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Chapter 80 No More Attacks Will Happen

Harry is in a bad mood right now.

He found that Riddle's diary was missing!

Ever since he communicated with Riddle last time and learned from his memory that the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets had already been opened once, and the suspect was Hagrid, Harry had been hiding it in his drawer.

But when he opened the drawer again today, the diary suddenly disappeared.

In the common room, Harry told Ron and Hermione about it.

"Is it possible that Riddle in the diary ran away by himself? After all, you haven't talked to him for more than two months." Ron speculated.

Harry was speechless.

"It didn't grow any legs, so how could it escape by itself? I think it might have been stolen by someone."

At this time Neville happened to pass by them, and Ron asked casually.

"Have you seen the diary in Harry's drawer, Neville?"

Neville acted like he was flustered, he stammered.

"No, no."

Then he left in a hurry.

Ron stroked his chin and looked at Neville's back with a thoughtful look.

"Neville's performance is a bit suspicious."

Harry said weakly.

"Come on, even if you tell me that the diary was taken by a house-elf, I won't believe that Neville stole it."

Ron shrugged, he was definitely joking.

Anyone could steal, but Neville would never, because he was too timid.

Hermione was a little absent-minded. She was holding a large tome, looking for something in it.

Harry and Ron turned to look at her and complained.

"You have been reading that book for three days, what are you reading?"

Hermione closed her book and glared at them over her shoulder.

"Looking at details you'll never notice."

With that, she stood up from her seat.

"I'm going to the library to return the books, do you want to come with me?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they both saw the same thought in each other's eyes.

"We're going out for a walk, but we're not going to the library. The Quidditch match is about to start. Wood and the others are still waiting for me to do the final practice."

They walked out of the Gryffindor common room together, before parting in the hallway.

The weather outside is not bad today, a good day for playing Quidditch.

Harry and Ron walked side by side, still chatting about the diary.

"Should I tell the professor about this?" Ron asked.

Harry shook his head: "What should we say after we tell the professor? It's just an ordinary diary and the professors won't take it seriously, but if we tell everything, what will Hagrid do?"

Even if he was slandered as the heir of Slytherin, Harry didn't want Hagrid to be suspected by others.

They walked down the stairs, and at the corner of the third floor, they suddenly saw two figures standing in the corridor chatting.

It's Professor Sherlock and Flitwick.

The contrast between their tall and short figures formed a strong contrast, and Sherlock even had to keep his head down when he was speaking.

Harry grabbed Ron's sleeve, and they hid on the side of the wall, hearing Sherlock's conversation.

"Are you ready for the final exam?" Professor Flitwick had always been concerned about Sherlock's teaching situation at Hogwarts.

These days Sherlock is busy with the Chamber of Secrets. Even though Dumbledore has learned who the heir of Slytherin is, he still doesn't know where the diary is now.

"I'm almost ready. The practical exam is easy to come up with questions. I'm preparing to write the test papers now. Because there are five sets of test papers, it will take some time."

"This time of year is always the busiest time, but it's good to finish this period, and the summer vacation will become very leisurely."

Then he said worriedly.

"It's just that the attack has not been solved, the murderer has not been caught, and I don't know if this year's final exam will go smoothly."

When Harry and Ron heard this, they both had a bad premonition in their hearts.

The two looked at each other in horror, and when they were about to jump out to stop, Sherlock had already spoken.

"It's been so long, there should be no more attacks." He thought about the conversation he had with Dumbledore in the office yesterday, "The murderer's purpose is not very pure."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he noticed Harry and Ron who jumped down the stairs with heartbroken faces.

He looked at the strange expressions on the faces of the two of them, as if they had swallowed cockroaches alive,
"What happen to you guys?"

Harry was crying. He was grieving for a classmate who was attacked next.

"No, it's okay Professor, we just have some stomachaches."

Sherlock looked at Harry, and then at Ron, who also looked pained.

"You two have a stomachache together?"

Professor Flitwick analyzed.

"It may be that I ate something unclean at the same time. If the pain is severe, it is better to go to the school hospital to have a look."

"No need for professor, we just have a little pain, and we will be fine in a while, there is a Quidditch match soon, let's go first!"

Harry and Ron fled in a hurry, leaving Professor Flitwick and Sherlock a little confused by their last words.

What is a little pain?
Harry and the others ran until the end of the corridor before stopping.

Ron pulled his hair and said in despair.

"It's over, it's really over now! Since Professor Forrest has already spoken, someone will definitely be attacked next time!"

Harry also paced back and forth nervously.

"The current situation is more complicated than before. Malfoy also encountered an attack, which means that the people who may be attacked are the students in the entire castle!"

"what should we do?"

Ron was a little at a loss, but Harry couldn't think of a better way. No matter how smart they were, they were only 13 years old, and their shallow experience made them wonder what to do next.

Just when Harry was at a loss, a familiar and unpleasant voice suddenly came from the ceiling.

"kill you kill you kill"

Harry gripped Ron's arm tightly.

"Did you hear that voice! Ron!"

Ron looked blank, he didn't hear anything.

Harry tried to follow where the sound came from, but the sound disappeared immediately, and he had no idea where it came from.

Harry's face became extremely ugly.

"It has already started. Every time someone is attacked, I will hear that voice. Professor Forrest's crow's mouth and that voice appeared together. Someone is about to be attacked now!"

(End of this chapter)