Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

"A long time ago, there was a name..." Dumbledore took the diary from Gray's hand and began to check it.

"Riddle... I have... uh, a friend..." Neville glanced at the diary and spoke in a low voice.

"Friend? A diary?" McGonagall said.

"I would write on it... and he would communicate with me... He said his name was... Tom Marvolo Riddle."

"I remember this name. 50 years ago, a student named Tom Riddle should have helped the school solve some problems and won a special contribution award for this." Gray said, "I accidentally saw that in the prize display room Medal, I was thinking about what he did to win the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award. You must know that this award is rare, so I have some impressions of this name, but it all happened 50 years ago. I I thought it might have something to do with that."

"Your guess is correct, Gray." Dumbledore said, "That incident 50 years ago does have something to do with Riddle."

"Albus, you are referring to the incident before..." McGonagall was a little surprised.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, and moved to his desk to study the diary carefully.

Neville listened in confusion, his eyes constantly turning around, nervously waiting for what the three professors would do next.

"It seems like you like this 'friend' very much." Gray said.

Neville didn't expect Gray to start asking him again, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

"Yes...he...he understands me very well...and can help me remember a lot of things. I forget that sometimes...he will remind me..."

"Longbottom, I think I should also remind you that anything that comes from your own thoughts is dangerous, unless you know its origin very well!" McGonagall.

"Oh...yes...I'm sorry..." Neville, who had just calmed down a bit, was frightened by Mag's harsh tone and cried again.

"Then where did you get it?" Gray asked.

"In...in the common room."

"Common room? How could this thing be in the common room?"

"I...I don't know! I happened to need a notebook at that time...so I saw an empty notebook on the table...and I took it away..."

"Then do you know who kept this diary in the lounge?" Mag asked immediately.

"I don't know..." Neville was frightened by Mag's harsh voice and quickly lowered his head.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Longbottom." Gray approached and patted his shoulder, "Can you tell me more specifically? For example... why did you insist on taking away the diary that doesn't belong to you?"

Neville glanced at Gray, bit his lip, and finally choked out a sentence, "The crystal science course of... requires everyone to prepare notebooks..."

Gray recalled that during the first class, Neville clutched his notebook tightly.

"Okay...then...can you elaborate more?"

"Okay..." Neville calmed down and seemed to be sorting out his words. He paused for a moment and said, "After the opening dinner, Prefect Percy Weasley kept emphasizing that we must Prepare your notebook... But... But, the next morning I have... crystal class... I really can't find my notebook... In the morning, I saw a blank space on the table in the common room. This book...just it...I think...I'll use it first, and after class I'll ask its owner and give him a new one."

"But didn't you go to the lounge and ask who lost the diary? Didn't you return it to them?"

"No...no...it's my fault, I took something that didn't belong to me...but I later found the owner of the diary...I still have it..." Neville's tears welled up again, "That day in class At that time, I was writing on it, but the handwriting disappeared. Later I found out... It was someone who responded to me, and then I found out that his name was Riddle... He... He said that there was an owner of this notebook... Now he borrowed it Give me……"

"What happened next? Did something strange happen?"

"Since then, I have... been in a daze, getting more and more sleepy... The day Mrs. Norris was attacked... I suspected... that I was the murderer, because that day... there was blood on my hands. , but I can't remember what I did... I've always been afraid... I'm afraid that others think I did something, but in fact I didn't do anything... At least I don't remember what I did... Fortunately, Riddle comforted me I...just calmed down my uneasiness. If I hadn't been him, I might have been scared crazy...He...is a very good friend..."

"Unfortunately, Riddle is not suitable for being friends, Longbottom." Dumbledore slowly raised his head and placed the diary on the table. "This diary has been enchanted with dark magic. Sometimes, through communication with him, he He will erode your heart and soul in a short time, control you to do what he wants to do, and even take away your life."

"Dark... black magic..." Neville's face turned pale.

"Yes, how on earth did he show up in the Gryffindor lounge..."

"Professor Dumbledore, I think we can call Ginny Weasley and ask." Gray said, "A few days ago, I learned from my conversation with Miss Weasley that she happened to have lost a black This book—and it’s on the first day of school.”

Mag said with a straight face, "I'll call her over."