Section 1

Harry, Ron, Ginny and Lockhart stood at the door, covered in mud and mucus. For a moment, there was silence all over the place. Suddenly, a scream—"Ginny!"

It was Mrs. Weasley, who had just been sitting in front of the fire and cried. She jumped up suddenly, followed by Mr. Weasley, and both of them stretched out their arms at the same time and hugged their baby daughter.

Harry's eyes passed over them and looked into the room. Professor Dumbledore smiled and stood in front of the mantel. Next to him was Professor McGonagall. She grabbed her chest with her hands and sucked the air conditioner. Fox flew over Harry's ear and landed on Dumbledore's shoulder. At this moment, Harry found himself and Ron tightly held in his arms by Mrs. Weasley.

"You saved her! You saved her! How did you do it?"

"This is what we all want to know." Professor McGonag said weakly. Mrs. Weasley let go of Harry. Harry hesitated for a moment, walked to the desk, put the branch hat, the silver sword inlaid with rubies, and Riddle's Japanese book, all on the table. Then he began to tell them the whole thing. He talked about for about a quarter of an hour, and everyone was very attentive, and the room was silent. He said that he always heard the bodyless, wandering voice. Hermione tried his best to finally find that what he knew was the sound of a snake monster lurking in the water pipe; he also said that he and Ron had followed the spider into the forbidden forest, and Aragork told them where the last victim of the basilisk was killed, so he guessed that the crying Myrtle was the victim, and the entrance of the secret room was probably in her bathroom...

"Very good," he paused, Professor McGonagh encouraged him to continue, "so you found where the entrance is-I have to add that you have violated more than a hundred school rules along the way-but how did you escape from there, Potter?"

So Harry continued to say that his voice was hoarse because he kept talking. He told them how Fox and Sauron arrived in time and how the division hat would give him a sword. But then, his voice became hesitant. He had avoided mentioning Riddle's diary before - mentioning Ginny. At this moment, Ginny was standing there, leaning her head against Mrs. Weasley's shoulder, tears still rolling silently down her cheeks. What if they fired her? Harry thought nervously. Sauron said Riddle's diary had failed... How could they prove that those things were forced by Riddle to do? Harry instinctively turned his eyes to Dumbledore, and the principal smiled faintly, and the flames flashed rapidly on his half-moon glasses.

"What I'm most interested in," Dumbledore said gently, "how did Voldemort confuse Ginny because according to my sources, he is currently hiding in the forests of Albania."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief-Dadi, feeling relieved, feeling a sense of relief all over his body, and his heart was warm.

"What--what?" Mrs. Weasley said in a shocked voice, "Mysterious? Confusing Ginny? But Ginny isn't... Ginny doesn't... right?"

"It's all this diary at work," Harry said quickly, grabbing the diary and showing it to Dumbledore, "it was written by Riddle when he was sixteen."

Dumbledore took the diary from Harry, his eyes shot down from his long hooked nose, staring at the pages intently. Then, he closed his eyes and placed his hand on the diary, and after a moment, he opened his eyes.

"It's amazing," he said softly, "needless to say, he could probably be said to be the best student ever. Perhaps the best student ever." He turned around and looked at the Weasleys, both of them seemed very confused.

"Seldom know that Voldemort used to be Tom Riddle. Fifty years ago, I taught him personally at Hogwarts. He disappeared after leaving school... Traveling around, his footprints all over the world... Going deeper and deeper in the quagmire of black magic, mingling with the most evil guy in the wizarding world, after many dangerous magical transformations, finally reappearing as Voldemort, and it is difficult for people to recognize him. Almost no one associates Voldemort with the smart, handsome president of the boys' student union who had studied here."

"But what about Ginny?" said Mrs. Weasley. "What does our Ginny have to do with him?"

"His day-diary!" Ginny sobbed, "I've been writing on it for a whole year, and he's constantly writing back to me-"

"Ginny!" Mr. Weasley said in amazement, "Have I taught you? How did I tell you all the time? Never believe anything that can think independently unless you see clearly where it hides your mind. Why didn't you show me or your mother the diary? Such a suspicious thing is obviously full of black magic magic!"

