In the bathroom, the three of Harry stared at each other.

In front of them, the cauldron that had been gurgling and bubbling had now turned into scattered pieces, and the hot and thick potion was scattered all over the ground, flowing down the cracks in the floor.

"It's over...... It's all over......"

Hermione sat on the floor, mechanically repeating the dejected words, a little freckled face with a tearless expression.

“……”

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, and both saw a hint of helplessness and happiness in each other's eyes.

Unfortunately, they obviously passed the rarest level, but they fell on the last step before success, and fortunately, they finally didn't have to try to drink this potion as ugly and smelling as black mud!

"What now?" Ron sighed, staring at the potions on the ground, "We can't go to Snape's private storage room and steal the herbs again, can we?" ”

"Of course not." Harry frowned and shook his head, "Snape isn't a fool, he's already been targeted this time, and if he does it again, he's not as lucky as he is now." ”

"Great!"

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the floor with a relaxed expression.

"Merlin's beard! Messing around in Snape's Potions class is even more dangerous than poking a sleeping dragon in the eye...... I don't want to die at Snape's hands before we find the heir to the Chamber of Secrets! ”

Hearing Ron's muttering, Harry shook his head helplessly and amusefully.

Then, he reluctantly turned his head to look at Hermione, who was also a little distracted.

"What's next?"

“…… I have to think of other ways. ”

Hermione came back to her senses, sighed a little dejectedly, and was just about to get up from the ground when she suddenly saw the black notebook hidden under the crucible fragments.

Harry nodded when he heard this, and then seemed to remember something, and said with some hesitation.

"By the way, you guys...... Don't you think Fang Cai's screams are familiar? ”

"Huh?" Ron gave him a strange look, "Why do you ask that, aren't girls screaming the same?" ”

"Really?" Harry glanced at Ron for a few moments, hesitated, and then said, "But how do I sound like Ginny's voice......

"Ginny?!"

Ron's eyes widened, and then his eyes stared at Harry warily.

"Hey, Harry, when did you even hear Ginny's screams? I can't even tell the difference between this kind of thing, I'm her brother! ”

"Then you should reflect on yourself!" Harry rolled his eyes, then quickly explained, "On the first day I went to your house, Ginny welcomed me with this, don't you remember?" ”

“…… Is it? ”

Ron had a suspicious look on his face, and his mind thought about the scene of that day.

"And you're focusing on a weird focus, isn't it?"

Harry pouted.

"Guys."

Hermione's voice suddenly rang out, drawing the two of them to their attention.

"Look at this!"

Hermione stood in front of the broken cauldron, picked up the black notebook soaked in the potion with two fingers, and said in a somewhat strange tone, "This book is strange......

"Hey!"

Before Hermione could say anything, Ron scurried over and knocked her notebook to the ground.

"Ahh

Hermione was startled, and when she came to her senses, she looked at Ron angrily.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm saving you!"

"Huh?"

Hermione's face was puzzled, and Harry was a little puzzled.

Ron stared at the black notebook on the floor and explained in a solemn tone.

"My dad told me that there are a lot of books in the world full of black magic, for example, anyone who reads this book can only speak in limericks for the rest of their lives, and an old wizard in Bath who has a book full of deadly attraction in his hand that you can never put down if you look at it, and-"

"Okay, we got it."

Harry walked past Ron and picked up the black notebook.

"At least we're going to take a look at the cover, aren't we?"

"......," Ron rolled his eyes, "don't say I didn't warn you, most of those books have black covers, just like you have them!" ”

"This is Hogwarts, and dangerous books were ...... fifty years ago Wait a minute! ”

Harry's eyes widened before he could finish speaking, his gaze fixed on the date on the black cover.

Hermione and Ron hurried over, and then—

“…… The book was written fifty years ago? ”

The three of them looked at each other.

Harry hesitated, but put his hand on the cover, intending to open the book.

At that moment, a sound of footsteps came from far and near the door, and the three of Harry were startled.

Harry hurriedly stuffed the notebook into his school bag, and Ron and Hermione hurriedly ran to the corner of the bathroom to get a mop and a broom to clean the soup on the ground.

However, it was already too late for them to act......

“…… Harry? Ron? ”

A head with red hair poked in through the doorway, brown eyes suspiciously swept over the three men in the bathroom, and then landed on the broken cauldron and spilled potion on the ground.

"What are you doing?"

Percy ...... That's great! ”

Seeing the familiar red hair, Harry and Ron breathed a long sigh of relief.

The man was Percy Weasley, the prefect of Gryffindor and Ron's third brother.

Fortunately, it's my own people!

Ron's face was completely relaxed.

"So what the hell are you guys doing?"

Percy Weasley walked in with a frown, looking suspiciously at the potion on the ground.

"Ah...... This ......" Ron said with a wink, a slight stumbling tone, "I'm asking Hermione and Harry to teach me how to set up my homework for today...... Percy, you know, I don't really have a talent for it......"

As he spoke, Ron gave a somewhat embarrassed look of "you know".

Percy apparently believed it immediately, and he sighed helplessly.

"I said a long time ago, you should spend more time on studying, look at you, you're in the second grade now, and you can still make the crucible fry with the help of two people...... Hurry up and clean up the ground, the night has not been very peaceful lately, don't wander outside the dormitory for too long! ”

"Uh-huh!"

The three of them nodded again and again, looking like "you are right".

Percy Weasley nodded in satisfaction.

He coughed twice, assumed a dignified posture, and turned to walk out the door.

But before Harry and the others could show a relaxed expression, a familiar voice rang out again.

"Wait!"

The three of them looked up, and suddenly saw Percy, who had just walked out of the door, actually walked in again.

“…… Anything else? Ron asked, pouting.

"What else could be done?" Percy Weasley glared at Ron, then rolled up the sleeves of his Gryffindor uniform and walked towards the corner, "I'll clean up with you, this way!" ”

“……”

The three of them immediately looked at each other and nodded helplessly.

“…… All right! ”

……

……

The next morning, in the dining hall of Hogwarts.

Hermione looked left and right, and asked in a low voice toward the other side.

"Harry, did you read the Black Book last night?"

“…… No. Ron shook his head, "There were so many people in the dorm room, and Harry and I were afraid that something would happen, so we didn't get the book out." ”

"Then take it out now." Hermione whispered, "Even if something happens here, there are so many professors here. ”

Harry nodded in agreement, reached out and took the book out of his bag, placed it on the empty table in front of him, and then solemnly flipped it open—

“…… Well? ”

Harry was slightly stunned, then frowned tightly, his fingers flipping through the book in front of him.

But alas, every page of the book is blank, there is no trace of writing, only on the first page, there is a vague name - Tom Riddle.

Both Harry and Hermione looked disappointed, with only Ron showing a hint of surprise.

“T……”

Ron opened his mouth, but before he could utter a complete word, Danas, who had just passed behind Harry and Ron, spoke before Ron.

Tom Riddle...... I've seen the name, he had received a Hogwarts Special Contribution Award fifty years ago, and the trophy was in the prize gallery on the fourth floor. ”