Section 1

Before the compound decoction was about to fail, Harry and Ron made excuses to leave the Slytherin lounge and hurried back to the girl's bathroom. Hermione had changed back to her own appearance and had her cauldron and cup closed.

"Let's leave here, you will be discovered after too long," Hermione looked at Harry and the others and said, "How is it, is things going well?"

"We were lucky. We met Malfoy and talked with him in the Slytherin lounge for a while," Harry and Ron looked at each other and said somewhat discouraged. "It was not Malfoy who did it. He didn't know much more about the secret room than us. However, Malfoy said that the secret room could not have been opened by Sauron, and this might be the only good news."

"Oh, what did he say?" Hermione asked curiously.

Harry and Ron recounted what Malfoy said in words.

"I didn't expect Malfoy was quite brainy." Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Yes, and he seems to admire Sauron very much," said Ron. He looked at Harry and Hermione, and imitated Drag's tone and said, "He is simply a shame for His Highness..."

Harry smiled embarrassedly, while Hermione looked at Ron in surprise, "Your Highness, who is your Highness?"

"Who else, suddenly it's Sauron." Ron said with a smile, "Malfoy called Sauron His Highness, and I think he was afraid of Sauron to death."

Hermione's expression became complicated, which confused Ron and Harry, "Is there any problem, Hermione?"

Hermione hesitated for a moment and said slowly, "Only one person has been called His Highness by the Slytherins-" She looked at Harry and Ron, "--that's the mysterious man..."

Meanwhile, at the Christmas ball in Boothbaton, Hibiscus sat aside in his evening gown and looked at the students dancing with music in the middle of the hall.

"Can you invite you to dance, Miss Dragul?" A handsome boy came over, "You look beautiful today."

Furong looked at the boy in front of her, smiled politely, and shook her head, "Sorry, I'm a little tired."

The boy shrugged, "Then I wish you a good time, Miss Dragul." Then he turned to find other girls.

A female student came over and sat next to Furong, "Why don't you go dancing? Furong, you seem to have been sitting here alone since the dance party."

"Nothing, Lucy." Furong smiled, "I'm not interested."

The girl named Lucy didn't ask any more questions when she saw her, and turned to Furong, "You look so beautiful tonight, well, the necklace is very suitable for you, making you more dazzling. Did you buy it?"

Hibiscus wore a silver necklace, and the sapphire pendant was as clear as her eyes, shining with charming light under the light, reflecting her silver hair, making her look particularly beautiful.

"Well, Christmas gift," Furong nodded, "My—well—sented by a friend."

"Friend?" Lucy was a little surprised. "This necklace doesn't look cheap."

"Don't think too much." Furong looked at Lucy's meaningful smile and blushed, "Just just a friend, a good friend."

"Oh--just a friend." Lucy smiled...

Section 2

Several weeks passed, and there was no attack in the school again, and Soren was still speechless, as Draco said, the news about the secret room and Soren were considered to be concealed. Harry seemed a little anxious, thanks to Ron and Hermione who had been comforting him. Isabella had a cold face all day long, and her whole body exuded a chilling momentum, especially when Lohart bragged in public or heard someone talking about Soren-

"Tarang Terra!" Isabella shouted at a Hufflepuff, a red light hit the freckled male student, and then he twitched and jumped up in place.

"Don't be like Isabella, calm down." Harry and the other two happened to pass by. Hermione walked over and pulled her with some concern, while Harry and Ron curled their lips and looked at the Hufflepuffs, as if you deserved it.

"What happened, what happened!? I'm the chief!" A man shouted and flipped open the chaotic crowd and squeezed in - it was Pasi, who stood upright and frowned and looked around.

"The curse stopped!" Pasi said, the student who was jumping fast and cramping collapsed to the ground, while the Hufflepuffs explained the incident in a verbal way.

"Miss Nemesis, because you spelled the students in the corridor, deducting Slytherin's three points." Pasey said, holding his chin.

"He was talking nonsense first!" Ron said angrily, and Harry also looked dissatisfied.

"But the school rules cannot be destroyed, no matter who it is." Pasey said seriously, as if he was giving a speech.

Isabella didn't say anything. She held the wand in her hand tightly, glared at Patsy, turned around and left quickly. Hermione seemed a little worried and left with her. Harry and Ron also followed her quickly.

"You shouldn't have done that," Hermione caught up with Isabella, and she whispered, "Although they are so annoying."

