"There are indeed contradictions. I also believe that it is not the basilisk released by Hagrid. But we have no choice now. All the clues point to him. It is definitely not a coincidence. There must be some connection between them." Ivey said helplessly.
"Suppose you are right. But how can we tell Hagrid? Just ask, have you released a huge, slippery basilisk in the castle?" Ron said that he couldn't open his mouth.
"You don't need to worry about this issue. I will speak when the time comes." Seeing the embarrassed look on the trio's faces, he took the initiative to respond.
Harry was silent for a long time without making a sound. Ivy spoke again
"Harry, Hagrid is not a child. He has passed the age of judging right and wrong based on likes and dislikes. Of course, his trust in dangerous animals needs to be strengthened. I mean - he won't do it because of our kind inquiries.
And the most angry thing is that he didn't want to say anything and just kicked us out."
Still no movement
"Let's eat first. Don't worry about this yet. You can think about it slowly."
...
Ivy sometimes really admired Harry. He actually thought about it for several weeks before reluctantly agreeing. They made an appointment to go to Hagrid at nine o'clock tonight.
"It's almost done." Betty was lying on the sofa playing with Best. She looked up at her watch and reminded her.
Ivy was lying on the table beside him, writing "Right away, right now, almost finished." He was copying Betty's Potions class homework. Although he was doing well in this class, he didn't want to waste his time doing it on his own.
.
At his feet, Lu Wei was sleeping on the carpet, lying on his back. An hour ago, Ivy had just fed him a big meal.
"Huh-ok" threw away the quill and Ivey stretched.
"Leave?"
"Let's go" The two quickly packed their clothes and left the lounge.
When they arrived at the meeting place on the second floor, Harry and the others had already arrived. However, the three of them behaved a little strangely at this time. Their bodies were pressed against the corridor wall and they looked up.
"What are you doing?"
"Sh-come on" Hermione waved to them.
The two of them walked closer, only to hear angry roars coming from upstairs, "Which bastard did it again! You've delayed me all night, don't you think I don't have enough things to do!"
"Filch?" Ivy asked
"Yeah..." Harry nodded
"What happened?" Betty asked
"I don't know, maybe the heir controlled Ginny again and wrote something," Ron guessed.
The group of people stood there and listened to the movements upstairs, until Filch's footsteps gradually faded away. Then a violent slamming of the door sounded.
Several people looked at each other and said, "Go up and have a look." Ivey rushed up immediately.
Arriving on the third floor, everyone finally understood why Filch was so angry. A large area of stagnant water had spread over half of the corridor, and was still seeping out from under the crack in the bathroom door.
Several people waded across the water and entered the bathroom. The room was very dark, and the faucet of the sink was turned on and continued to gush. Betty walked up and turned it on. As the sound of water flow faded, Myrtle's high-pitched cry came in.
Everyone's ears.
"What's wrong with you, Myrtle?" Harry asked
"Who are you?" Myrtle poked her head out miserably, "Are you going to hit me with something again?"
"Did someone just hit you with something?" Ivey asked first.
"Yeah, some people think it's fun to do this!" Myrtle suddenly popped up from the cubicle, and her voice became harsh.
"But you are a ghost. Even if someone hits you with something, you won't feel pain, right?" Harry wanted to comfort her, but failed to say the wrong thing.
"That's right -!" Myrtle flashed in front of Harry. "Myrtle won't be hurt anyway, so let's all compete. Just hit her with the book, ten points, and fifty headshots. Come on, everyone."
!”
"That's not what I meant." Harry waved his hands apologetically, "So, someone just hit you with a book?"
"Can you see who it is?" Ivey also asked.
"I don't know." Myrtle shook her head. "I was sitting on the toilet seat, thinking about myself. The book suddenly fell from my head." She pointed her finger under the sink. "It fell right there.
There"
Looking in the direction of the finger, a worn black book was lying in the water.
Harry walked up quickly and bent down to pick it up.
"Don't move! Harry is in danger" Ron stopped him hastily.
"Just a book?" Harry didn't believe it.
"Don't underestimate it, it might kill you. My dad has said this too many times. Among the books seized by the Ministry of Magic, there are some that can make people speechless, and some that make people speechless.
You won't be able to put them down once you pick them up, and some of them will burn your eyes out." Ron looked at the black books on the ground and said warily.
"You're right, let me do it." Ivey stood up and picked it up with his finger, and the black book automatically flew in front of several people.
Ivey controlled it and flipped it several times in the air. It was a diary, and its dry texture and withered yellow pages showed that it was very old.
"A diary from fifty years ago," Ivy looked at the faded date on the cover and said.
"Fifty years ago? What a coincidence?" Betty was suspicious. Isn't this a pillow for sleepy people?
