Alice's Travels

Alice finally returned to the dormitory with the diary, and the little paper figurine stayed in that weird room—it was almost like its home.

She opened the diary, but found that there was nothing in it, it was blank.

She fell into a deep sleep full of doubts.

The next day, Alice began to investigate the man named Tom Riddle—this was undoubtedly a new clue for her, allowing her to continue to search for some clues—and this information was likely to be related to time travel. Think so.

At the Gryffindor table that morning, Ron quickly noticed that his sister Ginny was having a bad day—she was pale, with blue eye circles, as if she hadn't slept all night, and she wasn't eating anything.

"Oh, what's the matter with you, Ginny?" said Ron, looking at her worriedly, "have something to eat—"

"No! I can't eat any!" Ginny screamed a little, looking in a bad mood—she was panicked and at a loss, she didn't even dare to look at Harry next to Ron, and turned pale Hastily walked away from the table.

"My God, what's wrong with her?" Ron frowned and said to Fred on the opposite side.

Fred shrugged and said he didn't know, "That's how I saw her in the morning—"

"I guess she's lost something," George said. "She's always been very careful about her stuff."

"Oh, she didn't even peep at Harry this morning—" said Fred, covering his face with one hand.

Harry raised his head in a daze to look at Fred, who seemed to have heard his name just now.

"It's okay, you can continue to eat, Harry." George said to Harry, and then made the same shrug with Fred face to face.

"Don't know what's going on with her," Ron muttered under his breath.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Hermione coaxed, looking at Harry, "Have some more—"

"I don't think I can eat any more." Harry shook his head, nervous at the thought of the upcoming Quidditch match.Malfoy was Slytherin's Seeker this time, and their team used faster broomsticks, and Alice had been training with him, Harry thought, wondering how the match would turn out— —If Gryffindor lost, he couldn't even imagine what Captain Wood would say.

"Don't worry, Harry," Hermione encouraged Harry, imitating Alice, "You have always been very talented in Quidditch, and you have been training hard. We all believe that you can do your best. OK!"

Harry felt a little embarrassed, his face was a little hot, he glanced at Hermione - the other party was watching him seriously, his brown eyes were full of encouragement and tenderness.

"I think I will." Harry said puffed up, his heart that had been turbulent and ups and downs finally settled down.

Alice then accompanied Malfoy for a few training sessions, but her mind had completely drifted away—she couldn't find any useful information about Tom Riddle, he was not a famous person, only knew that he was once Huo Gewartz's student, and won the school's special contribution award at the age of 16, but that was 50 years ago, and nothing else.

It is conceivable that Alice is not in a good mood recently.

Fortunately, Malfoy didn't make trouble anymore, and has been practicing seriously - the Quidditch match is coming soon.

Alice rode on a broomstick and waved her magic wand to control the ball. Looking at Malfoy galloping high in the sky, she found that he was indeed flying better and better, and the time to catch the ball was getting shorter and shorter.

When Malfoy grabbed the ball quickly again, he turned to Alice on the broom and shouted, "Hey, Altman! This time it took less than 4 minutes, right? How, is it better than Scar?" The head is much faster?" He said with a happy and proud smile on his face.

"You are too complacent, Malfoy, such a mentality and the idea of ​​underestimating the enemy can easily lead to failure—" Alice smiled slightly, and continued when Malfoy frowned, "But this time it is true very nice."

Malfoy grinned again - his eyes still smug.

So today, when Alice and Malfoy left the stadium together, they saw Malfoy strutting ahead—like a proud platinum peacock.

Alice curled up her lips and smiled.

When she returned to the dormitory at night, Alice took out the diary again. She looked at the blank pages of each page, and even thought about whether to try roasting it with fire or immersing it in water—see if the words could be displayed. .She picked up a pen and wrote a 1 on the first page, ready to make a mark, when she saw a miraculous scene happen——

The word 1 seemed to be absorbed by the diary, and quickly melted away, and then a line of words appeared on the diary-"Hi, I'm Tom Riddle, how did you find my diary?"

Alice was stunned. Could this be a magical magic item?She ignored its question, but immediately wrote in the diary: "Hello, are you Tom himself? Where are you now?" She wondered if the diary was a communication tool, perhaps Tom Now I have a diary like this in my hand - the words she wrote on this one can also appear on the other one.

