[HP] My lovely little prince

Ron was dying of myrtle, but there was nothing he could do.

"So, who hit you with something?"

Harry felt as though he had indeed gone a little too far.

"I don't know, I was sitting there, and there was a guy, thinking about my own business, and then a book went through my head."

Myrtle pointed to a place casually, and Anna saw a soaked and soaked notebook on the wet ground, with a black cover and a thin cover.

Harry stepped forward and wanted to pick it up, but was dragged left and right by Ron and Anna.

"Are you crazy!"

Anna was waiting for Harry, she didn't know what Harry was thinking, how could he have no common sense in the wizarding world!

"what happened?"

Harry really didn't have much common sense in the wizarding world.

"This may be dangerous." Ron agreed with Anna's approach, so he helped Anna speak together.

"What's the danger? It's just a notebook."

Harry didn't know why.

"Harry, you have to know that in the wizarding world, there are too many unknown risks. Sometimes, a book can kill your fragile life,"

Anna's expression was very serious, which made Harry a little nervous.

Carefully using the Levitation Charm to hang the black book in the air, several people walked out of the bathroom. Just as they walked out of the door, the three of them heard Myrtle crying louder and louder inside: "I'm already dead, the living Isn’t there enough time, don’t leave me a little bit of cleanliness when I die!”

The three of them quickened their pace, wishing they could leave here on a flying broom.

When they arrived at the Gryffindor Tower, the three people realized that they had not put down the notebook while floating all the way.

Anna stopped at the door, Harry and Ron were looking at her: "What's wrong?"

Anna waved her hand: "Go back first, I'm going to find Professor McGonagall. If this is an ordinary notebook, then I think Professor McGonagall will be willing to return it to that classmate, and solemnly tell that person, don't If there is a problem with this notebook, Professor McGonagall, as a good witch, will solve the problem very well. Anyway, this notebook is a girl's bathroom. Yes, it’s not appropriate for you to come forward after all.”

Harry still looked at the notebook with some reluctance, but what Anna said was very reasonable, besides, the two boys, how could they explain that he picked this up in the girls' bathroom.

Ron dragged Harry back to the lounge first, and Anna floated the notebook all the way to Professor McGonagall's office. It happened to be the time for Professor McGonagall to take a break. She was sitting at the desk wearing glasses, serious Revising the students' papers.

Professor McGonagall smiled when he saw Anna, and then took off his glasses: "Miss Marceau, what can I do?"

Anna walked into the office and bowed slightly to Professor McGonagall when she reached the edge of the table: "Hi Professor, it is like this, when I was returning to the Gryffindor tower tonight, I overheard the administrator Mr. Filch's yelling, based on the recent situation, I was very worried, so I wanted to go and see what happened. Of course, it was a false alarm, but because of some things, Myrtle caused the corridor to be full of water. .”

Professor McGonagall subconsciously stood up when he heard Filch yell, and then he was slightly relieved because of a little problem with Myrtle, and sat down again.

"I went in and chatted with Myrtle for a while, and then I realized that someone rushed into the bathroom and smashed a booklet on her head. I think this behavior is in any way. It's not very polite, so I brought this booklet here, I hope you can find this student and return this booklet."

Anna spoke in a very polite manner, and Professor McGonagall nodded slightly when she saw that she had been floating the black book with her wand: "Nice floating spell, Miss Marceau."

"Thank you for complimenting the professor, but this booklet was soaked on the floor of the bathroom overnight, so...sorry, I'm a little clean freak."

Anna didn't say anything else, but used some other topics to cover up her actions.

Professor McGonagall cast a quick-drying spell on the black book, and then put it on the table: "Okay, Miss Marceau, I will take care of the ownership of this booklet, now hurry back to the dormitory."

Anna smiled and bowed slightly again, then turned and left.

Mag didn't take this booklet very seriously, but continued to grade the students' papers. After all the homework was graded, he opened the cover of the booklet in an unhurried manner, trying to find information about its owner. clues.

Then on the first page, there was a vague name: "Tom Riddle."

Professor McGonagall stood up immediately in shock. She didn't know that Tom Riddle was Voldemort.

She didn't know why Voldemort's notebook was in the Hogwarts bathroom, but anything about Voldemort was no small matter!

