"Most of the credit goes to Owen!" Harry said directly, and then everyone's eyes were focused on Xingzhe's body, Owen looked natural, holding a sword in his left hand and his white ** staff in his right hand. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"We all want to know everything about it." Professor McGonagall said weakly.

Mrs. Weasley let go of Harry, who hesitated for a moment, then walked over to his desk and placed the Sorting Hat, the silver sword encrusted with rubies, and the remains of Riddle's journal on the table.

Then he began to tell them what had happened. He spoke for about a quarter of an hour, and everyone listened attentively, and the room was silent. He said that he always heard the discorporeal, wandering voice, and Hermione struggled to realize that what he heard was the sound of a basilisk lurking in a water pipe; He also recounts that he and Ron once followed the spider into the Forbidden Forest, and that Aragog told them where the last victim of the basilisk was killed.

At this time, Dumbledore's eyes looked at Xingzhe again, although Xingzhe's face was normal at this time, but he suddenly complained in his heart, damn, Dumbledore must know something!

...... So I guessed that the weeping myrtle was the victim, and the entrance to the secret room was probably in her bathroom......

"Very well," Professor McGonagall encouraged him to continue as he paused, "so you found out where the entrance is—and I must add, you broke more than a hundred school rules along the way—but how did you get out of there, Potter?" ”

So Harry continued, his voice hoarse from the incessant talking. He told them how Fawkes had arrived in time, how Xingzhe had been brave enough to challenge the basilisk, how Sorting Hat had given him the sword (not just Dumbledore, but almost everyone had seen him again). But then, his voice became hesitant. He had avoided mentioning Riddle's diary - Ginny. At this moment, Ginny was standing there, resting her head on Mrs. Weasley's shoulder, tears still silently rolling down her cheeks. What if they fired her? Harry pondered nervously. Riddle's diary is out of order...... How could they prove that Riddle had forced her to do all these things?

Harry instinctively turned his gaze to Dumbledore, only to see the Headmaster smile faintly and the firelight flickering on the lenses of his half-moon glasses.

"What interests me most," said Dumbledore mildly, "is how Voldemort used to confuse Ginny, for according to my sources, he is currently hiding in the Albanian forest." ”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief—a great, relieved sigh of relief, a sense of relief all over his body, and his heart warmed.

"W-what?" Mrs. Weasley said in a stunned voice, "Mystery man? Confused Ginny? But Ginny wasn't...... Ginny didn't ...... Is it? ”

"It's all this journal," Harry said quickly, grabbing the journal and showing it to Dumbledore, "Riddle wrote it when he was sixteen. ”

Dumbledore took the journal from Harry's hand, his gaze shot down his long hooked nose, staring intently at the wet, charred pages.

"It's remarkable," he said softly, "needless to say, he's probably the best student Hogwarts has ever seen." He turned to face the Weasleys, both of whom looked confused. Few people know that Voldemort used to be called Tom Riddle. Fifty years ago, at Hogwarts, I taught him personally. He disappeared after leaving school...... Traveling all over the world, footprints to the ends of the earth...... Sinking deeper and deeper into the mire of dark magic, mingling with the most evil in the wizarding world, undergoing many dangerous magical transformations, and finally reappearing as Lord Voldemort, it is difficult for people to recognize him. Hardly anyone associated Voldemort with the smart, handsome boys' student council president who had studied here. ”

"But what about Ginny?" Mrs. Weasley said, "What does our Ginny have to do with him?" ”

"His day—diary!" Ginny sobbed, "I've been -- writing on it, for a whole year, and he's- he's kept writing me back-"

"Ginny!" Mr. Weasley was stunned and said, "Didn't I teach you?" What have I been telling you? Never trust anything that can think for itself unless you see where it is hiding your mind. Why didn't you show me or your mom the diary in the first place? A suspicious thing like that, apparently full of black magic hex! ”

"I—I don't know," Ginny was still crying sadly, "I found it in a book my mother gave me. I- I thought somebody was caught in there, forgot about ......"

"Miss Weasley should go to the hospital immediately," Dumbledore interjected, "it's a painful ordeal for her. The school will not punish her in any way. Many wizards who were older and more resourceful than her were blinded by Voldemort. He strode over to the door and opened it. Bed rest and, perhaps, a big steaming glass of chocolate milk, I've always found it good for my mood. He said, looking down and winking at Ginny kindly. You'll find that Madam Pomfrey hasn't slept yet. She's just handing out Mandela herbal water - dare I say, the basilisk victim could wake up at any moment. ”

"So, Hermione is fine!" Ron said happily.

"No lasting damage was caused." Dumbledore said.

Mrs. Weasley led Ginny out, and Mr. Weasley followed, still looking badly battered.

"You know, Minerva," Professor Dumbledore said thoughtfully to Professor McGonagall, "I think it's worth a feast to celebrate. Can I please inform the kitchen? ”

"Alright," said Mrs. McGonagall dryly, as she made her way to the door, "Potter and Weasley will be left to you, won't you?" Of course.... And Mr. Owen Paul. ”

"Of course." Dumbledore said.