A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

On Christmas night, the hustle and bustle turned to silence, and the night shrouded Hogwarts Castle like a curtain.

In the ancient Rune office, Felix habitually opened the diary and talked to the young Dark Lord inside.

For the past two days, he has been trying to guide him to talk about Salazar Slytherin, but it has been pulled off the topic.

Felix decided to take another tactic tonight, and he needed to carefully lay the trap for the young Dark Lord himself to step in.

To this end, he re-read many psychology books.

"A rather sensational event happened today," Felix wrote.

"What is it?" The diary asked with interest. He has been very distressed recently. After every exchange, this shrewd professor would lock him up, which made him completely lose his understanding of outside information.

"The attack in the Slytherin Chamber was reported, and people were talking about it, and there were proposals to dissolve the Slytherin Academy and strip Salazar Slytherin of all honor."

Felix felt like a giant spider, carefully weaving its web.

Immediately, a string of scribbled words appeared on the diary. "Ridiculous remarks, absolutely ridiculous! Who is it? Is it Dumbledore! He has always been prejudiced against Slytherin-born wizards."

Felix twitched the corners of his mouth, and he wrote in a wicked manner: "It's not him, it's a woman named Rita Skeeter, who has always been famous for rumors of ranking people."

The name "Rita Skeeter" flashed on the diary, looking messy and hideous--he seemed to be keeping the name firmly in his mind.

In the diary, the young Tom Riddle was really angry, and he couldn't help but wonder, is the current atmosphere of the magic world so filthy?

After a long time, the diary asked: "And then? The Ministry of Magic will definitely not agree to such a ridiculous proposal!"

"Of course not, but this matter has caused a lot of discussion at Hogwarts, and many young wizards' evaluation of Salazar Slytherin - well, it can be said to be extremely negative."

The diary couldn't help but write, "Salazar Slytherin is the greatest of the Big Four! However, later generations just judged him superficially and tried to discredit him!"

Felix thought of the huge face in the Chamber of Secrets: an old, monkey-like face, with a long, sparse beard that dragged almost all the way to the hem of his robe.

You know, it was carved by Slytherin himself, and there is a possibility of self-beautification.

It was hard for him to imagine what the real Slytherin looked like, especially when he was always surrounded by all kinds of snakes spitting out long letters.

Felix said relatively "objectively", "It's very telling. You know, people always keep things in their minds that they don't understand, like Slytherin's Parseltongue."

"I couldn't agree more, Felix Hepp, your opinion is quite insightful," praised the diary.

Felix explained modestly, "I have seen some manuscripts of Ravenclaw, and I can imagine that magnificent era with only a few words." He wrote with emotion: "The four most talented The witches and wizards came together to usher in a new era of magic."

The diary echoed him, saying, "That's really a history to remember." His phrasing became peaceful again.

But immediately, Felix commented, intentionally or unintentionally, "I just don't understand why Salazar Slytherin suddenly broke up with the other three, is it really a difference of ideas? You must know that pure blood thinking was not popular at that time. ."

"And he's secretly building chambers, leaving terrifying monsters in them. I think—" Felix wrote word for word, "he's destroying his own work, typical of the dark wizarding style. "

In the diary, Tom Riddle couldn't help but retort, "Perhaps his Chamber of Secrets wasn't meant to weed out Muggle wizards."

"What about it, Tom? I'll remind you that much of Slytherin's research was bloody and brutal, and it affected his character."

Tom Riddle continued to refute: "But he also uncovered the fog of truth for the latecomers. Look at his research objects, goblins, giants, dwarves, centaurs... His research results are enough to put the group of wizards Push to supremacy! It's a small price to pay."

"Tom, are you a mad admirer of him?" Felix wrote.

"No, of course not...I only partially agree with his ideas. Wizards and humanoids are different concepts, right?" The diary tried to make his tone more objective, "Besides, any judgment that is out of the background of the times is It was hypocritical and stupid, and the moral standards of wizards in those days were completely different from those of today."

"What you say makes sense," Felix wrote, "but as far as I know, these precious magical materials have not been handed down, and whether they are 'great' is unknown."

"That was indeed the 'greatest' achievement." In the diary, the young Dark Lord was clearly on the top, trying to convince Felix.

"How do you know?" Felix showed a triumphant smile.

"I'm just guessing..."

"Don't lie to me, Tom! You know more about Salazar Slytherin than I imagined, and you're too protective of him." Felix began to close the net. "This makes me wonder if it was you who opened the Chamber of Secrets? You are the real Slytherin heir!"

He wrote word for word, with a force that seemed to cut through the paper, "I need an explanation, otherwise, I'll have to turn you over to Dumbledore."

In the diary, Tom Riddle was so nervous that he hated the feeling of being "see through".

After a long silence, a line appeared in the diary, "You think so? You think I lied to you? I thought—we had a strong friendship."

Felix wrote calmly: "That's why I gave you the opportunity to explain."

From the Dark Lord's point of view, as long as he doesn't reveal the fact of the Horcrux, everything can be discussed.

The diary responded quickly and scribbly: "Of course it wasn't me, I was Muggle-born, remember? I have nothing to do with Salazar Slytherin."

Felix was silent, he did not reply to any text, and exerted a little pressure.

Tom Riddle in the diary couldn't take it anymore, he wrote again: "But...I have to admit that I did encounter adventures in school, and yes, I got some advanced knowledge of magic."

"It's Salazar Slytherin?" Felix asked, holding his breath.

"—I guess so," the diary replied briefly.

"Tell me, Tom, where did you put it?"

The diary was silent, the young Dark Lord rather tangled. He deliberately refused, but this professor was too keen, and he was cornered. If he denied it, he would definitely be regarded as the murderer who opened the secret room-although he was.

He hated his own powerlessness more and more, and tried his best to get out of this predicament, which made him almost mad with pride.

But soon, he replied in a polite and calm tone: "That was fifty years ago, I found a rather magical room on the eighth floor of the castle..."

This chapter is the game between the protagonist and Tom. It is full of misleading and lies. If you are interested, you can find it.