Felix tried to deduce the scene from fifty years ago—

A smart, cautious and ambitious young wizard accidentally heard the legend of Slytherin after entering Hogwarts. He was so smart that he would definitely find that the two had the same magical talent - the Snake accent, which almost meant that the two had a de facto blood relationship.

He must have been very excited, and in his veins, the same blood as the noble Slytherin was flowing.

There is no doubt that he would try to find the secret room left by his ancestors, which might take several years, but with his wisdom, perhaps with the help of some snakes... In short, he succeeded.

As a descendant of Slytherin, he became the new owner of the Basilkin.

He naturally inherited everything there. For example, a deeper hidden room filled with various taboo materials from Slytherin.

Slytherin was particularly good at bloodline research and also mastered many powerful ancient magic. The most important thing is that in that era, black magic was prevalent, and Slytherin never shy away from studying and using these black magic...

The young wizard received the gift from his ancestors, and he secretly digested all this, deepened his magical realm, and his ambitions expanded. Until he was rejected by Dumbledore, he formed a army of Death Eaters and became the terrifying dark king.

...

‘Will all this be true? Maybe it’s just my guess?’ Felix’s eyes seemed to penetrate time and see the rise of the second generation of Dark King.

He stared at the diary motionlessly, like a quiet oil painting in the quiet night.

Who doesn’t want research materials for a master-level legendary wizard that connects the past and the future?

‘It’s worth my attempt at a possibility alone.’

‘I’m afraid that Voldemort will take it away or destroy this information, it will be difficult to deal with it.’

Felix already had plans in his mind.

‘The first step is to communicate, but the Horcrux actually pretended to be dead…’

After thinking about it, Felix quickly constructed a small piece of memory and emotion in his mind.

In his new memory, he is still a talented wizard who has achieved outstanding achievements at a young age, but the difference is that he has extreme conceit and arrogance and has no doubt that he can control this mysterious diary...

‘The art of lies is the truth and one false. I just need to let him misjudgment on my character and make him think I can use it for him.’ Felix thought.

He opened the diary, picked up a quill and covered it with ink, and wrote a line of words passionately on it.

"The evil existence reveals your secret, otherwise I can only destroy you completely!"

After thinking about it, his emotions were in place, but the information he revealed was not attractive enough, so he imitated Lockhart's tone and added another sentence-

"I, Felix Hepp, Hogwarts's best graduate in a century, published three magic books and kept in contact with hundreds of famous wizards - but I didn't talk about that, and I didn't get Dumbledore's invitation to serve with powerful connections."

He stopped the pen, one second, two seconds...

A very obscure mindfulness swept over, and this consciousness did not forcibly break through his memory and read the false information in it wantonly, but just wandered around the outside and captured his emotions.

This made Felix look at him with admiration.

Because this is also the practice of many masters of God-taking and memorization. They rarely enter other people's minds and review memories. Instead, they perceive the other person's current emotions and supplement them with their own rich experience, so that they can obtain the information they want without realizing it.

Under Felix's gaze, the ink traces on the diary were absorbed.

He waited patiently, and sure enough, a line of text appeared on the diary.

"Hello, Felix Happ."

This line of text stayed for a few seconds, disappeared quickly, and a new line of handwriting appeared-

"I'm not a black magic item. The little wizard misunderstood me. There is someone else who really opened the secret room."

Felix curled the corners of his mouth and he simply wrote "Who is it?"

"I can take you to see."

A dazzling white light surged out of the diary, and Felix felt his body being pulled, as if he was about to fall into it in the next second.

He quickly closed the diary.

"Bang!"

After pausing for a few seconds, he opened the diary again.

The soul in the diary was a little stunned, and he slowly raised a question mark.

Felix wrote on it: "Don't think I am those unreliable little wizards. I am a genius Slytherin and will not be fooled by you easily!"

After pausing for more than ten seconds, a line of text appeared again in the diary.

"You are indeed cautious enough, Felix Hepp, but I am not really a black magic item. I graduated from Slytherin like you, and to some extent, I am your senior. Fifty years ago, I caught the murderer who opened the secret room."

Felix smiled with satisfaction, which was exactly what he wanted to give the Horcrux, an image of a arrogant but smart enough Slytherin.

So, don't try to fool him with some low-end goods.

Next, it took nearly half an hour to write down thousands of words without getting tired of explaining the incident fifty years ago.

As the handwriting on the diary became more and more faded, Felix thoughtfully dripped a few drops of ink.

"The murderer who opened the secret room was Rube Hager." The final diary concluded.

"Then how do you explain how you control the little wizard in the school?" Felix asked a sharp question.

A large paragraph of text quickly appeared on the page of the diary.

"The secret room was reopened..."

"Ruber Hager was not locked up in Azka class. He was still in school as a guard for Forbidden Forest. The danger never disappeared. As I expected, there was finally something wrong this year. I tried to issue an early warning, but the little wizard named Draco Malfoy was not interested in it. Instead, he was more willing to watch the fun. I had to control him and try to find out the evidence of Hager's guilt."

The diary wrote in an emotional tone, "Even if I am just a memory, my determination to maintain Hogwarts has not changed. I am still a member of Hogwarts and have an obligation to prevent it from happening."

"How do you prove what you say?" Felix wrote in his diary.

"I came from a Muggle Orphanage, unlike those pure blood families, their arrogance is soaked in my heart. You can go to the Hogwarts prize showroom, where my trophy should be there."

"It sounds like it's true," Felix wrote, but under the brain closure surgery, he couldn't help but curse, you've scanned me for seventeen times, really think I can't find it?

"Because all this is true, you can investigate it, but time is tight and the next attack may happen at any time. My advice is to write a letter to the Ministry of Magic in secret and let them take Rube Hager away for the time being."

"You want me to sue?" Felix wrote "angrily."

"No, it's just an experiment. Believe me, as long as he is taken away, the attack will stop immediately." A line of tempting words appeared in the diary, "When it's all over, you stand up and enjoy the honor you deserve, I think, a medal from the Order of Sir Merlin - in the name of the warriors who ended the attack in the secret room!"

"But please keep it a secret for me for the time being. There are people in the school to protect Hagrid. If he finds out my existence, he will use me as a scapegoat without hesitation. This is my only request. When everything is revealed, you can do whatever you want."

Felix paused for a moment and wrote on it: "I will think about it."

He then took out a delicate box from his suitcase in the corner of the office and put his diary in.

The complex magical patterns flashed away.

After completely isolating the diary from the outside world, Felix recalled the verbal confrontation just now in the quiet office, and sincerely praised—
Chapter completed!