"I-I don't know," Ginny was still crying sadly, "I found it in a book my mom gave me. I-I thought someone had caught it there and forgot one."

"Miss Weasley should go to the school hospital right away," Dumbledore interrupted without saying a word, "It was a painful torture for her. The school would not punish her. Many wizards older than her and more resourceful than her were blinded by Voldemort." He strode to the door and opened it. "Stay in bed, maybe, and drink another big cup of steaming chocolate milk, which I always think is good for improving my mood." He said, blinking at Ginny kindly, "You will find that Mrs. Pomfrey is not sleeping yet. She was just distributing Mandela herbs--I dare say, the victims of the Snake Monster may wake up at any time."

"So, Hermione is fine!" Ron said happily.

"No lasting damage was done," Dumbledore said.

Mrs. Weasley took Ginny out, and Mr. Weasley followed behind, still looking very badly.

"Do you know, Minerva," said Professor Dumbledore thoughtfully to Professor McGonagall, "I think these things are worth a banquet to celebrate. Can I ask you to inform the kitchen?"

"Okay," said Mrs. McGrath simply, and also set out to walk towards the door, "Porter and Weasley will be left to you, right?"

"Of course." Dumbledore said.

She left, Harry and Ron stared at Dumbledore uneasyly. What did Professor McGonagall mean? Deal with them? Should they not be punished? "I remember I seemed to tell you both that if you violate school rules again, I would have to fire you." Dumbledore said.

Ron opened his mouth wide in horror.

"That means that even the best among us can sometimes be left alone." Dumbledore continued with a smile, "You both have won the Special Contribution Award to the School, and - let me think about it - by the way, you each won two hundred points for Gryffindor." Ron's face suddenly turned bright pink, like the Valentine's Day flowers that Lockhart gave everyone, and his mouth closed. "But one of us has always maintained a stunning silence for this thrilling adventure." Dumbledore said, "Why are you so humble, Gidro?"

Harry was shocked. He completely forgot Lockhart. He turned around and saw Lockhart standing in a corner of the room, still with that ambiguous smile on his face. When Dumbledore asked him a question, Lockhart turned his head to see who Dumbledore was talking to.

"Professor Dumbledore," Ron said quickly, "An accident happened in the secret room below. Professor Lockhart--" "What, I am a professor?" Lockhart said in a little surprised, "Oh my God, I thought I would not have much success!" "He wanted to cast a forgetting spell, but the wand was fired backwards." Ron explained to Dumbledore in a low voice.

"My God," Dumbledore said, shook his head, his long, silver-white beard trembling slightly, "Gidro, have you been stabbed by your own sword?"

"Sword?" Lockhart said in confusion, "I don't have a sword. That boy has a sword," he pointed at Harry, "He will lend you one."

"Lucky, can you send Professor Lockhart to the hospital?" Dumbledore said to Ron, "I want to talk to Harry for a few more words..." Lockhart walked out with a light step. When Ron closed the door, he turned around and looked at Dumbledore and Harry curiously. Dumbledore walked towards a chair beside the fire. "Sit down, Harry." He said. Harry sat down, feeling nervous in his heart.

"First of all, Harry, I want to thank you," Dumbledore said, his eyes flashing again, "You must have shown absolute loyalty to me in the secret room below. Only this loyalty can summon Fox to you."

The phoenix had already fluttered to Dumbledore's knees, and he gently stroked it. Harry smiled unnaturally under Dumbledore's gaze.

"So you met Tom Riddle," Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "I can imagine that what he is most interested in is you..." Suddenly, something that has been bothering Harry came out of his mouth. "Professor Dumbledore... Riddle said that Sauron and I look very much like him. There are some strange similarities, he said..."

"That's what he said?" Dumbledore said, looking at Harry with his eyes under his thick silver eyebrows in thought, "What do you think, Harry?"

"I'm not like him!" said Harry, who didn't want to speak in such a loud voice, "I mean, I-I'm in Gryffindor, I'm..." But he was silent, and a trace of doubt came back in his mind. "Professor," he said a moment later, "the division hat told me that I would be excellent in Slytherin.

