Chapter 71
Strictly speaking, this is considered black magic.
Controlling life and death, anyone who comes into contact will be guilty of a serious crime.
John opened his palms, and the hairpin had turned into a ball of ashes and slipped out of his hands.
He smiled and said, "Can you help me now?"
"certainly!"
Myrtle was so happy that she was traveling everywhere.
John pointed to the faucet with the snake-shaped mark and said, "I hope you can follow this pipe and check it out."
The last time John jumped into it, it was not turned on now, and he could only rely on Myrtle's ability to travel freely.
Ghosts can go to the places they walked in life. Fortunately, Slattery Chamber of Secrets was built based on Hogwarts.
John can use the ghost spell to temporarily make Myrtle a free woman.
At this time John was full of gratitude to the creator of the Marauder's Map.
Thanks to the Marauder's Map, otherwise John really wouldn't be able to connect to Hogwarts and create the seal.
Myrtle went down the faucet pipe and traveled all the way to the bottom.
Some time passed, about fifteen minutes.
John heard the toilet flush.
He looked over and saw Myrtle appearing from the toilet for no apparent reason.
"How did I come back?"
Myrtle was a little sluggish, and John knew that this was because the ghost spell had failed. He shook his hand and said, "My spell has failed. It will pull you back to where you started."
"That's a shame, I saw a wall with two snakes entangled in each other."
Myrtle was still not satisfied with the rare freedom. She said regretfully: "That wall is magical, I can't get through."
"Wall? It should be the secret room."
Knowing some information, John expressed his gratitude to Myrtle.
After leaving the girls' bathroom, John said to himself: "It seems that Harry cannot be left out. He is the key, I need him."
Without Parseltongue, he would not be able to get in even if he reached the door of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.
John is going to find Harry to cooperate.
It's just that when he said this, he didn't notice that someone happened to walk by and heard him.
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Harry felt some pain from his wound and heard a voice in his head.
"He's the key, I need him."
A scene appeared in front of his eyes. John walked out of the girls' bathroom with a sinister look on his face, muttering something in his mouth.
After this scene, he went to the trophy room.
A golden medal appeared with Riddle's name on it.
Harry was in a daze and didn't realize it until Hermione called him several times.
"I just said Harry needs to rest." Ron thought he was too tired.
This transfiguration technique requires so much work that one can't even breathe.
Hermione was very dissatisfied with this, so why did she look down on someone so much? The Slytherin next door saw it and thought we couldn't write it.
Ten more copies, ten copies per person!
"Ron, you're right, I really need to rest."
Harry said suddenly, he stood up and walked outside.
His behavior was a bit strange, and Hermione and Ron looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.
"Harry what happened to him?"
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John meets Gemma Farley on the first floor, and she talks to John about the diary.
"I haven't found Riddle's diary. I've searched everywhere."
"Well, I still have to thank you. It would be terrible if another little wizard got this thing."
Gemma Farley was very generous in helping him find her, so John naturally wouldn't be too harsh on her.
After she left, John sighed: "Tom Riddle, where are you? Stop hiding."
Voldemort is like maggots in the gutter. Although there is no danger now, disgusting people have their own tricks.
After John finished speaking, he returned to the Slytherin dungeon, and after he left, Harry appeared from around the corner of the stairs.
He stared at John's back and recalled seeing the golden medal.
"John is very afraid of that Riddle, why?"
Feeling that he was getting closer to the truth, Harry headed to the trophy room he saw in his mind's eye.
There, he saw Riddle's medal and a diary in the corner that seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
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Chapter 83 Harry and Tom
Harry looked at the Special Contribution Medal, and he also found Riddle's name in another place.
"He must be very good."
Staring at the list of Head Boy Council presidents, Harry said this.
He felt that maybe this person was as good as John, otherwise he would not have received these awards.
Suddenly, as if someone was guiding him, he turned his head and looked at the corner.
The old diary does not look conspicuous. It is almost the same color as the ground in the corner.
