Seeing that Dumbledore still didn't believe it, Charon had no choice but to summon Voldemort's geist! This scared everyone! This is Voldemort, even though it is a fragment of the soul of the young Voldemort, but it is also the Dark Lord!

"Put it away!" Mrs. Weasley shuddered!

Voldemort's geist was put away by Charon, and Dumbledore looked at Charon, his gaze shooting down his long hooked nose, staring intently at the place where the geist had just disappeared.

"You're amazing!" He whispered a compliment to Charon, and then fell into a memory meditation: "That man is probably the best student Hogwarts has ever had." He turned to face Mrs. Weasley, who looked confused.

"Few people know that Voldemort used to be called Tom Riddle. Fifty years ago, at Hogwarts, I taught him personally. He disappeared after leaving school...... Traveling all over the world, footprints to the ends of the earth...... Sinking deeper and deeper into the mire of dark magic, mingling with the most evil in the wizarding world, undergoing many dangerous magical transformations, and finally reappearing as Lord Voldemort, it is difficult for people to recognize him. Hardly anyone associated Voldemort with the smart, handsome boys' student council president who had studied here. ”

"But what about Ginny?" Mrs. Weasley said, "What does our Ginny have to do with him?"

"His day—diary!" Ginny sobbed and said, "I've been — writing on it, for half a year, he— he's kept writing me back—"

"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley was stunned and said, "Didn't I teach you?" What have I been telling you? Never trust anything that can think for itself unless you see where it is hiding your mind. Why didn't you show me the diary in the first place? A suspicious thing like that, apparently full of black magic and sorcery!"

"I—I don't know," Ginny was still crying sadly, "I found it in a book you gave me. I- I thought someone was caught in there, forgot-"

"Miss Weasley should go to the hospital immediately," Dumbledore interjected, "it's a painful ordeal for her. The school will not punish her in any way. Many wizards who were older and more resourceful than her were blinded by Voldemort. He strode over to the door and opened it. Bed rest and, perhaps, a big steaming glass of chocolate milk, I've always found it good for my mood. He said, looking down and winking at Ginny kindly. You'll find that Madam Pomfrey hasn't slept yet. She's just handing out Mandela herbal water – dare I say the basilisk victim could wake up at any moment. ”

"So, Colin Creevey is fine!" Harry said happily.

"No lasting damage was caused." Dumbledore said.

Mrs. Weasley led Ginny out, still looking badly battered.

She was gone, and Harry and Charon stared at Dumbledore uneasily. What now? Will it deal with them? Shouldn't they be punished?

"I remember I seemed to have said to both of you that if you break the school rules again, I'll have to expel you." Dumbledore said.

Harry's mouth opened wide in horror.

"This shows that even the best of us can sometimes only talk." Dumbledore smiled and continued, "You both received awards for special contributions to the school, and – let me think about – by the way, each of you earned two hundred points for your house. Harry's face turned bright red and his mouth closed. Alright, you can leave. ”

Charon immediately took a relaxed step to leave, and Dumbledore was happy to spare him like this. But as he was leaving, Harry seemed to have something to say.

"Professor," he said after a moment's hesitation, plucking up his courage, "the Sorting Hat told me that I would be good in Slytherin. For a while, everyone thought I was the heir of Slytherin...... Because I'm going to say Parseltongue—"

"Harry, you speak Parseltongue," Dumbledore said calmly, "because Voldemort speaks Parseltongue. He was the last heir of Salazar Slytherin. If I'm not mistaken, the night he scarred you, he transferred some of his own spells to you. He didn't mean to, I'm sure ......"

"Voldemort transferred a part of himself into my body?" Harry was stunned.

"Apparently so."

"So I should be in Slytherin," Harry said, staring desperately at Dumbledore's face, "The Sorting Hat may have seen some Slytherin skills in me, and it ......"

