The Chinese girl from Hufflepuff is both timid and brave

"You mean, a magical tool that can be used to block brain thoughts?"

"Yes, I think there must be such props that can be exchanged in the store, right? Well, it was really thrilling just now. I always felt that the principal had seen through everything, although I am sure he doesn't suspect me now..." Sun Zhu walked in the empty corridor with a book in her arms. There were still ten minutes before the end of the second class in the morning, but because she was kicked out by Alexander, she had an honorable absence from class.

She sent Said and Fina to the restaurant. It was said that today's menu included the Yorkshire veal steak that everyone loved. The best beef tenderloin was slow-fried with wine, and it smelled delicious, but it was also limited in supply and on a first-come, first-served basis.

Sun Zhu told them that they could use the time difference to make reservations in advance, and he had some questions he wanted to ask the principal, so he returned to the principal's office and had a one-on-one talk with Dumbledore.

"Host, I am actually the only one who can communicate with you in consciousness, and I cannot know your thoughts 100%. The structure of the human brain is very complex and profound. If you have a secret that you don't want anyone to know, as long as your will is strong enough, even I can't know it. So I don't understand why you are looking for this kind of magic weapon."

"It's not that complicated, Xiao Tongzi. I don't want this thing because of you. Simply put, it's just in case. After all, you don't understand the magic system here, and I also have a superficial understanding. I just remember clearly that there are many powerful characters here who are good at Legilimency. It is a kind of magic that can see what the other person is thinking and can quietly spy on other people's memories and thoughts. Some people are born with it, while others learn it later." Sun Zhu walked down the stairs while answering the system's questions, "Dumbledore is very good at it, but he has a bottom line and will not abuse it. But our enemy, Mr. Nose Voldemort, is not like that. If he notices me one day, he only needs to use Legilimency on me, and then all the original plot in my mind will be exposed to him."

"This sounds like it has serious consequences." The system's voice became much more serious. "But host, you have not been exposed, and Voldemort is still a long way from being resurrected."

"He will eventually be resurrected, as long as Harry is still alive. Besides, I don't have the confidence that I can avoid attracting Dumbledore's attention. After all, there are still many things I want to do and know."

"I understand, host. I will apply for this kind of spiritual barrier artifact for you." The system said, "I have reflected your opinion just now. I believe I will be able to give you a satisfactory answer soon."

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Tongzi." Sun Zhu pushed open the bathroom door. Her palms were sweating and her wand was a little slippery.

"Also, there is one more thing that concerns me. If I am not mistaken, the diary on Dumbledore's desk must be Tom Riddle's. But when did he get it?"

Originally, Sun Zhu didn't understand why Dumbledore let Alexander teach. After all, he looked ridiculous, just as she didn't understand Dumbledore's purpose in hiring Lockhart.

But after reading the diary, she understood a little. First of all, not everyone has the courage and strength to take on the cursed position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Some of the previous teachers had experimental accidents in the middle of teaching and were sent to St. Mungo's. Some were hit on the head by students' out-of-control flying brooms while walking on campus and had to lie in the school infirmary for half a month. Some came here purely to improve their reputation without knowing anything, and were reported to the Ministry of Magic by angry Ravenclaw parents, and finally expelled by the school board... In short, it is rare for someone like Sirius to have no major problems. It is not easy to find someone like Alexander who has some real skills and is willing to teach.

Secondly, because Dumbledore has always been close to Muggles, and most of the Hogwarts board of directors are pure-blooded aristocrats like Lucius, this has caused them long-term dissatisfaction. In addition, the rumor that Voldemort is about to resurrect has been spreading among their group of former Death Eaters, which makes them more and more fearless. Last semester, Lucius expressed his attitude in front of all the teachers and students in the school. This semester, he hired Alexander, who is on his side, to balance it out - after all, Sirius obviously didn't get along with them before.

Finally, the most important thing is to use Alexander to calm Lucius down and make him relax. The students' admiration for pure-blood supremacy makes him get carried away. Then, it is not difficult to get the authentic diary of the Dark Lord from Professor Snape, a professional double-crosser. After all, Lucius does not know the importance of the diary in his hand.

"Host, are you sure that's the Horcrux you're looking for? But I didn't detect any related magical fluctuations. Also, the progress of the Horcrux destruction is related to the main quest you want to complete. If they really got the diary, I would know."

Sun Zhu splashed some cold water on his face to keep his mind clear, then nodded and said, "That's right, the diary is not so easy to get. What I saw might just be a coincidence. Or, it was actually a replica."

After all, that was a 17-year-old Tom with his own consciousness, a soul fragment with memories that could sense his main soul. Unlike the dormant crown, it was not so easy to get it without making a sound. Perhaps, the safer way was to exchange the fake for the real from Lucius.

"You may be right, host. I will pay close attention to the situation over there. If there is any new progress, I will inform you as soon as possible."

"ok, I……"

"Ah! Ahahahahaha... Look, look what I see! A student skipping class! Hahahahahaha..."

Sun Zhu's conversation with the system was interrupted by a sharp female voice. The sound of water splashing came from the bathroom, accompanied by loud laughter. Sun Zhu subconsciously blocked his ears.

A translucent ghost wearing glasses appeared in front of her. He looked at her seriously for a few seconds and said in surprise, "It's actually a Hufflepuff. I thought it was another troublemaker from Gryffindor. Hufflepuff students also skip classes? You are obviously the most obedient and the least fun-loving students."

"Um, hello Myrtle, but I have to explain that I didn't skip class..." Sun Zhu patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, she was really scared just now.

"You didn't skip class? But there are still three minutes until the end of get out of class." Myrtle didn't believe it at all. "Lying is not something a Hufflepuff student would do. Although most of you are boring, you rarely lie to me."

"Actually, I was kicked out of the class by the teacher..."

"See! I told you you were..." Myrtle paused, then gasped and screamed exaggeratedly, "Oh my God! What did I hear? A Hufflepuff was kicked out of class? Unbelievable! So, were you crying just now? Don't deny it, I saw tear marks on your face!"

"Those are actually water marks! I didn't cry, so what's there to cry about?" Sun Zhu wiped the water off his face with his sleeve.

"Don't deny it! I cried! Wuuuu, do you think crying is shameful? But I just love to cry. Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... I knew you were all laughing at me behind my back!" Myrtle floated back to her cubicle in an instant, and a loud "splash" was heard in the bathroom.

"Well, that's not what I meant, Myrtle, you..."

"Wow, wow, a nasty Hufflepuff, a Hufflepuff that was driven away by the teacher, a Hufflepuff that laughed at me..."

"Hey, can you at least listen to my explanation?"

"Wow, wow, rude Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff who skips classes..."

Sun Zhu turned and walked out of the bathroom with a depressed look on his face.

"Host, are you okay?" the system asked cautiously.

"It's okay. Myrtle is also a poor person. She was harmed by Voldemort, but she didn't even know how she died." Sun Zhu sighed, "Mr. Nose did so many bad things that he turned a good girl into this crazy person now. So, now I..."

"What are your plans now?"

"The plan is to go to the restaurant and eat steak! Now that things have come to this, it's important to eat!" Sun Zhu touched his rumbling stomach, "Myrtle can't eat delicious steak, it's so pitiful, I forgive her."