[HP] Noble

It must be admitted that at this moment, Scorpius was caught off guard by this diary that could write by itself.

——It’s not that the fact that this diary can speak itself surprised him so much. In fact, he certainly knows that there are such things as “artificial intelligence” in this world, but they are usually created by human technical engineers. When writing the program, the model is set and then uniformly instilled in some high-tech products-but obviously, the diary in front of me from 20 years ago has nothing to do with "high technology" anyway .

Not to mention the negative effect of the Muggle banishing spells around Hogwarts that they unkindly disable all electronic products that enter the school grounds.

Scorpius stared at the diary in front of him speechless for a moment.

He has seen Horcruxes, among which Hufflepuff's gold cup, Slytherin's pendant, serpent Nagini and Ravenclaw's crown have been in direct contact with. He even got Hufflepuff by accident. The legal right to hold the Gold Cup, so he has some understanding of these things-he knows that the Horcrux will bring some negative spiritual effects to the holder, but forgive him for being too naive in his life, he has never thought of a Horcrux Can actually have independent thinking ability.

But now, this diary doesn't look like a real thing, but like in a fairy tale, a living person was cursed by a witch and locked in a diary 20 years ago-this is very likely An accident, the Dark Lord probably never thought of such a situation when he made this Horcrux.

"..."

After a moment of silence, the black-haired Slytherin grabbed back the quill he had thrown to the edge of the table before, bit the tip of his tongue, and quickly followed the sentence that appeared automatically in scrawled handwriting: Who are you? ?

Sure enough, it didn't take long, after the diary absorbed Scorpius' ink again, soon, a new line of words appeared with the same beautiful notes under the sentence he had originally written.

[My name is Tom Riddle, and I am the owner of this diary. Who are you, and where did you find this diary?I thought no one would open it again. 】Scorpius thought about it, because he felt that the thing in front of him was too evil, and even using a fake name might cause some trouble, so he pretended to be crazy and directly skipped the self-introduction part, and poked it in the ink bottle with a quill. Stamped, and then wrote in the yellowed notebook in the still scribbled handwriting: Bathroom on the second floor, next to Myrtle's toilet—you should know about Myrtle, right?At that time, it seemed that someone wanted to throw you away. When I picked you up, you had been soaking in the water for a while. You probably couldn’t see your wrinkles, right?But it's okay, I picked you up and dried you up.

I have to say that when writing such a line, Scorpius was very deliberate in it-wasting time with a talking Horcrux in the middle of the night, and I feel very boring just thinking about it- Knowing that he couldn't do anything about it and it couldn't do anything about itself, Scorpius decided to have some fun with himself.

But obviously, his wishful thinking fell through.

The dark lord 20 years ago was as good-tempered as the legend said—at least he pretended to be that way—after receiving such a series of ridicule-like answers, he didn’t jump up and slap hard at him. Scorpius' face or cast of Avada Kedavra in written form on him, as a resistance to teasing, all it reacted to was the fact that the diary didn't come up with an answer right away - when in fact , Scorpius has been waiting for quite a while now, perhaps only less than 5 minutes, but for this silent late night, 5 minutes is extremely long enough.

Just when Scorpius thought that the other party would not answer him again, a short word slowly appeared in the diary——

【My pleasure. 】

"..."

The dark-haired Slytherin sitting at the table whistled like a punk.

When the final battle started, in order to find the crown of Ravenclaw, they had a conversation with Ms. Gray, the Ravenclaw ghost who had direct contact with Riddle—Ms. Gray is Ravenclaw's daughter Hai Lianna Ravenclaw is also the only person who knows the whereabouts of Ravenclaw's diadem.

Scorpius still clearly remembers that this indifferent female ghost once had such an unspeakable past with the young dark lord, and for all the evaluations of this man, she knew that she was cheated but she didn't seem to complain much The way he looked, he simply said: when he decides to make himself likable, he can do it better than anyone else.

This comment sounds very familiar, right?

Unfortunately, Scorpius doesn't have many specialties, and the most outstanding one is that he has excellent resistance to the kind of people with this kind of evaluation-thinking of this, the senior Slytherin sitting at the table couldn't help but He looked back at the platinum noble who was hugging his pillow and sleeping peacefully under the influence of the sleep spell.

