Hogwarts Pet Master

On the first Friday night of school, after so much, Kerry finally made up his mind to take action on Voldemort's diary. He thought that he had been defeated by fatigue in the previous few days, and he had to accompany this person to do it tonight. A holiday training culprit for good fun. At midnight, Kerry quietly took out the diary from under the pillow, then took out the quill and filled it with ink, and then wrote on it, I have a mythical beast, Zou Wu. The line of text shone on the paper for a second and then disappeared, leaving no trace behind. Immediately afterwards, a new line of text appeared. That's really congratulations. My name is Tom Riddle. How do you call me a student of Hogwarts? What grade are you in? Within a few seconds, this new line of text also disappeared. "Thank you. He is very handsome. His name is Woody. He likes to eat basilisks the most. I am in second grade. Who are you? Why can you talk to me through text?" Kerry wrote again. This diary has special magic, and the Basilisk is the most powerful magical creature in the world. It is impossible for other creatures to defeat it head-on. "You're so stupid. Zuowu is the strongest. Even the basilisk can't give him an extra claw." Fortunately, I have recorded my past in a way that is more durable than ink. I've always known that there are some people who don't want this diary to be read. The young Voldemort didn't seem to want to deal with Kerry's problem, so he directly said something to seduce the child. "Hee hee, here you go, you're the only one with only a soul left and you still want to seduce me." Kerry smiled contemptuously. "My son-in-law can go up and down, and he can travel thousands of miles in a single somersault. He is also proficient in seventy-two changes. The basilisk will stare at anything it does. If it stares too much, it will cause dry eye syndrome. It is useless at all." He continued Write a sentence. Fortunately, I have a way to record my past in a way that is more permanent than ink. I've always known that there are some people who don't want this diary to be read. The question that Kerry wanted did not appear in the diary, it just repeated the previous one. "My Zowu can also breathe fire. I like it best when he breathes fire and roasts the basilisk. The smell is really... tsk tsk tsk." The young Voldemort went crazy. Zuowu still has this ability. Is it because of the separation? In the past few decades, living things have evolved, but who wants to know these boring things? He feels that the wizard doesn't play his cards according to the routine at all. Doesn't he have any curiosity at all? Doesn't he want to know my glory as a senior? Deeds? "Well, you basilisk are you a scumbag in front of my family?" Let's not dwell on this question for now. I know some secrets of Hogwarts. Do you want to know? "What do you mean you are trying to escape?" The problem seems to be that you still think that Zuo Wu is not as good as the Basilisk. Hum, I won’t follow you anymore." Kerry wrote deliberately. The young Voldemort was anxious. It was rare to meet this student and he could not miss it easily. The diary immediately appeared: I also think Zuowu is the most powerful, he can go up and down, he can travel a hundred thousand miles in one fight, he is proficient in seventy-two transformations, he can also breathe fire, please tell me a few more words. I have been doing this for many years. Haven't talked to anyone anymore. "Are you stupid? I lied to children. You actually believe it. Judging from your words, I am sure that you are just a first-year student who has just entered school." "Goodbye, idiot." The young Voldemort was so angry that he exploded. However, he still kept his temper and slowly wrote what he wanted in his diary. Unfortunately, before the second word appeared, Kerry had already closed the diary. After closing the blank page, Voldemort's words continued to appear, but unfortunately there was no response, and the last vicious words appeared: I must let you die in front of me. Soon it disappeared without a trace. "Hehe, yes, yes, now he is so angry that he wants to kill me," Kerry giggled on the bed. On Saturday morning, Kerry originally thought he would take a good rest, but Wood appeared at his bedside and shook him awake. He looked at the alarm clock on the bedside. It was only 7 o'clock in the nightmare. He had to play Voldemort last night, but he didn't fall asleep until nearly 1 o'clock in the morning. "What are you doing, Wood?" he said happily. "Hurry up, wash up, change clothes, and train" Wood. Kerry looked outside the window again. It was gloomy and the fog covered the entire castle. It is estimated that birds will choose to fly in this kind of air. "Brother, this energy is too forced. You can't even see clearly." "I just want this effect. This kind of energy can better train everyone's tacit understanding." "Where did you learn the evil trends and evil spirits you heard? You don't know the fog." Inhaling too much will have a serious impact on the lungs." "Don't worry, I have prepared medicine for you, but it cost me a lot of money." Finally, Kerry was forced to get up from the bed, and the same tragic situation also appeared in on Harry. Ron looked at his two partners in a daze, and for the first time he had the idea that it was a good idea that he was not a Quidditch player. Along the way, Kerry also saw Quidditch players from the other three academies. It seemed that Wood's training method was passed down from the previous people. If he hadn't been a wizard, he would probably be so angry that there would be dozens more. When he returned to training, he had to be on the Gryffindor training ground. He also saw a lot of first-year students, including Ginny and Colin, whom he had met a few years ago. These wizards have just come to school and are curious about everything. After this year, they will not behave like this. "Hi, Ginny" Kerry and Harry greeted. "Hi, Kerry, Harry." It was normal for Ginny to call Kerry by her name, but she became shy when calling Harry. Today's girls mature prematurely, Kerry lamented. "Did you come here so early to admire our Seeker's heroic appearance on the field?" He grabbed Harry's shoulders and pushed him in front of Ginny in a playful manner. "No...no, I'm here to see my brothers." Ginny lowered her head, her whole face turned red. "Hi, Harry, Senior Kerry" came Colin's voice. He was different from Ginny. Although he was a little shy, he was familiar with girls, not boys. "Senior Harry, I heard that you are the first to break many years of tradition and become a Quidditch player as a first-year student. And Senior Kerry, I have borrowed your Quidditch secrets from other seniors. It's true. It's very well written..." Colin started talking non-stop, and Kerry decisively threw Harry out as a shield. What followed was a morning of painful training, and it was not until noon that Kerry dragged his exhausted body to the cafeteria. In the afternoon, Wood, the devil, continued to drag the players to the court. Kerry really regretted joining the team. If he hadn't been afraid that his grandfather would be in trouble, he would have quit now.