Hogwarts lazy snake

Horn looked calm, as if the bombshell he had just dropped was just ordinary gossip. He glanced at the faces full of shock and confusion, sighed softly, and continued: "Voldemort's real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. He was in Hogwarts when he was a student, and he had already shown extraordinary magical talent at that time."

The ink in the notebook began to shrink, and then a line of words appeared on the blank page:

So you already knew who I was, and you also knew that I was the one who opened the secret room? Then why didn't you stop me from the beginning?

At this moment, Tom's face in the notebook was full of fear and confusion, but finally there was a hint of understanding, after all, Granger had had it for a long time.

It seems that although I don't know why Horn didn't stop himself from opening the secret room and releasing the basilisk.

When I set my eyes on Hermione again, I wanted to seduce her at first, but later, every time she used her power, I would cover her with the damn yellow paper.

Just stick with it after use, just like a scumbag man or woman who discards it after having a good time.

Pooh!

Hermione was so frightened that her face turned pale, staring at the notebook, as if she was staring at a ferocious beast that had been dormant for a long time and could suddenly attack and hurt people at any time.

When he thought about how he had placed it by the bed, "keeping it company day and night" with Voldemort hidden inside, a chill ran down his spine to his forehead, and he felt a chill in his heart.

She glanced at Carlotta in panic, but found that her expression was as calm as water. She did not show any panic at all. Instead, she was full of inquiry and her curiosity was beyond words.

Hermione was startled and asked hurriedly, "Carlotta, did you also know that Voldemort was Tom Riddle?"

Carlotta was immersed in thinking about why there was the mystery of Voldemort in the notes. She was like a curious baby, her heart and eyes full of curiosity and thinking. She was instantly brought back to reality by Hermione's sudden question.

She blinked, her expression calm, and she responded slowly, "Yes, I know Voldemort's real name is Tom Riddle, but why did he appear in the notebook? No wonder we haven't found him for so long."

At this point, she seemed to suddenly remember something of vital importance. A cold light flashed in her eyes. She suddenly drew out her wand, stepped forward quickly, and shouted at Horn: "Horn, get out of the way!!! If I don't destroy this notebook today, this should be where he hid it. Horn, quickly inform Dumbledore and Master Flamel!"

The magic wand trembled slightly in her hand, ready to strike, like a bolt of lightning about to strike, full of determination.

Harry was immersed in his own vortex of thoughts. The scenes of his "reunion" with his parents through the mysterious magic mirror in the past kept flashing in his mind like a kaleidoscope. Those blurry but unforgettable images were intertwined with the truth about Voldemort that he now knew, making him extremely confused.

Pain, anger, confusion, all kinds of emotions surged in his chest like surging tides, making him completely oblivious to Carlotta's actions and words.

His lips trembled slightly, and his voice was trembling uncontrollably. He asked loudly to Horn, "Horn! I must find out. Did my parents die at the hands of Voldemort - Tom Riddle? Also, did you know that he secretly opened the Chamber of Secrets? Or, could it be that you planned all this?"

As his emotions grew more intense, his voice rose unconsciously, and every question sounded like a heavy hammer, echoing in this silent space.

Carlotta was already furious, and Harry's abrupt interruption and sharp questioning made her even more angry, her pretty face flushed and her eyebrows raised.

She turned her head sharply, her eyes wide open, staring at Harry, and the wand in her hand, which was originally pointing at the notebook, also turned back. That posture was like an enraged lioness, ready to defend her "territory" at any time: "Hey, Harry Potter, why are you so loud? Did you ask? And if you said anything, how could Horn open the Chamber of Secrets? He is your friend, will he hurt you?"

"Besides, Horn almost died at the hands of Voldemort. How could he possibly help Voldemort!"

His words were full of resentment and indignation, and his sympathy for Horn was evident.

"what?"

"Horn nearly died at the hands of Voldemort?"

"When did this happen?!"

Ron, Neville and Hermione were all frightened by what Carlotta said.

Even Harry was stunned. Carlotta's words instantly extinguished his anger and doubts. All that was left was shock and confusion. He stood there, at a loss as to what to do.

Horn looked at the chaotic and ever-changing scene in front of him, and felt a headache coming on. He opened his mouth slightly and was about to speak.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control and the quarrel was about to break out, Horn took a deep breath and raised his voice, trying to penetrate the noisy waves: "Everyone, please be quiet for a while. Can you please listen to what others are saying before you start making trouble?"

The voice carried a certain unquestionable majesty, yet also revealed a strong sense of helplessness, just like a teacher facing a group of naughty and noisy students.

After the noise of the crowd died down a little, Horn spoke directly and explained that the Tom Riddle in the notebook was a part of Tom's soul that was separated when he was a student at Hogwarts.

Instead, he talked about the story of Voldemort, who later became famous in the British wizarding world.

Then he looked at Harry and told him how Voldemort killed Lilith and James because of the prophecy and betrayal. As for the rest of the things about the Horcruxes, Horn did not say it.

Harry stood there in a daze, as if struck by a bolt from the blue. The blood in his body instantly froze, and then endless sadness surged into his heart like a flood that broke through a dam, drowning him completely.

My eyes were red, tears welled up in them, and I couldn't help but think: Was my birth the cause of this tragedy? Was it that damn prophecy, like a curse, that ruthlessly tore apart the happy family that was supposed to be!?

Thinking of this, Harry felt the anger rising in his heart, almost burning away his rationality.

His eyes inadvertently fell on the notebook lying quietly on the table. In an instant, the scar on his forehead began to ache again, stimulating his temples to throb.

Harry's eyes were instantly bloodshot, like an enraged trapped beast. He held his forehead with one hand, pulled out his wand with the other hand, and raised his arm high.

The tip of the wand flashed with light, and with determination and hatred to kill, he roared: "I will destroy him! I will make Voldemort pay with blood! Ah——"

The voice was filled with pain and anger.

"Calm down! You can't even take one of my attacks, and you still want to kill Voldemort? Dream on, Harry Potter!"

Horn simply waved his hand and used a disarming spell to knock Harry's wand away, and knocked Harry out and hit the wall directly.

Horn indicated that this attack was intended to calm Harry down, and it was definitely not because of Harry's mindless questioning that made him unhappy that he disarmed Harry's wand and knocked him away.

Absolutely not!