[Comprehensive] Digging Secrets in the Academy of Magic

Al pushed George's hand away vigorously, and looked forward: there was a large open space among the crowd, and Filch was lying in the middle, his long disheveled hair covering his cheeks, and his exposed skin was a lifeless blue color, while Harry , Ron, and Hermione were standing at Filch's feet. Hermione covered her eyes and shrugged her shoulders, not daring to look at them.

Al's thoughts were in chaos. In the original book, Filch's cat was the first to have an accident, and it was petrified. How could it be Filch himself who suffered after he took the diary away?

Or just die?

Although Filch is not likable, no one is happy for his misfortune. Al scanned the crowd and saw Ginny with a frightened face. The diary was already in his hands. This matter should have nothing to do with her. .

"Is...is he dead?" Draco also squeezed into Al's side, asking uneasily.

Al shook his head and was about to see if Filch was breathing when the crowd parted suddenly and Dumbledore and a group of teachers hurried in.

Dumbledore glanced at the trio and said to the teachers who were following him, "Severus, please give these children some calming potions, they are frightened. Poppy, check Argus. "

"But they are murderers!"

A senior Slytherin yelled, "We were the first ones, and the three of them were standing next to Filch! Just the three of them!"

"I have to say that this is a very serious accusation. Without solid evidence, it is impossible to simply say that these three second-year children are the murderers." While Harry's face turned pale, Dumbledore sternly said, said Slytherin.

"Al, look there." Draco patted Al and pointed to the wall.

It was only then that Al noticed a few words written in red on the wall: "The chamber of secrets has been opened, those who are enemies of the heir, be alert!"

"He's not dead!" Madam Pomfrey yelled at this moment. "Take him to the hospital wing, quick."

Dumbledore turned to the students and said seriously: "Your gatekeepers are not dead, all go back to sleep, no night tours, please don't make wild guesses, we will investigate the truth. Come with me, Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, Mr Weasley."

Harry looked around helplessly, looking rather frightened.After they left with the professors, Al stayed where he was for a while, then suddenly moved to the wall and wiped the writing on the wall with his fingers.

It's a red paint with an unspeakable smell.Al looked at Draco calmly. There was no red paint on the other's robe, and his expression was very natural.

If it wasn't for Draco, who would have the chance to get the diary he put away?

"Al? Are you okay?"

The voice brought Al back from his thoughts, and only then did he notice that the Weasley twins were still here. George watched him worriedly, and reached out to him, seemingly wanting to pat him on the head, but in the end he just patted him. Pat on the shoulder.

"I'm fine, let's go back." Al shook his head and pulled Draco away.

All the way back to the dormitory quickly, while Draco was taking a shower, Al opened the drawer where he kept his diary, but the diary was still in there, it seemed that he didn't even move his position.

what happened?Al was bewildered.Could it be that Tom Riddle in the diary became a spirit himself and went to open the secret room?

Or is it someone else who opened the secret room?Are there any other Parseltongues at school?

Al looked in the direction of the bathroom, the water was rushing, it sounded like Draco would not come out in a short time.After hesitating again and again, Al took the diary, quill and ink, and went to the empty bedroom again.

Al didn't know if Tom Riddle could see who was using it outside the diary. If he couldn't see it, he could pretend to be the person who used it, but if he could see it, he would be suspicious of himself.

The quill paused for a long time on a blank page before Al finally wrote a line of words on it.

"Today is October 10st. The gatekeeper Filch was attacked. There was a word written on the wall about the secret room being opened. Everyone was scared."

The handwriting stayed for a while and then disappeared. After a while, new handwriting appeared on the blank page.

Tom's handwriting was beautiful, and his tone was very gentlemanly: "Hi, who are you?"

"I'm Alris. Who are you? Are you this diary?"

"I'm Tom Riddle. To be precise, I'm just a memory. I can chat and talk with living people."

Al sneered unconsciously. The diary can not only simply talk to living people, but he can also confuse them, use them, and finally kill them and resurrect himself.

"It's amazing." Al thought about writing this sentence, "Then do you know anything about the secret room?"

After a pause, the other party replied: "Sorry, I don't know about the Chamber of Secrets."

Al frowned.

Why hadn't Tom been eager to show him his memory of framing Hagrid?He doesn't trust himself?