For a while, everyone thought I was the heir of Slytherin... because I could speak the snake accent."

"Harry, you'll say the serpent," Dumbledore said calmly, "because Voldemort would say the serpentent. He was the last heir of Salazar Slytherin. If I'm not mistaken, he transferred some of his own spells to you the night he left you scars. He didn't do this on purpose, I'm sure..."

"Voldemort transferred part of himself into my body?" Harry was stunned in surprise.

"Obviously that's the case."

"So I should be in Slytherin," Harry stared at Dumbledore's face in despair, "The Sorting Hat may have seen some of Slytherin's skills in me, and it's..."

"Put you in Gryffindor," Dumbledore said unhurriedly, "Listen to me, Harry. You happen to have many of the qualities that Salazar Slytherin values ​​in his careful selection of students. Some of his rare talents, serpentine, resourceful, strong willful, and some kind of contempt for laws and regulations." He said, his silver-white beard shook slightly again, "but the branch hat put you in Gryffindor, do you know why this is happening? Think about it."

"It put me in Gryffindor," Ha said in a disheartened tone, "is that I offered not to go to Slytherin..."

"That's right," Dumbledore said, with a smile on his face. "This makes you very different from Tom Riddle. Harry, showing our true self is our own choice, which is more important than the ability we have." Harry sat motionless in the chair, completely stunned. "Harry, if you still need evidence and be sure that you really belong to Gryffindor, I suggest you take a closer look at this."

Dumbledore leaned over and picked up the silver sword from Professor McGonagall's desk and handed it to Harry. Harry turned it over blankly, and the ruby ​​shone brightly under the light of the fire. Then he saw it, and there was a name engraved near the hilt of the sword: Godric Gryffindor.

"Only the real Gryffindor can pull it out of the hat, Harry." Dumbledore said simply. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

"What about Sauron?" Harry asked suddenly, and he said with some concern, "Does he have the power of Voldemort? He is in Slytherin, powerful, and..." Harry wanted to say coldness. Thinking of falling alleys and thinking of Soren's way of dealing with Dobby in the school hospital, Harry hesitated, thinking that this would make Dumbledore misunderstand Soren.

Dumbledore stared at Harry for a moment, sighed and said, "Harry, there are many things he doesn't want you to know about Sauron. I know what you want to say," Dumbledore sat back in his chair, with his hands on his chest, "He is wise, calm, longing for strength, and - cruel and ruthless, just like Voldemort back then."

Harry couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

"But this is not because of Voldemort's power," Dumbledore shook his head. "If it really has anything to do with Voldemort, it should be said that Sauron was carrying the same hatred as Voldemort - hating the misfortune imposed on this world and his incompetence, so he was able to seek strength so persistently and crazily. Fortunately, Sauron still has what he cherished, but Voldemort had nothing."

After hearing this, Harry was confused, for a long time, "You mean, Sauron is not as evil as Voldemort, right?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry, his green eyes were clear and transparent, just like when he was a child. Once upon a time, Sauron also had such eyes. Who would have thought that after that night, it would turn into golden eyes like a blade.

"Fate..." Dumbledore couldn't help but whisper, and then he smiled, "Of course not. Remember, Harry, if there is a person in this world that Sauron would not hurt, then it is you."

Then Dumbledore opened a drawer at Professor McGonagall's desk and took out a quill and a bottle of ink.

"Harry, what you need now is to eat and have a good sleep. I suggest you go down to the banquet, and I will write a letter to Azkaban here--our hunting guards should be back. I will also draft a job advertisement to be published in the Daily Prophet," he said thoughtfully, "We need a new teacher to teach the Black Magic Defense Class. Oh my God, the teachers of this class are consumed so quickly, right?"

Harry stood up and walked towards the door. As soon as he held the door handle, the door suddenly opened.

Lucius Malfoy stood there, his expression as indifferent as ever. The one who followed him tremblingly was Dobby, with bandages wrapped around him.

"Good evening, Lucius," Dumbledore said with a pleasant look.

Malfoy walked straight into the room, his eyes swept over Harry, his pupils shrank, but then he relaxed again. Dobby followed behind in panic, bent over his back, staring at the seam behind his master's robe, with desperate and helpless fear on his face.

