Chapter 126 Sorry, Tom, for disturbing your secret meeting!
After Lockhart packed his luggage, he saw that Shasia had not returned yet. He opened the door and walked out of the room, preparing to go to the kitchen and ask the house elves to make some pastries for a midnight snack.
If there was anything he missed about Hogwarts, it was probably the delicious kitchen.
Lockhart walked along the corridor towards the stairs, but at the corner, he heard rapid footsteps.
Thinking of the recent attack on Hogwarts, he quickly stopped at the intersection, leaned his back against the wall, crouched down, and quietly looked into the distance.
A figure walked through a very hidden secret door and walked towards the stairs.
Lockhart looked from a distance and found that it was... Harry Potter.
Lockhart knew that the secret door was a shortcut from Gryffindor Tower to the main castle. At this moment, Harry walked out of the secret door and was walking up the stairs.
If you can't stay in Gryffindor Tower in the middle of the night, why come to the Lord's Castle?
Night tours...when do you dare to go out for night tours now?
Lockhart also heard about Harry's probation. If he was caught wandering at night, he would be expelled.
Lockhart suddenly remembered that when Filch was attacked, Harry was at the scene of the attack immediately. Could it be that...
In an instant, he filled up a lot of content in his mind!
Lockhart suddenly became energetic and followed him quietly. He had deceived countless people in his life, but none of his stories truly belonged to him.
But if Harry is caught and confirmed to be the attacker, it will be different.
Lockhart will become the hero who saves Hogwarts. He will step from a well-known British wizard to a world-famous wizard, and he will probably be able to obtain the First Class Order of Merlin.
I have suffered so much, but it turns out that I am blooming just for tonight!
Lockhart followed Harry from a distance, walking through the buildings step by step to the eighth floor.
Could it be that he was going to the principal's office? Lockhart had doubts again.
He hid in the corner, silently monitoring Harry, and suddenly his body stiffened.
A figure appeared behind Lockhart, and just as he was about to pass him by, the man suddenly stretched out his hand, put his arm around Lockhart's neck, and dragged him forward.
After walking a few steps, probably because he disliked him as a burden, the figure gave him a gentle push and Lockhart fell to the ground.
Lockhart looked up and saw a handsome young wizard with a faint smile on his face and raised the wand in his hand.
"I didn't want to kill too much tonight, but I didn't expect you to come to my door yourself... Let's go."
A rope was tied tightly around Lockhart and gagged.
The young wizard walked towards a wall. After walking through it several times, a door appeared and he pushed it open.
Harry, who was confused, and Lockhart, who was tied up, were both taken into the Room of Requirement by the young wizard.
After the entrance, there is a spacious room with walls made of marble and yellow bricks, surrounded by a pile of torches, a row of candles and two floor lamps.
Beside the wall is an oak bookshelf, with rows of sheepskin-covered magic books on it:
"Poison Research", "Poison Encyclopedia", "The Magical Secrets of Magic, Herbs and Witchcraft", "The Medicine Girl's Potion Journey"...
Those potion books include old and new ones, covering everything and everything, and there is even a volume of Semitic potion clay tablet translations from ancient times.
There were dozens of crucibles placed in the room, many of which were broken and piled in the corner. One of the intact crucibles was still bubbling and filled with thick steam.
The young wizard waved his wand, and Harry woke up from his deep sleep. He stared with confusion on his face.
Harry soon saw the tied Professor Lockhart. He ran over and shouted: "Professor, are you okay? Who tied you up?"
"He's fine." A voice said.
Harry turned around and saw a young wizard standing next to the crucible. He was very tall and extremely handsome, with shiny black hair that set off his neatly trimmed face.
Harry asked warily: "Where is this?"
"The Room of Requirement." The young wizard whispered: "Harry Potter, you are lucky to be able to share this secret room."
"Who are you?"
"The owner of the diary."
"Tom Riddle?" Harry couldn't believe it.
The diary is from fifty years ago, but Tom Riddle could never be more than sixteen years old.
"Are you a ghost?" Harry asked uncertainly, knowing that ghosts would keep their appearance forever.
"I am a soul and a memory, kept in a diary for fifty years." Tom said calmly:
"Not long ago, I absorbed the life of a servant. As a result, I became a lot stronger and gained some strength... I was able to act independently without the diary."
"servant?"
"That's right." Tom played with Harry's wand and smiled: "To be precise, he is my servant in the future...I am his master's past."
Harry looked confused.
"When that servant found me, I had the same expression as you." The corners of Tom's lips raised as he said:
"But I quickly accepted that he was a capable assistant and helped me attack four wizards under Dumbledore's nose..."
"Attack?!" Harry shouted, "Did you attack Dean and the others? Are you the heir of Slytherin?"
"That's right, that's right." Tom nodded and said with a smile: "For the sake of our first meeting, I can tell you a little secret."
"What secret?" Harry asked warily.
"I extracted a lot of fearful emotions and brewed those powers into a potion based on an ancient magic." Tom pointed to the crucible beside him and said with a smile:
"Tonight, I will pour it into a host body to help me give birth to Obscurus."
"Muran?"
"Yes, Harry Potter, that's why I summoned you here." Tom whispered in a calm and soft voice:
"The Obscurus is the climax of tonight. I can't wait...but before that, we have to do some foreplay to let each other relax and not be so nervous."
Harry quietly rummaged for his wand.
Tom noticed his little movement and said with a smile on his face: "Don't look for it, your wand is in my hand... If you cooperate with me to do something, I can return the wand to you."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What do you want me to do?!" Harry looked up and asked.
"It's very simple. I just shared my secret with you. Tonight..." Tom said, twitching one corner of his mouth and grinning: "You also have to share some secrets with me."
"What secret?" Harry looked confused.
"For example..." Tom stared at the scar on Harry's head and squinted: "
"How did you defeat the greatest wizard of all time as a baby without any particularly magical powers?
How could you escape unharmed and with only a scar, while Voldemort's power was destroyed?"
"You let Lockhart go first." Harry shouted, "Let him get out of here!"
"When he leaves here, shouldn't he notify the professor?"
"If you don't let him go, I won't tell you!" Harry insisted.
"It's not up to you now." Tom stood up and chuckled: "You are my guest now, and I am a very persuasive host."
"What do you want to do?" Harry stepped back.
"I heard a saying before, a naked person has few secrets, but a skinned person has no secrets." Tom's eyes flashed coldly.
"Since you refuse to share your secret with me, I can only resort to violence. Although that is my least favorite method, but... my time is limited tonight, baby!"
But at this moment, a red light flashed and fell on the boiling crucible. The magic potion exploded in all directions, and a heavy red rain seemed to fall in the room.
"Who?!" Tom asked loudly.
The figure of a blond boy slowly emerged, and Luofu smiled and said:
"Sorry, Tom Riddle, for disturbing your and Harry's secret gathering... I just happened to be passing by by accident."
