A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

It took about 20 minutes for the diary to tell a story of a "green teenager who had a chance encounter".

When he was in school, he stumbled into a room on the eighth floor of the castle. It was a huge storage room filled with the treasures of Hogwarts little wizards for thousands of years.

"I found out later that they were rumored to call this mysterious room the Flying House, or the House of Requirement," the diary wrote, "I got that part of the information from here—probably some of my former little wizards. hidden."

Felix curled his lips, and wrote in his diary: "So, you didn't find Slytherin's secret room, but another hidden room? You found Slater from the hidden room - the room of request. Lin's research data?"

A few words quickly appeared in the diary, "That's it."

Felix tapped his fingers on the table, thought for a moment, and wrote in his diary, "Those studies are still in the Room of Requirement? You didn't take them away?"

"I think—it's Hogwarts property. Before I graduated, I put them behind a big cabinet with a blistered surface like it had been splashed with strong acid, and it was easy to find, and I remember there were A stinking five-legged monster. Next to it was an ugly-looking wizard statue," the diary wrote.

Felix pursed his lips, trying his best not to laugh.

Interesting, really interesting.

The dialogue between the two of them is like a complicated game, full of lies and misleading, and it all depends on who is more intelligent.

Before that, Felix didn't expect to get the hidden room of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets from the diary.

His purpose today is actually to try to find out if he can find one or two off-campus research materials hiding spots. This is one of the possibilities he speculates, but the more likely thing is that Tom Riddle has destroyed all the materials. ——This is the result he least wants to see.

Fortunately, the diary directly told him the room on the eighth floor.

It's not worth the effort he put into it.

However, Felix also had a hunch, since the diary chose to tell him, it meant that it was not important information - at least not important to the Dark Lord.

But he happily wrote back in his journal, "Thanks, Tom, I'll check. If I misunderstood you, I'll apologize."

"I hope so," the diary replied calmly.

Felix wrote with some regret, "People don't know what a glorious era Slytherin's research will usher in, so he has always been the evil image of the dark wizard, Tom, you did the right thing. thing."

The diary didn't answer, the soul that belonged to Tom Riddle in it was about to explode.

And Felix added, "Slytherin and Gryffindor are two extremes. Godric Gryffindor's evaluation is much more positive, fair, brave, and just..."

The diary poured down the next line in a disdainful tone: "That's just an illusion." He asked a pointed question, "Felix Hepp, guess, did Slytherin cause more killings, or did he fall in Granville? More life under the Wand of Fendor and the Sword?"

Felix's expression froze.

The diary seemed to have anticipated his reaction, and a line of deliberately bolded sentences appeared on the page, and just by reading the words above, you could see his teasing, "Yes, yes, history has always been distorted— - Gryffindor is a butcher, and more wizards have died at his hands than the other three founders combined."

At the end of the conversation, the diary made no secret of its malice towards Gryffindor, "One sword, one wand, stepping on corpses, to achieve the name of the most outstanding duelist of the era - this is Godric. Gryffindor!"

...

Felix closed the diary, his expression elusive.

"Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor." He whispered the names of the former close friends.

Of course Felix wouldn't think that the diary was telling the truth, but he also didn't think that he would be full of lies. Judging from his tone and wording, he still had some credibility.

"I need a guide, preferably someone who witnessed it at the time." Felix suddenly thought of a name.

Ms Gray.

This beautiful, but usually very proud Ravenclaw ghost has another name - Helena Ravenclaw.

She is the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the four founders of Hogwarts - a secret that Felix also accidentally learned through the bloody Barrow.

The love-hate entanglement between these two people can almost write a gaudy romance novel.

Felix pondered, even though she was younger, she could be considered to belong to the same era as the Big Four of Hogwarts, and she must know a lot of secrets in the early days of Hogwarts.

At the other end, Harry tossed and turned on his dorm bed.

Whether it was the news from Malfoy's mouth, or Hermione's mistaken intake of the cat's fur-laced Potion, he couldn't sleep.

It was past zero and Harry fell asleep in a daze, but suddenly he felt something on his stomach, making him a little short of breath.

He opened his eyes and saw a house-elf with big bat-like ears and protruding green eyes the size of tennis balls.

"More than!"

Harry shrieked softly. He glanced around, where the other roommates were still sleeping soundly.

...

The next day, Harry and Ron arrived early to visit Hermione in the school hospital.

Just last night, they had taken the potion to prepare Malfoy's words - they had always suspected that Draco Malfoy was the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets.

But something went wrong in the middle. Hermione's transformation object, Millison raised a cat, and she mistakenly threw the cat's hair into the potion as Millison's hair, and serious consequences occurred.

She had black hair all over her face, her eyes turned yellow, and two long, pointed ears protruded from her hair.

When Harry and Ron entered the ward, she was begging Madam Pomfrey to put a curtain around her bed.

"Did you get any leads last night?" she asked in a low voice so Madam Pomfrey wouldn't hear.

"No," said Harry frustratedly.

"I'm pretty sure it's Malfoy," said Ron. "He's not telling the truth, he got mad at us when we asked him about the Chamber of Secrets, didn't he, Harry?"

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked with interest.

Ron explained, "We acted like admiration for him - it's hard to know, Crabbe and Goyle are usually goofy. We asked him if he knew something? But he jumped. Get up and warn us to shut up or show us. I'm actually curious about that."

Hermione sighed, her long ears drooping down on her head.

Harry glanced around and said in a low voice, "I have a little gain here. It was about early morning last night when that house-elf named Dobby came to me again..."

"Last night?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, you were asleep." Harry shrugged.

"Harry," said Ron wisely, frowning, "I will remind you that house-elves are extremely loyal servants, and their obedience to their masters is almost etched into their bones. I've never seen anything like you. That kind of thing, this kind of-"

He couldn't think of an adequate description.

Harry said, "He's really weird, but I think he respects me, yes, respect. He told me that danger still hangs over Hogwarts."

"And then?" Ron became interested.

"Then he banged his head against the railing as hard as he could..." Harry said rather speechlessly.

There are two updates today, and the author needs to think about the plot.