Letting out a long breath, Scorpius is almost feeling a little grateful for his survival at this moment-this statement is not an exaggeration, and now he is almost grateful to Merrill for not allowing Draco to become the successor Dumbledore Lido's old lover and the third Dark Lord after the Dark Lord.

Scorpius believes that this is probably due to Draco having a perfect and spoiled childhood, which allowed him to develop a good habit of not being surprised by all novelties when he was growing up-because of this, Compared to Riddle, who was equally outstanding when he was young but apparently not having a smooth life, the future heir of the Malfoy family, who has striking similarities in certain concepts and personalities, is more in control of his "desires" good at.

Fortunately, he doesn't have that much ambition and is sensible enough.

Scorpius thought about it, and then he accidentally opened his mind and remembered Draco screaming and running wildly when he saw the Dark Lord sucking unicorn blood for the first time last year.

"..."

So one more thing to add—fortunately—Draco is more resigned to life—oh, that's a nice way of saying it, but to be precise, it's actually a bit timid.

Scorpius suddenly relaxed completely. He yawned, grabbed the quill, and was about to say something else. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the other party came to his door, probably waiting for Scorpius' answer. I got a little impatient to wait, and a new line of words appeared in the diary again——

[I guess, the person who threw my diary into the bathroom must be because he didn't want others to see some of the content in my diary. ] "...Wow." Scorpius stared at the line on the notebook for a while, as if he couldn't believe how things went so smoothly—he didn't even have to frantically organize his words to look like Naturally, the other party had already paved the steps for him, and the value of staying up late tonight was suddenly reflected. Scorpius raised his spirits and quickly wrote on the paper: What do you know?

[I know that some things have happened at Hogwarts recently. 】

A line of words appeared almost simultaneously under the sentence written by Scorpius.

When Scorpius' question disappeared on the paper, a longer line of writing slowly appeared——

[Just like what happened when I was at Hogwarts, it was horrific, but it was all covered up - someone paid for it with their lives, but the professors insisted on telling us that the girl was Suicide, in fact, as we all know, that girl is very timid, so small that she didn't even dare to kill herself. ] "..."

Scorpius has seen all sorts of words used to open up suicides, like "she's optimistic" or "her life isn't that hopeless" or "she talked to me yesterday about her I'll go to the library next week to return books" or something like that, but he's grown up so much, it's really the first time I've seen someone use "she's too timid to even kill herself" as an excuse to open up the dead to kill herself The accusation—and in these words, it is obvious that contempt or other subtle emotions are almost overflowing through a piece of paper.

But this also just shows that no matter how excellent a person's acting skills are, between words or writing, he will still inadvertently reveal his true side to some extent.

After thinking about it, Scorpius wrote: I'm surprised you know this, I bet it was Merlin's arrangement that I could find your diary.Something happened at Hogwarts, and some say the Heir of Slytherin opened the Chamber of Secrets - you know the Chamber of Secrets?

Scorpius' heart was beating wildly, which made his hands almost tremble as he wrote, and his force was so great that the point of the quill nearly cut through the fragile paper of the soaked diary--and At this time, Scorpius noticed that when Riddle answered his question, his handwriting had also changed from neat and beautiful at the beginning to obviously scribbled—it seemed that his mood had also become unstable at this moment.

This subtle change made Scorpius widen his eyes slightly in surprise, and the coolness came up from the soles of his feet. He looked around unconsciously, as if there was really an invisible ghost grabbing him right now. Quill and him are communicating silently through this diary face to face.

[They told us that the Chamber of Secrets is a legend that does not exist.But I know they lied.I was in fifth year at Hogwarts, and the Chamber of Secrets was opened once, and the things released from it attacked several students, and one of them died instantly, in the girls' bathroom on the second floor.Things were serious at the time, but the news was perfectly sealed up by Headmaster Dippet—compared to Headmaster Dumbledore, who often got himself into trouble, it was obvious that his predecessor was an expert in this area. Man can surpass him in social skills and solving public relations crises. 】Scorpius: "..."

