I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 99 Tom Riddle

"Did you sleep well last night?" Hermione was a little absent-minded while eating breakfast.

"It's good. It's good to give up meditation occasionally and experience the feeling of sleeping." Orlando added pumpkin porridge to himself.

"What are you talking about? Meditation, does it have something to do with sleeping?" Harry asked puzzled.

"Secret, I can't tell you." Since Orlando told her these things, she felt that this was a secret between the two of them, and even the best friends could not share it.

"You two have been mysterious since you got together, and you can't be found at other times except in class." Ron was very dissatisfied with this.

"Sorry, Harry, Ron, some things involve the secrets of Orlando's teacher, so too many people should not know." Hermione still attaches great importance to these two friends, so as not to cause misunderstandings, she explained.

"It's okay, I just asked casually, oh, by the way, are you free later?" Harry thought of something, and said quickly.

"Are you free, what do you want us to do?" Orlando took the conversation.

"I picked up a strange diary, and I haven't figured out what it is, maybe you know."

"Then we'll go to the library after dinner."

"what is this?"

Hermione was about to take it, but Orlando took it.

"Hermione, don't touch magic items you don't understand casually."

Orlando took out the dragon leather glove from the no-mark pocket, took the diary from Harry, and opened it carefully.

"Isn't it possible, Orlando?" Monk Harry Zhang Er was puzzled.

"I can sense that this diary has strong soul fluctuations, so be careful."

"Soul wave? Is this a black magic item?" Hermione believed in Orlando's judgment.

"Most likely."

Orlando carefully flipped through the pages of the book, each page was completely blank, without any trace of writing. He tried to tear off a piece of paper, but found that the paper had protective magic, which could not be torn off or rotted.

"It's obviously an alchemy product, Harry, what did you find when you got this?"

Harry recalled, "We heard Filch's voice at the time and thought someone was being attacked, so we followed and hid in the corner to eavesdrop, and Ron heard it too." Ron nodded to indicate that it was so.

"Then we saw Filch mopping the floor where Mrs. Norris was attacked, and we waited for him to go around the corner, and we saw water pouring from Moaning Myrtle's bathroom door. Myrtle was seeping from under the seam, and Myrtle was crying from inside. Ron and I bravely walked in. The bathroom was dimly lit, and Myrtle was hiding in her usual toilet. There was a small, thin book lying on the toilet seat and I picked it up."

"I told Harry, don't just pick up magic items of unknown origin, but he just didn't listen." Ron couldn't help but complain.

"What happened next?" Orlando interrupted Ron directly.

"I was writing in this diary later, and he told me his name was Tom Riddle. Ron warned me to be wary of anything with thought, so I didn't dare to continue writing in it."

"Harry, Ron is right. No one knows whether this diary is a black magic item, so be cautious." Orlando agreed with Ron's approach.

"Wait." Ron suddenly remembered something, "I know this name. Tom Riddle won the school's special contribution award 50 years ago." He had already leaned over cautiously, pointing to the diary in front of Orlando and said.

"How did you know?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Because Filch gave me work detention and asked me to wipe his medals about fifty times," said Ron bitterly. Wipe them off. If you spend a full hour wiping the slime off a name, you'll remember it too."

"What a coincidence, Harry, did Malfoy say that the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets was opened 50 years ago?" Hermione asked.

"That's what he said."

Hermione was thoughtful, "This diary is also from 50 years ago, is there really such a coincidence?"

"What did you think of?" Harry didn't know why.

"You said that the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets last time was expelled 50 years ago, and now we know that Tom Riddle received the special contribution award to the school 50 years ago. So, will this Tom Riddle Awarded for capturing Slytherin's heir? Do you think that's possible?"

Orlando couldn't help admiring, Hermione's little brain was so easy to use, even if he had cheated, he had to applaud her deduction.

"So what?" Harry and Ron were confused.

"Stupid, since Tom Riddle was the one who captured the heir of Slytherin 50 years ago, let the diary he left tell us where the Chamber of Secrets is, how to open it, and what kind of animal is in it, we All problems will be solved immediately.”

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that." Harry patted his thigh.

"Excellent reasoning, Hermione," said Ron, "only one flaw, and he didn't write anything in his diary."

"Ron, you forgot, we have a student of a master alchemist here, and we are afraid that we will not be able to solve the secret of the diary."

Several people looked at Orlando one after another, and Orlando, who didn't want to get too involved in the plot, had no choice but to bite the bullet.

In order not to arouse their suspicion, Orlando first tried developing magic, and then tried soaking it in water and burning it with fire, but none of them worked.

"Why don't we go to the showroom and maybe we can find clues." Hermione suggested.

"I don't want to go, I've seen enough of the display there." Ron muttered.

"Then you stay here and read, let's go."

Hermione pulled Orlando to go first, and Harry imitated Orlando and shrugged and followed.

Tom Riddle's gold medal was tucked away in a display case in the corner.Hermione searched for it for a long time before finding it, and the medal did not detail why it was awarded to Riddle.Next to the medals, though, an old Good Conduct Medal and a list of former Head Boys, Hermione spotted Riddle's name.

"So this Tom Riddle is real? And he was the student council president of Hogwarts 50 years ago?" Harry said in disbelief.

"This is good news. At least he can be the president of the student union. This Tom Riddle should not be a bad person." Hermione nodded and said, in her opinion, no bad student can be the president of the student union. Where to go.

Hearing this, Orlando really wanted to complain, this is Voldemort, the biggest devil in this century, the big boss among the dark wizards, if you say he can't be bad, isn't that a slap in the face?

"Hermione, come here, we've wasted too much time here."

"Okay, let's go then."

(End of this chapter)