Mag carefully floated the black notebook with his wand, and then hurriedly found Dumbledore. Originally, Dumbledore was already ready to go to bed, wearing a comfortable nightgown and even a nightcap on his head. The pointy nightcap also has a pom-pom on it, a Christmas present from Anna, to go with it, and a pair of extra-comfortable wool socks.

"Albus, you can't believe what happened."

McGonagall hurried to the principal's office, and Dumbledore made a cup of tea for the two of them, but Mag was really not in the mood to drink it.

"That person, that person's notebook appeared in the school! I knew that he must be responsible for the matter of the secret room!"

Dumbledore didn't expect it to be about Voldemort. In fact, he had suspected back then whether it was the secret room opened by that child, but what happened later was too fast, and the others spoke lightly. In the end, Hagrid had no choice but to be expelled. That's why he was willing to recruit Hagrid to be the Forest Warden.

Mag carefully removed other things on the table, leaving a space for the notebook.

Dumbledore also pointed at the notebook with his wand. He could feel the surging black magic energy in this notebook. This notebook was too evil and should never appear in the school.

When Anna returned to the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Ron were still awake, playing a boring game of crackling and exploding cards. Their faces were covered with black marks left by the exploding cards.

The rest of the Gryffindors huddled together, reluctant to get near the two of them.

Anna, Harry and Ron waved their hands, greeted each other and returned to the dormitory.

Probably because there was no bad news recently, Ginny's complexion looked much better, and when Duran and Julie were discussing their Christmas experience, they could even laugh in agreement.

Early the next morning, Professor McGonagall sent Anna a note, hoping that she could come to the principal's office after her morning class.

And with him, there is Harry.

The two didn't know why, but they went to the principal's office together at noon.

It was the first time for Anna to visit the principal's office, and it was full of piles, all of which were portraits of previous principals. Anna even saw a young phoenix.

"Hey little guy, hello, you're so beautiful."

Anna didn't see the principal, so she took the courage to tease that Phoenix first.

"Oh, his name is Fox, and he has just been nirvana not long ago."

Dumbledore came out from a small door on the side, Harry's eyes lit up, and he bowed excitedly to Principal Dumbledore: "Good afternoon, Principal Dumbledore."

Anna smiled and withdrew her hand: "Your pet is really beautiful, Mr. Principal."

Dumbledore sat in his place, and then conjured up a high-backed chair for the two of them. The soft seat was enough for the two of them to sink into, and two times hot chocolate quickly appeared on the table. Anna just He took the cup happily and drank it with a big gulp.

"Is that the Myrtle bathroom you went to together?"

Harry was drinking hot chocolate, but he coughed in fright when he heard Dumbledore's words.

"Yes... I'm sorry principal, we didn't mean to, I mean, I'm sorry, we shouldn't be in the girls' bathroom."

Harry's face quickly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Dumbledore waved his hand indifferently: "It's nothing, the bathroom is no longer in use, it's just an empty room, and it's likely that we will use it next year." Will revise its layout as a new classroom."

Hearing this, Harry finally looked better. After all, being treated as a pervert who likes to go to the girls' bathroom by an elder he respects is not good news.

Anna didn't answer, she's a girl, what's wrong with going to the girls' bathroom.

"Well, we need a little help from you, Harry."

Dumbledore's words made Harry stand up excitedly: "Of course, principal, I mean, I am very willing to help you. If you need me to do anything, I am bound to do it!"

Anna looked into Harry's eyes and felt that he was like a fanatical fan. For some reason, she turned a corner and thought of the Dark Lord. Maybe the Death Eaters back then were just like Harry, adoring him fanatically. Dark Lord.

"Miss Marceau, I'm very happy. Your tutor told you not to check an unfamiliar book at random. This is a very good habit."

Dumbledore did not answer Harry's words, but turned to look at Anna.

Anna raised one eyebrow and nodded slightly reservedly. Could it be that the busy Principal Dumbledore called her here just to tell her that her tutor is very good?

"Because, the notebook from yesterday belongs to that person."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore's expression became very serious. Anna put down the hot chocolate in her hand, and looked at the booklet on the desk in disbelief. It had been there since just now.

Harry stammered, as if struck by something: "You... you mean... that person..."

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, yes, this booklet belongs to Voldemort."

After finally confirming the owner of this booklet, Anna couldn't help but gasped.