Chapter 167 Ginny's Secret Notebook
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Rui Chen 3499
After washing up, Ginny threw herself directly onto her bed, moaning like a dream.
Today's martial arts class was indeed a bit like a dream, even she, a child born in a wizard family, felt a bit dreamy.
She looked around and found that her roommate was discussing today's martial arts class, so she reached out to the drawer and pulled out a pure black notebook.
She dug out this notebook from a second-hand book. Adhering to the principle of frugality, she kept the notebook and used it to record some of her thoughts.
Ginny has six older brothers, and her mother is always busy with housekeeping, big and small, so she can only vent her emotions in a notebook.
However, to her surprise, this notebook is actually a magic item, which can have a conversation with her and know her troubles.
The magic item is inhabited by a spirit named Tom Riddle, and this notebook is Mr. Riddle's home.
The twin brothers occasionally teased her, so they could only pick out styles that fit well in the second-hand robe shop, and had to buy a bunch of second-hand books to welcome the freshmen...
These troubles encountered in daily life can now be written in the magic notebook and comforted by Mr. Riddle.
Ginny unscrewed the ink bottle to fill the quill with ink, so she could write: "Mr. Riddle, good evening!"
This quill is not a second-hand product, and it will not leak ink as easily as the old quill at home, so it is also convenient for her to write on the bed.
"Good evening! Little Ginny!"
The handwriting left by Ginny disappeared, replaced by a series of extremely beautiful and gorgeous cursive characters.
If the words are true to his name, Ginny can imagine that Mr. Riddle must be a handsome guy...even as handsome as Harry Potter!
Mr. Riddle should have a handsome, resolutely lined face, with features so deep and soulful, just like Harry Potter!
Ginny could even imagine a picture of the handsome and delicate Mr. Riddle sitting there gracefully, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, seriously replying to her thoughts...
The handwriting disappeared, and a new string of cursive characters emerged, "Little Ginny, how do you feel about school life? Is it as novel and exciting as I described to you?"
Ginny showed a slight smile, and wrote with a pen: "Yes! Mr. Riddle! It's really big here! It's been a week, and I'm still almost late. Those moving stairs are so amazing!"
Curly words: "So what about Harry Potter? That savior, you should have had contact with him, how does it feel? What kind of person is he...?"
Ginny's cheeks turned red in an instant, even brighter than her hair, "No...Mr. Riddle! I didn't dare to approach him, I only dared to look at him from a distance! He is really good-looking! And he is very nice to other people All good! If only I had Colin's guts! He would often go to Harry with his camera to take pictures!"
Cursive: "Colin? Looks like our little Ginny has made friends. It sounds like a boy's name!"
Ginny quickly wrote: "No! Mr. Riddle! Colin is a freshman of Gryffindor just like me! What kind of director is his father? He is a professional in the Muggle world and knows some strange knowledge .Maybe because Harry lived in the Muggle world since he was a child, so it was easier for Colin to get close to him."
The cursive words paused for a long time before reappearing, "Since it's just a freshman, we still set our target on Harry. Little Ginny, you need at least muster up the courage to talk to Harry one morning, don't you? I Will always support you! Don't be shy!"
Ginny clenched her fists, as if to cheer herself up, and then she continued to write: "Mr. Riddle! Did you know! Since last year, Hogwarts has added a subject! This subject is so interesting ! I finally experienced it today!"
Curly words: "Is it what you mentioned to me last time, that there is only one class a week, and it is a subject that all students take together?"
Ginny wrote: "Yes! Mr. Riddle! I learned today how to use magic to infuse the meridians, and then I can make running faster and so on! Much faster than waving a wand and casting a spell!"
"This is heresy!!!!" A line of cursive characters quickly appeared, and then quickly disappeared, so fast that Ginny didn't even see clearly.
"Mr. Riddle, what did you just write?"
