Chapter 74： con man

It took about twenty minutes, and the diary told a story about "green youth, chance encounters".

When he was in school, he strayed into a room on the eighth floor of the castle. It was a huge storage room filled with the treasures of the little wizards of Hogwarts for thousands of years.

"I later inquired about it. According to rumors, they called this mysterious room Feilaiwu, or the room upon request." The diary wrote, "I got that part of the information from here—maybe it was a little wizard before me. Hidden."

Felix curled up his mouth. He wrote in his diary: "So, you didn't find Slytherin's secret room, but another hidden room? You found Slater in the hidden room-the responsive house. Lin's research materials?"

a few words quickly appeared in the diary, "That's it."

Felix tapped his fingers on the table and thought for a while. He wrote in his diary: "Those research materials are still in the room where they are requested? Didn't you take them away?"

"I think—this is the property of Hogwarts. Before I graduated, I put them behind a large cabinet with blisters and strong acid. It was easy to find. I remembered that there was something inside the cabinet. A stinking five-legged monster. Next to it is an ugly-looking wizard statue." The diary wrote.

Felix pursed his lips and tried his best not to laugh.

is interesting, it is really interesting.

The dialogue between the two of them is like a complicated game, full of lies and misleading, it all depends on who is better.

Before that, Felix didn't expect to be able to get the hidden room of the Slytherin Chamber from his diary. It was too unrealistic. It was completely equivalent to the identity of the self-destructed "Heir to the Chamber".

His purpose today is actually to try, whether he can fit one or two off-campus research data hiding places. This is also one of the possibilities he speculated, but it is more likely that Tom Riddle has destroyed all the data. ——This is the result he least wants to see.

Fortunately, the diary directly told him about the room on the eighth floor.

It's worth noting that he spent so much thought.

But Felix also had a hunch. Since the diary chose to tell him, it meant that it was not important information—at least not to the Dark Lord.

But he still happily replied in his diary, "Thank you, Tom, I will verify it. If I misunderstood you, I will apologize to you."

"I hope so." Diary replied calmly.

Felix wrote with some regret, “People don’t know what a glorious era Slytherin’s research results will create. That’s why he has always been the evil image of the dark wizard. Tom, you did something right. Thing."

There was no reply in the diary, and the soul belonging to Tom Riddle in it was about to explode.

And Felix added, "Slytherin and Gryffindor are two extremes. Godric Gryffindor himself has a much more positive evaluation, fair, brave, and just..."

The diary poured out the next line in a disdainful tone: "That's just an illusion." He asked a sharp question, "Felix Haip, you guessed it, Slytherin caused more killings, or fell in Granville. More lives under the Fendor wand and long sword?"

Felix's expression was startled.

The diary seemed to anticipate his reaction, and a line of deliberately bold sentences appeared on the page. Just reading the text above could tell his teasing, "Yes, yes, history has always been distorted— -Gryffindor is a butcher, more wizards died in his hands than the other three founders combined."

At the end of this conversation, the diary made no secret of its malice towards Gryffindor, "One hand a sword, one hand a magic wand, stepping on bones everywhere, and achieving the name of the best duelist of that era-this is Godric. Gryffindor!"

……

Felix closed his diary, his expression became elusive.

"Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor." He whispered the names of the former close friends.

Felix certainly does not think that the diary is all truthful, but he does not think that he will be full of lies. Judging from his tone and wording, he still has some credibility.

"I need a guide, preferably a witness at the time." Felix suddenly thought of a name.

Ms. Gray.

This beautiful, but usually very proud ghost of Ravenclaw College has another name-Helena Ravenclaw.

She is the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the four founders of Hogwarts-this is a secret, and Felix also accidentally learned about it through the blood man Barrow.

The love-hate entanglement between these two people can be written as a gaudy romance novel.

Felix pondered. Although she was younger, she was considered to be in the same era as the Big Four at Hogwarts, and she must know a lot of the secrets of Hogwarts' early days.

On the other side, Harry was lying on the bed in the dormitory tossing.

Whether it was the news from Malfoy, or Hermione mistakenly ingested the compound decoction with cat hair, he couldn't sleep.

After zero o'clock, Harry fell asleep in a daze, but he suddenly felt something stepping on his stomach, making him breathless.

He opened his eyes and saw a house elf with two big ears like bats. Its pair of protruding green eyes were the size of a tennis ball.

"More than!"

Harry screamed quietly, he glanced around, and several other roommates were still sleeping soundly.

……

The next day, Harry and Ron came to the school hospital early to visit Hermione.

Just last night, they took the compound decoction to prepare Malfoy's words-they had always suspected that Draco Malfoy was the one who opened the secret room.

But something went wrong in the middle. Hermione’s transformation object, Millison raised a cat, and she mistakenly used cat hair as Millison’s hair and threw it into the potion, which resulted in serious consequences.

Her face was covered with black hair, her eyes turned yellow, and two long pointed ears came out of her hair When Harry and Ron walked into the ward, she was begging Madam Pomfrey put a curtain around her bed.

"Did you get any clues last night?" she asked in a low voice so that Madam Pomfrey would not hear it.

"No," Harry said frustratedly.

"I'm definitely Malfoy," Ron said. "He didn't tell the truth. He was angry at us when we asked him about the secret room, right Harry?"

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked with interest.

Ron explained, "We pretended to admire him-it's hard to know that Crabbe and Gore are usually dumb. We asked him if he knew something? But he jumped. Get up and warn us to shut up or show us a good look. I'm actually curious about this."

Hermione sighed, her long ears drooping down.

Harry glanced around, and whispered, "I have a bit of a gain here. It was about early in the morning last night when the house elf named Dobby came to me again..."

"Last night?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, you were asleep." Harry shrugged.

"Harry," Ron frowned and said knowledgeably, "I want to remind you that house elves are extremely loyal servants, and their obedience to their masters is almost carved into the bones. I have never seen you like you. Said this, this—"

He couldn't think of a proper description.

Harry said: "He is really weird, but I think he respects me, yes, respect. He told me that the danger still looms over Hogwarts."

"And then?" Ron had a hint of interest.

"Then he hit his head against the railing desperately..." Harry said rather silently.