A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Malfoy sat uneasily on the sofa.

Felix sat opposite him, and first brought a cup of hot cocoa and handed it to him, "Sweet food makes people feel happy." Then, he waved his wand, and the black book floated up and landed on the small table between the two.

"Boom."

Malfoy couldn't help shaking.

"It seems that your experience is extraordinary, would you like to talk about it?" Felix said in an encouraging tone.

"Diary... Professor," Malfoy said, his voice very hoarse, "I have to ask for forgiveness... I think I made a mistake unintentionally."

Felix looked at him with light blue eyes, "Go on."

"Yeah... it's Potter!" Malfoy's breath was quick. "I found out they violated the ban a few weeks ago, more than once! So I sneaked behind and found them hiding in Myrtle's territory, That's the girls' bathroom!"

"Myrtle's land..." Felix repeated his words.

"That's right, Professor." Felix's reaction gave Malfoy confidence, and the tip of his nose flushed slightly, "They must be planning something! The Potters always do this, repeatedly breaking the school rules, and they don't need to be punished... …”

It can be seen that he is very resentful about this, and keeps complaining about Potter.

"Everyone is responsible for their actions," Felix echoed his words.

"Yeah, Professor Heppe, you're so fair... let me say, few people see him for what he really is. Potter is reckless and arrogant, and that Weasley is inseparable from him, like a—"

"Mr. Malfoy," Felix interrupted, "let's continue the conversation."

"Okay, okay, Professor. Potter found me, I fled in a panic, and when I go back later, they've cleaned up everything, but I found this..." His eyes fell. on the black book.

"This is?"

"A diary, and a very terrifying dark magic item!" Malfoy said quickly, his face half disgusted and half fearful.

"I thought it was Potter and the others, maybe someone's diary. But I found out that it belonged to a man named Tom Riddle, a former Slytherin senior. I can still talk to him, he taught me a lot..."

Tom Riddle, that name... Felix's eyes darkened.

"So, you concealed its existence? I think the professors emphasized more than once, don't believe these things that hide your brain."

Malfoy bowed his head, and Felix could easily see his platinum blonde hair.

"And then, Malfoy? According to you, he is your mentor and friend, and what caused your attitude to change?"

Malfoy recalled: "In the first few days, everything was normal. But after that, things changed. I found that I sometimes appeared in inexplicable places, and when I wanted to think, I always subconsciously forgot about it. Also, my robes, school bag, and front of my clothes are covered with chicken feathers at some point, and I never touch those things!"

"Later today, I don't know why I was in a remote hallway on the fourth floor of the castle. When I realized this, I saw Potter running away from me."

"I think," Malfoy lowered his voice, as if his previous words were in preparation for this moment, "this is a trap for me..."

There was a quiet atmosphere in the office.

Felix played with his wand and seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he leaned down and picked up the diary with his free hand.

He turned it roughly, and except for the first page, which had the name "Tom Riddle" written in ink, all the other pages were blank.

Turned to the back cover, the name of a newsagent in Vauxhall Road, London was printed.

"Mr. Malfoy," Felix said, "you mean Potter did all this?"

"It's possible, Professor—" he said slowly.

"And what's their purpose? Have you thought about another possibility, for example, that this diary has something to do with the recent backroom attack?"

Malfoy's pale cheeks turned even whiter, he murmured, and Professor Hepp's light blue eyes looked at him, which made Malfoy feel that his little thoughts had been seen through.

Subconsciously, he thought that this diary was related to the secret room.

He wanted to put things in the hands of a reliable person, but he didn't want to cause trouble - God knows what he did when he was unconscious, and he must never let his father know about this, so he deliberately avoided him. But Professor Snape, who was closer to his family.

As for whether it has something to do with Potter, he can't be sure, but isn't it normal to give Potter some trouble?

"Professor... I don't know, I have no memory of this," he said slyly.

"Anyway—" Felix glanced at him, "you made a wise choice. Fifty points for Slytherin, that's the limit of what I can do, maybe we can go to Dumbledore together. headmaster……"

"No, no, Professor," Malfoy said hurriedly, standing up. "I only have one request, can you help me keep it a secret?"

"Secret?"

"I mean, it's best not to mention my existence, or tell my family, until the truth is found. It will affect the reputation of the Malfoy family."

Felix looked at him. "Okay," he said.

"Thank you professor, if there is nothing else, I will go first."

After getting permission from Felix, he left quickly.

In the office, Felix quietly looked at the diary and tapped the arm of the chair with his fingers.

"Da da."

His perspective has changed. In the black and white world, in front of him is a mass of darkness that is thicker and deeper than ink. He examines it carefully, but he finds nothing except the darkness itself.

Felix came to the workbench, thought about it, took out his quill pen, and dropped a drop of ink on the diary.

A cloud of smudges appears on the page.

He waited silently, but - nothing happened.

Felix: "..." Is my operation wrong, or Malfoy didn't make it clear?

He took out his wand and pointed at the spread pages of the diary—

"Show the secret!"

"Hurry up!"

"Magic Tracker!"

"Status Feedback!"

After a series of attempts, the diary did not respond and lay there quietly.

This thing in front of me definitely uses an extremely secretive production method.

Even he couldn't find the problem for a while.

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old Voldemort has this ability? If it comes to the category of black magic, he does not dare to make judgments, but magical creations...

Why does he surpass me?

Felix fell into deep thought, his fingers kept tapping on the table top of the workbench, and the silent office made a "dah, dah" sound.

After some time, he finally stopped.

Felix's light blue eyes became extraordinarily bright, and he thought of a possibility, a possibility that made him tremble—

Voldemort is the heir to the Chamber of Secrets left by Slytherin, and is likely to be a descendant of one of his descendants. Therefore, Voldemort was able to open the Chamber of Secrets with Parseltongue when he was in school at Hogwarts.

What's in the back room?

Just a thousand-year-old basilisk?

This is too wasteful, but another way of thinking, maybe it is guarding something.

For example, top-secret research materials for Slytherin?