People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

George's pitiful appearance touched the softest part of Afro's heart, and she quickly pulled his arm and pulled George up from the ground.

"Why are you so careless?"

Percy saw that George was pretending to be pitiful, and he sneered righteously, saying that this unhealthy trend must be stopped!

"I can even sit on the floor excitedly while eating!"

When George heard Percy's words, he shrank back behind Afro aggrievedly, "Little Afro~"

"It's okay, it's okay. You won't be scared if you touch the fur." ​​Afro raised her hand and touched the soft hair. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She looked sweet and touching.

George seemed to feel the effects of the love potion starting to wear off.

However, the other boys who had ulterior motives were even more unhappy. They stared at George's pitiful appearance and wanted to expose him directly!

The second grade Christmas dinner ended with a few teenagers jealous of each other.

After a busy day, Afro finally had time to open the gifts.

"Huh~" Ron opened the gift that Fred and George gave to Afro. It was a one-piece pajamas with bunny ears and a tail, which was even cuter than the one she wore in first grade.

"Little Ron!" Fred, who was closest to Ron, smashed the heavily wrapped gift in his hand on his head. The sound was so loud that it even echoed!

"From the sound of it, it's a good melon!" Afro reached out and rubbed Ron's little red hair randomly, but the slightly joking words did not comfort him.

"Look! This is from Ron!" George was lucky enough to open the gift from Ron, a whole box of snacks.

All of them are products that Ron thinks are the most delicious.

With these two people mocking each other, the next gift opening turned into a rant! The teenagers who were "friends" laughed at each other's gifts.

The Gryffindor Christmas tree was flooded with more gifts than last year. Aphrodite, Hermione and a few other boys were busy for more than half an hour before they finished unpacking all the gifts.

Several boys also took the opportunity to hide a number of greeting cards expressing their feelings.

"Is this what you found at Parkinson's?" Hermione looked at the ordinary diary lying in the middle of the ground and couldn't help but wonder if Afro had taken the little girl's diary back.

Harry picked up the black notebook and flipped it up and down and left and right. His fingers ran across the title page, and the cold bumps and depressions attracted his attention.

“This has a name!”

Several people gathered together under a candle and used the flame to read the words clearly.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle."

"This name sounds so familiar!" Ron looked at the letters engraved on the metal, scratched his head and thought for a long time before he remembered where he had seen it.

"I saw it last time in the trophy room! I even accidentally vomited slugs all over the name."

Harry and Hermione listened to Ron's description, imagining the scene at that time, and turned away from him with disgusted brows.

The real Tom, who happened to be sober in the crystal bottle, heard Ron's words and was so angry that he wanted to show up immediately and give him a big bite!

That's his trophy! It's not clean anymore!

Weasley, right? He remembered!

"Does he have a record of the last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened?" Hermione roughly calculated in her mind and found that the owner of the diary was exactly on the timeline of the opening of the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago.

"But don't you find it strange? Why did a fifty-year-old diary appear in Parkinson's hands?"

Afro did not intend to let the three little ones go around in circles to solve the mystery of the diary. She directly pointed out the key and tried to give them the answer within the bottom line set by the system.

"2333, have you received a warning?"

"No, little Afu."

Afro had a guess in her heart that maybe in the future she could break through the timeline of the plot, giving her more room for modification, but everything was still under experimentation.

"She might have picked it up somewhere." Ron shrugged nonchalantly, took the diary and flipped through a few pages.

He doesn't have the habit of writing a diary.

"How can a diary be thrown around randomly!" Hermione picked up a pillow and threw it at Ron, who was out of his mind, and she retorted loudly with the thoughts of a little girl.

A diary is a very private thing!

"Someone did it on purpose!" Harry heard the discussion and his mind worked quickly. He immediately understood what was strange.

"Someone gave the diary to Parkinson, and Parkinson opened the secret room according to the description in the diary—"

"Guys! There's nothing in the diary!"

Ron, who did not participate in the discussion, flipped through a few pages of the diary and found that there was nothing in it. It was like a newly bought diary.

Harry snatched the book in disbelief and flipped through a few pages at random. The blank parchment seemed to mock the ridiculousness of his argument.

"How could this be?" Hermione also came close to Harry's hand and looked at the strange diary. They read it from beginning to end, but except for the name on the cover, there was not a single word in the diary!

"Did we guess wrong?"

Afro stood up from the carpet, walked to the table, picked up a bottle of ink, and poured it all into the diary.

As the three people stared in amazement, the diary that was splashed with ink gradually absorbed the ink, and the book that was stained black returned to its original appearance.

"Merlin's facekini!" Ron screamed in shock, and he leaned over the diary, wishing he could put his face on it.

Harry and Hermione also stood there with their mouths half open. It was the first time for them to see such a scene, and they were so shocked that they didn't know what to say.

"Aphrodite, how do you know?"

Afro put down the empty ink bottle in her hand and spread her hands to both sides. "I was just guessing. Isn't that how it's played out in novels? Either water or fire."

Harry, who didn't read novels, and Ron, who didn't know anything about Muggle novels, were silent.

Hermione, who knew a little about the matter, stared at the ink bottle that Aphrodite had placed on the ground, and her extremely intelligent brain stopped working.

"Hey, ink is also water."

Harry took another quill from the table, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then wrote a sentence on the page that had returned to being blank.

The words disappeared under the eyes of several people, and were replaced by another sentence.

"Hello, my name is Tom Marvolo Riddle."

The real Tom, who had woken up when they were talking about the showroom, saw his small account logged in from another place, and he wanted to come out right away and send the person pretending to be him to see Merlin.

"Harry, just ask him about the Chamber of Secrets!" Aphrodite and Hermione said in unison.

Harry nodded and wrote directly below that sentence, "Did you know about the opening of the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago?"

"I know."

"I'll take you to see it."

The words emitted a dazzling white light that enveloped Harry, and Afro and the others were blinded by the light. After a minute, Harry gasped and looked at Afro in shock.