"Blood Curse Orcs...the curse passed down from generation to generation..."

The dim light illuminates the space in front of Sherlock's desk.

After finishing the second grade class in the morning, he began to prepare courseware for next week's snake black magic creatures. Except for giving another class to the fourth grade students in the afternoon, he stayed in the office to prepare materials for the other time.

Before she knew it, it was getting dark outside. Sherlock stood up from the seat and paced back and forth in the office to move his somewhat stiff body.

He didn't eat dinner and was in no mood to eat it.

Hogwarts' current situation is messy, although it is not caused by his own subjective will.

But the reason why it became such a mess was inseparable from his appearance.

Sherlock is not a hero who sacrifices himself, but he still doesn't want to escape the responsibilities he deserves.

When he traveled to this world, since he became a professor at Hogwarts instead of the original owner, he had to assume the obligations that the original owner should bear while enjoying the convenience that the original owner brought to him.

Protecting this school and protecting the children in this school are the obligations and responsibilities that he should bear.

Otherwise, to be honest, even if there was an accident in the storyline of his normal development, Hogwarts did not resolve the secret room incident and eventually closed the school.

That instead allows Sherlock to stay away from this place for granted.

But Sherlock felt that it was too low, and he asked himself that he couldn't afford to lose that person.

If you can't solve the troubles you create yourself, you will eventually run away in panic. You are simply a coward among cowards.

So Sherlock has always been very concerned about catching the Slytherin successor, and almost told Dumbledore all the clues he had learned when he watched a movie in his previous life.

But in this situation, those clues are obviously useless, and things are developing in an increasingly unknown direction.

Sherlock stood quietly in front of the window, looked at the dark mountains outside, and murmured to himself.

"It's completely deviated from the original book... It's so messy..."

And at the same time, in the common room in Gryffindor.

Harry, Ron and Hermione discussed here for a long time, but they didn't discuss any results.

"Forget it, let's go back to sleep. I will find clues after the incident of Slytherin's successor. Let's see who is more suspicious except Malfoy."

They separated in the common room, and Harry and Ron walked back to their dormitory together.

"Why haven't Neville and Semo been back yet?"

Seeing the empty dormitory, Harry asked in confusion.

Ron knew the reason.

"After dinner in the afternoon, I saw them being caught by Snape. Snape's face was very bad, as if something was wrong with the potion they made together in the last potion class. He was arrested and punished to deal with the potion materials."

Harry's face suddenly showed a silent expression for Neville and the others.

"I hope they can come back alive."

He sat on his bed tiredly. Before he had just lying down, he suddenly glanced at his desk from the corner of his eyes, and he didn't know when a dilapidated diary was released.

Harry sat up from the bed again, and he walked to his desk with a confused look on his face, picked up the diary, and asked Ron.

"Is this yours?"

Ron was attracted by his words, turned around and looked, shook his head and said.

"I haven't written a diary," he reminded, shrugging, "I advise you not to open it. There are many curses in the magic world that are released through books, just like the thirteen-line poems of the infamous witch."

But while he warned, Harry had already opened the diary.

The pages of the book are so old that they are yellowed and there are no words.

"This is just an ordinary book, not as terrifying as you said."

Ron was taking off his sweater and he was about to take a shower before the curfew.

"Okay, maybe you accidentally got someone else's notebook during class. Anyway, there was nothing written on it. I guess the person who threw it away would not look for it anymore. I'm going to take a bath, and I hope I won't be stopped by Felch when I come back."

After saying that, he hurriedly left the dormitory, and Harry was the only one left in the room.

He sat at the desk and continued to study the blank diary by himself.

Ron's speculation is obviously wrong, because Harry discovered that the date on which the diary cover had faded indicates that it was fifty years ago.

Moreover, there was not a single word in the diary. On the first page, he could only recognize a name written in vague ink: Tom Riddle.

Turning back further, there really wasn't a single letter.

Finally, Harry turned to the back cover and saw the name of a newspaper seller on Vaux Hall Road, London.

"Riddle must be a Muggle," Harry murmured to himself thoughtfully, "so he bought a diary on Vaux Hall Road..."

Harry studied the diary for a long time, but he didn't study it.

Then he yawned and returned to bed and lay down.

But after a long time, Ron, or Neville and the others came back, Harry sat at the desk bored again.

He took out a bottle of ink and dipped it in a quill, trying to write something in the blank diary.

However, his pen tip passed through the pages, leaving a trace of ink, but soon disappeared as if it was absorbed by a diary!

Harry's eyes widened.

He tried to pick up the ink bottle and drip the ink into his diary. The diary was like a dry sponge, absorbing all the ink that fell on it.

Just as Harry was stunned at this magical scene, a line of black words suddenly appeared on the originally blank page.

"Hello, don't pour ink anymore. You can write and communicate with me in your diary."

Harry was excited, and he felt as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

He picked up his quill and wrote in his diary.

"Hello, my name is Harry Potter."

The diary also gave a reply soon.

"Hello, Harry Potter, my name is Tom Riddle. How did you find my diary?"

The words also disappeared quickly, but after Harry began to write in a hurry.

"For some reason, it appeared on my desk."

"They want to throw me away, but fortunately I recorded my past events in a way that lasts more than ink. I always knew that there were always people who didn't want this diary to be read."

Harry was even more excited. He vaguely felt that Riddle in this diary must know about the secret room!

"What do you mean?"
Chapter completed!