A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

　　 Malfoy sat on the sofa nervously.

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

　　 "Boom."

　　 Malfoy couldn't help but shake his body.

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

　　 "Diary...Professor," Malfoy said, his voice very hoarse, "I have to ask for forgiveness... I think I accidentally made a mistake."

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

"Yes... it's Potter and the others!" Malfoy's breathing started quickly. "A few weeks ago, I found out that they violated the ban, more than once! So I secretly followed and found them hiding in Myrtle’s territory. That's the girl's bathroom!"

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

"Yes, Professor." Felix's reaction gave Malfoy confidence, his nose rose slightly, "They must be planning something! Potters are always doing this, repeatedly breaking the school rules, and they don't need to be punished... …"

　　 It can be seen that he has a deep grievance at this point, and he keeps complaining about Potter.

　　 "Everyone is responsible for their actions." Felix echoed his words.

　　 "Yeah, Professor Haipu, you are so fair...If I say, very few people see his true face. Potter is reckless and arrogant, and that Weasley is inseparable from him, like a--"

　　 "Mr. Malfoy," Felix interrupted him, "Let's continue the topic."

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

"this is?"

　　 "A diary is also a very scary black magic item!" Malfoy said quickly, the expression on his face was half disgust and half fear.

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

　　 Tom Riddle, the name... Felix's eyes deepened.

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

　　 Malfoy lowered his head, Felix could easily see his platinum blonde hair.

　　 "And then, Malfoy? According to you, it can be regarded as your mentor and helpful friend. What caused your attitude to change?"

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

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

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

　　 The office fell into a quiet atmosphere.

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

　　 He flipped through it roughly, except for the first page where the name "Tom Riddle" was written in ink, the other pages were completely blank.

　　 Turned over to the back cover, printed with the name of a newspaper dealer on Vauxhall Road, London.

　　 "Mr. Malfoy," Felix said, "You mean, Potter and the others did it?"

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

　　 "Then what is their purpose for doing this? Have you ever thought about another possibility, for example, this diary is related to the recent secret room attack?"

　　 Malfoy's pale cheeks became whiter, he whispered, and Professor Haipu's light blue eyes looked at him, which made Malfoy feel that his careful thoughts had been seen through.

　　Subconsciously, he thought 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, this matter must never be known to his father, so he deliberately avoided him and trusted more. But Professor Snape who had a closer relationship with his family.

　　 As for whether it has something to do with Potter, he can't be sure, but is it not normal to trouble Potter?

　　 "Professor...I don't know, I have no memory of this." He said slyly.

"No matter what--" Felix glanced at him, "You made a wise choice. Slytherin adds fifty points. This is the limit I can do. Maybe we can go to Dumbledore together. principal……"

　　 "No, no, professor." Malfoy said hastily, and he stood up, "I only have one request. Can you keep me secret?"

　　 "Confidentiality?"

　　 "I mean, before finding out the truth, it's best not to mention my existence or tell my family. This will affect the Malfoy family's reputation."

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

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

　　 After getting permission from Felix, he left quickly.

　　 In the office, Felix quietly looked at the diary, tapping his finger on the arm of the chair.

"Da da."

　　His perspective has changed. In the black and white world, in front of him is a cloud of darkness that is thicker and deeper than ink. He carefully looked at ~www.NovelMTL.com~ but he found nothing except the darkness itself.

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

　　 A smudge appeared on the page.

　　 He waited quietly, but-nothing happened.

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

　　He took out his magic wand and pointed it on the opened diary page——

　　 "Show the secret!"

　　 "Urgently present!"

　　 "Magic Tracking!"

　　 "Status feedback!"

　　 After a series of attempts, the diary did not respond and lay there quietly.

　　 This thing in front of my eyes, absolutely uses extremely secret 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 dare not make a judgment, but magic creation...

　　 Why does he surpass me?

　　 Felix fell into deep thought, his fingers kept tapping the table top of the workbench, and the silent office made a "da, da" sound.

　　 I don't know how long it took before he finally stopped.

　　 Felix’s light blue eyes became extraordinarily bright, and he thought of a possibility, a possibility that made him tremble all over—

　　 Voldemort is the heir to the secret room left by Slytherin. It is most likely to be a descendant of his descendants. Therefore, Voldemort was able to open the secret room in Hogwarts when he was at school in Hogwarts.

　　What will be in that 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 protecting something.

　　 For example, Slytherin's top-secret research materials?