"Put you in Gryffindor." Dumbledore said unhurriedly, "Listen to me, Harry. You happen to have many of the qualities that Salazar Slytherin particularly valued in his hand-picked students. Some of his own rare talents, Parseltongue...... Resourceful...... Strong-willed...... There is also a certain contempt for the rules and regulations of the law. He said, his silver-white beard trembling slightly, "But the Sorting Hat put you in Gryffindor, do you know why?" Think about it. ”

"The reason it put me in Gryffindor," said Harry in a tone of dismay, "is because I offered not to go to Slytherin ......"

"Exactly," Dumbledore said, smiling again. "That's what makes you very different from Tom Riddle. Harry, it is our own choice to express our true selves, which is more important than the ability we have. ”

Harry remained motionless, leaning on Charon to gain a foothold.

"Harry, all you need now is to eat something and get a good night's sleep. I suggest you go down to the feast, and I'll write a letter to Azkaban here—it's time for our hunting ground guards to return. ”

Charon pulled Harry towards the door. He had just grasped the doorknob when it suddenly slammed open and bounced against the wall behind him.

Lucius Malfoy stood there, furious. The trembling one caught under his arm was none other than Dobby, with bandages all over his body.

"Good evening, Lucius." Dumbledore said kindly.

Malfoy rushed into the room, nearly knocking Charon to his head. When he found out that it was Charon who he was ramming against, the expression on his face immediately changed, and he made an amiable appearance to apologize to Charon. It wasn't until Charon said he didn't mind that he turned to Dumbledore to speak. But that arrogance is gone!

Dobby followed in a panic, hunched over, staring at the seams behind his master's robe, desperate and helpless fear on his face.

"Okay!" Lucius Malfoy's cold eyes fixed on Dumbledore and said, "You're back." The Board of Directors suspended you, but you returned to Hogwarts on your own initiative. ”

"Oh, that's right, Lucius," Dumbledore said with a calm smile, "and I've been contacted by the other eleven directors today. Truth be told, the owls flew one after another, and it was like a hailstorm. When they heard that Arthur Weasley's daughter had been killed, they wanted me to get there right away. They seem to think that after working for a long time, I am still the best fit for the job. They also told me some strange stories. Some of them seem to think that you have threatened to suspend me if they do not agree to suspend me. You are going to curse their families. ”

Mr. Malfoy's face was paler than usual, but his eyes still swelled with anger.

"So—did you stop those attacks?" He sarcastically asked, "Have you caught the murderer?"

"We got it." Dumbledore replied with a smile.

"Oh?" Mr. Malfoy snapped, "Who is it?"

"It's the same guy last time, Lucius," said Dumbledore, "but Voldemort is acting through another person this time. With one of his black magic diaries. ”

Dumbledore mentioned the journal, his eyes watching Mr. Malfoy's reaction intently. Harry, on the other hand, looked at Dobby.

That house-elf behaved very strangely. His bulb-sized eyes stared at Harry meaningfully, pointing at Mr. Malfoy before slamming his fist on his head.

"I see......," Mr. Malfoy said slowly, to Dumbledore.

"An ingenious plan," Dumbledore said in a calm tone, still staring into Mr. Malfoy's eyes, "if this Mr. Charon—Mr. Malfoy shuddered at the sight of Charon's name—"without discovering this journal." Oops – Ginny. Weasleys may be on the back of the cauldron. No one can prove that she didn't act on her own will......"

Malfoy didn't say a word, and his face suddenly seemed to be covered with a mask.

"Imagine that," Dumbledore continued, "what would happen then...... The Weasleys are one of the most prestigious pure-blood wizarding families. Imagine what would happen to Weasley and his Muggle protection laws if it was discovered that Arthur Weasley's own daughter was attacking and murdering Muggle-borns. Thankfully, the journal was discovered and destroyed by Mr. Charon, and Riddle's remnant on it was erased. Otherwise, who knows what the consequences will be......".

Mr. Malfoy forced himself to speak.

"It's a blessing." "Thanks to Mr. Charon," he said unnaturally. ”