It is not easy to collect the materials needed for Qilidel.

The main reason is that there are many things inside that are very valuable and cannot be easily obtained by Harry.

Fortunately, Harry's parents left him a considerable inheritance.

The 'Slug & Giggs Pharmacy' in Diagon Alley also has business connected with Gringotts. With an authorized signature, the goblins can withdraw money from the private vault and pay on their behalf.

After paying nearly 100 Galleons, one morning in February, an owl finally flew to Hogwarts.

It flew directly into the corridor and smashed a package onto Harry's head.

"ah--"

Harry cried out in pain.

Ron beside him helped him up and said:

"Perhaps you should complain to it so that the Owl Post Office will not give it dinner. But then again, what did it send you?"

Harry hugged the package tightly, shook his head and said:

"Nothing, just some gadgets."

After saying that, he hurried towards the auditorium.

Ron looked confused, while Hermione frowned and said:

"Have you noticed that Harry is getting weirder and weirder?"

"Yes, he has been unwilling to play wizard chess with me recently." Ron said seriously, "This is his favorite game besides Quidditch!"

Hermione glared at him and said:

"Are you stupid? I mean in other ways!"

"What are the other aspects? You can tell me in detail."

Hermione was speechless, leaving Ron behind and rushed directly into the auditorium.

Then, she was stunned.

I saw that the four walls of the auditorium were covered with big and dazzling pink flowers.

In addition, there are many heart-shaped confetti constantly falling from the light blue ceiling.

"How is this going?"

Hermione sat next to Harry and asked with a frown.

Harry said nothing, but pointed at the staff seat with a look of disgust.

There, Lockhart was waving his hand for everyone to be quiet.

He was wearing a bright pink robe that matched the decorations today. The teachers sitting opposite him all had serious faces. Hermione could see from where she sat that a muscle on Professor McGonagall's cheek bulged out.

stand up.

Snape looked as if someone had just poured him a large glass of hard liquor.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" Lockhart said loudly, "So far, forty-six people have sent me greeting cards, and I would like to express my gratitude to them! Yes, I took it upon myself to arrange this for everyone.

A little surprise!”

Lockhart clapped his hands and strode into twelve dwarves with gloomy faces through the doors leading to the foyer. And they were different from ordinary dwarfs. Lockhart had them all wear golden wings and carry their backs on their backs.

Playing the harp.

"My friendly little cupids with greeting cards!" Lockhart said beamingly, "They are going to be wandering around the school today delivering Valentine's Day cards to you! The fun doesn't stop there! I'm sure my colleagues

You are all welcome to join in! Why not ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make a love potion! If you are interested, Professor Flitwick is more proficient in enchanting magic than any wizard I have ever met. Then

A cunning old dog!"

Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands.

Judging from Snape's expression, it seemed that if anyone asked him for advice on how to make a love potion, they would be forced to pour poison.

Harry's face turned red.

He felt that there would definitely be trouble for him today.

In an event like this, Lockhart would definitely try his best to get him involved.

And it turned out that his hunch was quite correct.

Because the lunch break had just ended when a dwarf came to him.

"I have a musical message to deliver personally to Harry Potter."

Harry didn't say a word and just ran away.

But it's too late.

The dwarf plucked his harp and chanted:

"This is your Valentine's Day gift with a song: His eyes are as green as freshly pickled toads, and he is as black and handsome as a blackboard. I hope he is mine. He is really handsome and can conquer the Dark Lord.

warrior……"

Along with the dwarf's chanting, the auditorium burst into laughter.

The Slytherins laughed so loudly that Draco fell to the ground laughing, holding his stomach.

Even the Gryffindors couldn't help laughing.

Harry's face was turning red at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

He rushed out of the crowd regardless and ran directly outside the castle with him in his arms.

Ron and Hermione quickly followed.

However, when they chased them out of the castle, Harry was no longer in sight.

"He must have used an invisibility cloak!" Hermione said anxiously, "We should report to Professor McGonagall immediately, this is too dangerous!"

Ron waved his hand and said:

"To be honest, if I was the one who made a fool of myself in public just now, I probably wouldn't even want to live! So Hermione, let's just leave Harry alone. If he doesn't come back by night, I'll report it to the professor.

"

Hermione subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Ron said first:

"What's the use of finding Harry if you report it to the professor now? It will only make him embarrassed again! He will hate you to death!"

As soon as this was said, Hermione finally gave in and was dragged back to Hogwarts Castle by Ron.

However, not long after they retreated, Draco walked out of the hall again.

He did not give up like Ron and Hermione, but searched carefully on the snow.

Finally, a long series of inconspicuous footprints came into view.

Judging from the direction, it seems to lead to the Forbidden Forest.

Draco looked back at Hogwarts Castle behind him.

He had a hunch that Harry must be up to some conspiracy.

Maybe Harry is going to open the Chamber of Secrets!

Although his father asked him to stay out of the public eye, John gave him a stern warning not to get involved.

But he was still a little unwilling.

Moreover, if I just followed quietly to take a look, it shouldn't be anything serious, right?

With this thought in mind, Draco followed the footprints and ran towards the Forbidden Forest.

…

In the Forbidden Forest.

Harry had already melted large areas of ice and snow with blazing flames, and began to use various materials to carve ritual circles on the ground.

The whole process was extremely cumbersome, but Harry was extremely focused.

Recently, his life at Hogwarts could be described as a passing year.

The misunderstandings from his friends, the hatred and grooming from other college students all gave him the urge to go crazy.

And the message with music just now became the last straw for him.

Now, he no longer thinks about anything else.

I just want to fulfill Riddle’s last wish and complete the ceremony!

Finally, the last rune carving was completed.

Harry breathed a long sigh of relief, placed the diary in the center of the circle, and followed Riddle's previous instructions, biting his finger and letting blood drip on the page.

As the blood was absorbed, a dazzling layer of blood appeared on the diary.

The shadow of a young and handsome boy wearing Slytherin slowly floated out of the diary and smiled softly at Harry.
To be continued...