Hermione didn't understand why Professor Blaine showed that expression when he saw the manuscript of Professor Lockhart's unpublished new book... Could it be that Professor Lockhart's new book was not exciting and that Professor Blaine was disappointed? When Hermione walked into the mansion lounge through the Fat Lady's portrait, the doubts on her face had not yet been completely eliminated.
It was already very late now, and there was no one in the huge lounge. Only Harry and Ron were curled up on the soft sofa near the fireplace and dozing off. Needless to say, they were probably waiting for her.
How can life be lonely?
On the way to Harry and Ron, Hermione pursed her lips slightly as this thought flashed through her mind.
"Why haven't you two slept in the dormitory yet?"
Although she knew they were waiting for her, after walking in, Hermione still raised her delicate eyebrows with a proud expression on her face.
"Why else? Of course I'm worried that you'll be immersed in that pleasant job and forget about dinner!"
Harry and Ron, who were already snoring, were awakened by the sound. They rubbed their sleepy eyes, and Ron sat up with a dissatisfied grunt.
Hermione sat opposite him, looking at the coffee table full of food, with an imperceptible smile on her lips. Although she was not hungry, she felt warm in her heart.
At this time, Hermione noticed a black notebook underneath several slices of toast. Judging from the old cover, the notebook seemed to be quite old.
Ron, who noticed Hermione's gaze, shrugged his shoulders needlessly and gave Harry a look, signaling for him to explain.
"--In the afternoon, Ron and I were on our way back to the dormitory. When we passed by the second floor, we found Myrtle throwing a tantrum in the bathroom. Out of curiosity, we went in and took a look, and found this inside ...The owner of the notebook is Tom Riddle!”
Harry emphasized that he thought Hermione could understand what he wanted to express, "Ron thinks this thing may be dangerous and suggested that I throw it away."
"Throw it away?"
Hermione forgot about her fatigue and looked excited. She picked up the notebook and studied it carefully, "What nonsense are you talking about, Ron? There may be clues in it!"
"Then he hid the clues very cleverly," Ron said. "Maybe it's because he's too embarrassed to see people. I really don't understand what you can do with him, Harry."
"I'd love to know why someone would want to throw it away," Harry mused. "Also, I'd love to know how Riddle got the Special Contribution to Hogwarts award."
"There are many possibilities, Harry," Ron said in a nonchalant tone. "Maybe he got thirty OWL certificates, or rescued a teacher from the giant squid's claws. Maybe he murdered Myrtle." , then everyone must feel satisfied..."
All three of them knew that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened fifty years ago. A student died and the murderer was expelled. It was at that time that Riddle won the Special Contribution Award. It didn't take much imagination to figure it out. There must be some connection.
Hermione fiddled with the notebook for a long time, but couldn't get a word out of the blank page, and finally had to give up with regret.
"Perhaps, we should hand this over to Professor Blaine or Principal Dumbledore. Wizards like them will definitely be able to discover the secrets of the notebook."
Hermione frowned as she gave her own advice.
However, this reasonable proposal was unexpectedly strongly opposed by Harry.
"Not many people are talking about this in the school now, Hermione, I don't want to make a fuss anymore... If, I mean if, the heir comes out and continues to act again, I will ask you to hand this to Brian professor!"
In fact, this was just a rhetoric. Harry couldn't even explain to himself why he didn't throw away Riddle's diary. The actual situation was that in the next few days, even though he knew that the diary was empty, But I always take it out thoughtfully when no one is around, hoping to find something inside.
A new week has begun, and February has officially entered the second half of February. Recently, a hot topic in the school is that Professor Blaine suddenly became the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher without any warning. No matter where you go, you can... I heard the little wizards talking about the amazing skills he showed in the first and second grade classes, as well as the division of strength realms between wizards in the fifth, sixth and seventh grade classes. On the contrary, Amosta was there. Some of the methods taught in class to deal with dark wizards and dangerous creatures were rarely discussed.
In every college, there are young wizards who tell everyone categorically that a certain relative of theirs has the power of a "court wizard". It's like the magic world has returned to the ancient times. There are no two court wizards in the family to control the house, and they can't go out without going out. I'm embarrassed to say hello to people.
As for wizards at the 'saint' level, none of the little wizards dared to touch porcelain.
"Dumbledore is a saint, there is no doubt about it!"
Macmillan of Hufflepuff said categorically to Hannah Abbott, who was in the same house, as if he had confirmed with Principal Dumbledore and Professor Blaine,
"As for Professor Brain, I guess he is too..."
MacMillan said firmly, "Think about it, Hannah, ever since Professor Blaine came to Hogwarts as an investigator, the heir of Slytherin has never dared to come out again. I guess, He definitely doesn't have the confidence to deal with two 'Saints' at the same time!"
MacMillan's statement is even popular among young wizards. Due to the adjustment of classes, the third and fourth grade students only had Professor Blaine's class in person for the third week. As soon as classes started on Tuesday afternoon, the two brothers Fred and George were all smiles. asked,
"Professor Brain, are you a 'saint'?"
Amosta on the high platform stared at the two weirdos of the Weasley family with a half-smile, but he didn't expect to encounter the opportunity of 'revenge' so soon!
"So, Mr. Weasley, do you want to show us how to defeat a 'Saint'?"
Oh oh oh!
The auditorium suddenly erupted with roars like waves under a typhoon. In the Hufflepuff square, which was particularly fond of watching the excitement, Cedric Diggory, who was four years old, jumped on the table and shouted to the twins,
"Show everyone what you can do, Weasley!"
"Go up and show your skills, Fred, George, don't embarrass Gryffindor!"
There were also many people in Gryffindor House who booed. Angelina, Aaliyah and Katie laughed and patted the twins hard on the shoulders.
"This is definitely revenge, Fred!"
As the two tremblingly helped each other up to the stage, George gritted his teeth and whispered,
"Professor Brain definitely recognized us two in Hogsmeade last time!"
This duel ended much faster than everyone imagined.
As soon as they came on stage, before Professor Blaine could announce the start, the twins, who had a great understanding of each other, immediately ran in two directions, surrounding Amosta on the left and right after looking at each other.
"Are you ready, Fred!" George shouted.
"Get ready, brother!" Fred responded loudly with a determined look on his face.
Amosta watched with a smile as the two little bastards took out two big dung egg bags from under the wizard's robes, and suddenly waved their wands before they could take action!
Bang bang bang!
The scene of hundreds of big dung eggs exploding at the same time and the smell were particularly moving. Fred and George, with their faces covered in stinky juice, howled and threw themselves to the ground. They looked miserable as if they had been hit by the Cruciatus Curse!
"Let's die together, Professor!"
But unexpectedly, a moment later, the twin brothers got up from the ground at the same time. They glared at Professor Brain fiercely and charged at him with indomitable courage!
If he was frightened by such a little trick, then Amosta would have spent all these years in the underground world in vain.
He still had a smile on his face, and he shook his wrist in a leisurely manner, and a red ball of light as big as a Quaffle with red lightning attached came out from the tip of the staff with a tail flame and flew above his head.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Before Fred and George could rush closer than ten feet, the red ball of light above Professor Blaine's head suddenly exploded with brilliance. Dozens of red beams of light shot out in all directions. The Weasley brothers who were approaching at high speed each Everyone used their chests to resist at least two or three beams of light, and then rolled their eyes and fainted on the ground!
"The Coma Spell--Group Version..."
Amosta looked at the stunned little wizards below and said with a smile,
"Excuse me, which classmate can help carry them to the school hospital?"
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