"He deserves it." Isabella coldly, "The incompetent guy will only whisper behind his back. Now that Sauron has left, he is like a clown."

Harry looked at the angry Isabella and joked, "Do you know, your expression now looks like Professor McGonagall."

Harry's joke didn't seem to be successful, but Isabella was not as excited as she had just now.

"Isabella, you seem to be in a bad mood lately, and this is not a good thing." Hermione said with some concern. "I haven't seen you laugh since Sauron left."

When talking about Sauron, Isabella's expression suddenly dimmed, and Harry opened his mouth and fell silent.

"Sorry, I have something to do, let's go first." Isabella said and left in a hurry.

Harry and the other two looked at each other, hesitating whether to chase after her and ask her about Sauron, when they suddenly heard a person screaming from an angry voice from upstairs.

"It's Felch." Harry whispered. They ran up the stairs step by step, hid in places where others could not see, and listened carefully. "Do you think someone will be attacked again?" Ron asked nervously. They stood motionless, judging their heads towards Felch's voice, which was a little hysterical.

"...I've been causing trouble for me again! I mopped the floor all night, as if my work wasn't enough! No, it's really unbearable. I'm going to find Dumbledore..." Felch's footsteps gradually faded, and they heard the loud sound of the door shut in the distance.

They poked their heads from the corner. Felch was obviously standing guard at his usual place: they came to the place where Mrs. Loris was attacked. They could see at a glance why Felch was yelling. A large stall of water spread across half the corridor, and it seemed that the water was still oozing out from under the cracks in the door of the crying Myrtle's bathroom. Now Felch stopped yelling, and they heard Myrtle's cry echoing among the walls of the bathroom.

"What's wrong with her?" Ron said.

"Let's go and take a look," said Harry, so they lifted their robes above their ankles, stepped towards the door with the "fault" sign. As usual, they turned a blind eye to the sign and walked straight in.

The crying Myrtle's crying sound was louder and shriller than before, which was unbelievable. She seemed to be hiding in the toilet she used to. The light in the bathroom was dim, because the gushing water extinguished the candles and made the walls and floors wet.

"What's going on, Myrtle?" Harry asked.

"Who are you?" Myrtle said miserably in a gurgling voice, "You want to smash me with something again?"

Harry walked towards her room and said, "Why should I smash you with something?"

"Don't ask me," Myrtle shouted, and then sprayed a larger stream of water, splashing on the already wet floor. "I'm staying well here, considering my own problems. Some people think it's fun to throw a book on me..."

"Even if someone throws something to you, it won't hurt you." Harry said wisely, "I mean, that thing can pass straight through you, right?"

Harry said the wrong thing foolishly, Hermione pulled him aside, but it was too late. Myrtle suddenly swelled up and seemed very excited, scaring the three of them. Harry and Ron subconsciously blocked Hermione behind him. Myrtle screamed: "Let everyone smash Myrtle with books, because she can't feel it at all! If you throw a book into her belly, you have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to! If you throw a book into her head, you have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to have to do it, hahaha! What a cute game, I can't see it!"

"So who smashed you with a book?" Harry asked.

"I don't know... I was sitting on the toilet ring, thinking about death, and the book suddenly fell from my head." Myrtle glared at them fiercely and said. "It's right there, all of it was soaked in water."

Harry and Ron followed the direction Myrtle pointed toward the pool and saw a small, thin book lying on the ground. The ragged black cover, like everything in the bathroom, was completely wet. Harry stepped forward and wanted to pick it up, but Ron suddenly stretched out an arm and pulled him.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Are you crazy?" Ron said, "it could be dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Harry said, laughing, "Stop talking nonsense, how could it be dangerous?"

Because some wizards will impose evil spells on some secret items to prevent others from getting it, Hermione said.

Ron nodded, "You will be surprised to speak out," he looked at the book nervously, "My dad told me that some books confiscated by the Ministry of Magic will blind your eyes. Anyone who has read the book "The Sonnets of the Witcher" can only speak with the five elements of lilac. An old wizard in Bath has a book that you can never put down at once! You bury your face in the book wherever you go, and have to learn to do everything with one hand. And-"

"Okay, I understand." Harry said.

The little book was lying on the floor, wet and blurred.

"But we will know only after reading it." He said, bowing his head and going around Ron, picking up the book from the floor.

