It took about twenty minutes to tell the story of "a young man who accidentally got an adventure."

When he was in school, he accidentally entered 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, and it was rumored that they called this mysterious room Feilai House, or the house that would be answered for any request." The diary read, "I got that part of the information from here - maybe it was hidden by a little wizard from me before."

Felix curled his lips and wrote in his diary: "So, you didn't find Slytherin's secret room, but another hidden room? Did you find Slytherin's research materials from the hidden room-the room with requests?"

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

Felix tapped his finger on the table and thought for a while, and he wrote in his diary: "Those research materials are still in the house? Haven't you taken them away?"

"I think - this is a property belonging to Hogwarts. Before I graduated, I placed them on a large cabinet with bubbles on the surface, like a big cupboard that was splashed with strong acid. It was easy to find. I remember that there was a five-legged monster with a foul smell inside the cabinet. There was also an ugly looking statue of a witch next to it." The diary reads.

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

Interesting, so interesting.

The dialogue between the two of them is like a complex game, full of lies and misleading, all depends on who is more clever.

Before this, Felix did not expect to get the hidden room of Slytherin's secret room from his diary. That was too unrealistic. It was completely equivalent to self-destructing his identity as the "heir to the secret room".

His purpose today is actually to try whether he can get one or two off-campus research data hiding points. This is also one of the possibilities he speculated, but the greater possibility is that Tom Riddle has destroyed all the data - this is the result he least wants to see.

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

It's worth his effort.

But Felix also had a premonition that since the diary chose to tell him, it means that it was not important information - at least not important to the Dark Lord.

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

"Hope so." The diary replied calmly.

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

The diary did not reply, the soul belonging to Tom Riddle inside it was about to explode.

Felix added, "Slytherin and Gryffindor are simply two extremes. Godric Gryffindor's own evaluation is much more positive, fair, brave, and just..."

The diary poured down a line of words in a disdainful tone: "That's just an illusion." He asked a sharp question, "Felix Hepp, guess, is it that Slytherin caused more killings, or is it that more life fell under the wand and long sword?"

Felix's expression was stunned.

The diary seemed to have anticipated his reaction, and a line of deliberately bold sentences appeared on the page. Just reading the text above can tell his ridiculous look, "Yes, yes, history has always been twisted - Gryffindor is a butcher, and there are more wizards who die in his hands than the other three founders combined."

At the end of this conversation, the diary did not hide its malice towards Gryffindor. "One sword and the other hand, stepping on the bones everywhere, made the name of the most outstanding duel of that era - this is Godric Gryffindor!"

...

Felix closed his diary and his expression became elusive.

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

Of course, Felix would not think that the diary was telling the truth, but he also didn't think that he would be full of lies. Judging from his tone and wording, it was still somewhat credible.

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

Ms. Grey.

This beautiful but usually very arrogant ghost of the Ravenclaw Academy has another name - Helena Ravenclaw.

She is the daughter of Royna Ravenclaw, one of the four founders of Hogwarts - this is a secret, and Felix also learned by chance through Bloodman Barrow.

The love-hate entanglement between these two people can simply write a vulgar romance novel.

Felix pondered. Although she was younger, she was considered to be of the same era as the four giants of Hogwarts, and she must know many secrets in the early days of Hogwarts' school.

On the other end, Harry was lying on the bed in the dormitory to toss and turns.

Whether it was the news that Malfoy had brought it into his mouth or Hermione mistakenly took the compound decoction with cat hair, he couldn't fall asleep.

After midnight, Harry fell asleep in a daze, but suddenly he felt something stepping on his stomach, making him breathe a little.

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

"Doby!"

Harry screamed in a low voice, and he glanced at the other roommates who 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 the words of Malfoy - they have always suspected that Draco Malfoy was the one who opened the secret room.

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

Her face was covered with black hair, her eyes turned yellow, and her two pointed long ears streaked out of her hair.

As Harry and Ron entered the ward, she was begging Mrs. Pomfrey to add a cloth curtain around her bed.

"Did you get any clues last night?" she asked in a low voice, lest Mrs. Pomfrey hear it.

"No." Harry said in frustration.

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

"What's going on?" Hermione asked with interest.

Ron explained, "We pretended to admire him very much - it was difficult, and Crab and Goll were usually stupid. We asked him if he knew something? But he jumped up and warned us to shut up or give us a good look. I was actually curious about this."

Hermione sighed, her long ears drooping down.

Harry looked around and whispered, "I have some gains. It was probably early in the morning last night, and the house elf named Dobby came to me again..."

"Last night?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, you fell asleep at that time." Harry shrugged.

"Harry," Ron frowned and said with insight: "I want to remind you that the elves are extremely loyal servants, and their obedience to their masters is almost engraved into their bones. I have never seen such, such as you said—"

He couldn't think of a proper description.

"He's really weird, but I think he respects me very much, yes, respect. He told me that danger still lingers over Hogwarts."

"What?" Ron had a little interest.
Chapter completed!