A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix tries to deduce the scene fifty years ago-

A wise, cautious and ambitious young wizard, who stumbled upon the legend of Slytherin after entering Hogwarts, was so clever that he must have discovered that the two possessed the same magical talent - Parseltongue, which almost means The two have a de facto blood relationship.

He must have been excited, the same blood flowing in his veins as the noble Slytherin.

There is no doubt that he will try to find the secret room left by the ancestors, which may take a few years, but with his wisdom, and perhaps with the help of some snakes... In short, he succeeded.

A descendant of Slytherin, he became the new owner of the Basilisk.

He rightfully inherited everything there. For example, a more hidden room filled with all kinds of Slytherin taboo materials.

Slytherin is particularly good at blood research, and also has a lot of powerful ancient magic. The most important thing is that in those days, black magic was popular, and Slytherin never shy away from studying and using these black magic...

The young wizard received the gift of his ancestors, and he secretly digested it all. As he went deeper and deeper into the field of magic, his ambitions also expanded. Until he was rejected by Dumbledore, he formed an army of Death Eaters and became the utterly disgusting Dark Lord.

...

'Will all this be true? Maybe it's just my speculation?' Felix's eyes seemed to penetrate time and saw the rise of the second-generation Dark Lord.

He stared at the diary motionless, like a quiet oil painting in the quiet night.

Who doesn't want a research material of a master-level legendary wizard that connects the previous and the next?

'It's just a possibility, it's worth trying. ’

'I'm afraid that Voldemort will take away or destroy these materials, then it will be difficult to do. ’

Felix already had a plan in mind.

"The goal of the first step was to communicate, but the Horcrux pretended to be dead..."

After thinking about it, Felix quickly constructed a small piece of memory and emotion in his mind.

In the new memory, he is still a genius wizard who has achieved outstanding achievements at a young age, but the difference is that he has extreme ego and arrogance, and has no doubt that he can control this mysterious diary...

‘The art of lying is nine truths and one falsehood, I just need to make him misjudge my character and make him think I can be used for him. ' Felix thought.

He opened the diary, picked up a quill dipped in ink, and impassively wrote a line on it.

"Evil existence, reveal your secret, otherwise I can only destroy you completely!"

After thinking about it in his heart, the emotions were in place, but the information revealed was not attractive enough, so he imitated Lockhart's tone and added another sentence——

"I, Felix Happ, the best graduate of Hogwarts for a hundred years, published three books on magic, and kept correspondence with hundreds of famous wizards - but I don't talk about that, I Dumbledore's invitation to serve was not obtained by strong connections."

He stopped writing, one second, two seconds...

An extremely obscure Legilimency swept across, this consciousness did not forcefully break through its own memory and read the false information in it, but just wandered around the periphery, capturing his emotions.

This made Felix look up to him.

Because this is also the practice of many Legilimency masters, they seldom go into other people's minds to review their memories rudely, but by sensing the other party's current emotions, supplemented by their own rich experience, so as to gain their own unknowingly. desired information.

Under Felix's gaze, the ink on the diary was absorbed.

He waited patiently, and sure enough, a line of words appeared on the diary.

"Hello, Felix Hepp."

This line of text stayed for a few seconds, then disappeared quickly, and a new line of handwriting appeared——

"I'm not a black magic item, that little wizard misunderstood me, and someone else who really opened the secret room."

Felix's mouth twitched, and he simply wrote "Who is it?"

"I can show you."

A dazzling white light poured out of the diary, and Felix felt his body being pulled, as if he would fall into it in the next second.

He quickly closed the diary.

"boom!"

After a few seconds of pause, he opened the diary again.

The soul in the diary was a little dazed, and he slowly put out a question mark.

Felix wrote on it: "Don't think I'm one of those unreliable little wizards, I'm a genius Slytherin, I won't fall for you easily!"

After a full pause for more than ten seconds, a line of text appeared in the diary again.

"You are indeed cautious enough, Felix Hepp, but I'm really not a black magic item. I graduated from Slytherin like you, and in a way, I'm still your senior. Fifty years ago, it was me. The murderer who opened the secret room was caught."

Felix smiled contentedly, and that was exactly the impression he wanted to give Horcrux, an arrogant and shrewd Slytherin at the same time.

So, don't try to fool him with some cheap stuff.

Next, it took nearly half an hour to write down thousands of words in the diary, before explaining the events of fifty years ago.

Seeing that the writing on the diary was getting lighter and thinner, Felix dripped a few drops of ink thoughtfully.

"The murderer who opened the Chamber of Secrets was Rubeus Hagrid," the final diary concluded.

"Then why do you control the little wizard in the school?" Felix asked a pointed question.

On the pages of the diary, a large paragraph of text quickly appeared.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been reopened..."

"Rubber Hagrid wasn't locked up in Azkaban, he stayed at the school as a guard in the Forbidden Forest. The danger never went away, and as I expected, something went wrong this year. I tried to sound the alarm, but that The little wizard named Draco Malfoy wasn't interested in it, instead, he was more than happy to watch. I had to control him and try to find out Hagrid's incrimination."

The diary wrote in an emotional tone, "Even though I am only a memory, my determination to maintain Hogwarts has not changed. I am still a Hogwarts member and have an obligation to prevent this from happening."

Felix wrote in his diary: "How do you justify what is said?"

"I'm from a Muggle orphanage, and unlike those pure-blood families, their arrogance is dipped to the core. You can go to the prize room at Hogwarts, and there should be my trophy there."

"Sounds true," Felix wrote, but under Occlumency, he couldn't help cursing, you've scanned me seventeen times, do you really think I can't find it?

"Because all this is the truth, you can investigate as much as you want, but time is tight and the next attack could happen at any time. My suggestion is to secretly write to the Ministry of Magic and ask them to take Rubeus Hagrid temporarily."

"You want me to snitch?" Felix wrote "angrily".

"No, it's just a test. Trust me, as long as you take him away, the attack will stop immediately." A line full of tempting words appeared on the diary, "Wait until this is over, and then stand up and enjoy what you deserve. Honor, I think, a Medal of the Order of Merlin—in the name of the warrior who ended the Chamber raid!"

"However, please keep me a secret for the time being. Someone in the school shelters Hagrid. If he finds out about my existence, he will not hesitate to use me as a scapegoat. This is my only request. When everything comes out, what do you want? You can do it."

Felix paused for a moment, then wrote on it, "I'll think about it."

Then, he took out an exquisite box from the suitcase in the corner of the office and put the diary in it.

The complex magic pattern disappeared in a flash.

After completely isolating the diary from the outside world, Felix reminisced about the verbal exchange just now in the silent office, and sincerely praised—

"It sounds like it's true."