Section I

Before the Polyjuice Potion was about to expire, Harry and Ron made an excuse to leave the Slytherin common room and hurried back to the girls' bathroom. Hermione had turned back to her own form, and put away the cauldron and cup.

"Let's get out of here, it's too long to be discovered," Hermione said as she looked at Harry and the two of them, "How's it going?" ”

"We were lucky enough to meet Malfoy and talk to him in the Slytherin common room for a while," Harry and Ron looked at each other for a moment, a little dejected, "It wasn't Malfoy's doing, he doesn't know much more about the Chamber of Secrets than we do." However, Malfoy said that the Chamber of Secrets could not have been opened by Sauron, which was probably the only good news. ”

"Oh, what did he say?" Hermione asked curiously.

Harry and Ron, you repeated what Malfoy had said, word for word.

"I didn't expect Malfoy to have a brain." Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"yes, and he seems to be an admirer of Sauron," Ron said, looking at Harry and Hermione and following Draco's tone, "He's a disgrace to His Highness......"

Harry smiled awkwardly, and Hermione looked at Ron in surprise, "Your Highness, who is Your Highness?" ”

"Who, suddenly, is Sauron?" Ron smiled and said, "Malfoy calls Sauron His Highness, and I think he is afraid of Sauron to death. ”

Hermione's expression became complicated, which confused Ron and Harry, "What's the problem, Hermione?" ”

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, "There's only one person who has been called His Highness by the Slytherins—" she looked at Harry and Ron, "and that's the mystery man......"

Meanwhile, at Beauxbatons' Christmas Ball, Fleur sits to the side in her evening gown and watches the students dancing to the music in the center of the hall.

"May I invite you to a dance, Miss Delacour," said a handsome boy, "you look beautiful to-day." ”

Fleur looked at the boy in front of her, smiled politely, and shook her head, "I'm sorry, I'm a little tired." ”

The boy shrugged loosely, "Have a good time, Miss Delacour, then." Then he turned around and went to find the other girls.

A schoolgirl walked over and sat down next to Fleur, "Why don't you dance, Fleur, you seem to have been sitting here alone since the beginning of the dance." ”

"Nothing, Lucy." Fleur smiled, "I'm just not interested." ”

The girl named Lucy didn't ask much when she saw it, but looked at Fleur instead, "You look so beautiful tonight, well, the necklace matches you very well, it makes you shine even more, is it new?" ”

Fleur wore a silver necklace, and the sapphire pendant was as clear as her eyes, shining charmingly in the light, reflecting her silver hair, which looked particularly beautiful.

"Well, Christmas presents," Fleur nodded, "from my-um-hmm-friends." ”

"Friends?" Lucy was a little surprised, "This necklace doesn't look cheap. ”

"Don't think about it." Fleur looked at Lucy's meaningful smile and blushed and explained, "Just a friend, a good friend." ”

"Oh—just friends." Lucy laughed......

Section II

Weeks passed, and there were no more attacks on the school, and Sauron was still not heard from, as if as Draco had said, the news about the Chamber of Secrets and Sauron was thought to be a cover-up. Harry looked a little anxious, thanks to Ron and Hermione having been comforting him. Isabella had a cold face all day, and her whole person exuded a chilling momentum, especially when Lockhart bragged in public or heard someone talking about Sauron-

"Tarangtella Dance!" Isabella shouted at a Hufflepuff, and a red light struck the freckled schoolboy, who then twitched and jumped in place.

"Don't do that, Isabella, calm down." Harry and the three happened to be passing by, and Hermione walked over and pulled her with some concern, while Harry and Ron pouted at the Hufflepuffs, like you deserved it.

"What happened here, what happened!? I'm a prefect! A man shouted and rolled through the chaotic crowd and squeezed in—it was Patsy, who looked around with his chest puffed out and a frown.

"Stop!" Patsy read as the cramping student slumped to the ground, and the Hufflepuffs guttered about what had happened.

"Miss Nemesis, for you cast a spell on a student in the hallway, deduct three Slytherin points." Patsy said, picking his chin.

"He was the one who said it there first!" Ron said angrily, and Harry was also dissatisfied.

"But the rules can't be broken, no matter who they are." Parcy said sternly, as if he were giving a speech.

Isabella didn't speak, she clenched her wand in her hand, glared at Patsy, and turned to walk away quickly. Hermione, looking a little worried, left with her, Harry and Ron following quickly.

"You shouldn't have done that." Hermione caught up with Isabella, who whispered, "Though they gossip and people are annoying. ”

"He deserves it." Isabella said coldly, "Incompetent fellow, who only mutters behind his back, and now that Sauron is gone, he is talking like a clown." ”

Harry looked at an angry Isabella and joked, "You know, you look like Professor McGonagall right now. ”

Harry's joke didn't seem to be successful, but Isabella wasn't as excited as she had been.

"Isabella, your recent affair seems to be very bad, which is not a good thing." Hermione said worriedly, "I haven't seen you laugh since Sauron left. ”

At the mention of Sauron, Isabella's expression instantly dimmed, and Harry opened his mouth and fell silent.

"Sorry, I have something to do, so I'll go first." Isabella finished speaking and left in a hurry.

Harry and the three looked at each other, hesitating to catch up with her and ask her about Sauron, when they heard an angry shout from 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 getting 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.

"What's wrong with her?" Ron said.

"Let's go over and see." Harry said, so they lifted their robes above their ankles and kicked through the raging water to the door with a "malfunction" sign. As usual, they ignored the notice and walked straight inside.