The swashbuckling characters reappeared, "Oh... I mean, it sounds really good. I don't know how you guys go to class? I'm curious about little Ginny's performance. You should be the best, right?"
"It's not that good! It's all the efforts of all the Gryffindor students!" Ginny smiled, kicking her little feet.
Recalling the content of today's class, she still finds it very exciting, especially when the Norwegian Spinosaurus is only three feet away from her, it seems that she can already smell the smell of sulfur.
Her brother Charlie studied dragons in Romania, so she knew that the smell of sulfur was actually the smell of dragon breath.
She actually came into contact with a real fire dragon in the first grade!
When I get home, I must tell Charlie personally, she wants to see Charlie's surprised expression!
"Mr. Riddle! Did you know! The Norwegian Spinosaurus flew me around today, it was really exciting! Compared with riding a fire dragon on a broomstick, it's so weak!"
"Firedrake..." The cursive font became a little messy, "Little Ginny, did you spell the word wrong? It's Firedrake, right?"
Ginny quickly explained: "No! Mr. Riddle! It's a dragon! My brother Charlie studied dragons in Romania, and I know the difference between a charmander and a small charmander."
"Uh..." The cursive characters were still messy, "Now Hogwarts uses this level of magical animals for teaching? Ginny, are you sure it's 1992?"
"Of course!" Ginny smiled brightly. "I asked Ron after class, and he told me that they just defeated the dementors last school year!"
"Dementors..." The cursive words became more messy, "I remember your brother Ron is in the second grade this year, right? Are you sure he defeated the dementors in the first grade?"
"Yes! Ron, he won't lie to me!" Ginny wrote, "Mr. Riddle, what's the matter with you? Are you tired? I feel that your handwriting is a little out of shape, not so elegant. If you If you are tired, go to bed early!"
After a long time, the cursive characters returned to their original beauty and magnificence, but the handwriting seemed a little erratic, as if feeling tired, "Little Ginny, you should rest early and have a good dream!"
"Thank you, Mr. Riddle!" Ginny smiled and closed the notebook, carefully putting it back in the drawer.
Today's martial arts class was indeed a bit like a dream, even she, a child born in a wizard family, felt a bit dreamy.
She looked around and found that her roommate was discussing today's martial arts class, so she reached out to the drawer and pulled out a pure black notebook.
She dug out this notebook from a second-hand book. Adhering to the principle of frugality, she kept the notebook and used it to record some of her thoughts.
Ginny has six older brothers, and her mother is always busy with housekeeping, big and small, so she can only vent her emotions in a notebook.
However, to her surprise, this notebook is actually a magic item, which can have a conversation with her and know her troubles.
The magic item is inhabited by a spirit named Tom Riddle, and this notebook is Mr. Riddle's home.
The twin brothers occasionally teased her, so they could only pick out styles that fit well in the second-hand robe shop, and had to buy a bunch of second-hand books to welcome the freshmen...
These troubles encountered in daily life can now be written in the magic notebook and comforted by Mr. Riddle.
Ginny unscrewed the ink bottle to fill the quill with ink, so she could write: "Mr. Riddle, good evening!"
This quill is not a second-hand product, and it will not leak ink as easily as the old quill at home, so it is also convenient for her to write on the bed.
"Good evening! Little Ginny!"
The handwriting left by Ginny disappeared, replaced by a series of extremely beautiful and gorgeous cursive characters.
If the words are true to his name, Ginny can imagine that Mr. Riddle must be a handsome guy...even as handsome as Harry Potter!
Mr. Riddle should have a handsome, resolutely lined face, with features so deep and soulful, just like Harry Potter!
Ginny could even imagine a picture of the handsome and delicate Mr. Riddle sitting there gracefully, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, seriously replying to her thoughts...
The handwriting disappeared, and a new string of cursive characters emerged, "Little Ginny, how do you feel about school life? Is it as novel and exciting as I described to you?"