"Okay!" Luciusmal stared at Dumbledore calmly and said, "You are back. The board of directors has suspended your position, but you still return to Hogwarts on your own."

"Oh, that's it, Lucius," Dumbledore said, "Today, the eleven other directors were in touch with me. To be honest, the owls flew over one after another, as if there was a hail. They heard that Arthur Weasley's daughter was killed and wanted me to arrive here immediately. They seemed to think that after a long time, I was the best fit for the job. They also told me some strange stories. Some of them seemed to think that you had threatened to curse their family if they did not agree to suspend my position.

Lucius snorted.

"So--have you stopped those attacks?" he asked. "Have you caught the murderer?"

"We caught it." Dumbledore replied with a smile.

"Oh?" asked Mr. Malfoy, "Who is it?"

"It's still the last time, Lucius," Dumbledore said, "but Voldemort was active this time through another person. With his diary."

He raised the little black book and looked at Lucius calmly. Harry looked at Dobby, not noticing the relaxed relief flashing on Lucius's face.

Dobby's behavior was very strange. His two eyes, big light bulbs, stared at Harry meaningfully, and pointed at the diary, then pointed at Mr. Malfoy, and then hit his head with a fierce fist.

"So that's what it is..." Mr. Malfoy said slowly to Dumbledore, his tone was relaxed.

"A clever plan," Dumbledore said in a calm tone, still staring into Mr. Malfoy's eyes, "If this Harry——"——Mr. Malfoy quickly swept Harry with a weird look——" and his friend Ron did not find this diary. Oh——Ginny, Weasley might be on the blame. No one can prove that she did not act according to her will..."

Lucius said nothing, showing an angry expression.

"Imagine," Dumbledore continued, "what would happen that way... The Weasleys are one of the most prestigious families of pure wizard blood. Imagine what impact would this have on Weasley and his Muggle Protection Act if people found out that Arthur Weasley's biological daughter was attacking and murdering people from Muggle-born. Fortunately, this diary was discovered and Riddle's memory was also erased from it. Otherwise, who knows what the consequences would be..."

"What a blessing," Lucius said.

Dobby, who was huddled behind him, still pointed to the diary strangely, then pointed at Lucius, and then beat his head desperately. Harry suddenly understood. He nodded at Dobby, so Dobby retreated to the corner of the wall and grabbed his ear hard as punishment.

"Don't you want to know how Ginny got this diary, Mr. Malfoy?" said Harry.

Lucius Malfoy turned toward him. "How can I know how that stupid little girl got it?" he said.

"Because you gave it to her," said Harry. "In Lihen Bookstore, you picked up her transformed textbook and secretly stuffed the diary inside, right?"

Lucius raised his eyebrows, "Is there any evidence?" he said calmly.

"Oh, no one can provide evidence," Dumbledore said with a smile at Harry, "Now Riddle has disappeared from the book. In addition, Lucius, I want to give you a piece of advice, stop emitting the old things from Voldemort's school days. If these things fall into the hands of the innocent, at least Arthur Weasley will surely find out that they came out of you..."

Lucius snorted, then showed an angry expression, then turned to his house elf and said, "We're leaving, Dobby!"

He unscrewed the door, and the house elf ran over in a hurry. Lucius kicked him out of the door. When he walked to the door, he looked back, then closed the door hard, making a huge sound, which was probably heard in the whole corridor.

Harry stood there, feeling that Lucius was a little strange, not seeming to show much of the atmosphere of the conspiracy being destroyed. But Dobby's screams interrupted his thoughts from time to time.

"Professor Dumbledore," he said hurriedly, "can I return this diary to Mr. Malfoy?"

"Of course, Harry," said Dumbledore calmly, "but hurry up. Don't forget there is a banquet." Harry grabbed the diary and rushed out of the office. He heard Dobby's screams of pain around the corner, getting farther and farther away. While wondering in his heart whether the plan would work, Harry quickly took off one of his shoes, pulled off his sticky smelly socks, and stuffed the diary in. Then, he ran along the dark corridor.

Just as the two men were about to go down the stairs, he caught up with them.
To be continued...