"Here are some accounts of Riddle's school days, which a little girl gave me to keep when he became Voldemort. I still remember that they seemed to be a couple of lovers back then, but unfortunately the little girl disappeared later. It was not until later that he was found killed by Voldemort in the Soviet Union. ”

Dumbledore seemed to be reminiscing about the past, and seeing Yang Su's arrival, he handed the file bag to Yang Su and said, "Take a look, maybe you can find some clues." ”

Casually skimming through the information above, Yang Su learned some information about Voldemort when he was a student. However, to Yang Su's surprise, the little girl who wrote down these information was actually a descendant of Gryffindor. The descendants of Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw would practice together and learn from each other in a fun room.

In addition to some information that is now useless, Yang Su has a certain understanding of Voldemort from here.

It's just that the above description of Voldemort is too good, which may be the reason why the two were once lovers. But Yang Su still found the real Tom Riddle who was disguised by a beautiful description.

From the time he entered the school, he showed a love for dark arts, and learned all kinds of powerful magic under the guidance of the then director of Slytherin House. and is allowed to borrow books in the forbidden area.

However, Yang Su also noticed a not-so-obvious East Thing, Tom Riddle's diary. At the end of the message, it is written that Tom Riddle gave the diary that followed him as a student to the person who wrote the message.

"Dumbledore, are her relics still preserved? I want to see Tom Riddle's diary from his student days. Maybe there's a clue. ”

"No," Dumbledore said with a regretful look on his face, "Although the Soviet Ministry of Magic sent her relics back to Hogwarts at that time, there was no diary. According to the person who delivered the relic at the time, Voldemort once attacked their vault and took a diary. ”

"That diary is a Horcrux!" When Yang Su heard Dumbledore's words, he concluded, "If I'm not mistaken, that diary is definitely Voldemort's Horcrux. It's something that means a lot to him. It's just that I don't know if it appeared at the school this year. ”

"Well, it's a pity that there is no description of what the diary looks like. This message is just too much of a chicken rib. ”

"I'll go first if it's okay, Dumbledore just found out about the monsters in Slytherin. It is most likely a basilisk. ”

"How do you know? Just because Salazar Slytherin was a parseltongue? ”

"Of course, I've heard Hagrid say that roosters often die in the henhouse, and that the crowing of roosters is something he fears."

"I think we can record the rooster crowing and play it continuously between classes. Perhaps it can ensure the safety of students. ”

Listening to Yang Su's proposal, Dumbledore thought for a while and said, "This is the only way, let's inform it." It's stupid, but something has to be done. ”

In the days that followed, Hogwarts began to loop the crowing of the rooster during recess, perhaps it was the rooster crowing that had some effect. Or for some other reason, the monster was no longer moving. But not many people thought that the monster had been dealt with like that. No one will let their guard down until they see the corpse of the monster.

On this day, Harry and Ron transformed into two of Malfoy's henchmen through the Polyjuice Potion, and received some useful news from Malfoy.

However, when they returned to the women's bathroom on the first floor, the hidden place where the potions were refined, they saw Hermione drinking the failed polyjuice potion.

"Hermione, what's wrong with you?" Just as he was about to share the information he had just gotten with Hermione, Harry and Ron looked at Hermione in shock.

At this time, Hermione had cat hair on her face, her eyes turned yellow, and two long, pointed ears protruding from her hair.

"That's a cat hair!" She cried out bitterly, "Mi Yi Mi Lisen must have a cat!" But this soup is not used to deform animals!"

Seeing Hermione's condition at this time, Harry and Ron immediately took Hermione to the hospital. It didn't get any better until the end of Christmas.

After Christmas, some of the students thought she had been attacked and came to visit him.

At the end of the Christmas break that day, Harry and Ron came to visit Hermione when they heard an angry shout from someone upstairs.

"It's Filch." Harry whispered. They ran up the stairs in three steps and two steps, hiding out of the sight of others, listening intently.

"Do you think anyone will be attacked again?" Ron asked nervously. They stood motionless, poking their heads in the direction of Filch's voice, which was almost hysterical.

"I'm in trouble again! Mopping the floor all night, as if I didn't have enough work to do! No, it's unbearable, I'm going to find Dumbledore......" Filch's footsteps faded away, and they heard a loud closing of the door in the distance.

They poked their heads out of the corner. Filch was apparently standing guard in his usual place: they had come to the place where Lady Loris had been attacked. They could see at a glance why Filch was yelling. A large pool of water spread halfway down the hallway, and it looked like it was still seeping out from under the crack in the door of the weeping myrtle's bathroom. Now that Filch was no longer yelling, they heard Myrtle's cries echoing through the walls of the bathroom.

When the two of them entered the bathroom after wading through this large pool of water, they looked at the weeping myrtle and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Who are you?" Myrtle said in a gurgling voice, "Hit me with something again?"

Harry walked over to her room and said, "Why should I hit you with something?"

"Don't ask me," Myrtle shouted, squirting a louder stream of water and splashing it on the already soaked floor, "I'm here to be good, think about my own problems, some people think it's funny to throw a book at me.."

"Even if someone throws something at you, it won't hurt you." Harry said sensibly, "I mean, that thing can go straight through you, can't it?"

Soon Harry realized that he had said the wrong thing, and Myrtle swelled up and screamed, "Let everyone smash Myrtle with books, because she can't feel it at all!" If you hit her in the stomach with a book, you have to get 10 points! If you hit her head, you get 50 points! Very good, haha, haha! What a lovely game, I can't see it!"

