HP Star Shining

Su Xingchen looked at Hermione with an indescribable expression. It seemed that Hermione's star-chasing mind was still not healed.

She was really impressed by Lockhart. His greeting was not even half as long as his name. How could such a smart child like Hermione not see it clearly?

Su Xingchen couldn't figure it out and could only attribute it to the plot.

Fortunately, Hermione didn't have to answer Ron's question, as Madam Pomfrey hurried over with her evening medicine, which meant that everyone else had to leave.

The three of them left the ward and as they stepped onto the stairs back to the tower, Su Xingchen said to Ron, "Please pay more attention to Ginny. I feel like she hasn't looked well lately."

"That's right. I don't know what's wrong with her. She always looks so flustered."

Su Xingchen saw Ron's confused look on his clothes and secretly complained: So stop staring at other people and look at your sister.

Suddenly, an angry shout was heard from upstairs.

"It's Filch," whispered Harry.

The three of them quickly ran up the stairs, hid where no one could see them, and listened with their ears pricked up.

"Do you think someone has been attacked again?" Ron asked nervously.

Su Xingchen shook her head, she didn't know either.

They stood there motionless, Harry turning his head in the direction of Filch's voice, almost hysterical.

"Here you are, getting me into trouble again! I've been mopping the floor all night long, as if I didn't have enough work to do! No, this is unbearable. I'm going to find Dumbledore..."

Filch's voice faded away, and in the distance a door slammed shut.

Three people popped their heads around the corner.

Filch had apparently been at his usual spot on guard, where Mrs. Norris had been found attacked.

After they walked over, they finally understood why Filch was yelling.

A large water stain spread across half the corridor, and it seemed that water was still seeping out from under the door of "Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom".

Now that Filch's roar was gone, they could hear Myrtle's cries echoing around the bathroom.

Her cries were louder and more shrill than ever before. Su Xingchen rubbed his arms together, feeling quite creepy.

"What's the matter with her?" asked Ron.

"Let's go check it out." Harry said, picked up his robe, and waded through the surging water to the bathroom. There was an out of order notice hanging on the door, but he obviously ignored it.

Ron followed closely behind, and Su Xingchen could only go in with a bitter face. She was afraid that Myrtle would go crazy at her again in this state.

Mainly, she wanted to see the diary. Yes, now she realized that it was time for Ginny to throw away the diary.

The bathroom was dimly lit because the gushing water had extinguished the candles and the walls and floor were damp.

Myrtle seemed to be hiding in her usual toilet bowl.

"What's going on, Myrtle?" Harry asked.

"You guys are going to throw something at me too?" Myrtle stuck her head out miserably and sobbed.

Harry waded through the water towards Myrtle's cell. "Why would I throw something at you?"

"Don't ask me," Myrtle yelled as she rushed out of the toilet, sending another, even bigger stream of water splattering onto the already soaked floor.

"I was just sitting here, thinking about my own problems, and someone thought it was funny to throw something at me."

"Even if someone hits you with something, it won't hurt, right? I mean, it will go through your body."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Su Xingchen knew it was over. Where did this straight man come from?

Sure enough, after hearing this, Myrtle instantly swelled up and became several times larger.

She screamed at Harry, "Let's all throw books at Myrtle. She can't feel it anyway! If you hit her in the stomach, it's ten points. If you hit her in the head, it's fifty points! It's a fun game."

Su Xingchen was very glad at this moment that he didn't go over.

Harry also realized that he had said the wrong thing. "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. So who hit you with the book?"

"I don't know. I was sitting on the toilet, thinking about death, and the book just fell on top of me." Myrtle recoiled, sobbing again. "There it is, all soaked and rotten."

The three of them followed the direction Myrtle pointed and saw a small, thin book lying on the ground under the pool.

The tattered black cover was soaked, like everything else in the bathroom.

Harry took a step forward to pick it up, but Ron suddenly stretched out an arm and grabbed him. "Are you crazy? This could be dangerous!"

"Dangerous?" Harry laughed. "Come on, how could it be dangerous?"

"You'd be surprised if I told you this." Ron looked at the book in fear. "My dad told me that among the books confiscated by the Ministry of Magic, there's one that will burn your eyes out. Anyone who reads 'Wizard's Sonnets' will only be able to speak in limericks for the rest of their lives. There's an old wizard in Bath who has a book that you can never put down after reading it once. You'll bury your face in it wherever you go, and in the end you'll have to learn to do everything with one hand. And..."

