Strangely, there was such a monster roaming around the school, and it didn't cause any panic. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After a quiet weekend with the fierce Seeker on the Quidditch field, Shea can also come to the new week with peace of mind. Xie An solemnly instructed Qiu a few words, asking her not to wander around the castle at will, and the girl who was made red by her boyfriend nodded shyly, completely unaware that behind this request actually meant a miserable green murderous snake dozens of meters long.

The students went to class as usual, the players played Quidditch as usual, and the young students fell in love and studied all sorts of strange spells and herbs. Xie An was bored fiddling with the herbs in front of him, and the poor little creature kept swinging his little hands and feet, screaming loudly. It's a pity that Xie An wore thick earmuffs and couldn't hear the sound at all.

Neville Longbottom, who had a talent for herbs, was stunned by the cry of this magical creature between plants and animals, without putting on his earmuffs. Classes had to be suspended for a while.

Luna looked curiously at the little thing in front of her, and couldn't help but poke its little belly with her fingers with dragon skin gloves, and the little creature that looked like a ginseng doll opened its mouth wide and cried desperately.

"Did you know that the longest-lived plant can live for more than 10,000 years, and I heard that you can still see this plant in the deserts of the Americas? Luna said word by word to Xie An.

Xie An couldn't hear her voice, but he could roughly understand what she meant through his mouth, especially the words more than 10,000 years old. Changing the little guy in his hand into another flower pot, then burying the little guy alive with the prepared soil, and finally pouring a little juice on it, Xie An's task was completed.

Herbal classes were fun for most of the students, at least without having to breathe the rotten, foul-smelling air of the dungeon. Hermione repotted her plants and came to Andrew's side. Xie An gave Hermione a strange look, not knowing what was wrong with her. Hermione didn't take off her earmuffs, nor did she look at Shea, and wrote on the table with her wand: See you after class.

Xie An was still considering whether to flee to France today, and was hesitating at this time. I heard that France also has good wizarding schools, and it is not necessary to hang yourself from a tree. But after waiting for a few lessons, Xie An had already dispelled this idea.

Hogwarts may not be called home, but it is Shea's alma mater. Even if he only studied here for one year, this mysterious school had already left a deep impression on Xie An's heart, and besides, everyone Xie An could call a friend went to school here. Whether you feel that you are doing well or not depends largely on how many friends you have, and the friends who can really share your interests directly determine whether your extracurricular time is rich and colorful.

Hermione was undoubtedly a qualified and quality friend who would bring Sheaa to a good influence. The professor of the herbology class announced the end of the class, and the students quickly rushed out, Xie An packed up his gloves and earmuffs, and after seeing Hermione also pack her things, the two of them walked out of the classroom together.

"Andrew, I've got something to do with you. Hermione held a few books in her arms and looked at Xie An with a solemn face.

"Oh, by the way, you said you had something to tell me that day, and Ginny fainted at the time, what happened?" Hermione had asked Shea to do her a favor in the library that day.

"We'll talk about my dad later, I need your expertise, you look at this. Hermione took a black-skinned notebook from her bosom and handed it to Shea.

Ginny's notebook!Xie Ann recognized this thing at a glance.

"Is this...?" A plain black notebook, with no patterns or logos on the cover, and no font on either side of the square, it looks no different from a normal notebook in the Muggle world. But Xie An didn't dare to take it lightly, now there are too many wizarding items that can carry grudges and kill, from Muggles who will receive strange phone calls immediately after watching them, and then hang up the videotape at a fixed time, to the cute book that can kill people by writing people's names mysteriously, these crazy wizards' alchemy items can each bring fatal damage.

"After Ginny fainted that day, I took her to the hospital with a couple of Gryffindor students, and Ginny held the notebook tightly in her arms, refusing to let go even if she passed out. Madam Pomfrey claims that Ginny is in a dangerous situation and that her life seems to be running by all the time. However, after examining Ginny's body, it was found that she did not have the slightest external or internal injuries. Hermione stated calmly and solemnly.

"Hmm. Xie An opened the notebook, there was no font on the yellowed paper, Xie An turned back from the first page, and checked the notebook page by page.

Madam Pomfrey suspected that Ginny had been subjected to a sacrificial ritual and was very worried about Ginny's safety. She had already reported the matter to Headmaster Dumbledore. But the principal was not at the school for the past few days, and I didn't see the principal. ”

"Well, and then?" was blank on the journal, but in the middle pages, there were obvious water stains, which looked like water droplets had fallen on them, slowly staining into strange patterns.

"Do you remember the last time we met this notebook?" asked Hermione, staring at Shayne.

Of course, in the library, Ginny seemed nervous. Xie An touched the water stains with his hand, strangely, these water stains did not seem to have dried up, and there was a feeling of dampness.

"Yes, Ginny said it was her journal at the time, but I didn't see any font when I checked it yesterday, don't you think it's strange?" Hermione didn't use any conclusions to avoid misleading Shea, she wanted to see what Shea would draw from these things.

"Maybe it's just a little magic, you know, many wizards encrypt their personal belongings, and only with the right magic can the handwriting be revealed. Xie An stared at the water stains, and for some reason, he felt that they were someone's tears.

"But Ginny is only at the level of a first year, and she can't master such complex magic. Hermione denied.

"Not necessarily, the Weasley brothers often surprise me. To be cautious, have you checked it?" Xie An turned the page that was suspected of being stained with tears, and there were several pages behind it with such traces, if it was really someone's tears, it looked like she was not doing well.

