Sending Hermione away, Van Lin sat back at the table silently by himself, staring blankly at the book that had been calling in his heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Harry and Ron were back upstairs early, both of them already asleep.

After all, days of intense searching for evidence can be extremely exhausting, and in fact, a large part of the reason Van Lin asked Hermione to go back upstairs to sleep was because of the bloodshot in Hermione's eyes. That's because of the consequences of not getting enough rest.

The night at Hogwarts had become quieter, and Van Lin hadn't practiced his piano for a long time, and he hadn't heard the laughter of the little Gryffindor wizards for a long time.

Lady Loris, Colin, Sir Nicholas, and Justin are names that are like boulders pressed down on the chest, and people are a little breathless.

Staring blankly at the fire in front of him, Van Lin was hunched on the coffee table, holding the quill Hermione had given him in one hand and pressing the black notebook with the other.

Maybe it was because Fan Lin's strength was too weak and weak, he could clearly feel the call from the bottom of his heart, but when he used his magic power to check this strange black book, the black notebook was like it was sold in a store, and there was no fluctuation in magic at all.

However, a notebook from fifty years ago, and the surface is still so worn, and it has been soaked in toilet water.

Any kind of book or notebook cannot be preserved for 50 years, which is the biggest irrationality of this black notebook.

It was so intact except for the tattered cover that it must have been magically worked on by the notebook's owner, Tom Riddle.

But Van Lin tried all sorts of things, the Manifestation Potion, the latest style of the Manifestation Eraser, the Contact Charm, and even the stupidest of the Flame Immersion Immersions.

However, the strange black notebook was still in front of him, as if it had just been picked up, with a black and worn cover, and there was no place for it.

However, the time in a daze did not last long, and the newly stained ink of the quill pen finally dripped from the nib.

It dripped onto Fan Lin's hand holding the notebook, and the ink slowly flowed through his fingers, and the wet touch woke Fan Lin up from a daze.

"Damn it......" Fan Lin scolded secretly, he was in a bad mood, especially now with a large black piece on his hand, which made Fan Lin's mood even more irritable.

A blue magic power flowed from Fan Lin's fingertips, and it quickly wrapped the ink on Fan Lin's hand, as if someone was washing Fan Lin's hands, and soon, the ink traces disappeared without a trace on Fan Lin's hand.

Van Lin was going to draw and sleep, no matter how he was in a daze, he felt that it would be impossible to crack the secret of this notebook tonight.

I was about to close the damn notebook, but the mutation on the paper suddenly caught Fanlin's attention.

The ink that had been flowing down the fingers seemed to have been absorbed, spreading and penetrating on the paper until it disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened.

Then, a brand new line of notes suddenly appears at the top of the page.

"You should be careful, this is a damage to the book......"

Van Lin picked up the black notebook and examined it over and over again, but he did not find the ink caused by his mistake, and he did not find the source of the words that came to him......

After thinking about it for a moment, Van Lin tried to write something on it, and judging from the words that suddenly appeared, perhaps the right way to open it was to communicate.

"Hello......" Van Lin hesitated, "My name is Van Lin Al, I'm sorry, I accidentally spilled some ink just now......"

After waiting for a while, a new text gradually appeared in front of Fan Lin's eyes, letter by letter, as if someone was talking to Fan Lin through writing in the space inside.

"It's okay, these will be absorbed by the paper anyway, as long as you pay attention to it later. ”

As if in response to the words on the paper, the words written by Van Lin and the unknown person gradually disappeared from the paper.

"I'm sorry, but I'd like to ask, are you the owner of this notebook? or, Mr. Tom Riddle?"

"That's right...... My full name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. ”

"Really?" Van Lin looked shocked, "But, you are from fifty years ago, do you still have a notebook connected to this one?"

"Uh......"

The question clearly stumped Tom, and Van Lin could see Tom Riddle's hesitation in the speed at which the handwriting appeared.

"No, it's just a simple piece of alchemy I made when I was at Hogwarts, and all you feel now is memories of when I was still at Hogwarts. ”

"Memory?" Van Lin wrote, "but memory is not a fragment, it is like a meditation basin, but the meditation basin cannot communicate with other people. ”

"It's just a simple magic, he connects me directly to my mind. ”

"Soul?" asked Van Lin.

In fact, that's it. Tom said, "How did you get my diary?"

"Oh," Van Lin could see that the other party did not want to continue the conversation, "I found this notebook in Myrtle's toilet, and there were other books at the time, and some people tried to soak them in the water for prank. ”

"Oh, that's terrible. ”

"Why did you leave this notebook?" said Fan Lin with some confusion, "Shouldn't such a delicate alchemy product be put away by himself?"

"......No," Tom wrote, "it is not true, but the book is a product of alchemy, but he seals my memories of Hogwarts, so what is the use of me taking them? ”

"Hogwarts matters?" Van Lin wrote heavily, "what's going on at Hogwarts, and what do you mean?"

"Everything!" Tom wrote, as if he was very confident in his memory.

However, Fan Lin faintly felt a little uneasy, since he got this diary, Fan Lin's heart has constantly felt the call of the diary, or the temptation. And after a brief conversation, Tom's focus is clearly on his memory, and he seems to be waiting for Van Lin to ask him something.