While heavy snow covers Hogwarts before Christmas, the restaurants are bustling with red, yellow, blue and green, and small fireworks everywhere.

"Two Mr. Weasleys," Ricciardo's voice sounded behind George and Fred, "if you don't want me to use my last deduction of the year on you, then please stop." ”

"Hey," the Weasley twins turned around, hiding the firecrackers in their hands, "I just wanted to improve this thing, after all, this thing is really underpowered......"

"Yes, Professor Silva," the old headmaster Whitebeard popped out of nowhere, holding a book, "it's not a big deal that Gryffindor likes this kind of thing......

"Playing with this kind of thing in the castle is to test how strong the castle is?" Ricardo pursed his lips and seemed to smile, "However, since the principal said it, then I'm embarrassed to interfere with anything." Let's go. ”

The Weasley twins looked at each other, as if they had heard something they shouldn't have heard......

They hurriedly ran away, leaving the two to face each other alone.

"Headmaster...... I feel rejuvenated again," Ricardo said to himself, "but ...... It's strange that you haven't spoken to me much for half a semester. ”

"Have I told you a lot before?" There was a hint of surprise in Whitebeard's headmaster's eyes.

"No, it's not a lot," Ricardo smiled, stretching, "but this year's you...... There seems to be a lot less control over Hogwarts. ”

“…… Maybe. The person in front of him was silent for a moment and replied.

"Forget it, what's the point of talking so much," Ricardo nodded thoughtfully, "By the way, next year's dueling club, trouble." I really want to fight the First White Wizard and get an idea of how good I can be. ”

He bowed, and then, slowly, walked out of the castle.

And the white-bearded old man stood there for a long time, smiling.

"Our Hogwarts ...... It's really not ordinary. ”

"Sooner or later," a voice sounded from the book in his hand, "basically all the unstable factors in this world are gathered here. ”

"But now......"

"They're just wands, and in the end we're going to fight the wizards who make their wands work their magic—maybe not just wizards."

"Okay...... I believe that you must have a deep meaning in doing this. By the way, that little boy seems to be quite powerful? I felt a sense of oppression in him, which was very similar to yours. He asked, looking at the book.

"It's okay," the voice was calm, with a majestic confidence, "and I won't be afraid of being surpassed; On the contrary, I am still in this position, which is extremely disappointing for me. ”

……

"Here!"

No sooner had Ricardo walked out of the Ministry of Magic than he heard a familiar voice coming from a distance.

Naturally, he saw Fleur running in small steps, and the light in his eyes pierced into his eyes at once, so clear that they seemed to be full of joy.

"Long time no see, Fleur" Even he was slightly stunned by this smile, and then said hello.

"I'm done with my homework! Including the one you laid out for me! The practice is also about to pass! At the very least, you can now go toe-to-toe with a trainee Auror! In addition, I memorized all the Auror mantras! ”

Without waiting for Ricaria to say anything, the little girl poured beans into a bamboo tube, quickly said all the things she had done in the past six months, and then looked at him with a smile and anticipation in her eyes.

Ricardo just wanted to pretend to be the division commander, and reached out and knocked on Fleur's forehead, but when he looked at the blue eyes, his tone involuntarily softened, and the originally prepared tapping also turned into a stroke: "It's very powerful." ”

The girl's smile instantly rose from the corners of her mouth, and the purity and beauty of the world seemed to bloom at this moment, and bursts of light and soft fragrance rushed into her nose, which was refreshing.

"I think so too!"

Ricardo had an indescribable feeling that even though it was winter, there seemed to be a piece of ice in his heart that had melted, revealing a small piece of softness.

"Alright," he nodded, "how old you are and you still like to be coquettish, really." ”

He didn't know how much pampering there was in that tone.

Fleur heard it clearly, smiled and didn't say a word, but moved closer consciously or unconsciously.

"Are you still going to stay there?" "I remember, this Christmas, that tavern was packed. ”

What she didn't say was that the last few rooms were taken over by her mother—and not because of her!

"By the way, I still have ...... at home"

"No," Ricardo touched the little girl's head without hearing Fleur's crazy hints, "I have a lot to do this Christmas." ”

"What's the matter? Do you want to do it day and night? ”

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The following excerpts are taken from the original text in order to ensure that two thousand words are written today. You can stop reading it, I'll write it right away.

The emotional drama is really hard to write!!!!!! I stayed in front of the computer for an afternoon and an evening and didn't expect it! Even Genshin Impact's peek-a-boo didn't participate!!!! I'm writing this!!!!! Excuse me, everyone!!

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

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

"You'd be surprised to say it," Ron said, looking at the book in horror, "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-"

"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.

Harry could tell at a glance that it was a diary, and the faded date on the cover indicated that it was fifty years ago. Ha He eagerly flipped open, and on the first page, he could only recognize a name written in vague ink: Tang 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 was completely blank, without the slightest trace of writing, not even the words "Aunt Mabel's birthday" or "visit the dentist at half past three".

"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 can get fifty points." ”

Harry, however, kept the diary in his pocket.

In early February, Hermione was discharged from the hospital, her beard was gone, her tail was gone, and her cat hair was gone. On her first night back at Gryffindor Castle, Harry showed her Tonridle's diary and told her exactly how they had found it.

"Oh, it might have a spell in it." Hermione said excitedly, taking the journal and looking at it carefully.

"If that's the case, it's cleverly hidden." Ron said, "Maybe it's embarrassing to meet people." I don't understand why you don'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.