Malfoy sat uneasily on the sofa.

Felix sat opposite him, first inviting a cup of hot cocoa to hand him, "Sweet food will make people feel happy." Then, he waved his wand, causing the black notebook to float up and landed on the small table between the two.

"Bang."

Malfoy couldn't help but tremble.

"It seems that your experience is extraordinary. Are you willing to talk about it?" Felix said in an encouraging tone.

"Diary...Professor," Malfoy spoke, his voice was hoarse, "I must ask for forgiveness...I think I made a mistake by accident."

Felix looked at him with light blue eyes, "Continue."

"Yes... it's Porter and the others!" Malfoy's breathing became rapid. "A few weeks ago, I found that they violated the ban, more than once! So I followed behind and found them hiding in Myrtle's territory, which was the girl's bathroom!"

"Myritan's territory..." Felix repeated his words.

"Yes, professor." Felix's reaction gave Malfoy confidence, and his nose turned slightly red. "They must be planning something! Porters and others always do this, repeatedly violating school rules, and don't have to be punished..."

It can be seen that he was very resentful about this and kept complaining about Porter.

"Everyone is responsible for his actions," Felix echoed his words.

"Yes, Professor Hepp, you are so fair... I want me to say that few people see through his true face. Porter is reckless and arrogant, and that Weasley is inseparable from him, like a—"

"Mr. Malfoy," Felix interrupted, "Let's go on to the topic just now."

"Okay, OK, Professor. Potter found me, I ran away in panic. By the time I went there later, they had cleared all the traces, but I found this..." His eyes fell on the black notebook.

"This is?"

"A diary is also a very terrifying black magic item!" Malfoy said quickly, with the expression on his face half disgust and half fear.

"I thought it was the one who left behind by Porter and the others, maybe someone's diary. But I found that it belonged to a man named Tom Riddle, a former senior at Slytherin. I could still talk to him, and he taught me a lot of things..."

Tom Riddle, the name...Felix's eyes became deeper.

"So, you're hiding its existence? I think the professors have emphasized more than once that don't believe in these things that hide their brains."

Malfoy lowered his head, and Felix could easily see his platinum hair.

"And then, Malfoy? According to you, it can be regarded as your good teacher and friend, and what is the reason that changes your attitude?"

Malfoy showed a memory: "In the first few days, everything was normal. But after that, things changed. I found that sometimes I would appear in inexplicable places. When I wanted to think, I always subconsciously forgot about this... Also, my robe, schoolbag, and lapel were covered with chicken feathers at some point, and I never touched those things!"

"Later today, I don't know why I appeared in the remote corridor on the fourth floor of the castle, and when I realized this, I saw Harry running away from me."

"I think," Malfoy lowered his voice, as if his previous words were prepared for this moment, "This is a trap for me..."

The office was in a quiet atmosphere.

Felix played with his wand, as if thinking about something. After a while, he leaned down and picked up the diary with his empty hand.

He roughly turned it over and except for the first page with the name "Tom Riddle" written in ink, the other pages were all blank.

Turning to the back cover, it was printed with the name of a newspaper seller on Vaux Hall Road, London.

"Mr. Malfoy," said Felix, "you mean, all this is what Porter and the others did?"

"There is such a possibility, the professor—" he said slowly.

"What about their purpose? Have you ever thought of another possibility, for example, this diary is related to the recent attack on the secret room?"

Malfoy's pale cheeks turned whiter, he stuttered, Professor Happ looked at him with light blue eyes, which made Malfoy feel that his little thoughts were seen through.

Subconsciously, he believed that this diary was related to the secret room.

He wanted to hand over the things to a reliable person, but he didn't want to cause trouble - God knew what he did when he was unconscious, and he must not let his father know about this, so he deliberately avoided Professor Snape, who he trusted more but had a closer relationship with his family.

As for whether it is related to Porter, he cannot be sure, but isn’t it normal to cause some trouble for Porter?

"Professor...I don't know, I don't have any memory of this." He said sly.

"No matter what-" Felix glanced at him, "You made a wise choice. Slytheringer was a 50-minute limit, which is the limit I could do. Maybe we can go to Principal Dumbledore together..."

"No, no, professor." Malfoy said hurriedly, and he stood up, "I only have one request, can I keep it a secret?"

"Confidential?"

"I mean, it's better not to mention my existence or tell me about my family before finding out the truth, as this will have an impact on the reputation of the Malfoy family."

Felix looked at him, "Yes." He said.

"Thank you, professor. If nothing else, I'll leave first."

After Felix's permission, he quickly left.

In the office, Felix looked at the diary quietly, tapping his fingers on the armrest of the chair.

"Ka, da."

His perspective changed. In the black and white world, there was a dark aura that was deeper than ink before him. He looked at it carefully, but he had nothing but darkness itself.

Felix came to the workbench and thought about it. He took out his quill and dripped a drop of ink on his diary.

A stain appeared on the page.

He waited quietly, but - nothing happened.

Felix: "..." Is it because my operation is wrong, or is it that Malfoy didn't explain it clearly?

He took out his wand and pointed at the page spread out in his diary—

"Show the secret!"

"Show up in a hurry!"

"Magic Tracking!"

“Status feedback!”

After a series of attempts, the diary did not respond and lay there quietly.

This thing in front of me definitely uses extremely secret production methods.

Even he couldn't find out the problem for a while.

Voldemort, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, has this ability? If he talks about the category of black magic, he dare not make a rash judgment, but the magical creature...

Why should he surpass me?

Felix fell into deep thoughts, his fingers kept tapping on the tabletop of the workbench, and the silent office made a "da, da" sound.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally stopped.

Felix's light blue eyes became particularly bright, and he thought of a possibility, one that made him tremble all over his body-

Voldemort was the heir to the secret room left by Slytherin, and is likely to be a descendant of one of his descendants. Therefore, Voldemort opened the secret room in a serpentant accent when he was in school at Hogwarts.

What will be in the secret room?

Is it just a snake monster that has survived for thousands of years?

This is also a waste, but if you change your thinking, maybe it is protecting something.
Chapter completed!