Tom: "I think you may have misunderstood. I just recorded my past in a more permanent way than ink. I always know that there are always some people who don't want this diary to be read."

Alice: "You mean you just keep a diary of the past? Do you know what time it is?"

Tom: "I guess I don't know, maybe you can tell me what time it is? Are you a Hogwarts student too?"

Alice replied with a "hmm", and began to tap her index finger on the table again and again.

I don't know the current time, I only record the past, but I have my own thinking, what is this equivalent to——

A mobile phone without internet?It cannot synchronize external information, but the original saved things will not be lost, and then it can also respond to human operations-is it really just like this?

Tom: "Then you have to be careful."

Alice raised her eyebrows slightly: "Be careful of what?"

Tom: "This diary contains some terrible past events, some covered up past events, some past events that happened at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Alice frowned: "The school is safe now, and nothing happened."

Tom: "Do you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?"

Alice thought she found this diary different. Its thinking is like a real person, and its language is inducing, even guiding her faintly. What does it want to express?What does this have to do with the time traveler?

Alice concluded by writing: "Too long has passed your time."

Tom: "Okay, maybe you'd like to tell me about your current school, and your name?"

Alice frowned again, was it asking herself?

Alice: "Everything is fine at school now."

Tom: "Are you afraid of me? I just haven't spoken for too long and I just want to talk to someone. If you want, I can bring you into my memory to see."

Alice: "What do you think?"

Tom: "I'll show you."

As soon as this line of words disappeared, Alice found that the diary seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and the pages flicked over and stopped at a certain page. A tiny TV screen appeared in the middle of the page, followed by a strong suction force. It came from the TV, and before Alice could react, she fell headfirst into a swirling light and shadow, and her body quickly disappeared from the room.

The surrounding scene slowly became clear from blur, and Alice immediately found herself standing in an office, but sitting in the office was an old wizard she had never seen before.

Alice looked around, and then tried to touch the table with her hand - her hand went straight through, it seems that this is Tom's memory world.

Not long after, a handsome young boy with shiny black hair knocked on the door and came in—he was Tom, and Alice heard his conversation with the old wizard who was also the headmaster at the time, Professor Dippet.

Because of the many attacks at the school and the death of a little girl, the holiday school had to be closed and none of the students could stay - and because Tom lived in an orphanage, he was half-breed, his mother was a wizard, His father is an ordinary person, but his mother passed away when he was born, so if he can't stay in school during the summer vacation, he has to go back to the orphanage——

Apparently he didn't want to go back, so he came to the Headmaster, but the Headmaster wouldn't agree, when Alice heard Tom say, "If that man is caught...if everything stops..."

Alice realized at once that Tom must have known something, but he didn't tell the headmaster—because when the headmaster started to question him, he immediately denied that he didn't know.

Tom then left the office, Alice followed him all the way, and then they met Dumbledore - Dumbledore 50 years ago, Alice saw him staring at Tom with a penetrating gaze - It was completely different from Professor Dippet's loving and sympathetic eyes just now, as if he wanted to see through this man.

Alice heard him say to Tom that it was better not to wander the corridors these days, and then went away with a sigh.

Tom waited until he was gone before quickly walking into the basement classroom—it was the room where Alice usually had her Potions class. She saw Tom standing motionless at the door, staring at the passage outside, It seems to be waiting for someone.

Alice stood there waiting with Tom for a long time, and there was no movement.

She decided not to wait any longer. In fact, she didn't want to watch any more. The murderer of the attack.

Tom may have known who the murderer was for a long time, but for some reason he didn't say it before, and after these things caused him to be unable to stay in the school anymore, he caught or confessed the murderer-this may also be the case after he The reason for receiving the special contribution award from the school, Alice guessed.

In any case, Alice saw that Tom was a man with a heart, and by no means a simple man.

She no longer followed Tom, but began to walk away from him. She walked all the way up, through the marble staircase, and continued up to the spiral staircase. Blurred, as if the world has a blurred boundary line, and on the other side is a completely dark black hole.

Alice walked deeper, and then the sky spun, she felt a blackness in front of her eyes, and suddenly felt a weightless feeling of falling, and then fell from the chair to the ground all of a sudden, and returned to the room.

The diary is still open and neatly placed on the table.