The emergence of notepad also made Harry Hermione very interested, and they were curious about many things.

In the Gryffindor lounge, Hermione took the diary and looked closely, "It must have some hidden magic."

"If there is, it must have been hidden well," Ron said tremblingly. "Maybe it's shy, Harry, I think we'd better throw it away."

"Are you afraid of this notepad? I'm curious to know what it did to you. I wish I knew why someone tried to throw it away." Harry said.

"Look here!" Hermione pointed to the first page of the notepad, and on the first page, he identified a name from the stained ink - Riddle. "This name must be the owner of the notepad."

Ron approached carefully, "I know the name... Riddle won an award for his special contribution to the school 50 years ago."

"It could be anything," Ron said. "Maybe he got 30 Årocks or rescued a teacher from the mouth of a giant octopus. Maybe he murdered Myrtle, and that was a favor for everyone..."

"How did you know?" Harry said in surprise.

"Because in the non-smoking period, Felch asked me to wipe his shield-shaped badge more than fifty times," Ron said angrily, "It's the one that makes me snot full of badges. If you rub mucus on a name for an hour, you'll remember it."

Hermione said in surprise, "Then this is more in line with our guess. The Secret Room was opened fifty years ago, right?" That's what Myrtle said."

"Yes..." Ron said slowly.

"This diary has been around for 50 years," Hermione patted it excitedly.

"therefore?"

"Oh, Ron, wake up," Hermione said hurriedly. "We know that the person who knew the mystery of the Secret Room was fired fifty years ago. We also know that Riddle won the award for his special contribution to the school fifty years ago. So what if Riddle won the award for catching the descendants of Slytherin? His diary might tell us everything: Where is the Secret Room, how to open it, what kind of creature lives inside? The criminals behind this attack don't want these to be discovered, right?"

"It's a great theory, Hermione," said Ron. "There's only a tiny drawback. That's that nothing is written in the diary!"

"I just want to find out the evidence that Ron is the murderer and lock him up in Azkaban!" Pettier said, apparently she was worried about her sister being attacked.

"Ashi, do you know something about Riddle?" Hermione looked at Ashi, "I mean, you might know some stories about the secret room when it opened fifty years ago!"

Everyone turned their attention to Yaxi, and they seemed sure Yaxi would know. It seemed that Yaxi was a Baixiaosheng.

"Okay!" Yaxi sighed helplessly. He really couldn't bear to be stared at by Pettier's eyes. "Ridel won the award because he found the secret room opener!"

"The secret room opens?"

"Who is he!" Harry asked anxiously.

"You will definitely not believe it, it's Hagrid!" said Yaxi.

"No, it won't be Hagrid!"

"It can't be Hagg!"

Everyone was very surprised.

"This is the story at that time. As for the truth or falsehood, we can't tell the difference!" Yaxi said.

Early the next morning, Harry pulled Yashi, and the enthusiastic Hermione Pettier, and Ron, who was completely unconvinced, accompanied him to the prize room to see Riddle's special medal.

Riddle's shiny gold badge was placed in a corner cabinet, and there was no detailed reason for the issuance.

"It's also a good thing, otherwise it would be bigger, and I'm sure it's still going to be shining now," Ron said. However, they did find his name on an old magical medal and a list of top boys from the past.

"It sounds like Percy," Ron frowned his nose in disgust. "That's great, top boys—probably the head of every class."

"It seems like you're a bad thing," Hermione said in a slightly hurt tone.

The faint sunlight began to shine on Hogwarts again. The castle was more vibrant.

There have been no attacks since Justin and Headless Nick Pettier Jr. Professor Sprout happily announced that the Mandela grass became irritated, which showed that they were growing up very quickly.

"Their powder is ready and can be moved again." Sprout said to Felch friendly one afternoon.

"Then we can slice them and stew them. Soon Mrs. Loris will be cured."

Perhaps it was because of the descendants of Slytherin that they had lost their courage, and the whole school was so vigilant and suspicious that they would have to take risks to uncover the mystery of the secret room. Perhaps the monster, no matter what it was, had been dormant for another fifty years, and most students were guessing this way.

Gidro Lohart thought he had stopped the attack. He told Professor McGonagall this when Gryffindor was organizing a transformation show.

"I don't think there will be any more trouble, Mina," he gently touched his nose and blinked. "I think the mysterious room will be locked forever this time. The murderer must have known that it's only a matter of time before I start to take action against them. It's better to stop."

"You know, what the school needs now is a morale-boosting person. Clear out all the memories of the last semester! I can't say much now, but I think I happen to know this..."

He touched his nose again and walked away.

Lockhart’s idea of ​​a morale booster became clear during breakfast time from February to 14.

That day, all the walls were covered with large, gorgeous pink flowers. To make matters worse, heart-shaped colored paper hanging from the pale blue ceiling.

Ron sat at Gryffindor's table with disgust, while Hermione tried very hard to hold back her laughter, and Ash was already laughing.

"What are you doing?" asked them the belated Harry, who sat down and brushed the colored paper from his thighs.

Ron pointed to the stage with his finger, obviously disgusting and speechless. Lockhart, wearing a bright pink robe with these decorations, was waving his hands to ask for silence, and the teachers on both sides were standing stiffly. The muscles on Professor McGonagall's cheeks were slightly shaking. Snape looked as if someone had just forced him to drink a large cup of bone-supporting water.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Lockhart shouted. "I'm very grateful for sending the cards to 46 people so far! Yes, I set up a library and give you all a surprise - more than this one!!"

Lockhart clapped his hands and walked from the entrance hall to a group of angels with strong eyebrows. However, it was not the real angels. Lockhart asked them all to put golden wings on and hold the harp.

"I'm friendly Cupid with cards full of cupids!" Lockhart smiled, "They will be traveling around the school today to distribute lover cards to you! The fun doesn't stop there! I believe my colleagues also want to join this occasion. Let's see how Professor Snape made love medicine! Professor Fritt knows how to add torque than any wizard I've ever seen, this old slippery guy!"
Chapter completed!