Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

However, when she reached the stairs, she suddenly discovered something very strange.

"I seem to have overlooked something!" She frowned, "I seem to have missed something very important..."

She stepped back according to her original route, and finally discovered where the sense of disobedience came from: there was a black hard-cover book stuck in another corner of the wall.

It looked like it was left by some careless student.

She began to feel lucky that she had chosen to take the Care of Magical Creatures course first. After all, if she had just finished the ancient runes course, she would not have been so kind to help put this notebook away - she would have handed it over non-stop and was extremely exhausted. into the hands of Professor Snape, and then let this careless little wizard enjoy Professor Snape's venom spray.

She was amused by her description, and finally put the notebook away in a good mood.

There was no one in the dormitory. Cloney opened the first page of the diary to see if there was any information about the owner of the notebook. Fortunately, the owner of the notebook did write his name on the inner page. .

T. M, Riddle. It says.

"Okay." She sighed, "It's someone I don't know."

She was about to close the book and go to her class first, but the book seemed to have its own consciousness and she suddenly turned to the second page.

Clooney thought this action looked familiar.

"Hello." A line of ink stains appeared on it, "I am Tom Riddle, and this is my diary."

Then the line disappeared.

Very interesting - this is very similar to the pattern of the Q&A manual I made.

Clooney tried lightly scratching the footer with a pencil. The scratch quickly disappeared and was replaced by a huge question mark in the middle of the diary.

"?" Diary replied.

"Hello." Clooney confirmed that this would not damage the diary, and she wrote in it with confidence, "How can I contact you?"

"Contact me?" Diary replied, "You may not be able to contact me."

"If I can't contact you," Clooney wrote patiently, "then I won't be able to return the diary to 'you'."

"I mean, maybe I don't need it now."

"I wonder if you've heard of me."

"It's just a little alchemy from my student days."

"Perhaps, you should be very famous in school." Clowney wrote, "But I have never heard of your name."

"After all, that was thirty or forty years ago, I guess." Diary replied, "That's normal."

"You can keep me here," it said. "If you don't mind, maybe I can give you some help."

Clooney raised her eyebrows, but she did become a little interested in this notebook - it looked much more advanced than the question and answer book made by Clooney, and could communicate with people very smoothly - even under certain circumstances. To the extent that she can express her own wishes - at least the fixed language in the book she gave to Harry is: My master is Harry Potter, please return me to him.

But - this is just a small episode.

Crowney closed the book and put it aside.