"Okay." Al replied.

There was no reply from the diary for a long time.

Al hid the diary in his robe, and returned to the dormitory full of doubts.Before Draco finished washing, Al looked around the room and hid the diary at the bottom of his closet.

You have to learn a hidden or locked spell to put the diary away properly.If Draco hadn't moved the diary, then it could only be someone from Slytherin House. Al felt that he had to pay more attention to anyone who was not normal recently.

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The next day, Filch was not dead, but petrified, and word spread throughout Hogwarts that the mandrake would recover when it matured.Last night's fear was only temporary, and soon, almost all the little wizards were rejoicing that their annoying gatekeepers could finally come out from all corners to deduct points for them.

The temporary caretaker to replace Filch was Hagrid, and Harry's trio couldn't be more satisfied with this.Their relationship with Hagrid was very good, and Al was sure that the number of Harry's night trips would increase rapidly because he had no scruples.

However, since Filch's petrification, Harry seemed worried, and he was so absent-minded in Potions class that he almost cut his finger with the silver knife.

Just as Severus passed by him, he said "Be careful" coldly.

Al took Harry's potion ingredients, cut them up for him, and handed them back: "What are you thinking?"

Harry glanced at him, then lowered his head to make his own potion: "It's just those things last night... I can't figure it out, what is an heir? Who is his enemy, how could Filch be petrified, and what else?" have……"

He looked around, made sure no one was listening to him except Draco and Ron, and whispered: "I can hear voices that no one else can hear, and that voice is everywhere in Hogwarts." Let's go, talk about killing, death or something..."

"It was that voice that led me to discover Filch last night," Harry went on.

"Did you tell Dumbledore?" Al asked.

"No." Harry shook his head, "Ron said hearing words that others can't hear is not a good sign. If they think I'm crazy and hear some inexplicable voice, it feels worse than if they think I'm the murderer .”

"Don't worry too much, Harry." Draco comforted, "The heir refers to the heir of Slytherin, no one with a brain would think you are the heir of Slytherin, you are obviously a Gryffindor .”

"Slytherin?" Harry asked in a daze.

"Salazar Slytherin," Draco said. "Pure-blood children know this legend. When Slytherin founded the school, he built a secret room in Hogwarts. He advocated the concept of pure-blood. The legend has come at the right time." , his heir will open the Chamber of Secrets and get rid of those who are not qualified to learn magic, such as mudbloods."

"Watch your words, Malfoy!" Ron glared at Draco angrily, Harry looked a little dazed, and Hermione just blinked, none of them knew that Mudblood was a very insulting title.

Draco glanced at Hermione: "I'm sorry, but maybe you really need to pay attention, Hermione."

"But Filch is a pure-blood, even though he is a squib." Al retorted Draco, "I think if the Chamber of Secrets is really opened and that monster is released, its attack must be indiscriminate, not only It's for Muggle-borns."

Draco snorted softly, noncommittal.

In the next period of time, the children's chats almost revolved around the secret room. It seems that not everyone is as clear-headed as Draco. At least half of the little wizards, even many Slytherins, think that Slytherin's The heir is Harry, who opened the Chamber of Secrets and killed Filch.

Although Filch was not likable, no one wanted to be petrified like him, and Harry was left out in the cold like never before, and almost all Muggle-born wizards walked around him.

Draco was furious at this. (Don't those wizards have brains as big as mung beans?)

In the evening, before curfew, Al asked George to meet in an empty classroom.

Al arrived in the classroom ahead of schedule and only lit an oil lamp. There were shadows in the classroom, and it seemed that the cold wind was blowing from nowhere. It was full of the atmosphere of a horror movie.Al shrunk his neck, and involuntarily took out the wand and held it in his hand.

After waiting for a while, Al suddenly heard a thin meow.

Looking around, Al saw Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, standing at his feet and looking at him.

In the past, seeing Mrs. Norris meant running away quickly, but now that Filch was lying lifeless in the hospital wing, Al suddenly followed his grief and tentatively reached out to Mrs. Norris.

Mrs. Norris arched her back vigilantly, but did not attack. Sensing that Al was not hostile, she relaxed and even rubbed her chin against Al's hand.

"It seems that she likes you." Suddenly, someone said.