"T.M. Riddle... Tom Riddle!"
Harry noticed the diary and opened the faded cover. There was a name on the first page.
When Harry saw the name, he instantly remembered what John had said.
He didn't know if this was the Riddle that John was looking for, but he knew at this moment that he should take the diary back.
hall.
When Harry came back, Hermione saw him and urged him to do his homework.
Harry nodded absently, and when everyone was almost gone, he mysteriously took out the diary.
"What is this? It looks old."
After taking out the things, Ron complained.
"You're right Ron, it is indeed very old, at least 50 years old."
Hermione noticed the faded date on it, took the diary over, opened it, and saw the life characters on it.
"T.M. Riddle? Who is this?"
"Wait a minute, I know this name..."
Ron recalled the medal he had polished dozens of times and was about to speak when Harry interrupted him impatiently.
"None of it matters, John seems to be looking for it."
"What?" Hermione was stunned. She thought it was John's thing and said, "We have to return it to John."
"No, no, Hermione, you heard me."
After stopping Hermione who wanted to hand it back to John, Harry told what he had seen in the trophy room.
"Ron, do you remember that Malfoy said that the Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty years ago?"
He turned to look at Ron, who remembered it as soon as he thought about it.
"Perhaps Riddle discovered the opened secret room fifty years ago, so he received the medal."
Harry said in a low voice, excitement on his face.
Hermione hesitated, and whispered: "It's so important, why don't we give it to John."
"Please Hermione, don't always be John John, John!"
Hearing that name again, Harry felt inexplicably irritated. He grabbed the diary and said, "He is Slytherin and we are Gryffindor. Why do we always have to listen to him?"
After saying that, Harry looked at the two people who were a little stunned and said, "We can investigate it ourselves. If we investigate it one step ahead, we will be the heroes of Hogwarts."
Seeing what Hermione wanted to say, Harry said impatiently: "Don't forget, John may also be the heir of Slytherin."
This made Hermione shut up.
The three of them tried to decipher the secret in the diary, but unfortunately, there was nothing written in the diary.
It's like someone gave this diary for Christmas, and the owner casually forgot where it was.
They studied it for a while, and Hermione felt that it was using hidden magic, and it was useless to use a wand to make it visible.
The next day, Harry took the diary and flipped through the pages.
It's blank, there's nothing there.
Hermione thought they should start with medals, so the three little ones went to the trophy room again, but found nothing.
A few days passed, and the diary was in Harry's hands.
That day, he was flipping through the pages boredly in the library. Hermione ran over and asked, "Harry, John has been looking for you several times."
"Sorry Hermione, I don't really want to see John at this time."
Harry rested his cheek indifferently with one hand and flipped through his diary with the other.
This made Hermione think Harry was crazy. She shouted like a furious lion, "Don't do this again!"
Angry, Hermione grabbed the diary and threw it, hitting the ink bottle on the table. Harry was shocked.
"I really don't know why you feel like you've been cursed."
Hermione got angry and turned to leave the library.
Ms. Pince opened her mouth, intending to tell Hermione to get out, but the other party left first.
Harry didn't know whether to chase Hermione or save the diary first. After much hesitation, he came to the diary.
This time, he realized something was wrong.
The ink that should have flowed to the table now flows towards the diary.
Harry's eyes lit up. He opened the diary and saw the ink being absorbed continuously.
This reminded Harry of something. He quickly took out his pen and wrote a line on the blank page of his diary.
"My name is Harry Potter."
I looked at the diary anxiously.
After less than three seconds, the words began to be absorbed by the paper.
Then words seeped out onto the paper that Harry had never written.
"Hello, Harry Potter."
"My name is Tom Riddle, how did you find my diary?"
This magical scene made Harry's eyes widen. After the writing disappeared, Harry hurriedly wrote a sentence.
"Found in the corner of the trophy room."
"Fortunately, I recorded my past in a more permanent way than ink. That person always wanted to find me."
