Ginny crept through the dark castle, and it was almost twelve o'clock, and there was no fire in the hallway. The wind howled in the darkness, and the tall trees outside the castle swayed their branches in the wind, like twisted bird-shaped man-eaters.

All this scared Jean Ginny a little.

She was suspicious, the wind was loud, and the slightest noise made her tremble.

Now that Ginny regretted putting the diary away, maybe the next corner would come a man-eating monster with three heads? Ron had told her that a friend of theirs had put a three-headed dog the size of a house in the castle last semester.

It's just that even with the diary, Mr. Riddle can't help her.

"Mr. Riddle......"

She could only hold the diary in her arms, trying to draw a little courage from it, as if she were not alone, but had someone to accompany her.

Perhaps the diary had such magic, and Ginny gradually felt relieved, and she realized that the huge castle seemed to only look terrifying, but in fact it was very spacious and very quaint and gorgeous. Much more interesting than her cramped little home.

She was now fully aware of the joy of a night tour in the castle, doing whatever she wanted, not caring about the school rules, running in the hallways as she wanted, even if she picked up her wand and sparked uncontrollably. At best, you may be alerted by the portraits on the walls or the ghosts that pass by.

It's like now, Ginny has encountered the ghost of Gryffindor—

"It's not good for a little girl to wander alone in the castle at night, ah, Gryffindor, obvious! Think about it, Ginny Weasley, right? The Weasleys' hair is really recognizable. But you actually went on a night tour on the first day of school, you are better than your two older brothers! Sir Nicholas said happily.

"Hello, almost headless Nick." Ginny knew Nick, of course, because he was performing his "split-head" at the Gryffindor table this year, as he had done in previous years, but there was still a little bit of flesh between his head and neck.

"It's rude, you don't even want to call me a knight!" Sir Nicholas feigned anger.

It was a pity that he almost lost his head, and according to him, he was not happy that the axe had been slashed at his neck dozens of times.

"Yes Sir Nicholas." Ginny immediately changed her tune.

"Good boy! Have a nice night out, and don't go to the fifth floor, Peeves is over there, and don't use your wand, be careful to lure Filch over. Sir Nicholas, who was in a good mood, reminded him twice, and walked through the wall with his head around his neck.

So Ginny put away her wand and continued to walk in the dark, and it was not long before she reached the edge of the corridor on the fourth floor, and found a wooden door.

"That's it! Locked? It's hard for me to open the Alajo cave. She drew her wand, and the lock on the wooden door opened, and Solara fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Ginny couldn't help but smugly, "It's good that Mr. Riddle taught me all the spells of the first grade. ”

She happily pushed open the door and walked in, and the room was pitch black—

"Fluorescent flickering."

The tip of the wand immediately lit up, lighting up the room.

But to Ginny's disappointment, there was so much boredom in the room that there was nothing. There is no horror of the three-headed dog that falls asleep at the sound of song, nor does it have a trapdoor that leads to the underground.

"It's nothing." She lay her journal flat on the floor, holding a glowing wand in one hand, twisting and writing.

"Maybe Dumbledore has restored all of this." Cyrus replied, "But there's a lot of interesting stuff in the castle. Do you know how many secret passages and secret rooms there are? Or if you're hungry at night and want something to eat, just go to the bottom of the auditorium, where there's a fruit painting, scratch the pear inside the painting, and it will turn into a doorknob. ”

"Forget it, I'm not too hungry, I've had enough to eat at dinner." Ginny refused. She was a little disappointed not to find anything related to Harry, but she quickly thought of something else.

"That's right, Mr. Riddle. You said before that you won a special contribution award? Can I go check it out? ”

"Absolutely." Sellers immediately said, "I'm glad you remember this, the medal room is on the fourth floor, and it's just a few turns from here." ”

So Ginny closed the journal again, extinguished the light of her wand, and walked out quietly.

A few minutes later, another dark shadow appeared.

"Hurry up Lady Loris—catch those imps who break the school rules! I hear it! Filch's voice was hoarse, like that of an evil wizard who had drunk too much potion. However, if that were the case, perhaps he would be a little happier.

He didn't have very good legs, and with an oil lamp in one hand, he trotted awkwardly.

"Ah, found it, a lock! Careless guys! He excitedly picked up the chain that had fallen to the ground, how he wanted to tie it to the little wizards' bodies and let them hang on the roof for a few days!

"Quick, those two Weasley boys! Don't let them run! He urged, and Lady Loris sniffed vigorously at the remaining scent on the ground, and slowly followed Ginny's departure.

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Ginny was circling around the medal room, where she must have had a Traceless Stretching Spell, as the classroom was much larger than it looked from the outside.

Numerous medals were lined up, including Quidditch trophies, a few other tournaments, and some with the names of prefects and prefects...... These are placed behind a huge glass panel.

By the faint light, Ginny saw Percy's name and left it on it.

At the same time, she naturally saw Tom Riddle's name.

In fact, the name appears so many times in the medal room that Ginny can fully imagine how good the other person is. The Special Contribution Award is completely different from other awards, this medal is very large, highlighting its special status. It's just that it doesn't say exactly why Tom Riddle won the award.

Ginny was filled with curiosity, and she couldn't help but want to know the answer at once, so she opened the journal again—it was about to become her signature move.

This time, however, the diary was interrupted before it could be opened!

A hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed Ginny's wrist.

Ginny's eyes widened in horror!