Ginny showed a slight smile, and wrote with a pen: "Yes! Mr. Riddle! It's really big here! It's been a week, and I'm still almost late. Those moving stairs are so amazing!"
Curly words: "So what about Harry Potter? That savior, you should have had contact with him, how does it feel? What kind of person is he...?"
Ginny's cheeks turned red in an instant, even brighter than her hair, "No...Mr. Riddle! I didn't dare to approach him, I only dared to look at him from a distance! He is really good-looking! And he is very nice to other people All good! If only I had Colin's guts! He would often go to Harry with his camera to take pictures!"
Cursive: "Colin? Looks like our little Ginny has made friends. It sounds like a boy's name!"
Ginny quickly wrote: "No! Mr. Riddle! Colin is a freshman of Gryffindor just like me! What kind of director is his father? He is a professional in the Muggle world and knows some strange knowledge .Maybe because Harry lived in the Muggle world since he was a child, so it was easier for Colin to get close to him."
The cursive words paused for a long time before reappearing, "Since it's just a freshman, we still set our target on Harry. Little Ginny, you need at least muster up the courage to talk to Harry one morning, don't you? I Will always support you! Don't be shy!"
Ginny clenched her fists, as if to cheer herself up, and then she continued to write: "Mr. Riddle! Did you know! Since last year, Hogwarts has added a subject! This subject is so interesting ! I finally experienced it today!"
Curly words: "Is it what you mentioned to me last time, that there is only one class a week, and it is a subject that all students take together?"
Ginny wrote: "Yes! Mr. Riddle! I learned today how to use magic to infuse the meridians, and then I can make running faster and so on! Much faster than waving a wand and casting a spell!"
"This is heresy!!!!" A line of cursive characters quickly appeared, and then quickly disappeared, so fast that Ginny didn't even see clearly.
"Mr. Riddle, what did you just write?"
The swashbuckling characters reappeared, "Oh... I mean, it sounds really good. I don't know how you guys go to class? I'm curious about little Ginny's performance. You should be the best, right?"
"It's not that good! It's all the efforts of all the Gryffindor students!" Ginny smiled, kicking her little feet.
Recalling the content of today's class, she still finds it very exciting, especially when the Norwegian Spinosaurus is only three feet away from her, it seems that she can already smell the smell of sulfur.
Her brother Charlie studied dragons in Romania, so she knew that the smell of sulfur was actually the smell of dragon breath.
She actually came into contact with a real fire dragon in the first grade!
When I get home, I must tell Charlie personally, she wants to see Charlie's surprised expression!
"Mr. Riddle! Did you know! The Norwegian Spinosaurus flew me around today, it was really exciting! Compared with riding a fire dragon on a broomstick, it's so weak!"
"Firedrake..." The cursive font became a little messy, "Little Ginny, did you spell the word wrong? It's Firedrake, right?"
Ginny quickly explained: "No! Mr. Riddle! It's a dragon! My brother Charlie studied dragons in Romania, and I know the difference between a charmander and a small charmander."
"Uh..." The cursive characters were still messy, "Now Hogwarts uses this level of magical animals for teaching? Ginny, are you sure it's 1992?"
"Of course!" Ginny smiled brightly. "I asked Ron after class, and he told me that they just defeated the dementors last school year!"
"Dementors..." The cursive words became more messy, "I remember your brother Ron is in the second grade this year, right? Are you sure he defeated the dementors in the first grade?"
"Yes! Ron, he won't lie to me!" Ginny wrote, "Mr. Riddle, what's the matter with you? Are you tired? I feel that your handwriting is a little out of shape, not so elegant. If you If you are tired, go to bed early!"
After a long time, the cursive characters returned to their original beauty and magnificence, but the handwriting seemed a little erratic, as if feeling tired, "Little Ginny, you should rest early and have a good dream!"
"Thank you, Mr. Riddle!" Ginny smiled and closed the notebook, carefully putting it back in the drawer.
