Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The three men were shocked, rushing up the steps and entering the dark foyer. Before the cages of Crabbe and Goyle were held, Avon and Harry threw the shoes there, dressed in socks and ran on the marble stairs, rushing into the third floor. Girls washroom.

Then they saw Ron standing in a panic.

"Ron, how are you here?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Mrs. Pomfrey said that I can go. She suggested that I go to the auditorium to attend the Christmas party with everyone, but I think I should come here to see you."

"So what did you see?" Evan eagerly asked, Justin was attacked, and the secret room was opened again while they were not in the bathroom.

"No, I just came back when you came in." Ron said, "How is the plan and the plan going?"

"Don't mention it, it's awful. Everything went smoothly. We even married Malfoy, but it was discovered by Snape. When I fled, I saw Justin being petrified. He lay. This was the third attack before the entrance to the basement mirror." Harry turned his head down.

"The third attack?!" Ron took a breath and looked even more frightened than the three of them. "Is it Malfoy..."

"I don't think it was him. He stayed with us in the Slytherin common room when the attack happened." Harry shook his head. "But it wasn't a complete waste of time, although I didn't figure out who launched these attacks, but We got some intelligence from Malfoy and it is a very important clue."

Harry and Ron and Hermione whispered, and Avon saw a ragged black cover book underneath Ron's cracked mirror.

His heart suddenly mentioned the eyes of the blind, his eyes wide open, his hands clenched his fists.

God, this shouldn't be Tom Riddle's diary!

He looked for this stuff in school for half a year, and when he was unable to do anything, when it was getting worse, it suddenly appeared in front of him.

Ai Wen stepped forward and tried to pick it up, but Ron suddenly extended an arm and pulled him.

"Avon, don't touch it, it can be dangerous!" Ron was scared.

"What is this?" Harry followed him and looked at the contents of the pool. "Don't be awkward, how can a book be dangerous?"

"You will be surprised when you say it!" Ron looked at the diary with fear. "My dad told me that some books confiscated by the Ministry of Magic, one of them will burn your eyes. Anyone who read " The book of the wizard's sonnet, you can only use five lines of oil to talk in your life. An old wizard in Bath has a book, you can never put it down at a glance! Wherever you go, face Buried in the book, I had to learn to do everything with one hand, and..."

"Well, I already understand what you mean." Ai Wen bowed around Ron and tried to pick up the diary.

"No, you don't understand!" Ron shouted loudly with a sharp voice. He saw the other three people staring at himself with surprise. He hurriedly lowered his voice. "Believe me, Evan, this thing is dangerous, we Still don't touch it."

"Be careful, it's really good, but we only have to look at it before we know what it is, isn't it?" Ai Wen took the diary.

As soon as he started, he was sure that this was Tom Riddle's diary, Voldemort's Horcrux.

He tried to calm his mood and flipped through the faded black cover. On the first page, a name written in obscure ink: Tom Riddle.

"Tom Riddle, who is this person?" Hermione frowned. "It’s strange, he is definitely not a Hogwarts student at school, but I have an impression of him, as if I saw the name somewhere. ""

"Tom Riddle won the school's special contribution award fifty years ago," Avon whispered.

"I remembered it, I saw it on the "Hogsworth's Chronicles of the Year", but I didn't say why he won the award," Hermione said.

"Whatever is possible, maybe he caught thirty owls or rescued a teacher from the giant claws of the big squid." Ron whispered. "I don't understand why we don't throw this away." It looks dirty."

"Fifty years ago, when the secret room was opened last time, maybe this diary has anything to do with the secret room." Ai Wen studied the diary in his hand.

"Really, show me!" Harry hurriedly took the diary and flipped it over. He looked disappointed and said, "There is no word written inside."

He turned the diary to the back cover and saw the name of a newspaper seller on Vauxhall Road in London.

"Ridel must be a Muggle," he said thoughtfully. "So he will buy a diary on Vauxhall Road."

"Well, anyway, this stuff doesn't do much to us," Ron said quickly. "Let me see it, or throw it here."

"No, I think Aiwen is very reasonable." Hermione squinted, which made her look like Professor McGonagall. "Think about it, since Riddle was a man fifty years ago, he is now It must not be in Hogwarts. Who brought this diary to school and why did you throw it away?"

"We know from Malfoy that the person who opened the secret room last time was fired fifty years ago, and this Tom Riddle just won the special contribution award for the school at that time. So, will Riddle be Was it winning because he caught the successor of Scotlin? His diary is likely to tell us everything: where is the secret room, how to open it, what kind of animal is inside. The one that made these attacks People, I don’t want this diary to be thrown everywhere, right?”

"Excellent reasoning." Ron said with a wrinkled nose. "There is only a bit of a fly in the ointment. Nothing is written in his diary."

"Maybe invisible ink!" Hermione took the magic trick from the bag on the side. She knocked the diary with her wand and said, "Hurry!"

No response, Hermione was not discouraged, and reached into her bag and pulled out something like a bright red rubber.

"This is a visible rubber, I got it in Diagonal Lane." She rubbed **** the first page of the date "January 1" and nothing happened.

"You won't find anything in it."

Ron said, "This Riddle got a diary for Christmas and was not happy to spend time on it."

"But..." Hermione said reluctantly.

"I have a strange familiarity with this Riddle. He seems to be a friend I have forgotten for a long time, but this is definitely ridiculous. I definitely didn't have any friends before coming to Hogwarts, let alone this Riddle is still a People fifty years ago," Harry said.

"That's just your illusion," Ron continued. "Just throw it here, think about it, when everyone else celebrates Christmas, we stay in a no-girl's washroom. A daze in front of a diary and nothing written."

"I think there must be something hidden inside, but we haven't found it yet." Ai Wen took the diary back.

"Okay, okay, since you all think so, I have an idea." Ron said in a low voice. "Ivan, give it to me, I will mail it to my father, he is dealing with it." An expert on this item."

"No, Ron!" Ai Wen shook his head and put the diary in his bag. "I think it's better to put it in my place. I recently saw a developing potion in the book, maybe Let it reveal a hidden secret."

I don't know if it is an illusion. In the dark candlelight mapping of the bathroom, Ivan found Ron's face as paler.