It's hard to believe that the crying myrtle cries louder and more poignant than before. She seems to be hiding in the toilet bowl she is used to. The washroom was dimly lit as gushing water doused the candles and damp the walls and floors.

"What's going on, Myrtle?" Harry asked.

"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 bigger stream of water and splashing it on the already soaked floor, "I'm here to stay, think about my own problems, someone thinks 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?"

Harry had said the wrong thing stupidly, and Hermione pulled him aside, but it was too late. Myrtle swelled herself up all of a sudden, looking very excited, startling the three of them, Harry and Ron subconsciously blocked Hermione behind hermone, and Myrtle 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, thinking about death, when the book suddenly fell from my head. Myrtle glared at them fiercely and said. Right there, it's all blistered. ”

Harry and Ron followed Myrtle's direction and looked down the pool to see a small, thin book lying on the ground. The tattered black cover, like everything in the bathroom, was completely soaked. Harry stepped forward to pick it up, but Ron suddenly reached out an arm and grabbed him.

"How?" Harry asked.

"Are you crazy?" "It could be dangerous," Ron said. ”

"Dangerous?" Harry said, laughing, "Stop, how can it be dangerous?"

Because some wizards will put a curse on some secret item to prevent others from getting it, Hermione said.

Ron nodded, "You'll be surprised to say that," looking at the book nervously, "My dad told me that there are some books confiscated by the Ministry of Magic, and one of them will blind your eyes." 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-"

"Okay, I've got it." Harry said.

The little book lay on the floor, wet and blurry.

"But we'll only know if we see it." He said, looking down and around Ron, picking up the book from the floor.

It is a diary, and the faded date on the cover indicates that it was fifty years ago. Harry eagerly flipped open, and on the first page, he could only recognize one name written in vague ink: Tom Riddle.

"Wait." Ron said, "I know the name...... Riddle received the Award for Special Contribution to the School fifty years ago. He had cautiously leaned forward, looking at the journal from behind Harry.

"How do you know?" Harry asked, surprised.

"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......

"Oh, you two are really, don't you ever read?" Hermione said with some reluctance, she took the diary and looked at it carefully, "There are more than twenty ways to make handwriting invisible in the library's books. ”

The trio rushed back to Gryffindor's common room with the journal, and Hermione carefully used a spell to dry it.

Ron said, "Maybe it's embarrassing to meet people." Ron joked, "It's just a broken journal that no one wants, and I don't understand why you didn't throw it away, Harry." ”

"I want to know why someone would want to throw it away." "Also, I'd love to know how Riddle got the Special Contribution Award to Hogwarts. ”

"Anything is possible," Ron said, "maybe he's caught thirty owls, or rescued a teacher from under the giant talons of a big squid." Maybe he murdered Myrtle, and that must have pleased everyone......"

But Harry saw the focused look on Hermione's face and knew she was turning the same thoughts as himself.

"How?" Ron said, looking at Harry and then at Hermione.

"That's right, the Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty years ago, wasn't it?" Hermione said, "That's what Malfoy said. ”

"yes......" Ron said slowly.

"This diary is also from fifty years ago." Hermione patted her diary excitedly.

"So what?"

"Oh, Ron, wake up." Hermione said unceremoniously, "You know, the last person who opened the Chamber of Secrets was expelled fifty years ago. We know that Tom Riddle was awarded the Special Contribution to the School Award fifty years ago. So, could Riddle have won the award for catching the heir of Stetelin? His diary is likely to tell us everything about where the chamber is, how it was opened, and what kind of animals were held inside. The guy who did all this aggression doesn't want this diary to be thrown around, is he?"

"It's a brilliant reasoning, Hermione," Ron said, "just a little fly in the ointment. There was nothing written in his thunderbolt. ”

Hermione pulled her magic skills out of her bag.

"Invisible ink, perhaps!" She whispered.

She tapped her diary three times with her wand and said, "Hurry up!"

No response. Undeterred, Hermione reached into her bag again and pulled out something like a bright red eraser. "This is the Visible Eraser, I got it in Diagon Alley." She said. She rubbed the "First of January" and saw nothing come up.

"Sue you, you won't find anything in there." Ron said, "Riddle just got a journal for Christmas and wasn't happy to spend time writing on it. ”

Harry couldn't even explain to himself why he hadn't thrown Riddle's diary away. The reality is that even though he knows that the diary is empty, he always feels as if it's a story, and he wants an ending. Harry was sure he had never heard of Tom Riddle's name before, but he always felt that it meant something to him, as if Riddle had forgotten about a friend of his childhood. However, this is absurd. He didn't have any friends before he came to Hogwarts, and the Dursleys refused to let him befriend.

Despite this, Harry decided to learn more about Riddle's situation. During recess the next day, he made his way to the prize showroom to take a closer look at Riddle's special medal. He was followed by Hermione, who was full of interest, and Ron, who was completely skeptical. Ron told them that he had grown tired of the prize showroom and didn't want to look at it again for the rest of his life.

Riddle's shiny gold medal is housed in a display case in the corner. It doesn't go into detail about why it was awarded to Riddle. ("Thankfully, otherwise the medal would have been even bigger, and I can't finish it until now.") Ron said. However, they found Riddle's name on an old merit medal and a list of former boys' student council presidents.

"Sounds like he looks a lot like Percy," Ron said, wrinkling his nose in disgust, "Prefect, the president of the boys' student council—maybe the first in his schoolwork." ”

"Listening to the tone of your voice, it seems like this is a bad thing." Hermione said in a slightly hurt voice.