The next morning, Ginny got out of bed with her head covered.

She felt a little groggy as if she hadn't rested. But she knew she couldn't lie down like this anymore, and if she slept a little longer, I'm afraid the class was about to begin.

So she quickly sat up, began to dress, combed her hair, and went to wash.

But when she came back from washing up and getting her textbooks, she found that her roommates were still lying on the bed one by one.

"Hey—get up quickly, or you'll be late for class." She cried out.

However, a head sticks out from the curtain of the bed next door: "Ginny, are you sleepy?" It's the weekend! ”

"Weekend?" Ginny's eyes widened.

How could it be a weekend?

She remembered that it was Thursday when she went to bed yesterday.

Did you sleep all day?

Or do you say that this world is actually a world of Kexue?

"Of course it's the weekend, wasn't yesterday Friday? You said you weren't feeling well, and asked Colin to help you ask for leave. Could it be that it's not good yet? Do you want to go to the school hospital for a visit? Several roommates immediately asked with concern.

"It's okay...... Maybe I'm misremembering. Ginny scratched her hair and slowly sat back on the edge of the bed, her eyes turning to her small desk. There was nothing on the desk, but the journal was hidden in a drawer.

'Is that you?' Mr. Riddle? ’

Although she had a little doubt in her heart, Ginny kept it to herself.

Now, if she tells her about the diary to her parents, she will definitely be scolded. She didn't want to get a yelling letter while she was eating, and if she did, she would rather die!

On the other hand, Ginny is also reluctant to believe that "Mr. Riddle" will hurt herself.

It's like now, although I have lost a small part of my memory, it seems that I am not hurt.

'Maybe Mr. Riddle has something else?' She wanted to open the journal and figure everything out at once, but when she put her hand on the drawer, she was a little afraid. She was afraid that it was all fake, and that from head to toe, "Mr. Riddle" was just trying to gain her trust.

I regard Mr. Riddle as a friend, tell him all the secrets, and if I am really betrayed, what should I do?

Thinking of this, Ginny suddenly realized that she didn't know anything about "Mr. Riddle".

She'd only seen the glory in the medal room, but what about everything else?

What kind of person is Tom Riddle?

He looks so good, maybe like Percy?

No, he's a lot more interesting than Percy, and he's not that rigid. Ginny thought it was interesting to think that "Mr. Riddle" had instigated himself to break some trivial school rules these days; He also taught himself a lot of small curses that he couldn't learn in textbooks, saying that he would give him a chance when he had a conflict with others!

He didn't look like Percy at all, but he looked like Bill. The more Ginny thought about it, the happier she became, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that "Mr. Riddle" could not hurt herself. But then the question comes back to square one – is "Mr. Riddle" doing the trick, and if so, why is he doing it?

And should I continue to communicate with Mr. Riddle?

All sorts of problems plagued Ginny and made her a little irritable. She wanted to go back to sleep, but she couldn't.

So she simply got up and walked silently to the common room.

"Hey, Ginny!" Ron stopped her with confused eyes, "Can you help me call Hermione?" Harry had gone to Quidditch in the morning, and we're going to check it out, so you can go along. ”

"Oh, well, but I'm not in the mood right now." Ginny just nodded, and turned to look for Hermione's bedroom.

A few minutes later, Ginny and Hermione hurried down together.

"Are you really not going with us, Ginny?" Ron looked a lot more sober. He was a little puzzled, this sister of his usually admired Harry, and wanted to put her eyes on Harry all the time, but now, she didn't seem to be so interested in Harry.

But it's not surprising that, despite the legends, Harry was just an ordinary wizard. Ron himself realized this in the process of getting along. Of course, Harry was still a great friend after shedding the cloak of legends, at least much better than Lockhart's bale of straw!

Ginny groaned for a moment, she was really not in the mood, but at the thought that "Mr. Riddle" would make herself a little more cheerful from time to time, she suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with going and seeing. It just so happens that she has nothing to do now, because she finds that "Mr. Riddle" has thoughtfully completed all of her weekend homework......

"Okay."

The three of them went to the hall to bring some food, and then went to the playground together, where the Quidditch stands were empty, almost empty, not even the arena.

Still, she saw Colin shooting frantically with his camera up.

The three of them sat in unison, and the morning fog on the playground had not yet completely dispersed.

After a while, Harry and the rest of the team walked out, dressed in their jerseys. It looks like it's about to start training again. Ron was amazed at the intensity of Quidditch's training, as Harry set off before dawn.

"Haven't you finished practicing?"

"Haven't finished practicing? No! It's not started yet! Harry shook his head and said, "Wood has been talking about tactics for hours, and I'm going crazy with hunger. ”

"Would you like to eat something?" Ginny handed the bread out of her hand, she didn't have much appetite.

He was a little excited, but Wood wasn't going to give him time to eat.

Harry kicked his feet and soared into the sky on his Halo 2000.

But the training was interrupted almost before it began.

Because Colin held up his camera and shot at them like crazy, much to the displeasure of Wood. He suspected that this boy was a spy sent by Slytherin to get information on their new tactics!

"Slytherin doesn't need spies at all." George said helplessly.

"How do you know?"

"Because they came on their own."

Several people in green robes walked into the stadium, all holding broomsticks in their hands. It was their old rival Slytherin's team. Wood flew down in a rage, and the two teams immediately erupted with a thick smell of gunpowder.

"What's going on?"

Hermione's slightly worried voice summoned Ginny back from her fugue.

"What's wrong?"

"They quarreled! Check it out! Ron jumped down immediately. He thought that if there was a real conflict, he couldn't stand idly by!

As they rushed down in a frenzy, Ron and Hermione looked in amazement at the platinum-blond haired man in the Slytherin ranks.

– Draco Malfoy.

Of course, Ginny knew him, too, and it was his dad who got into a fight with his dad at the Blotted bookstore during the summer vacation.