tampered with the past

Looking through all the diaries in the entire room is really impractical for me. Just when I was at a loss, it suddenly occurred to me that this is the Room of Requirement.The Room of Requirement, which means all I have to do is ask.

I tried reporting it to the Room of Requirement, but there was no response.Apparently my mother didn't have her diary buried here, and she probably didn't even keep a diary at all.

I tried desperately to find my grandmother's diary.

No.

Grandfather's.

nor.

Ms. Spinnett's.

still none.

Uncle Weasley's.

Same no.

I almost gave up.

Of all the people connected to my mother, I can't think of anyone whose diary would be worth searching for except my father I've never met and the annoying Malfoy.

I tried my father's again.

The same is not true.

Malfoy's.

Still not.

Just when I decided to leave, the door of the Room of Requirement was suddenly opened from the outside, and I quickly dodged and hid behind the nearest bookcase.

It was a man, tall and thin, holding a book that was obviously a diary in his hand.

I covered my mouth in surprise.

I know that figure all too well, it's my Uncle Weasley!

After my uncle hid the diary and left the Room of Requirement, I rushed to the bookcase where my uncle hid his diary, and I recognized the diary that my uncle hid at a glance. It was the thickest diary I had ever seen—full After 8 inches, even more.

No wonder I couldn’t find my uncle’s diary just now. Uncle must keep a diary every day. I think he would take the diary from the Room of Requirement every day, and put it in the Room of Requirement after he finished writing it down.

I couldn't wait to pull out my uncle's diary.

"Copy in pairs!"

My only bit of transfiguration talent was rarely used, and I almost jumped with joy when I saw the extra diary in my hand that was exactly the same.

As I put my uncle's diary back in its place and left the Room of Requirement, the bell in the courtyard rang to me mercilessly that I had missed dinner.

But, who cares!

I'm not in the mood to eat right now.

I ran all the way back to the dormitory, and I didn't even say hello to Elsa in the common room.Right now, I can only think about one thing -

Read my uncle's diary.

Find out about my secrets.

Or should I say grandmother's secret.

I'm glad that the next two days are weekends, it gives me plenty of time to finish reading the diary instead of thinking about it in class.

I cast a conversion spell on my uncle's diary.

The uneven texture coming from the fingertips, at first described the carefree childhood of a little boy - loving his father and mother, caring about his uncle and aunt, and his sister wearing a pair of pants, a piece of delicious snacks, A brand new broom...

I moved my fingers greedily, as if by doing so, I could make up for my unhappy childhood.

But as the pages moved forward, the happy sunshine began to be obscured by dark clouds.

I can feel the haze hanging between the lines.

History and secrets spread at my fingertips, forming a torrent of regret.

In blood and tears, Uncle Weasley and I became one.

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