't sleep.

After midnight, Harry fell asleep in a daze, but he suddenly felt something stepping on his stomach, making him a little short of breath.

He opened his eyes to see a house-elf with huge bat-like ears and protruding green eyes the size of tennis balls.

"More than!"

Harry screamed softly, and he glanced around to see that the other roommates were still soundly asleep.

……

The next day, Harry and Ron came to the school hospital early to visit Hermione.

Just last night, they'd taken Polyjuice Potion to try to trick Malfoy - they'd always suspected that Draco Malfoy was the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets.

But something went wrong in the middle. Hermione's transformation object, Millicent, raised a cat, and she mistakenly threw the cat's hair into the potion as Millicent's hair, resulting in serious consequences.

Her face was covered with black hair, her eyes had turned yellow, and two long pointed ears protruded from her hair.

She was begging Madam Pomfrey to put a curtain around her bed when Harry and Ron entered the ward.

"Did you get any clues last night?" she asked in a low voice so that Madam Pomfrey would not hear.

"No." Harry said dejectedly.

"I'm pretty sure it was Malfoy," said Ron. "He wasn't telling the truth, he got mad at us when we asked him about the Chamber of Secrets, didn't he, Harry?"

"What's going on?" Hermione asked with interest.

Ron explained, "We acted like we admired him - it's hard to know, Crabbe and Goyle are usually goofy. We asked him if he knew something? But he jumped Wake up and warn us to shut up or we'll look good. I'm actually curious about that."

Hermione sighed, her long ears drooping down her head.

Harry glanced around, and whispered, "I've got something to gain here. Last night around midnight, that house-elf named Dobby came to me again..."

"Last night?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, you were asleep." Harry shrugged.

"Harry," said Ron knowledgeably, frowning, "I remind you that house-elves are extremely loyal servants, and their obedience to their masters is almost ingrained in their bones. I've never seen anything like yours." This kind of thing, this kind of—"

He couldn't think of an adequate description.

Harry said: "He was eccentric, but I think he respected me, yes, respect. He told me that danger still hangs over Hogwarts."

"And then?" Ron asked with a hint of interest.

"Then he banged his head on the railing like hell..." Harry said rather wordlessly.

　There are only two updates today, the author needs to conceive the plot.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)