Chapter 180 Stop Reading, Ginny!
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Rui Chen 3499
I don't know if it's because the campus life after Halloween is too full, or because Ginny vaguely feels that the magic notebook is not a good thing.
It has been a long time since she opened this magic notebook, let alone confide in this magic notebook.
When she opened the magic notebook and hadn't written anything on it, the swashbuckling characters appeared automatically, and they seemed a bit messy:
"Good evening! Little Ginny! Why haven't you come to see me recently? Aren't we friends? You are no longer willing to share with me what you have learned from school?"
"My heart aches, because I think about going back to this school all the time. But without the help of little Ginny, I can't understand the current Hogwarts through your eyes."
"Maybe little Ginny already has more friends now, so she doesn't need me anymore, obviously I regard you as my most important friend."
"Sorry! Mr. Riddle!" Seeing a series of cursive words, the feeling of guilt suddenly hit her, making her heart ache.
She began to share her campus knowledge with the Magic Notebook again, and at the same time, under the suggestion of the Magic Notebook, she asked about some magic that she didn't fully understand.
This Mr. Riddle should be a very knowledgeable person. In class, Ginny had some magic that she couldn't understand at once, and she would have a feeling of enlightenment after dialing in the magic notebook.
If it was just like this, the Magic Notebook would certainly not be satisfied. After feeling that the time was ripe, Riddle wrote a slightly hasty cursive script:
"Little Ginny, you don't seem to have mentioned the martial arts class again. Did something happen, so that class was cancelled?"
Ginny wrote: "No! Why would Mr. Riddle ask such a question? Is it because of Halloween? It must have been a prank, and it hasn't happened again since then."
"It must be a prank, right? I often had nightmares during those few days, feeling like I killed the cat..."
"Nightmare?" The swashbuckling characters were somewhat frivolous. "What kind of nightmare is it? Can you share it with me? Little Ginny, I am willing to solve your problems."
Riddle kind of enjoyed the feeling, he couldn't wait to know what kind of nightmares Ginny had and how they bothered her.
However, Ginny's answer made him very dissatisfied: "It's been so long, I've forgotten all these nightmares. Soon, Harry will represent the academy in the Quidditch competition. I'm really looking forward to it!"
"Forgot? That's great!" Riddle felt that this matter was not good at all, "It seems that little Ginny has grown up, can you share how to forget it?"
"The Tranquil Heart Sutra! Taught by Assistant Ryan!" Ginny wrote. "It was a lot of work! But the effect is really good! I can feel the nightmare being forgotten until it is wiped away, like It's as if the mind is purified."
"It really is." Riddle felt vaguely uneasy, and he already understood why Ginny hadn't opened the notebook for so long.
Martial arts class!What a nasty subject!This is heresy!
"Could you share with me the Tranquil Heart Sutra?" Riddle continued. "I would also like to know its magic."
"Okay!" Ginny did not refuse the request. She had already recited the "Quiet Heart Sutra", and writing it silently would also deepen the impression.
In order to prevent Mr. Riddle from being confused, she first recited the pinyin in a low voice, and wrote down the pinyin list, and then began to silently write the "Quiet Heart Sutra".
Even though the knowledge of martial arts is heresy in Riddle's view, he still accepts this knowledge very quickly, and has basically mastered the pinyin table.
But he regretted why he could accept this knowledge so quickly. When the "Qing Jing Heart Sutra" entered his soul sentence after sentence through the notebook, he felt a trembling feeling.
That kind of trembling from the deepest part of the soul, almost every sentence can make his soul fluctuate, which is extremely painful.
"Ginny! Don't read it! Ginny! Don't read it! Don't write it!" Riddle's handwriting was extremely messy this time, and he couldn't see any sense of beauty.
"What's wrong?" It was the first time Ginny encountered such a situation, and she panicked.
Although she hasn't had much contact with Mr. Riddle recently, Mr. Riddle can be regarded as the first outsider who is willing to listen to her confide, so she doesn't want Mr. Riddle to have an accident.
"I have to find a way to get out of here! Otherwise, I will be played to death by this bullshit Heart Sutra sooner or later!" Riddle thought to himself, "I have to change to another host, this little girl is no longer reliable!"
"Little Ginny." The cursive characters returned to elegance again, "It suddenly occurred to me that I might know something about the Chamber of Secrets, and I can share it with you."
"Really?" Ginny was a little surprised, "Do you know where the Chamber of Secrets is?"
"Yes," said cursive script, "it's like Halloween, open up your soul to me, and I'll tell you all I know."
Ginny hesitated, she couldn't remember exactly what happened after she opened her soul to the magic notebook on Halloween.
But her intuition told her that after opening her soul last time, nothing good should have happened.
"Last time, it was because you didn't trust me that you lost your memory." Cursive characters persuaded patiently, and wrote a line of handwriting, "This time, if you open up to me without reservation, there will be no Problem."
"But..." Ginny still hesitated.
"It's okay." The cursive characters continued to comfort, "I know what you're worried about. But think about it, if you can get important information about the secret room, if you can open the secret room, then you can get honor."
"You will feel inferior in front of Harry Potter, just feel that you are too mediocre. But you can tell the school that you already know how to open the Chamber of Secrets, don't they praise you, don't Harry Potter Don't you really realize your existence?"
Ginny hesitated again and again, and the image of Harry smiling and approaching her appeared in her eyes, as if she hesitated.
The curly font continued: "That's right! I remember that if you can get great honors in school, the school will also provide a lot of scholarships, and you can use these scholarships to do something you want to do."
"Come on! Mr. Riddle, I'm ready!" Ginny wrote quickly.