Ron kept talking, and Harry wasn't sure whether he believed it or not. Su Xingchen was extremely surprised. She knew that some books in the world of cultivation would also be banned, but it seemed that there were not so many kinds of bans.

It turns out that the wizards are the ones who can do it.

"Okay, I understand." It seemed that Harry was not prepared to listen to Ron.

Ron was about to stop him, but Su Xingchen interrupted him, "It's okay, Ron, it should be fine."

Although she said this, she was thinking: This is a big problem, Voldemort's soul is hiding in there. Fortunately, Harry is the protagonist, otherwise nine lives would not be enough for him to create.

"See, the stars say so." Harry stepped around Ron and picked up the damp, blurry book. "And we've got to see what it is."

It was a diary, and Harry could tell from its faded cover that it was dated fifty years ago. Turning to the first page, he could only make out a name written in illegible ink: TM Riddle.

"Wait." Ron approached cautiously and looked at the diary from behind Harry. "I know this name. Riddle won an award for special contribution to the school fifty years ago."

"How did you know?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Remember that time I was in detention and Filch asked me to clean my medal, but I burped and got a slug all over it," Ron said indignantly. "If you had spent an hour cleaning that medal, you would have remembered the name on it, too."

For some reason, Su Xingchen wanted to laugh when he thought of that scene, and he really laughed.

"Xingchen." Ron looked at her sadly.

"Sorry, sorry." Su Xingchen quickly covered her mouth. She shouldn't laugh at this time, but she really couldn't help it.

Harry looked at the two of them helplessly, and gently turned over the damp paper. Page after page was completely blank, without any trace of writing.

"He didn't write a word." Harry said disappointedly.

"I'm just curious why someone would throw it away," Ron said curiously.

Harry turned to the back cover, which bore the name of a newsagent from Vauxhall Road, London.

"Riddle must be a Muggle," he mused, "to buy his diary in Vauxhall Road."

Was Voldemort also a Muggle? Having never read the original novel, Su Xingchen had always assumed he must be a so-called "pure-blood." Today's revelation was quite a learning experience.

"Can you show it to me?" Su Xingchen also wanted to see what the so-called "Horcrux" looked like, although he felt a little uneasy.

But the main thing is, it's not dangerous right now, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

Harry handed the diary over, and Su Xingchen threw it on the ground as soon as he took it, and covered the hand that had just touched the diary with his other hand.

"Xingchen!" Harry was very anxious. "What's wrong with your hand? Let me take a look." Ron also quickly came over. "I said it was dangerous."

Su Xingchen carefully released his hand. There was no sign of redness or swelling, nothing at all.

But the burning sensation just now made her feel that what Harry handed her was not a diary, but a burning flame.

"What's going on? Nothing seems to be wrong." Ron was confused.

Su Xingchen looked at the white and tender fingers and shook his head. "I don't know. It was very hot just now. It felt like..."

In a flash, she suddenly thought of something and looked up at Harry.

"Like what?" Ron asked, confused.

Harry seemed to have thought of something as well, and he couldn't help but touch the scar on his forehead. "Does it feel like when you touched my scar last semester?"

Su Xingchen nodded, his expression calm.

In fact, she was very panicked. What was going on?

As far as she knew, Voldemort did not ask the basilisk to attack Harry until the very end when he entered the Chamber of Secrets. Before that, he had only been relying on creating illusions to confuse people.

Did she really have a butterfly?

"Don't..." Before Ron could stop him, Harry bent down and picked up the diary again.

"Go on, Ron." He put the diary in Ron's hand, and Ron tossed it from one hand to the other as if it were a hot potato.

And then, nothing happened.

Ron looked a little embarrassed. He knew Xingchen would never lie, but he didn't feel anything when he held it.

Now Su Xingchen knew that there was nothing wrong with the diary. It was still the same as the original plot. Ginny could take it, Harry could take it, Ron could take it, and she believed that Hermione or anyone else could take it.

She is the one with the problem!

"Let's go back first. Don't stay here too long." Su Xingchen glanced at the diary, then turned to Harry and said, "Harry, you should take it."

"Yes, yes, yes." Ron nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Although he didn't feel anything, it didn't stop him from feeling scared.

"Okay." Harry obediently took the diary from Ron and put it in his pocket.