"Quick, open it and take a look," Harry urged him impatiently.
Ivey nodded, moved his fingers, and the diary spread out in the air, turning through the pages quickly, and finally stopped at the home page.
"There is only a name, the rest are blank." He just scanned it quickly with his mental power.
Harry stretched his head, looked at the blurred writing on the title page, and slowly read "Soup - Tom - Riddle"
"Tom Riddle?" Ron muttered, "Sounds familiar~"
"Have you heard of it?" Hermione asked
"I seem to have seen it somewhere, let me think about it - Tom...Tom..."
"Here's an address." Betty found the words printed on the back cover: "Vauxhall Road, London? It's a Muggle street."
"Probably a Muggle wizard" Harry also found the words
"I remembered!" Ron, who was deep in thought, suddenly shouted. Several people looked at him. "It was in the showroom. I was punished to clean the showroom. There was a trophy signed by Tom Riddle. It was also fifty.
Years ago, special contribution award to the school.”
"Is there a reason?" Harry asked immediately
"It wasn't specified," Ron said regretfully.
"What did he do to win the prize?" Harry asked himself.
"There are so many possibilities." Ron leaned against the pool, counting treasures. "He might have obtained dozens of owl certificates, or saved someone from the squid tentacles in the lake. Or Hagrid had raised some monsters.
, like Lu Wei, the Basilisk, and some fire dragons..."
"Is it possible that Tom caught the heir fifty years ago and won the special contribution award?" Hermione said in surprise.
"I think so too" Harry nodded quickly
"It's okay to think so." Ron agreed with this statement, "But there's nothing written in the diary, so we still have no clues."
"Maybe it's hidden by magic," Betty reminded.
"That's right, maybe it's the invisibility potion." Hermione pulled out her wand and said, "Urgent Appearance!"
No response
She took out another eraser, "The visible eraser I bought in Diagon Alley."
I wiped it repeatedly on one of the pages, but nothing happened.
Seeing that there was no other way, Ron was quite disappointed, "Maybe there is nothing in it. The diary might have been a birthday or holiday gift from someone else. After receiving it, it was thrown aside and never touched again."
"No, it's definitely not a coincidence that this node appeared fifty years ago." Ivey checked it casually and held the diary in his hand.
"It's a bit strange to say it," Harry said slowly, frowning, "I've never heard of this name, but it always feels inexplicably familiar. What's even more absurd is that it feels very friendly, like a friend who has been playing with me since childhood.
Same."
"Didn't you only have Aiwei as your friend when you were a child? Of course, if that cousin counts~"
Several people expressed their opinions, but no results were reached for a while.
"It's getting late, let's go back first. We'll talk about Hagrid next time." Ivy put away the diary. "This book is by no means that simple. I'll study it first. If there's no danger, I'll show it to you."
"good"
...
"Avi, where have you been?"
In the bedroom, Mike is playing wizard chess with Justin.
"Let's go out for a walk. I've been tired of staying in the bedroom lately." After Ivey came back, he put the diary on the bedside and started changing into pajamas.
"You didn't go out for a walk?" he asked casually.
"I dare you!" Justin rolled his eyes
"Yes, he didn't dare, so he kept me playing chess all day long." Mike was not worried, he was not a Muggle wizard.
"You can also learn how to cook when you have nothing to do. With your skills, you have the nerve to say that you are from Hufflepuff."
"Don't mention it, I'm ready to give up. I may not have any cooking talent." When talking about this, Mike was a little annoyed.
"Hey, boy, can you concentrate on the command!" His own queen on the chessboard was very dissatisfied with him.
"Okay, you two just concentrate on this." Ivy leaned on the bed and picked up the diary.
After thinking for a while, he took a quill and wrote "Tom Riddle?"
The characters written in ink suddenly flickered, and then were completely absorbed by the paper. Then, new words appeared on the paper.
"Who are you?"
He wrote "Avi Shafiq" again
"The Shafiq family?"
"Yes"
"How do you know how to talk to me?"
"Mengbai ~ I also tried the developing spell and the eraser"
"You're lucky"
"Thank you - Tom. But what kind of magic is this? Why is there your consciousness in a diary? I have never seen such a spell before?"
"This is a very advanced magic. It's normal for second graders not to be exposed to it."
"How did you know I was in second grade?"
It seems that Ginny also told him about us. Ivy thought to himself
After waiting for a long time, there was no response. He snorted and wrote again, "Can you teach me?"
"Sorry, there are family secrets involved, so——"
“That’s a shame”
After writing the last sentence, Ivy threw the diary aside. Today is different from the past, and now he has the initiative. As long as Ginny is not allowed to get the diary again, Ginny will be exposed when the mandrake matures.
When the time comes, stuff the diary into Dumbledore's place, take Ginny out, and you're done.