Riddle complained frantically in his heart: "Why does the scholarship hold a higher status in your heart than Harry Potter! Isn't he the girl of your dreams?"
It has been a long time since she opened this magic notebook, let alone confide in this magic notebook.
When she opened the magic notebook and hadn't written anything on it, the swashbuckling characters appeared automatically, and they seemed a bit messy:
"Good evening! Little Ginny! Why haven't you come to see me recently? Aren't we friends? You are no longer willing to share with me what you have learned from school?"
"My heart aches, because I think about going back to this school all the time. But without the help of little Ginny, I can't understand the current Hogwarts through your eyes."
"Maybe little Ginny already has more friends now, so she doesn't need me anymore, obviously I regard you as my most important friend."
"Sorry! Mr. Riddle!" Seeing a series of cursive words, the feeling of guilt suddenly hit her, making her heart ache.
She began to share her campus knowledge with the Magic Notebook again, and at the same time, under the suggestion of the Magic Notebook, she asked about some magic that she didn't fully understand.
This Mr. Riddle should be a very knowledgeable person. In class, Ginny had some magic that she couldn't understand at once, and she would have a feeling of enlightenment after dialing in the magic notebook.
If it was just like this, the Magic Notebook would certainly not be satisfied. After feeling that the time was ripe, Riddle wrote a slightly hasty cursive script:
"Little Ginny, you don't seem to have mentioned the martial arts class again. Did something happen, so that class was cancelled?"
Ginny wrote: "No! Why would Mr. Riddle ask such a question? Is it because of Halloween? It must have been a prank, and it hasn't happened again since then."
"It must be a prank, right? I often had nightmares during those few days, feeling like I killed the cat..."
"Nightmare?" The swashbuckling characters were somewhat frivolous. "What kind of nightmare is it? Can you share it with me? Little Ginny, I am willing to solve your problems."
Riddle kind of enjoyed the feeling, he couldn't wait to know what kind of nightmares Ginny had and how they bothered her.
However, Ginny's answer made him very dissatisfied: "It's been so long, I've forgotten all these nightmares. Soon, Harry will represent the academy in the Quidditch competition. I'm really looking forward to it!"
"Forgot? That's great!" Riddle felt that this matter was not good at all, "It seems that little Ginny has grown up, can you share how to forget it?"
"The Tranquil Heart Sutra! Taught by Assistant Ryan!" Ginny wrote. "It was a lot of work! But the effect is really good! I can feel the nightmare being forgotten until it is wiped away, like It's as if the mind is purified."
"It really is." Riddle felt vaguely uneasy, and he already understood why Ginny hadn't opened the notebook for so long.
Martial arts class!What a nasty subject!This is heresy!
"Could you share with me the Tranquil Heart Sutra?" Riddle continued. "I would also like to know its magic."
"Okay!" Ginny did not refuse the request. She had already recited the "Quiet Heart Sutra", and writing it silently would also deepen the impression.
In order to prevent Mr. Riddle from being confused, she first recited the pinyin in a low voice, and wrote down the pinyin list, and then began to silently write the "Quiet Heart Sutra".
Even though the knowledge of martial arts is heresy in Riddle's view, he still accepts this knowledge very quickly, and has basically mastered the pinyin table.
But he regretted why he could accept this knowledge so quickly. When the "Qing Jing Heart Sutra" entered his soul sentence after sentence through the notebook, he felt a trembling feeling.
That kind of trembling from the deepest part of the soul, almost every sentence can make his soul fluctuate, which is extremely painful.
"Ginny! Don't read it! Ginny! Don't read it! Don't write it!" Riddle's handwriting was extremely messy this time, and he couldn't see any sense of beauty.
"What's wrong?" It was the first time Ginny encountered such a situation, and she panicked.
Although she hasn't had much contact with Mr. Riddle recently, Mr. Riddle can be regarded as the first outsider who is willing to listen to her confide, so she doesn't want Mr. Riddle to have an accident.
"I have to find a way to get out of here! Otherwise, I will be played to death by this bullshit Heart Sutra sooner or later!" Riddle thought to himself, "I have to change to another host, this little girl is no longer reliable!"
"Little Ginny." The cursive characters returned to elegance again, "It suddenly occurred to me that I might know something about the Chamber of Secrets, and I can share it with you."
"Really?" Ginny was a little surprised, "Do you know where the Chamber of Secrets is?"
"Yes," said cursive script, "it's like Halloween, open up your soul to me, and I'll tell you all I know."
Ginny hesitated, she couldn't remember exactly what happened after she opened her soul to the magic notebook on Halloween.
But her intuition told her that after opening her soul last time, nothing good should have happened.
"Last time, it was because you didn't trust me that you lost your memory." Cursive characters persuaded patiently, and wrote a line of handwriting, "This time, if you open up to me without reservation, there will be no Problem."
"But..." Ginny still hesitated.
"It's okay." The cursive characters continued to comfort, "I know what you're worried about. But think about it, if you can get important information about the secret room, if you can open the secret room, then you can get honor."
"You will feel inferior in front of Harry Potter, just feel that you are too mediocre. But you can tell the school that you already know how to open the Chamber of Secrets, don't they praise you, don't Harry Potter Don't you really realize your existence?"
Ginny hesitated again and again, and the image of Harry smiling and approaching her appeared in her eyes, as if she hesitated.
The curly font continued: "That's right! I remember that if you can get great honors in school, the school will also provide a lot of scholarships, and you can use these scholarships to do something you want to do."
"Come on! Mr. Riddle, I'm ready!" Ginny wrote quickly.
Riddle complained frantically in his heart: "Why does the scholarship hold a higher status in your heart than Harry Potter! Isn't he the girl of your dreams?"
