The Son of Light of the Snake House

Daniel dragged a sofa and sat by the bay window of the Slytherin dormitory, spreading a lot of messy draft papers on it.

After thinking about it, he took out a notebook, which was the broken diary that Ginny handed him.

Although this book looks like it has just been dug out of someone's grave, it actually seems to hide a lot of secrets.After all, an ordinary notebook would not scare a little lady into such a bewildered look.

Aside from the signature "Tom Riddle", the diary is full of blank pages, and even anything that should have been recorded in the diary, such as: "Uncle Mike won't give me pizza today, I will later Not playing with him anymore" or "Aunt Mellie told me she was going to take me to the aquarium tomorrow, I'm so happy!" Nothing like that.

Daniel reached out and flipped through the pages of blank paper, examining them carefully, trying to find some little clue that might be hidden in the binding—of course, he found nothing.

At last he turned to the back cover and found the printed name of a newsagent in Vauxhall Road, London.Daniel stroked those words thoughtfully.

It seems that this Mr. Riddle should be a wizard from an ordinary family, otherwise he would not buy a diary from an ordinary newspaper.

Daniel took out his wand and tapped on the notebook: "Hurry up and show up."

The book does not move in the wind.

Daniel was not discouraged, he had other ways, but first, he might ask someone else.

Draco: "I don't know, maybe you should look up the living figures of the Ministry of Magic? Look at the date, it's only 50 years!"

Hermione: "Maybe it's a hidden spell? Try my eraser! It sells 2 silver Sickles in Diagon Alley!"

Harry: "In 50 years... would it be related to the Chamber of Secrets? After all, the Chamber of Secrets was opened 50 years ago. It's a pity that there is no record on it. If this Riddle took notes diligently, he would probably be famous forever? At least Better than that Lockhart."

It's just that when it came to Ron, his reaction was a bit strange: "Tom Riddle?" He made a strangely rising voice to indicate that he seemed to know a little.

"You know him, Ron?"

"Of course!" Ron blurted out, coughing in disguise again: "Before, I was cursed by the slug because of this wand—anyway, I spit it in the corridor and was caught by Filch to wipe the medal. , I saw that name, but I don't remember it clearly..."

"That's enough." Daniel smiled at him, Ron's face immediately turned red, and a few freckles became lively. "Thank you Ron, it was a great help."

"No, you're welcome." Ron stammered, and asked again: "How do you go to see it? Maybe you can ask him... Although he is very fierce, he still loves those medals."

Daniel held the book in his hand and pinned the quill to his ear: "Good idea."

After a short chat, Daniel successfully entered the medal room, and other friends who were eager to try, crowded the small medal room to the brim.

Riddle's polished gold medal was stored in a display case in the corner.It doesn't detail why it was awarded to Riddle.Just some text: "Riddle received an award for exceptional service to the school 50 years ago"

Although it gave very little information to a few people, it was better than nothing. Hermione also found an old medal of good character and a list of former boys' student union chairmen in the drawer, all of which had Tom Riddle's surname and name on it. .

"Riddle is still the student council president of Slytherin." Harry shook the yellowed parchment list in his hand and raised his eyebrows: "Maybe it's really what I said-he is the same as the one who was 50 years ago." It is really a coincidence that it is related to the opening of the chamber of secrets!"

"Sounds like he's Percy," said Ron, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Prefect, Head Boy - maybe first in every class."

"From the way you speak, it sounds like it's a bad thing to do," said Hermione in a slightly hurt voice.

Daniel silently recorded the information in his mind without saying a word.

...............

Now, the sun began to shine faintly on Hogwarts again.Inside the castle, the mood turned optimistic.

There have been no assaults since Justin and Nearly Headless Nick.Madam Pomfrey was pleased to report that the mandrakes had become moody and reticent, that is to say, they were rapidly falling out of childhood.

"Your Mrs. Norris will be back soon, don't be sad." Professor Sprout comforted Filch gently. She has always been so gentle and gentle, except when she met Professor Lockhart. outside of time. "The mandrakes have started to grow acne. When they turn better, they can be harvested. Let Professor Snape throw them into the cauldron, and they will become petrified antidote."

The heir of Slytherin might have lost his nerve, Harry thought.Now that all teachers and students in the school have raised their vigilance and are suspicious all day long, if they want to open the secret room at this time, the risk will definitely increase.Maybe the monster—whatever it was—has settled down now, ready to hibernate for another 50 years.

Daniel doesn't think so.

He has put down that notebook recently, and is going to take apart the binding when he has time to see if there is anything similar to a treasure map--treasure is a man's romance!

When he was free to write the thesis, Daniel also sorted out some information about monster petrification of humans. Originally, his petrification had a certain order, and it can be seen that his target choice changed from small size to large size, and then changed from quantity 1 It's 1.5, and his attack interval is about the same... so why the sudden stop?

Daniel was no longer an innocent child. Regarding the sudden stop of this heyday crime, he could only think of some unlucky thoughts except that the monster was caught by Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape.

Since the headmaster hasn't released the information about the monster's arrest yet, maybe it can only be said that the monster is suffocating and preparing to do something big.

But they don't even know the species and number of enemies, so how should they be careful?

Daniel could only secretly tell a few friends not to act alone and not to relax their vigilance. After all, the darkness before dawn might be the most terrifying.

It was at this juncture that Gilderoy Lockhart was at work again.

The author has something to say:

Staying up late to review...

If I am guilty, please confiscate my air instead of memorizing accounting entries for hours.

see you tomorrow!