It is a diary with faded dates on the cover that indicate it was fifty years ago. Harry flipped open eagerly, and on the first page, he could only recognize a name written in vague ink: Tom Riddle.

"Slow down," Ron said, "I know the name... Riddle won the Special Contribution Award to the School fifty years ago." He had approached carefully and looked at the diary from behind Harry.

"How did you know?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Because Filch punished me to stay in school and asked me to wipe medals for him. I wiped them about fifty times." Ron said indignantly, "I burped that day and got the slugs on it, and I had to wipe them clean. If you spend an hour erasing a mucus on a name, you will remember the name." Harry tore open the wet pages. Page after page was completely blank, without any trace of writing.

"He didn't write a word," Harry said disappointed. "I don't understand why anyone was throwing it away." Ron said curiously.

Harry turned to the back cover and saw the name of a newspaper seller on Vauxhall Road, London. "Riddle must be a Muggle," Harry said thoughtfully, "that's why he bought a diary on Vauxhall Road..."

"Oh, you two are really, don't you ever read?" Hermione said helplessly. She took the diary and looked carefully. "The library's books introduce more than twenty ways to make the handwriting invisible."

The three of them rushed back to Gryffindor's lounge with their diary, and Hermione carefully dried the diary with a spell.

Ron said, "Maybe it's a shame to meet people." Ron joked, "It's just a broken diary that no one wants. I don't understand why you don't throw it away, Harry."

“I want to know why someone wants to throw it away,” Harry said. “In addition, I’d love to see how Riddle received the Special Contribution Award to Hogwarts.”

"Everything is possible," said Ron. "Maybe he caught thirty owls, or rescued a teacher from the giant squid's claws. Maybe he murdered Myrtle, and that would make everyone feel satisfied..."

But when Harry saw the focused look on Hermione's face, he knew that she was turning the same thoughts as him.

"What?" Ron said, looking at Harry and Hermione.

"That's right, the secret room was opened fifty years ago, right?" said Hermione. "That's what Malfoy said."

"Yes..." Ron said slowly.

"This diary is also from fifty years ago." Hermione took the diary excitedly.

"So what?"

"Oh, Ron, wake up." Hermione said without hesitation. "You know, the man who opened the secret room was fired fifty years ago. We know, Ton Riddle won the Special Contribution Award to the School fifty years ago. So, would Riddle win the award for capturing Scultling's heir? His diary will probably tell us everything: where the secret room is, how to open it, and what kind of animals are locked in it. The man who caused these attacks this time would not want this diary to be everywhere, right?"

"It's a wonderful reasoning, Hermione," said Ron, "and only a little bit of beauty. He's not written in his thunderbolt."

Hermione pulled out her magic trick from her schoolbag.

"Maybe it's invisible ink!" she whispered.

She knocked the diary with her wand three times and said, "Show up in a hurry!"

Undespaired. Hermione reached into her schoolbag and took out something like a bright red eraser. "This is a visible eraser, I got it in Diagon Alley." She said. She rubbed hard on "January 1" and nothing appeared.

"Tell you, you won't find anything here," Ron said. "Riddle got a diary for Christmas and wasn't happy to spend time writing on it."

Harry couldn't even explain why he didn't throw away Riddle's diary. The reality was that although he knew that the diary was empty, he always felt that it was a story and he hoped to have an ending. Although Harry was sure that he had never heard of the name Tom Riddle before, he always felt that the name meant something to him, just as if Riddle was a friend of his childhood and had been forgotten by him. However, it was ridiculous. He had no friends before coming to Hogwarts, and the Dursleys would never let him make friends.

Despite this, Harry decided to learn more about Riddle's situation. During the break the next day, he walked towards the prize showroom, hoping to take a closer look at Riddle's special medal. He was followed by Hermione, who was full of interest, and Ron, who was completely skeptical. Ron told them that he had been tired of seeing the prize showroom and would never want to watch it again in his life.

Riddle's shiny golden medal was placed in a display cabinet in the corner of the wall. It did not specify why it was awarded to Riddle. ("Fortunately, otherwise the medal would have been bigger, and I can't finish it until now," Ron said.) However, they found Riddle's name on an old medal of Excellence and a list of former boys' student union presidents.

"It sounds like Percy," Ron said, frowned in disgust. "Chief, President of the Boys Student Union - perhaps the first in every subject."
Chapter completed!