Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Tom Riddle.

This is my diary.

Draco was stunned when seeing the strange Hei Mo in front of him, then he turned around and looked around the dormitory.

No one is empty.

It seemed that Daphne was still in Pansy's room, accompanying Pansy who was still upset about the dormitory assignment.

Draco narrowed his eyes and stared at the strange diary.

Originally, I just wrote a few lines on a blank piece of paper on a whim.

Unexpectedly, I received a response from an unknown person.

For a moment, confusion, curiosity and vigilance were all swirling in my heart.

My father warned me since I was young that there are many unknown black magic props in the magic world.

Be especially cautious with objects that appear to have autonomous capabilities.

He stared blankly at the yellowed paper, watching the words fade away before a new line of words slowly emerged.

What is your name?

Seeing the other party's sudden and abrupt question, Draco raised his left eyebrow, drew out the quill, and replied quickly.

You have no right to ask. ?

Then, with a snap, he closed the diary.

He took out a wooden storage box from the desk, placed the diary in it and locked it.

Lying back on the bed, I thought about the circumstances that might have led to this inexplicable diary.

It fell into the luggage that I always packed neatly and checked repeatedly.

At the same time, I was also very curious about what kind of spell it was.

It can make ordinary paper have the function of conveying messages.

I thought to myself, this is definitely not common magic, otherwise why would the magic world still use owls to deliver letters?

I made up my mind that the first thing I would do after breakfast the next day would be to go to the library.

In addition, I also want to find out who the owner of the diary is.

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After breakfast the next day and explaining everything to Pansy and Daphne, Draco walked towards the library alone.

As soon as I passed through the door of the library, I heard a man's excited voice.

"Oh no! This won't do!"

"There's only one set of my works? And it doesn't even include my latest autobiography?"

"Ah, this is very troublesome for you, Madam Pince."

"You must be troubled by the frequent rush reading and reservations!"

"Don't worry—"

As soon as Draco realized that it was Lockhart who was pestering Madam Pince, who was in charge of the library, he quickly hid back outside the door.

He stamped his foot lightly in displeasure, wondering if there was any way he could escape into the bookshelves and bypass the long corridor at the library entrance.

"Aha! I recognize you, you are the Malfoy daughter!"

Before he could retreat to his hiding place, Lockhart had already shifted his gaze and walked towards him.

Along the way, don't forget to shout loudly.

"Why didn't you say it earlier? No, no, no, no need to explain. I understand."

"You're just shy, aren't you? After all, girls your age—"

Lockhart said pompously, waving his hands as if to calm Draco's temper.

He left the question halfway through his words, and at the same time, gave Draco that impatient smile.

"It's not that easy to resist the charm of the five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Attractive Smile, is it?"

Draco had never known that he could make an expression of world-hating like Severus.

"I have already given Harry Potter that kid some serious advice."

"He is not as mature as you, Miss Malfoy."

"Next time, let's take a photo together!"

"The amazing Lockhart and his two beloved disciples: the Malfoy daughter and the boy who lived."

"I think we will capture not only the cover of the Daily Prophet but also the cover of Witch Weekly!"

As Lockhart spoke, he began to pose his hands in various photo poses.

Sometimes he folded his hands across his chest, sometimes he lowered his head in thought, but his mouth continued to talk nonstop.

"Of course, to successfully get the front page, I have to be in the middle."

"You two will turn your backs to each other and lean against my left and right hands."

"By the way! It looks like there's a new kid in Gryffindor?"

"Let's ask him to take some photos for us first!"

"professor."

Draco finally couldn't hold back anymore, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his chest rose and fell due to his rapid breathing.

It took a lot of effort to suppress my anger and force a smile.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I think your advice is obviously ineffective."

"I heard that Harry Potter seems to be giving out autographed photos. Do you want to pay more attention to him?"

He said this calmly, watching Lockhart run out of the library as soon as he heard the words "autographed photo".

He breathed a sigh of relief and gently pressed his temples with both hands to ease his annoyance.

Madam Pince looked at him with a redemptive smile and led Draco to a round table in front of the forbidden book area.

The round table is hidden by the stone pillars that lead to the hexagonal stone staircase leading to the forbidden book area.

Located in a hidden corner that has never been discovered in previous visits to the library.

Next to the round table is a large floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the lush green fields of the campus.

"Thank you for returning peace to the library, Miss Malfoy."

“This is my favorite spot in the entire library, and even many children who call the library their home don’t notice it.”

"As a token of gratitude on behalf of the library, this seat will be reserved for you first in the future."

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Madam Pince, who was usually serious, spoke to Draco in a rare kind manner.

Draco was overjoyed at Madam Pince's generosity and quickly returned the favor with a smile.

At the same time, ask her to take out the student roster of Hogwarts for the past fifty years, as well as the relevant books on storing spells in objects.

The estimate of when Riddle enrolled is based on the year the paper was made.

As for the spell book, the purpose is to find out whether it is possible to transform the pages of the book into contact props.

I spent the whole morning rubbing my sore eyes.

After confirming that the corner was indeed hidden and no one was around, he raised his hands in confidence and stretched.

Most of the spell books mentioned were instruments such as automatic spinning needles and port keys, but there was no mention of possible magic or props that could replace owls for sending letters or even real-time communications.

The only gain was finding information about Tom Riddle.