"And who hit you with a book?" Harry asked.

"I don't know, I was sitting on the toilet seat at the time, and I was still reading a book." As she spoke, Myrtle pointed to a very thin book. The tattered black cover, like everything in the bathroom, was completely soaked.

Harry could tell that it was a diary. When he stretched out his hand, Ron stopped him, "Harry, don't move, my dad told me that some of the books confiscated by the Ministry of Magic will blind you. Anyone who has read the book "Sonnets of a Sorcerer" will only be able to speak in five-line limericks for the rest of their lives. An old wizard in Bath has a book that you will never be able to put down! Everywhere you go, you bury your face in a book, and you have to learn to do everything with one hand. And-"

"It's just a diary." With that, Harry picked up the book, despite Ron's resistance. He barely recognized the name of the person on it—Tom Slow Riddle

"I know the name...... Riddle received the Award for Special Contribution to the School fifty years ago. Ron had cautiously leaned forward by this time, looking at the diary from behind Harry.

"How do you know?"

"Because Filch punished me for staying at school and asking me to wipe his medal, about fifty times." Ron said angrily, "I got slugs on it with my burps that day, and I need to wipe them clean." If you spend a whole hour wiping the slime off a name, you'll remember that name too. Harry tore open the damp pages. Page by page is completely blank, without the slightest trace of writing.

"He didn't write a word." Harry said disappointedly.

"I don't understand why anyone would throw it away." Ron said curiously.

Harry flipped to the back cover and saw the name of a newspaper dealer on Vauxhall Road in London. "Riddle must be a Muggle," Harry said thoughtfully, "that's why he bought a diary on Vauxhall Road."

"Well, it's not going to be of much use to you anyway." Ron said, lowering his voice, "If you can hit Myrtle in the nose with it, you'll get fifty points." Harry, however, put the diary in his pocket.

The quiet days continued like this, and no students were attacked since Hogwarts began to play the crow of roosters between classes.

It wasn't until after Easter in March that the two little girls were attacked. Hermione in the Golden Triangle with a Ravenclaw girl.

A Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff Quidditch match was about to take place, and the poor girls were attacked for some reason.

Something unsettling to Dumbledore finally happened, and with it ensued by the Ministry of Magic, two and a half Gryffindors (half of the ghosts) and a Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff had been attacked. Dumbledore couldn't hold it back any longer. The Minister for Magic, Fudge, rushed to Hogwarts and followed Dumbledore to Hagrid's hut.

"It's terrible, Hagrid," Fudge said in a crisp and quick tone, "it's terrible, it has to come." There were four attacks on Muggles, which was too much and the Ministry of Magic had to take action. ”

"I didn't," Hagrid said pleadingly, looking at Dumbledore pleadingly, "You know I didn't, Professor Dumbledore, sir......"

"I hope you understand, Connelly, that I trust Hagrid completely." Dumbledore said with a frown at Fudge.

"But look, Albus," Fudge said unnaturally, "Hagrid's record is not in his favor." The Ministry of Magic had to take some measures, and you know this incident was so serious that I had to do something. I'm under a lot of pressure, and I hope you can understand that. ”

"Connelly, I'm still going to tell you that taking Hagrid away won't help at all." Dumbledore replied to the Minister of Magic solemnly. There seemed to be a spark in his eyes. Few people have ever seen Dumbledore as angry as he is now.

"Don't worry, knowing that it wasn't Brother Hai who did it, we will play him back. I promise that he will be cleared of all the charges he had with his previous crimes. At this point, Hagrid's eyes lit up with hope, but Fudge's next words threw him into hell: "Now Hagrid must come with us to Azkaban. ”

"Azkaban!" Hagrid cried out in horror as he heard Fudge's words.

And just then, Lucius Malfoy walked in the door that had not been closed. He was tightly wrapped in a long black travel cloak and had a cold, contented smile on his eyelids.

As he approached, Hagrid's teeth roared loudly.

"You're here, Fudge." He said with satisfaction, "Good, good......"

"What are you doing here?" Before Malfoy could finish speaking, Hagrid said angrily, "Get out of my house!"

"Believe me, my dear friend, I'm not glad to enter your room—oh—you call it a house?" Lucius Malfoy looked around at the small chamber and sneered, "I just came to see the school, and I was told the headmaster was here. ”

"What the hell are you looking for me, Lucius?" Dumbledore said. He spoke politely, but the anger still burned in his blue eyes.

"Things are terrible," said Mr. Malfoy lazily, pulling out a long roll of parchment.

"The board felt it was time to let you go. It's a recall order – you'll see twelve directors all sign it. We don't think you're using your talents. How many attacks have occurred so far? That's two this afternoon, aren't they? At this rate, there would be no Muggle students left at Hogwarts, and we all knew that would be a terrible loss for the school. ”

"Oh, what! What do you say, Lucius," Fudge said, and he asked, looking alarmed, "Dumbledore deposed...... No, it's absolutely not going to work! Absolutely not without Dumbledore now! ”

"The appointment of the Headmaster—ah, no, the removal—is a matter for the Board, Fudge," Mr. Malfoy said in a calm tone, "since Dumbledore has failed to prevent these attacks......"

"But, Lucius, if Dumbledore can't stop them—" Fudge's upper lip began to sweat as he panicked, "I mean, who can stop it?"

"We'll see," Malfoy said, a wicked grin on his face, "but what all twelve of our school trustees voted on—"