The soul is divided into pieces, and I have not forgotten to instill in others the idea of ​​"Dumbledore is a fool". To some extent, this can be regarded as persistent "love".

The corners of his lips twitched, and Scorpius was a little thankful that the diary didn't have eyes to see him. Now he looks embarrassed, so that he can at least continue to perfectly play the "innocent, eager to know the truth" in the diary. A role like an innocent passer-by".

"This is terrible." Scorpius read silently, while writing the same words in his diary.

[Yes, it's terrible. 】

A line of words emerged.

Immediately afterwards, the next line of words also appeared.

[I didn't expect that after more than 20 years, the secret room would be reopened.It was a rumor indeed that the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets was not the Heir of Slytherin - in fact, anyone could open the Chamber of Secrets, and with a little skill they could easily unleash that monstrous monster. ] "Horrible-errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrible-monster?...well." Scorpius wrote in his diary, the question mark written round and funny, and when he typed the point under the arc of the question mark, it was because Excitement caused a little ink from the quill tip to splatter on the diary.

[That monster is not common, like the legendary Medusa, a pet of a witch or an evil god—ancient and evil.Back then, I didn't know how to deal with it, and I didn't have such ability, but after 20 years of precipitation, I'm sure I have mastered the method to kill that monster, but unfortunately I have lost the ability to act—— I've been looking for someone to do this for me for so many days, I love Hogwarts, I don't want to look at this place that is really "home" to me because of the bloody bloody monsters Destroyed once. ] Scorpius, who was sitting at the table, raised his eyebrows.

Very cooperatively wrote down on the paper pretending to be sincere and sincere: You mean, me?

【Yes. 】

"..."

Those who pick up junk can also become the savior these days.

[The process is complicated and involves the rituals of ancient witches - you need a lot of rooster blood as a weapon - the blood must be fresh.After confirming that you have enough blood, you also need a piece of milk thistle as a guide material to lure the monsters in the secret room. 】Rooster……?

Scorpius thought about it, and then remembered the day of cleaning, when Hagrid strode angrily from the end of the corridor carrying a rooster carcass. Annoyed by the mass death.

As for the milk thistle.

"Oh, damn it, Draco! You little liar!"

Frowning fiercely and muttering curses, Scorpius looked down at the diary. At this time, another pile of words appeared in the diary——

[I hope you can help me, a poor person who really loves this school but can't do anything now.It is not difficult to get a lot of rooster blood. I heard that there are some in the hunting grounds. The number is not large. If you kill them all, it may be just enough for ritual use-but you don’t have to be afraid, in exchange for bigger ones We always need some great sacrifice, and instead of appearing on the dinner plate, those roosters may be the key to saving the school - kill them, then take their blood to the bathroom on the second floor, set them on fire The milk thistle material, very simple steps, can completely kill that monster. ] "Oh, that's really nice to say." Scorpius sneered at the diary like a madman, and said to himself, "Of course the rooster can somewhat deter monsters—just live The rooster is what your baby basilisk is afraid of, and dead chicken or blood will only make it dance yangko with excitement..."

Just as Scorpius was cursing happily on his own, a sentence appeared in the notebook——

【Will you promise me? 】

Scorpius: "..."

He stared at the diary for a while as if he had seen a ghost.

A few seconds later, the senior Slytherin grabbed the quill and happily wrote below: "Okay, wait for me."

Then, he happily closed the diary in front of him.

……

After half an hour.

In front of the girls' bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts in the early hours of the morning.

There was a rush of cautious footsteps in the empty corridor, and the footsteps stopped in front of the door of the girls' bathroom—then, when the original silence fell into the empty corridor without anyone , the bathroom door opened automatically——

Leaky faucets dripped water into dirty, rust-filled sinks.

The wet bathroom floor was covered with a layer of filthy water just high enough to cover the top of your feet.

The door automatically opened a crack, and after a pause, a diary with a black cover suddenly flew out of midair without warning.

In the process of flying in a perfect arc, the pages of the diary opened and made a rattling sound.

Finally, with a "pop", the water splashed, and the black diary fell into the dirty water.

The bathroom door moved again, and this time, it was slammed shut with a merciless "bang".