The three people were still in shock, rushed up the steps, entered the dark hall, before the locker where Crabbe and Goyle were held, Ivan and Harry threw their shoes there, ran up the marble stairs in their socks, and rushed into the third floor. Girls bathroom.
Then, they saw Ron standing inside in a panic.
"Ron, why are you here?" Hermione asked in surprise.
"Madame Pomfrey said that I can go. She suggested that I go to the auditorium to join everyone in the Christmas banquet, but I think I should come here to see you first."
"Then did you see anything?" Ivan asked eagerly, Justin was attacked, and during the time they were not in the bathroom, the secret room was opened again.
"No, you came back as soon as I came in." Ron stammered, "How is the plan going?"
"Don't mention it, it's terrible. Everything went well at first. We even beat Malfoy up, but then Snape found out. When we were running away, we saw Justin being petrified. He lay In front of the large mirror at the basement entrance, this is the third attack." Harry said dejectedly.
"The third attack?!" Ron gasped, looking more frightened than the three of them, "Is it Malfoy..."
"I don't think it was him. He was with us in the Slytherin common room when the attacks happened." Harry shook his head. We got some information from Malfoy, which is a very important clue."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione whispered, and Ivan saw a book with a tattered black cover under the cracked mirror behind Ron.
His heart suddenly rose to his throat, his eyes widened, and his hands clenched into fists.
My God, could this be Tom Riddle's diary
He had been looking for this thing in school for more than half a year, and when he was at a loss and the situation was getting worse, it suddenly appeared in front of him.
Ivan stepped forward, trying to pick it up, but Ron suddenly stretched out an arm and pulled him back.
"Ivan, don't touch it, it may be dangerous!" Ron's face turned pale and frightening.
"What's this?" Harry also moved over to see what was in the pool, "Stop talking nonsense, how could a book be in danger?"
"You'll be surprised to say it!" Ron looked at the diary in horror. "My dad told me that there are some books confiscated by the Ministry of Magic, and one of them will burn your eyes out. Anyone who has read "" The man who wrote the book The Wizard's Sonnets, could only speak in doggerel all his life. An old wizard in Bath had a book that you could never put down! You put your face on wherever you went. Buried in books, had to learn to do everything with one hand, and...
"Okay, I already understand what you mean." Ivan bowed his head and walked around Ron, trying to pick up the diary.
"No, you don't understand!" Ron shouted in a sharp voice, seeing the other three people looking at him in surprise, he hurriedly lowered his voice, "Believe me, Ivan, this thing is dangerous, we Just don't touch it."
"It's good to be careful, but we won't know what's inside until we read it first, won't we?" Ivan picked up the diary.
As soon as he got it, he could be sure that it was Tom Riddle's diary, Voldemort's Horcrux.
He tried his best to calm down and flipped through the faded black cover. On the first page, there was a name written in blurred ink: Tom Riddle.
"Tom Riddle, who is this person?" Hermione frowned and said, "It's strange, he is definitely not a Hogwarts student at school, but I have an impression of him, as if I have seen this name somewhere .”
"Tom Riddle won the school's Special Contribution Award fifty years ago." Ivan whispered.
"I remembered, I read it in "Hogwarts Memorabilia", but it didn't say why he won that award." Hermione said.
"It could be anything, maybe he caught thirty owls, or rescued a teacher from the giant squid's giant claws," Ron whispered. "I don't see why we don't throw this thing away. , it looks dirty."
"Fifty years ago was the last time the secret room was opened, maybe this diary has something to do with the secret room." Ai Wen carefully studied the diary in his hand.
"Really, show me!" Harry hurriedly took the diary over and flipped through it, and said with a disappointed face, "There's not a single word written in it."
He turned the diary to the back cover and saw printed on it the name of a newsagent in Vauxhall Road, London.
"Riddle must be a Muggle," he said thoughtfully, "that's why he bought the diary in Vauxhall Road."
"Okay, this thing isn't of much use to us anyway." Ron said hastily, "Let me see, let's throw it here."
"No, I think what Ivan said makes sense." Hermione squinted her eyes, which made her look a lot like Professor McGonagall, "Think about it, since Riddle was fifty years ago, he is now Must not be at Hogwarts, who brought this diary to school, and why threw it away?"
"We know from Malfoy that the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets last time was expelled fifty years ago, and this Tom Riddle just happened to receive the Special Contribution Award to the school at that time. So, will Riddle be Award for capturing Slytherin's heir? His diary will probably tell us everything: where is the Chamber of Secrets, how it was opened, what kind of animals were kept in it. The one who made these attacks this time Man, you don't want this diary lying around, do you?"
"Brilliant reasoning," said Ron, wrinkling his nose. "Only one flaw. He didn't write anything in his diary."
"Maybe it's invisible ink!" Hermione took out the magic skills from the schoolbag she put aside, she tapped the diary three times with her wand, and said, "Hurry up!"
Undeterred by no response, Hermione reached into her schoolbag again and pulled out something that looked like a bright red eraser.
"It's a revealing eraser. I got it in Diagon Alley." She rubbed vigorously on the first page of the date "January 1," but nothing appeared.
"You won't find anything in it."
Ron said, "This is Riddle who got a diary for Christmas and wasn't happy to spend time writing in it."
"But..." Hermione said reluctantly.
"I have a strange sense of familiarity with this Riddle. He seems to be a friend I have forgotten for a long time, but this must be absurd. I definitely did not have any friends before I came to Hogwarts, not to mention that this Riddle is still a Fifty years ago," Harry continued.
"That's just an illusion of yours," Ron continued, "just leave it here like this, think about it, we're in an empty girls' bathroom when everyone else is celebrating Christmas Staring at a tattered diary with nothing written in it."
"I think there must be something hidden in it, but we haven't discovered it yet." Ivan took the diary back.
"Okay, okay, since you all think so, I have an idea." Ron said in a low voice, "Ivan, give it to me to deal with, I will mail it to my father, he will deal with it Experts in this field."
"No, Ron!" Ivan shook his head and put the diary in his schoolbag, "I think it's better to keep it with me, I saw a developing potion in a book recently, maybe You can let it reveal its hidden secrets."
I don't know if it's an illusion, but under the shadow of the dim candlelight in the bathroom, Ivan found that Ron's face seemed to be paler.