HP Magic Biography

　　 sent Hermione away, Fanlin sat back to the table silently by himself, staring at the book that had been calling in his heart.

Harry and Ron had returned upstairs early, and both of them were already asleep.

After all, several days of intense search for evidence can make people extremely exhausted. In fact, a large part of the reason why Fanlin made Hermione go back upstairs to sleep was because of the bloodshot eyes in Hermione's eyes. That is the consequence of insufficient rest.

The night at Hogwarts became extremely quiet. Fanlin hadn't practiced his piano for a long time, and he hadn't heard the laughter of the little Gryffindor wizard for a long time.

Mrs. Loris, Colin, Sir Nicholas, and Justin, these names are like boulders on the chest, making people feel a little breathless.

Just staring at the fire in front of him, Fanlin was lying on the coffee table, holding the quill given to him by Hermione in one hand and pressing the other hand on the black notebook.

Perhaps because Fanlin’s strength was too weak and weak, he could clearly feel the call from the bottom of his heart, but when he used his magic power to examine this weird black book, the black notebook Just like the ones sold in the store, there is no magical fluctuation.

However, a notebook 50 years ago, and the surface is still so worn out, and it has been soaked in toilet water.

Any kind of books or notes cannot be preserved for 50 years. This is also the biggest irrationality of this black notebook.

Except for the old cover, everything else is too good. The owner of this notebook, the guy named Tom Riddle, must have used some magic on it.

But Fanlin tried a variety of methods, including the manifest potion, the latest style of manifest rubber, contact spells, and even the most stupid fire-roasted water immersion Fanlin tried one by one.

However, the weird black notebook was still intact in front of him, just like when it was just picked up, the black and worn cover, there is no obvious place.

But the time in a daze didn't last long, and the fresh ink from the quill finally dripped from the nib.

It dripped on Fanlin's hand pressing the notebook, and the ink slowly flowed down through the gaps between his fingers, and the moist touch awakened Fanlin from a daze.

"Damn..." Fan Lin cursed secretly. He was in a bad mood, especially now that he had a **** hand, which made Fan Lin's mood even more irritable.

A shining blue magic power flows from Fanlin’s fingertips, and it quickly envelops the ink on Fanlin’s hands, just like someone is washing his hands. Soon, the traces of ink are on Fanlin’s hands. Disappeared without a trace.

Fanlin planned to draw and go to sleep. No matter how he bought it, he felt that it would be impossible to crack the secret of this notebook tonight.

I just wanted to close the **** notebook, but the change on the paper suddenly attracted Fanlin's attention.

The ink that originally flowed down the finger gap seemed to be absorbed, spreading and permeating on the paper until it disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened.

Then, a new line of notes suddenly appeared at the top of the page.

"You should pay attention, this is a damage to the book..."

Fanlin picked up the black note and checked it over and over again, but he did not find the ink stains caused by his mistake, and he did not find the source of the words that emerged...

After thinking a bit, Fanlin tried to write something on it. Judging from the words that suddenly appeared, perhaps the correct way to open it was to communicate.

"Hello..." Fanlin hesitated, "My name is Fanlin El, I'm sorry, I accidentally spilled some ink..."

After waiting for a while, a new piece of text gradually appeared in front of Fanlin's eyes, letter by letter, as if someone was talking to Fanlin through writing in the space inside.

"It doesn't matter, these will be absorbed by the paper anyway, as long as you pay attention to it later."

As if responding to the words in the paper, the words written by Fanlin and the unknown person gradually disappeared on the paper.

"I'm sorry, but I want to ask, are you the owner of this notebook? Or, Mr. Tom Riddle?"

"Yes... My full name is Tom Marvolo Riddle."

"Really?" Fanlin looked very shocked, "But, you are from fifty years ago, do you still have a notebook connected with this one?"

"Uh……"

This question obviously baffled Tom, and Fanlin could see Tom Riddle's hesitation from the speed of the handwriting.

"No, it's just a simple alchemy product I made when I was in Hogwarts school. What you feel now is the memory of when I was still in Hogwarts."

"Memory?" Fanlin wrote down the question, "but memory is not a segment, it's like a meditation basin, but the meditation basin can't communicate with other people."

"This is just a simple magic, he directly connects me and my thinking."

"Soul?" Fanlin asked. UU reading www. uukanshu.cOM

"Actually, that's the case." Tom said, "How did you get my diary?"

"Oh," Fanlin also saw that the other party did not want to continue this topic, "I found this notebook in Myrtle’s toilet. There were other books at the time. Someone wanted to prank them and soak them all in. Into the water."

"Oh, this is really bad."

"Why did you leave this notebook?" Fanlin said with some confusion, "Isn't such an exquisite alchemy product supposed to be collected by yourself?"

"No..." Tom wrote, "This is not the case, but this book is indeed an alchemy product, but he sealed up my memory at Hogwarts. What use is it for me to use it? Why not keep it? Next, it can also help other students to better understand Hogwarts."

"What about Hogwarts?" Fanlin wrote heavily, "What about Hogwarts, what do you mean?"

"Everything!" Tom wrote such a sentence, he seemed very confident in his memory.

However, Fanlin felt a little uneasy faintly. From the time he got the diary, Fanlin's heart continued to feel the diary's call, or temptation. And after a simple conversation, Tom’s focus was obviously on his memory, he seemed to be waiting for Fanlin to ask him something.

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