The Chinese girl from Hufflepuff is both timid and brave

Sun Zhu looked at the six identical notebooks in his hands and fell into deep thought.

She only needs one book to summon the dragon... No, if she collects them all, maybe she can summon the real diary-kun.

Or at least it could be used to summon her old, seemingly bored, principal.

"The last notebook, you said it was in that person..." Sun Zhu tried to recall, "Slytherin's..."

"Chris Selwyn. Seventh year in Slytherin, Head Boy this year."

"That's great." Sun Zhu nodded.

"Host, what do you mean?" The system was puzzled. "He is the only one who does not intend to give you the diary. Could it be..."

"Finally someone I don't know came here." Sun Zhu continued: "Otherwise, it would be a little smooth for my friends to pick up these diaries in such a big Hogwarts."

"Lee Jordan and you didn't know each other. Bertha Eugene and Qiu Zhang also became your friends after that. Percy Weasley and you didn't have much contact either. Except for Nymphadora Tonks, the others..."

"Okay, Xiao Tongzi, you are too strict." Sun Zhu waved his hand. "What I mean is that finally someone I haven't heard of has come. Otherwise, I would feel uneasy if it went too smoothly. It seems that Selwyn is the key. Yes, that must be the case."

"Host, I need to remind you that you have met Chris Selwyn once before. He is your senior and friend, a neighbor of Nymphadora Tonks, and comes from the Holy 28 Pure-Blood Family."

"...When have I ever met him? Just passing by doesn't count."

"Do you want to know the details? I can tell you what happened about a year ago..."

"Stop, wait a minute." Sun Zhu quickly stopped it. "If you do this, people will think I'm padding the word count. If this is not important, then don't mention it. I just want to ask you, is there any way to know what special purpose the notebook in his hand has?"

"I don't know for now. Maybe I'll know after I meet him. Host, are you going to find him now?"

"Of course not. I've been practicing Quidditch for a long time and I'm exhausted." Sun Zhu lay on the bed in a "big" shape. "No matter how important it is, wait until I wake up before talking about it."

"But host, I still want to remind you..." The system hesitated, "The talking notebook that Qiu Zhang gave you, I can feel that its magic fluctuations are different from the others. I suggest you pay more attention to it."

Only then did Sun Zhu remember the diary that she had "ignored" for a day and a half.

Since she was sure that the diary was not genuine, she lost the desire to talk to it.

After all, she was busy with classes and Quidditch training, and she wasn't always free.

"Okay, now that you've reminded me, let me number them." Sun Zhu, "Qiu's is the sixth one, so let's call it Laoliu. Let me see what Tang Laoliu has to say."

"Host, you really have a talent for naming." The system praised sincerely.

Sun Zhu took out the diary numbered six, opened it, and was shocked.

"Why are you silent? You think what I said makes sense, right?"

"If you apologize for your doubt just now, I can reluctantly accept it."

"You're not talking, are you going to eat? After so many years, I wonder if the Hogwarts menu has changed... No, why did I say 'so many years'?"

"It feels like a long time has passed. Is it my illusion?"

“Who am I and why am I here?”

"That second grader before, was it my hallucination?"

"........."

Sun Zhu blinked, feeling that this diary was not very smart.

"He seems to have really lost his memory. If this is his authentic diary, this state is obviously abnormal."

"I don't understand its logic." The system said: "The possibility of disguise cannot be ruled out."

"If he is pretending... it seems unnecessary. Is this the Dark Lord's style? He looks like an ordinary tenor with a dull mind."

"Host, I don't know what the Dark Lord should be like. You can only judge for yourself." The system was very honest. "I only know that it is indeed different from the others."

"Then, we can only..." Sun Zhu tapped the dragon-patterned beads on his wrist, "Jianguo, I need your help!"

The little golden dragon appeared reluctantly, and Uncle Long said impatiently: "Why? Didn't you tell me to try not to show up when you were in the dormitory, so as not to scare your friends?"

"It's okay. There are curtains on the bed so they can't see. Ahem, keep your voice down. Can you help me see if there's anything special about this book?"

"Why is there another notebook?" Uncle Long looked around the notebook in silence, "This notebook is a bit weird."

"Tell me more about it? Does it feel similar to the crown you saw a year ago?"

"It's a bit like that, but it's much weaker than that aura." Grandpa Long closed his eyes. "I can't feel any evil, but it still makes me uncomfortable."

Sun Zhu's doubts grew even greater: "So, this is a weakened version of the Horcrux? Who did it... Dumbledore?"

"What is a Horcrux?"

"Can you feel a soul attached to this book?" Sun Zhu opened the inner page and showed it to Grandpa Long. "Jianguo, look, it can talk to me, just like a real person. The fact that it can do this means that it is very likely one of the Horcruxes I want to destroy."

Uncle Long opened his eyes, looked for a long time, and said coldly: "No, I don't understand."

"Ah? You can speak and understand English, right?"

"Host, the dragon's ability to communicate is similar to a universal translator, which requires sound as a medium. It is currently illiterate."

"... Never mind, it's not important." Sun Zhu rubbed his temple. "Jianguo, what do you think this book is?"

Uncle Long glanced at her lazily and said, "A spirit, a book spirit."

Sun Zhu was speechless. In a sense, the diary and Peter were indeed the same kind of people.

Uncle Long is quite good at seeing the essence through phenomena.

Sun Zhu picked up the pen, thought for a moment and wrote: "Are you okay?"

There were no changes to the diary.

She added: "I played Quidditch this afternoon. Are you good at it?"

There was still no response from the diary.

Just as Sun Zhu was hesitating whether to really admit his "mistake" to him as he said, another line of words finally appeared in the diary.

"Who are you? Do I know you?"

Sun Zhu folded his arms across his chest and leaned back.

It's starting again, huh? Is your desire to perform so strong?

"I am your master, and you are my personal elf. Your name is Tang Laoliu. Do you remember?"

She wrote casually in her diary.

The diary was silent for a moment: "The six Tang? Is this a human name?"

"Of course not. You're not a human being."

"Then what am I? What is a pocket elf?"

"What it means is that you must obey me unconditionally and serve me, because I am your master and I have signed a contract with you."

She tried hard to recall the stories about Long Aotian that she had read in her previous life. What would happen after the male protagonist fell off a cliff, picked up a secret manual handed down from generation to generation, and gained a personal grandfather?

"Nonsense, I remember I was a student at Hogwarts, not an elf." The diary seemed to have regained some consciousness, "Who are you?"

"Yes, you were once a student at Hogwarts, but later, something happened to you and you lost your body. Part of your soul merged with this diary. After I picked it up, I accidentally triggered the contract in the book. You can only be free if you listen to me."

"Do you think I will believe you?"

"If you don't believe me, forget it." Sun Zhu yawned. "Then you can continue to stay here. If you don't fulfill the contract seriously, it won't be me who will be torn to pieces in the future."

Sun Zhu closed the book again. Grandpa Long had already returned to the bead. The system witnessed everything that had just happened and asked uncertainly: "Host, will it believe you?"

"It doesn't matter. Just tease it. It's its own fault for pretending to have lost its memory again."

"Maybe you really have lost your memory. You haven't paid attention to it for more than 24 hours."

"If he really has lost his memory, then it will be fun."