Chapter 168 The Mysterious Notebook

Riddle's gold medal was polished and stored in a display case with no indication of what had been awarded to Riddle. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"This is very unusual, the normal award always has to give a reason, which is the importance of the award. Harry said with some excitement, this is another great doubt, it is very rare that there is no reason for the award to be awarded.

"This proves that the reason for the award is not in sight, and that year the Slytherin heir was expelled and a student died in the school, what could be more worthy of a special contribution?" Hermione said with a clear understanding.

There were dead students in the academy, there was chaos, and only such a thing could give a special contribution award, but it was not possible to write a specific description on the trophy.

They also found Riddle's name on a list of male student presidents, and an old badge of merit belonging to Riddle.

"It looks like he's a lot like Percy. Ron wrinkled his nose in disgust, "It's the prefect again, the student council president, and maybe the first in the schoolwork." ”

"Look at your tone, is this something bad?" Hermione, as an honor student, immediately sensed a thorn in Ron's words.

"Absolutely not. Ron immediately pulled himself out, "I mean, maybe you can ask George what he might find." He immediately found a way to divert his gaze.

"Yes, since we can't see anything, it's better to ask George. Harry did just that, and found an expert for something.

George was in a good mood and seemed to be in a good mood during Christmas. He was not busy in the past, but read some myths and legends leisurely.

Listening to the intentions of Harry and the others, George closed a thick tome, and on the cover was vaguely a few big words "Minutes of Life and Death in the Underworld".

Harry knew all the individual words, and when they were combined, Harry was completely confused. What kind of story is this, I haven't heard of the wizarding world and the underworld, it seems to be something from a mythological story.

"So, you've found a magic book that may hold the secrets of the Slytherin heir. George said in a flat tone, as if he didn't care too much about it.

"We've tried a lot of things, but we haven't been able to find out the secret. Harry pulled the crumpled, worn-out, old Tomridel notebook out of his pocket and said in a solemn tone, "But I have a special feeling, it's not simple, and it even has some special connection with me. ”

Hearing this, George's face also changed slightly, and he said, "You did the right thing, Harry, wizards are not ordinary people, and wizards' intuition has a special meaning. So, don't ignore your instincts. He took the notebook and began to flip through it.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at George, what would he find.

Immediately, they were so frightened that they had to cover their mouths tightly with their hands to avoid screaming.

There was a flash of fire in George's eyes, a real flame, a beating, burning black flame that filled the entire eye socket. There were no eyeballs in his eyes, no whites of his eyes, only a blazing black flame.

Under George's black flame gaze, the tattered, crumpled notebook seemed to be isolated from the whole world.

It flickered and loomed, and even the three of Harry could see the black smoke visible to the naked eye on their notebooks. The smoke was wrapped in a cloud of smoke, and under George's gaze, it resisted and annihilated, silent, but they could feel the huge and terrifying magic fluctuations brought by the annihilation.

"I've found something interesting, do you want to see it?" said George, as if asking for their opinions.

"Since George said he could see, there would be no danger. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other and made a decision, didn't they come to George just to find out the truth?

They made a decision, George waved his hand at them, and the endless darkness enveloped them in an instant, and the world swirled.

Harry felt himself step over a swirling and distorting stream of light and color, and he didn't react until his feet hit solid ground. He immediately looked left and right, and Hermione, Ron, was not around.

He panicked a little, but quickly calmed down, since George had arranged for them to come in, there should be no danger. Maybe they'll be able to meet soon.

By this time Harry had already realized where he was, and he saw the portraits of sleeping on the walls, the round room. There was only one place in his memory that matched it, and it was Dumbledore's Headmaster's office.

But Dumbledore wasn't here at this time, sitting behind the table was a frail and shriveled old wizard, with only a few white hairs on the top of his bare head, how strange it was.

The old wizard was reading a letter by candlelight, and Harry, believing that he didn't have the man in his memory, said nervously, "I'm sorry, I didn't come in on purpose..."

But the old wizard didn't react, he didn't even raise his head, his mind was on the letter in his hand, and he frowned slightly.

"Can I go?" Harry didn't want to argue, but he had to ask for advice.

"I'm sorry I disturbed you, can I go now?" Harry raised his voice, almost shouting. But then he chuckled, and he still didn't hear it.

"I can't reach him?" Harry quietly tried, touching a book on the table, and sure enough, he passed by. He's like a ghost, completely out of touch with anything here.

At this moment, the old wizard sighed, folded the letter, stood up, and walked past Harry. The old wizard was completely oblivious to his presence, and pulled back the curtains.

The sky outside the window is a bright red sunset, and the light and shadow of the sunset are very mysterious, and it looks mysterious and wonderful. The old wizard returned to the table, sat down, looked at the door, and waited silently for something.

Harry continued to look at the office. There was no Phoenix Fawkes here, and there were no silver knick-knacks, which should have been the information hidden in the notebook, Hogwarts fifty years ago.

Harry didn't know how the notebook recorded the scene, but he knew what George meant by sending them here. They can discover the experience of that time through the memories in the book.

"Knock knock!" there was a knock on the door outside the office.

"Please come in!" the old wizard's voice was weak, and a boy of about sixteen years old walked in. He took off his pointed hat and bowed deeply, looking polite. With a gleaming silver prefect badge pinned to his chest, he was much taller than Harry and had shiny black hair.

(To be continued.) )