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Chapter 69 Riddle's Diary
"Blood cursed orcs. A curse passed down from generation to generation."

The dim light illuminated the space in front of Sherlock's desk.

After finishing the second-grade class in the morning, he began to prepare for next week's class about snake-like black magic creatures. Except for teaching a class to the fourth-grade students in the afternoon, he stayed in the office to prepare for the rest of the time. with information.

Unknowingly, the sky outside had already turned dark, Sherlock stood up from his seat, and paced back and forth in the office to move his somewhat stiff body.

He didn't eat dinner, nor was he in the mood for it.

The current situation at Hogwarts is messy, although it was not caused by his own subjective will.

But the reason why it turned into such a mess is inseparable from his appearance.

Sherlock is not a self-sacrificing hero, but he still doesn't want to escape from the responsibility he should bear.

After traveling to this world, since he replaced the identity of the original owner and became a professor at Hogwarts, while enjoying the convenience brought to him by the original owner, he also had to assume the obligations that the original owner should have borne.

It is his duty and responsibility to protect this school and the children in this school.

Otherwise, to be honest, even if it was because of him, the original normal development of the story line had an accident, which caused Hogwarts to fail to solve the incident of the secret room, and finally closed the school.

That instead allowed Sherlock to stay away from this place as a matter of course.

But Sherlock felt that it was too low, and he asked himself that he couldn't afford to lose that person.

He can't solve the troubles he created by himself, and finally runs away. He is simply a coward among cowards.

So Sherlock has always been very concerned about catching the descendant of Slytherin, and almost told Dumbledore all the clues he knew from watching movie commentary in his previous life.

But in the current situation, those clues are obviously useless, and things are developing in an increasingly unknown direction.

Sherlock stood quietly in front of the window, looking out at the dark mountains outside, and muttered to himself.

"It has completely deviated from the original. It's too messy"

And at the same time, in the Gryffindor common room.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione discussed here for a long time with sullen faces, but they didn't come to any conclusion.

"Forget it, let's go back to sleep. We'll look for clues after the Slytherin succession, and see who is more suspected besides Malfoy."

They parted in the common room, and Harry and Ron walked back to their bedrooms together.

"Why haven't Neville and Seamus come back yet?"

Seeing the empty dormitory, Harry asked suspiciously.

Ron knew why.

"After dinner in the afternoon, I saw that they were captured by Snape. Snape's expression was very bad, as if there was something wrong with the potion they brewed together in the potions class last time, and they were arrested and punished." Going to deal with potion ingredients."

A moment of silence for Neville and the others appeared on Harry's face.

"Hopefully they will come back alive."

He sat on his bed tiredly, and before he lay down, he suddenly glanced at his desk from the corner of his eye, and at some point there was an old diary.

Harry sat up again on the bed. He walked to his desk with a confused face, picked up the diary, and asked Ron.

"Is this yours?"

Attracted by his words, Ron turned his head to look, shook his head and said.

"I haven't kept a diary." He shrugged and reminded, "I suggest you don't open it. There are many curses in the wizarding world that are released through books, just like the sonnets of the notorious wizard. .”

But at the same time he warned, Harry had opened the diary.

The old and yellowed pages inside were blank, without any words.

"This is just an ordinary book, not as scary as you said."

Ron was taking off the sweater he was wearing, and he was going to take a shower before curfew.

"Well, it may be that you accidentally took someone else's notebook in class. There is nothing written on it anyway. I guess the person who lost it will not look for it again. I'm going to take a bath, I hope to come back Don't get stopped by Filch while you're at it."

After speaking, he hurriedly left the dormitory, and Harry was the only one left in the room.

He sat at the desk and continued to study the blank diary by himself.

Ron's speculation was clearly wrong, as Harry discovered that the faded date on the diary's cover indicated that it was 50 years ago.

And the diary was not without words, and on the first page he could just make out one name written in blurred ink: Tom Riddle.

Turning back again, there is really not a single letter appearing.

Finally Harry turned to the back cover and saw printed on it the name of a newsagent in Vauxhall Road, London.

"Riddle must be a Muggle," Harry said thoughtfully to himself, "that's why he bought the diary in Vauxhall Road"

Harry took the diary and studied it for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out.

Then he yawned and went back to bed and lay down.

But before Ron or Neville came back for a long time, Harry sat down at the desk again in boredom.

He took out a bottle of ink, dabbed it with a quill, and wanted to write something in the blank diary.

However, his pen tip slid across the page, leaving an ink mark, but it quickly disappeared as if absorbed by the diary!

Harry's eyes widened.

He tried to pick up the ink bottle and drip ink into the diary, and the diary was like a dry sponge, absorbing all the ink that fell on it.

While Harry was in a daze at this miraculous scene, a line of black words suddenly appeared on the blank page of the book.

"Hello, you don't need to pour ink anymore, you can write in the diary and communicate with me."

Harry was excited, he felt as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

He picked up the quill again and wrote in his diary.

"Hello, my name is Harry Potter."

The diary also responded quickly.

"Hello, Harry Potter, my name is Tom Riddle. How did you find my diary?"

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

"I don't know why, but it just appeared on my desk."

"They wanted to lose me. Fortunately, I recorded my past in a more permanent way than ink. I always knew that there would always be some people who didn't want this diary to be read."

Harry became even more excited. He vaguely felt that Riddle in this diary must know about the Chamber of Secrets!

"What do you mean?"

He scribbled with such force that he tore the paper.

(End of this chapter)