Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"I mean, this diary contains some terrible things. Some things that were covered up, some things that happened at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Looking at the jargon that appeared in the diary, Harry's body began to tremble slightly, he took a deep breath, and quickly wrote in the diary.

"I'm at Hogwarts and something terrible is going on in this castle right now, you know... the Chamber of Secrets?"

Harry's heart was beating very fast, and he felt that he would soon learn the truth of the secret room from this fifty-year-old diary.

In the diary, Riddle's notes also became very scribbled, as if he couldn't wait to tell Harry everything he knew.

He told Harry about his experience in fifth grade, when the Chamber of Secrets was opened once, and a poor student even died because of it.

In the end, he caught the killer, but the then headmaster of Hogwarts, in order to protect the school's reputation, did not allow him to tell the truth.

The killer was fired, Riddle was asked to keep it secret, the school gave him a medal, and that was the end of the matter.

Harry almost knocked over the ink beside him when he heard him finish the story, and begged Riddle to tell him who the last time he opened the Chamber of Secrets was.

And Riddle agreed very readily, and invited Harry to see his memory for himself.

Harry only hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

Then Riddle took Harry to watch, from his own perspective, the opening of the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago.

Let him personally participate in the whole process of how he denounced Hagrid and how Hagrid let his "monster" friend escape and was finally caught.

Harry returned to reality from Riddle's memory, staring straight ahead, breathing heavily.

The three of them had guessed that anyone could be the descendant of Slytherin who opened the Chamber of Secrets, but they never thought that the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets back then was actually Hagrid!

Just when Harry was in a daze, the door to the bedroom was suddenly pushed open from the outside, frightened Harry nervously closed Riddle's diary.

Ron, in his pajamas and wet hair, looked at Harry strangely.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Harry certainly wouldn't hide these things from Ron.

He couldn't wait to get up from his chair and tell Ron all the conversations he had had with Riddle, as well as the fact that he had seen through his memory that Hagrid was fired fifty years ago.

Ron's mouth opened wider and wider, and when he heard Hagrid was fired, he was already in a state of stunned.

"Wait! I've heard the name Tom Riddle before... Riddle received an award for exceptional contribution to the school fifty years ago."

He repeated a passage, and Harry looked at him in surprise.

"Where did you see it?"

Ron looked pained.

"It was because of this trophy, and Filch was just because I didn't wipe it clean, that he took me away and cleaned the trophy room again."

From his words, Harry further confirmed that Riddle was telling the truth.

"It was because Hagrid was exposed that the school gave Riddle a special contribution award, so what Riddle said was true!"

Just when Harry and Ron wanted to continue talking, the door to the bedroom was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Neville and Seamus, who had been punished in Snapna, had returned from handling the potion materials.

Harry and Ron both closed their mouths very tacitly, and then secretly hid Riddle's diary in their drawer.

Neville and Seamus looked tired, and neither of them noticed anything unusual about Harry.

"Dean hasn't come back yet?" Seamus feebly asked about the movements of their other roommate.

Ron shrugged and said, "I just saw him next door, and he seems to be showing off his new sketching quill."

Harry blinked and cared about Neville, who was lying on the bed as if he had lost his soul as soon as he entered the door.

"Snape what did he ask you to do?"

"The frog's brain..." Neville said with lost eyes, "The professor asked us to dig out the brains of three whole buckets of frogs. We have been busy from six o'clock until now, and our hands are covered with frog blood. , those dead frogs remind me of Leif..."

Harry and the others looked at each other, and they knew that Rafe was Neville's pet, Ron comforted.

"Don't think of Neville like that, Leif, it's a toad not a frog."

But Neville didn't seem to hear him, because by this time he was snoring lightly on the bed, apparently tired and asleep.

Harry and the others could only look at each other helplessly.

The next morning, Harry, Ron, and Hermione got together at breakfast in the Great Hall.

Harry told Hermione everything he had learned from Riddle last night.

Hermione and Ron, over and over again, made Harry like a wheelie, recounting everything he had seen in Riddle's memory.

Harry was a little tired of talking, and he even regretted knowing these things from his diary.

"Riddle may have picked the wrong person," Hermione said in a feeble defense for Hagrid. "Maybe another monster hurt someone..."

"There are so many monsters at Hogwarts." Ron obviously didn't think Hermione's explanation was very reliable.

"We've known for a long time that Hagrid was fired, and he's always liked to raise some big guys, like Lu Wei and Norbert."

Harry also wanted to find a reason for Hagrid, but he was distressed to find that he couldn't find it at all.

"And after Hagrid was fired, the attack stopped, otherwise Riddle wouldn't have been awarded."

Hermione said tentatively.

"How about we go to Hagrid and ask him what happened back then?"

"How do you think we should talk?" said Ron, spreading his hands. "Oh, hello, Hagrid, have you released your furry, savage friend lately?"

"And guess what Hagrid will answer us?"

Both Hermione and Harry fell silent.

In the end they decided not to go to Hagrid, and they weren't going to tell anyone about it as if they didn't know about it.

At the same time, Harry and the others also stopped investigating the Slytherin descendants. Hagrid's incident made them subconsciously not want to face these things.

And under the care of Professor Sprout, the mandrakes in the greenhouse are gradually maturing, and when they are fully grown, those who have been petrified will be saved.

The calm in the castle continued into the next week, until Harry and the others had another accident during their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.