On the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, opposite the tapestry of the troll battering Silly Barnabas, is the entrance to the Room of Requirement.

After leaving the greenhouse, Gretel rushed here.

He had to go to the room where Tom Riddle's diary was hidden, to confirm his thoughts.

In order to avoid destruction by Tom Riddle, Gretel asked for a room that was so empty that there was only one set of tables and chairs.

He vividly remembered that when he left, the diary was still on the table.

Tom Riddle, who was forced to 007, sat in his chair with a melancholy look on his face, meditating.

But this time I came in, the tables and chairs were still there, and Tom Riddle and the diary were all gone.

Only a solitary piece of paper was placed on the table, and it was written in blood that mudbloods will always be mudbloods.

Even after all this time, the blood showed no signs of decay, and it looked no different from what it had just written.

Gretel knew it was Tom Riddle demonstrating to him.

Even if he has become a Horcrux, it is not something that a mudblood can handle.

This piece of paper was deliberately left behind just to show off his abilities to Gretel.

Too lazy to communicate with this murderous madman, Gretel disposed of the unsightly paper with a blazing fire.

He knew Tom Riddle could feel it.

It was to tell Tom Riddle, who was boarding in the diary, that he was free, and that the game of cat and mouse had just begun.

In the past few days in the greenhouse, except for helping Professor Sprout take care of those troublesome plants, he has all the time in his head.

The treasure trove that Professor Fu gave him, so far, he has not studied even a tenth of it.

Because there are too many soul spells involved in it, and without a famous teacher to guide the way, casual research is likely to turn oneself into a ghost like Professor Fu.

If you can have a good relationship with the young Professor Fu in the diary, maybe you can confirm it and absorb it.

That's why he wanted to get his hands on the diary.

Now it seems that only the old Voldemort, who has been divided to the point of being obsessed, is looking at himself differently.

So Gretel no longer insisted on Tom Riddle's help.

Besides, he is just researching, as long as he doesn't use a knife on his soul, he won't think about turning himself into the next non-human and ghost-like Professor Fu so easily.

With this in mind, Gretel instead relieved the pressure that had been hanging on his heart.

In Voldemort's memories, he discovered a number of small spells related to the soul.

For example, the mark on the arm of the core Death Eater is the product of a modified soul targeting spell.

In the hands of ancient sorcerers, it was a necessary means to protect their apprentices and slaves.

Similarly, Glitter also modified this little spell, reverse-deducing, using the soul fragments on his body as positioning coordinates.

Within a certain range, Glitter can sense the location of other homologous souls through spells.

Therefore, even if he has been locked up in the greenhouse, Gretel has not had the slightest anxiety.

Because he knew that no matter who Tom Riddle's helpers were, they would definitely keep doing it.

As long as they do it again, Glitter can regain his freedom.

At that time, if you walk around Hogwarts with a spell, the current situation of the enemy and the enemy will be different from each other.

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Gretel never imagined that the opportunity would come so quickly.

He came out of the Room with his front foot, and saw Filch and Lucius approaching with his back foot.

Hearing the footsteps of someone coming, Glitter hid it, and in order to be more secure, he also put a phantom charm on himself.

"Here it is."

Filch stopped and stood across from the tapestry.

Lucius looked dazed, this was not just a wall, how could it be a place to hide things.

Looking at the old man in front of him who was about to die, Lucius suddenly felt like a stupid donkey who was being played with.

"Dear Mr. Lucius, I wonder if you've heard a story about the Room of Requirement?"

Filch's face was flushed with excitement.

He is a squib, and he knows secrets that wizards don't know, especially since this wizard is also the head of a pure-blood family.

Not only that, but he was able to make him listen to himself obediently in front of this wizard as if he were teaching a student, which really made Filch unable to restrain his excitement.

"This is the entrance to the Room of Requirement, as long as you concentrate on the space you need and walk through this section of the wall three times.

After that, a door will appear on the wall to enter the Room of Requirement.

Since you're looking for something to hide, focus on imagining a room where it's hidden. ”

Filch was telling the truth, and Lucius was skeptical.

Glancing at Filch deeply, he felt that this Squib did not dare to offend him.

Not just because he is an adult wizard, but also because of his status as a Hogwarts reinter.

If Filch was making fun of him, Lucius swore to Merlin that Dumbledore wouldn't be able to keep him.

As Filch spoke, Lucius closed his eyes and reverently imagined the room he needed.

A secret, undiscovered room where a black diary is hidden.

His steps are very deliberate, and with each step he takes, he reinforces his own requirements in his heart.

It wasn't until the third time I passed by that a smooth door suddenly appeared on the flat wall.

Lucius relaxed suddenly, it seemed that this squib didn't lie to him after all.

As soon as he turned his head to compliment Filch, he saw a wand that looked like a wooden stick in the Squib's hand.

Why is it said to be the same as a wooden stick, to be honest, if it weren't for the place where the skin was peeled off the phoenix feathers inside.

He would simply say that it was a stick, "fainting." ”

Lucius's last thought before he fell was that why Squibs could cast spells was not scientific at all.

Not to mention the aggrieved Lucius, Gretel, who watched the whole process from the sidelines, was also shocked by Filch's performance.

Gretel saw that as Lucius closed his eyes and began to meditate, Filch pulled his wand out of his bosom.

But instead of making a move, he quietly tucked his wand into his sleeve.

It wasn't until the moment he came out of the entrance of the Room of Requirement that Lucius's spirit instantly relaxed.

Fairch lowered his wrist and pinched the antique from an unknown number of years ago into his hand.

Or how to say that the world of wizards is actually deceitful.

The gunfight-like spell is not real at all.

The real wizard battle is to find every opportunity to catch others off guard.

The kind of gentlemanly behavior like a cowboy against a gun, counting down to the third, does not exist in this gentleman's country.

Fighting each other with black guns is the 'serious' practice of 'serious' wizards.

Lucius was not unjustly defeated, and it would not be good for any other wizard to come here today.

Squibs, or Squibs that the Ministry of Magic has recognized for many years, how can anyone be on guard.

Not to mention that until he fainted, the flattery on Filch's face was still piled up on his face.

Black, really black.

Gretel was now almost certain that Filch was the murderer who had taken the diary.

However, these still need to be verified.

Before that, he needs to be careful to avoid any waves and make sure to knock Filch down with one blow.

Filch picked up Lucius's fallen cane, carefully pulled out the wand hidden inside, stroked it lovingly, and reluctantly inserted it into his pocket.

As early as when he took Lucius upstairs, he noticed Lucius's cane that never left his hand.

Like Rubeus Hagrid, the half-breed stupid big guy who knew his wand was hidden in that umbrella that never left him.

If it weren't for the continued stay at Hogwarts, Filch would have written to the Ministry of Magic to report it.