Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

Brian knocked on the door of Lockhart's office and saw him holding a fancy quill pen and writing something with his head buried in it.

"Professor Lockhart, let me return the book to you." Brian placed the old "Secret Book of Oblivion" on Lockhart's desk.

"Oh, put it there," Lockhart said casually.

"Resignation letter?" Brian looked at what he was writing and raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, Hogwarts is coming to an end, and Dumbledore has been driven away..." Lockhart said in an exaggerated tone, "I don't think this place can survive anymore."

"That's just right. I'm planning to tell you about that important thing about you." Brian smiled.

"Go ahead." Lockhart said casually, seemingly unconcerned.

"Dumbledore is a master of Legilimency, professor." Brian said slowly. He paused when he saw Lockhart move.

"I think with so many things happening in Hogwarts, he will definitely search everyone's mind carefully..." Brian said softly, "He must know about you."

"So...so what? Dumbledore has been suspended." Lockhart pretended to be calm.

"It's just for the time being, Professor. You don't think Dumbledore will really be driven away, do you?" Brian smiled, "He will come back eventually, and he should be very annoying... well, liar."

Lockhart shifted restlessly.

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts curse may be real, and I don't think Dumbledore would mind sending you to Azkaban at the end of the term, Professor."

"That's all I have to say, then, I'm leaving first, Professor Lockhart." Brian said with a smile, "I wish you good luck."

Lockhart sat blankly behind his desk, watching the door slowly close. His cheeks turned extremely pale.

He paused for a few seconds, then jumped up and started packing his things.

Brian closed the door with a meaningful smile on his face. He slowly turned around and left, put on Slytherin's anti-basilisk glasses, then walked through the corridor, went down the stairs, and found Harry and Harry near a corridor.

Harry ignored him, looking preoccupied. Ron glanced at him, burying his head in a thoughtful posture.

"Harry Potter." Brian called them.

"What?" Harry looked up at him, his emerald green eyes filled with worry.

"Has Dumbledore left?" Brian said softly.

"Yes, he was driven away by you." Harry said angrily.

"No, my father doesn't really want Dumbledore to leave either." Brian smiled.

"What's the matter with you, Foley?" Ron looked at him warily, "We're going to class."

"You are looking for the secret room, right?" Brian kept a calm smile.

"So what, everyone is looking for the secret room." Ron said impatiently. He blocked Harry intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was wary of Brian suddenly casting a spell on him.

"Yeah, I know. Including Christmas day..." Brian looked at the two little wizards who suddenly became nervous, "Polyjuice Potion, right?"

"You know!" Harry pushed Ron away and stared at Brian.

"That's right, your performance that day was full of loopholes..." Brian chuckled, "Probably just enough to trick Draco."

"Then what are you going to do? Deliberately laugh at us here?" Harry asked.

"No, I want to tell you something." Brian looked at him seriously with his black eyes, "I know you are very persistent in the secret room, and I can understand it. After all, people say you are the heir..."

Harry pursed his lips and stared at him angrily.

"Of course, I am also very curious about this, so I have been investigating..." Brian continued, "Now I have got some news, which makes me feel very regretful and ashamed..."

"The Chamber of Secrets...has something to do with you?" Harry looked at him straightly and put his right hand into his robe pocket.

"Yes, unfortunately it does have something to do with me..." Brian said with a distressed expression, "I originally wanted to go find Dumbledore, but my father just told me that Dumbledore was driven away..."

"So, I want to find someone who can possibly solve this matter, Potter." Brian said softly.

"Me?" Harry backed away.

"That's right, it's just you." Brian nodded and said helplessly, "You don't have to be so defensive about me, it wasn't me."

The two little wizards still looked at him very warily.

"Remember that day, I took away that diary, Potter?" Brian said suddenly.

"That time at Flourish and Blotts?" Harry said, "You really took something!"

"Yes, when I saw that diary for the first time, I felt very kind and wanted to get it." Brian sighed, "It seems that there is the most gorgeous and magical secret hidden in it, which makes my eyes tremble. Couldn't move it. So I took it from Ginny Weasley's cauldron."

"But Mrs. Weasley said she didn't buy the diary," Harry said.

"That may have been accidentally taken from Flourish and Blotts Bookstore after her book was knocked over that day." Brian said, "That's not the point."

"The point is, that diary is really an interesting thing. There is not a word in it, but it can communicate with me like a friend and help me solve my problems. He told me that it was a memory from fifty years ago."

"Fifty years ago?" Harry noticed this sensitive time point.

"That's right, fifty years ago. The owner of the diary is named T.M. Riddle." Brian said softly.

"The person you were talking about who captured Hagrid fifty years ago?" Harry recalled for a moment and blurted out.

At this time, the class bell rang, but they had no intention of going to class.

"Yes, that's him." Brian said with emotion, "You know? Tom is a very interesting friend. He is considerate, knowledgeable, elegant and polite, which makes me feel that I have finally found a true soulmate..."

"He understands me so well and makes me feel like I'm no longer alone..." Brian said softly.

Harry and Ron listened quietly, and Harry felt that his heart was being clenched, as if he was about to touch some terrible secret.

"But it was at that time that things started to go wrong." Brian pushed up his glasses and said.

"What's wrong?" Harry stepped in, looking a little nervous.

"Probably since the day of the first Quidditch training. I remember we had a bit of trouble that day." Brian glanced at Ron.

"Hmph." Ron turned his head away, but still listened carefully with his ears tilted.

"From that day on, I was always drowsy and mentally exhausted. Tom comforted me and said that I was just too tired." Brian said with a deep look, "I originally thought so. Until that day, I was in the common room I fell asleep, but when I woke up the next day, I was lying in my dormitory.”

"I don't have any memory of what happened in the middle."

"This has never happened before, and I don't think it's a trivial matter, Potter. All the education I've received tells me that this kind of situation requires special vigilance." Brian spoke softly.

"I thought about all the things I had done before, but there was nothing suspicious. All the doubts pointed to Tom's diary." Brian showed a self-deprecating smile, "Yeah, everyone and the book are telling me I, must be wary of thinking things, unless you can find where his brain is hidden. But I ignored it intentionally or unintentionally, and was deeply fascinated by Tom."

"Then what did you do?" Harry breathlessly asked.

"I found that it was unreliable and I didn't dare to carry it with me anymore, so I hid it in an abandoned utility room. I planned to stay away from it first and look for information." Brian said softly, "But then I Found it missing.”

"Missing?" Harry's voice asked.

"Yes. Maybe it was picked up by someone." Brian said distressedly.

"I didn't pay attention at first, but I breathed a sigh of relief." Brian said, "That thing made me feel a little evil. Of course, I'm not sure it's because of it, so I couldn't tell the professors. You know, that's ridiculous. ”

"Until the secret room was opened and someone was attacked, I didn't connect the two things."

"Until I discovered when I was investigating the secret room..." Brian paused, "The secret room was opened fifty years ago, and Tom's diary was from fifty years ago..."

"I have to say, I started to have a bad feeling. I was afraid that I might be the cause of all this."

"So, I became really scared and guilty." Brian said melancholy, "I kept investigating the secret room in private, but I usually pretended not to care..."

"Hermione asked me many times, but I didn't dare to tell her any news, not until she was attacked..." Speaking of this incident, Brian's expression looked very gloomy, "We had a quarrel because of this. conflict."

"What happened next?" Harry asked.