After Lockhart had packed his belongings, seeing that Sasya had not returned, he pushed the door open and walked out of the room, ready to go to the kitchen and ask the house-elves to make some pastries for supper.

If he still misses Hogwarts, that's probably all that's left of the delicious kitchen.

Lockhart walked down the hallway towards the stairs, and around the corner, he heard hurried footsteps.

Thinking of the recent attack at Hogwarts, he hurriedly stopped at the crossroads, leaned against the wall, crouched down, and quietly looked into the distance.

A figure walked through a very hidden secret door and headed for the stairs.

Lockhart looked from afar and saw that it was ...... Harry Potter.

Lockhart knew that the secret door was a shortcut from the Gryffindor Tower to the main castle, and at this moment Harry stepped out of the secret door and was walking up the stairs.

Why don't you stay in the Gryffindor Tower in the middle of the night, why do you come to the main castle?

Night...... When do you dare to go out for a night tour now?

Lockhart had also heard about Harry's probation, and if he was caught, he would be fired.

Lockhart reluctantly remembered that when Filch was attacked, Harry was the first to be at the scene of the eucalyptus, could it be......

In an instant, he made up a lot of content in his brain!

Lockhart suddenly came to his senses and tiptoed over, he had cheated countless times in his life, and none of the stories really belonged to him.

But it would be different if Harry was caught and confirmed to be the attacker.

Lockhart will become the hero who saved Hogwarts, and he will step from a well-known British wizard to a world-famous wizard, and the Merlin Order of Merlin 1st Class may also be captured.

I have suffered so much, it turns out that I am blooming for tonight!

Lockhart followed Harry from a distance, walking down the stairs to the eighth floor.

Did he go to the principal's office? Lockhart was suspicious again.

He was hiding in the corner, silently watching Harry, when suddenly his body stiffened.

A figure appeared behind Lockhart, and just as he was about to pass him, the man suddenly reached out and put his arm around Lockhart's neck, dragging him forward.

After a few steps, he was disgusted with his burdensomeness, and the figure gave a gentle push, and Lockhart fell to the ground.

Lockhart looked up and saw a handsome young wizard with a big smile on his face, raising his wand.

"I didn't want to kill too much tonight, but I didn't expect you to send it to the door yourself...... Let's go. ”

A rope wrapped around Lockhart and gagged him.

The young wizard walked over a wall, and after he walked through it several times, a door appeared, and he pushed it in.

Harry, who was in a daze, and Lockhart, who was tied up, were both brought into the Room of Requirement by the young wizard.

Behind the entrance is a spacious room with walls made of marble and yellow bricks, surrounded by a pile of torches, a column of candles, and two floor lamps.

On the wall is an oak bookshelf with rows of parchment-faced magic books:

"Potions Research", "Encyclopedia of Poisons", "The Magical Secrets of Magic, Herbs and Witchcraft", "The Potions Journey of the Medicine Lady", ......

The potions books were old and new, all-encompassing, wonderful, and even had a translation of the ancient Semitic potions clay tablets.

There were still dozens of crucibles in the room, many of which had been broken and piled up in the corners, and one of the intact crucibles, still bubbling and filled with thick steam.

The young wizard waved his wand, and Harry woke up from his slumber, his eyes glaring and confused.

Harry soon saw Professor Lockhart tied up, and he ran over and shouted, "Professor, are you alright?" Who tied it up for you. ”

"He's fine." A voice rang out.

Harry turned his head to see a young wizard standing by the cauldron, tall and handsome, with shiny black hair that set off his groomed face.

Harry asked warily, "Where is this?" ”

"Room of Responsiveness." The young wizard whispered, "Harry Potter, you are lucky enough to be able to share this secret room. ”

"Who are you?"

"The owner of the diary."

"Tom Riddle?" Harry was in disbelief.

The diary was from fifty years ago, but Tom Riddle would never have been more than sixteen years old.

"Are you a ghost?" Harry asked uncertainly, knowing that the ghost would always keep its face.

"I am a soul and a memory, kept in my diary for fifty years." Tom said calmly:

"Not long ago, I absorbed the life of a servant, and I have become much stronger and stronger...... You can move on your own without the diary. ”

"Servant?"

"That's right." Tom fiddled with Harry's wand, and he smiled, "To be exact, he's my future servant...... I am the past incarnation of his master. ”

Harry looked confused.

"When that servant found me, I had the same look on your face." The corners of Tom's mouth went up:

"But I quickly accepted that he was a capable assistant who helped me attack four wizards under Dumbledore's nose......"

"Attack?!" Harry cried out, "You attacked Dean, them?" Are you the heir of Slytherin? ”

"That's right, that's right." Tom nodded and smiled, "For the sake of the first meeting, I can tell you another little secret." ”

"What's the secret?" Harry asked warily.

"I extracted many emotions of fear and brewed them into potions based on an ancient magic." Tom pointed to the cauldron beside him and smiled:

"Tonight, I'm going to pour it into a dormitory to help me conceive Silence."

"Silently?"

"That's right, Harry Potter, that's why I summoned you here." Tom whispered in a calm and soft voice:

"Silence is the climax of tonight, and I can't wait...... But before that, we need to have some foreplay to let each other relax and not be so nervous. ”

Harry rummaged quietly for his wand.

Tom noticed his small movements, and he smiled and said, "Don't look for it, your wand is in my hand...... You cooperate with me to do something, and I can give you back the wand. ”

"What do you want me to do?!" Harry asked, looking up.

"Quite simply, I just shared my secret with you, and tonight ......," said Tom, grinning at the corners of his mouth, "You have to share some secrets with me, too." ”

"What's the secret?" Harry looked confused.

"For example...... Tom squinted as he stared at the scar on Harry's head,

"A baby, without any particularly magical magic, how did you defeat the greatest wizard of all time?

How can you escape unharmed, leaving only a scar and Voldemort's power destroyed? ”

"You let Lockhart go first." Harry shouted, "Get him out of here!" ”

"Didn't he inform the professor when he left here?"

"If you don't let people go, I won't tell you!" Harry insisted.

"I can't help you right now." Tom stood up, and he chuckled, "You are my guest now, and I am a very persuasive host. ”

"What do you want to do?" Harry stepped back.

"I've heard a saying before that the naked have few secrets, but the skinned have no secrets." Tom's eyes sparkled with cold.

"Since you refuse to share your secrets with me, I have no choice but to resort to violence, which is the last way I like it, but ...... Time is limited tonight, baby! ”

But just then, a flash of red light fell on the boiling cauldron, and the potion exploded in all directions, making it seem like a crimson rain fell in the room.

"Who?!" Tom asked aloud.

The figure of a blonde teenager slowly emerged, and Rove smiled:

"Sorry, Tom Riddle, for interrupting your secret meeting with Harry...... I just accidentally passed by. ”

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