'How could it be dangerous? '
'You'd be surprised, 'said Ron, looking at the book with some trepidation.' My father told me that one of the books the Ministry of Magic confiscated could burn your eyes out.
Anyone who reads' The Sonnets of a Wizard 'can only speak in limericks for the rest of their lives.
There was an old wizard in Bath who had a book that you couldn't put down once you read it! You buried your face in it everywhere you went and had to learn to do everything with one hand.
And — '
'Well, I get it, 'said Harry.
Harry interrupted and looked again at the small book, which lay on the floor, wet and blurred.
'But we won't know until we see it, 'he said.
He said, ducking around Ron and picking up the book from the floor.
Harry saw at once that it was a diary. The faded date on the cover showed that it was fifty years old. He opened it eagerly. On the first page he could make out only a single name in blurred ink: Tom Riddle.
'Hold on, 'said Ron.
'I know that name … Riddle won a special award for service to the school fifty years ago. '
He leaned forward cautiously and peered over Harry's shoulder at the diary.
'How do you know that? '
Said Harry in surprise.
'Because Filch put me on probation to clean his medals about fifty times, 'said Ron indignantly.
Ron said indignantly. "I got some slugs on it when I burped the other day. I have to clean them up. If you spend a whole hour scrubbing mucus off a name, you'll remember it too. '
Harry tore open the damp pages. They were completely blank. There was no sign of writing, not even the words' Aunt Mabel's Birthday 'or' Dentist at 3: 30. '
'He didn't write a word, 'said Harry, disappointed.
Harry said disappointedly, looking as if he had expected to find something.
'I don't know why anyone would throw it away, 'said Ron.
'There must be a reason, 'said Ron curiously.
Harry turned to the back and saw the name of a newsagent in Vauxhall Road, London.
"Liddell must be a Muggle," Harry said thoughtfully. "That's why he bought a diary in Vauxhall Road..."
"Well, it's not that useful to you anyway."
Ron said, lowering his voice. "If you can hit Myrtle in the nose with it, you get fifty points."
However, Harry put the diary in his pocket and didn't say anything.
…
These contents were sent to Dumbledore's table at the first instance. Then, they were passed to Stephen and Lohat. The moment Lohat finished reading them, he ran over to look for Snape.
"If I may say that Mr. Potter has inherited any merit from his disagreeable father, it is this courage which has no source or basis."
Snape did not hide his disdain. He was concocting a magic potion for Jon, especially the snake blood potion. This kind of magic potion would be highly toxic if there was a mistake, so Jon had chosen him to do it in the end.
Luckily, the most difficult magic potion had been concocted. Only the less difficult ones were left. Even if Snape was slightly distracted, it was fine. "I know very well what happened that year. The snake monster in the secret room was naturally released by Liddell, and then Hagrid was framed for it.
It can't be helped. Hagrid was always so stupid and so easy to target for Liddell. "
Lohat listened to Snape quietly. He naturally knew who Liddell was. Because they couldn't directly mention Voldemort's name, they chose to use Liddell instead.
"That diary should have a very powerful magic, right? I heard from Jon that they seemed to have found this diary before. It was Mr. Malfoy who put it in Ginny Weasley's book, and it was during the book signing event I held back then. "
"That thing not only has magical powers, it is Liddell's soul vessel. It has a strong power to bewitch people and can absorb other people's souls to sustain its own life. Simply put, that thing uses the power of other people's souls in exchange for its own soul to be separated and not be harmed. It is a very powerful type of black magic. As the professor of the Defense Against Black Magic class, how can you not know about this?"
"The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor doesn't necessarily need to know about soul artifacts. Besides, it's not like you don't know that I'm a fake to begin with. But I think that according to our initial agreement, our story will happen very soon.
"You mean the one Jon agreed on previously? Pardon my bluntness, but I feel that the possibility of it happening is not high. "
Snape restrained himself for once. "Our Mr. Potter is obviously a little stupid. It is very difficult for him to see the connection between all these. What is even more tragic is that his good friend, Miss Hermione Granger, collapsed in the hospital because she used the power of the compound soup carelessly. "
"Of course, I specially sent her a greeting card."
Lohat said calmly, "To be honest, I am actually looking forward to personally sending Harry into the secret room. Even if it is just an act, you are very exciting."
"You didn't come here to talk about this, right? I believe that Dumbledore gave it to you for a reason. "
"Oh, that is true." Lohat said, "Because our Mr. Potter can't discover the secret, we need the magic potion to help Miss Granger recover as soon as possible and return to their camp. Professor Sprout has been delaying the ripening of the Mandrake grass, so I know that you can give her a magic potion to remove the transformation without any problems."
"You don't have to do it casually. Go to the second layer of the grid on the left and find a small bottle. It is filled with a yellow liquid. It is the magic potion to remove the transformation, but it has a little side effect. Are you really going to use it?"
"Don't worry. Even without this magic potion, she will recover after a while. It is just that it will take some time. During this time, our school doctor's wife has provided Miss Granger with many tonics to nourish her body. I believe that this little side effect should not be a big problem."
"You are really very different from the rumors. I thought you would be moved by your female fans."
"Oh, that was me in the past. I won't talk about it anymore. I will leave first." Lohat held the magic potion in his hand. "I am afraid that the Ministry of Magic will send people over soon. There will be a good show to watch in school again."
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