A lonely and poor girl, every day writes her little heart in this strange book, occasionally that day is very bad, strong tears will flow out in the middle of the night when no one is around. Under the candlelight, crystal tears left the clear eyes, like shooting stars, falling and shattering on the diary. Then the salty tears gradually turned into sad patterns.

"I've checked, but I'm not sure, I can feel powerful magic attached to it, but I can't detect it. Hermione explained nervously that yesterday she wanted to use some common detection magic to check the notebook, such as the manifestation of the evil spell, but nothing happened, Hermione intuitively felt that the diary had a big secret, so she tried to bake the diary on the candle.

The flame of the candle did nothing to hurt the diary, not even to raise its temperature.

Xie An turned the entire diary to the last page, except for the water stain in the middle, this notebook did not show any special place, ordinary, without the slightest peculiarity.

"It doesn't look special, so what do you mean, Hermione?" Xie An took out the poplar staff and tapped the journal lightly, but there was no response.

"What if you add it to the fact that it is invulnerable?" Hermione told Xie An about her discovery in a serious manner.

"Fire and water are invulnerable? Xie An replaced the poplar staff with the Fusang wooden staff, and then put the diary on the ground.

"Clear water is like a spring. An ice-blue light flashed from the Fuso wooden staff, and a stream of clear water erupted from one end of the wand and poured directly onto the diary. The flow of water did not leave any traces on the diary. It's strange.,It's the same water.,Tears can be stained like in a notebook.,But ordinary water doesn't react at all.,It's really strange.。

"Suzuzo Flame!" Bright blue flames burst out of Shea'an's wand and pounced on the journal lying quietly on the ground, still unresponsive. The journal neither burned nor did anything else.

Xie An picked up the diary from the ground and touched the place where the flames were burning, and the temperature did not change. There was no dirt on the back either. Xie An checked the diary repeatedly: "At least it means that this journal is attached with a permanent spell to prevent fire and water, oh, of course, and a cleaning spell to prevent dust." ”

"Andrew, do you still think it's an ordinary notebook?" asked Hermione, a little dissatisfied.

"Some wizards protect their belongings very well, for example, I like to cast reinforcement spells on my textbooks, so that I can sell second-hand books at a good price in the future. Of course, Shayne didn't think it was an ordinary notebook, but now that neither of them had obtained more important evidence, Shea and Hermione could only deny each other in the hope of reaching a firmer conclusion.

"Well, Andrew, if that doesn't convince you, I have a more important piece of evidence. That's what I stumbled upon as well. Hermione said to Shea with some concern.

"And?" Xie An kept clicking on the journal with his poplar staff, and he couldn't feel any powerful spell on it.

"I've written on it!" Hermione whispered.

Xie An was stunned, there were no words in the diary, Xie An had already confirmed it page by page, Xie An looked up at Hermione, Hermione turned a little pale and continued: "Before I found out the fact that the diary is inviolable, I wrote some words in the diary, and those words disappeared quickly, and then, new words appeared in my own book!" Hermione looked even more nervous, and unconsciously held her wand.

"What's the content? What is the content you wrote, and what is the font content that came out later?" Xie An frowned, staring at Hermione.

"I just wrote a few lines of poetry from the poet Bedou, and it doesn't matter, the key is the font that appeared later, in the diary. Hermione, as if she needed to recall, moved closer to Shea's side before she continued, "That journal is like thinking, and it has beautiful floral characters on it: Hello, judging by the font, you are not crying Ginny, nice to meet you, my new friend, you can call me Tom, Tom Riddle." ”

"It seems familiar, Tom Riddle? Xie An looked at Hermione suspiciously, and found that Hermione's face had completely faded from blood, leaving only nervousness and uneasiness.

"That's the man's name!" Hermione stared nervously at Shea, hoping to gain some courage from him.

"Who's that?" Xie An still didn't react.

"Dark Lord, his name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, I've seen it in books!" Hermione nervously approached Shayne and whispered directly in Shea'an's ear, gently grabbing Shayne's wizarding robe with her hand, her voice so small that she seemed afraid that the close diary could hear it.

Xie An was stunned, Dark Lord, could it be Voldemort? Could this be the diary that carried Voldemort's past? And it seemed that a powerful spell had been cast on it, and Xie An immediately threw the diary on the ground.

Those powerful characters who think they can't be understood like to have a diary in which they record their truest selves. Sometimes they are helpless, sometimes they are sad, and more often they are miserable. In order for them to persevere, rather than break down, they need to read or confide, the former making them feel like they are talking to the sages, and the latter making them feel like they are talking to the future. In short, it is to solve the monster that haunts them at this moment of loneliness.

Finding a confidant comrade on the common road is not easier than finding a confidant who will always support you. But keeping a journal is a good simple and economical solution. Now, if this diary is really Voldemort's diary, Xie An can't imagine what it contains: whether it is the indignant young man's bitter accusation of social injustice, or the faithful record of Hogwarts' delicious recipes and his own little luck, or Tom also had a crush on a beautiful classmate from a Gryffindor house who smiled at him gently, or recorded the powerful Slytherin's plans and ambitions for the future, of course, the most likely is some powerful spells, self-created or learned, and the most unlikely is the experience of crime, which is too imprudent。

Voldemort kept his privacy and weakness tightly guarded, and the diary that recorded his past was now just a tightly guarded dangerous wizard's object with no known purpose or use.

Seeing that the diary was ruthlessly thrown to the ground, Xie An and Hermione took a step back in unison, looking nervously at the black leather diary on the ground, a gust of wind blew, and the diary opened by itself.