Chapter 147 Information From the Diary

After seeing Hermione off, Fanlin sat back at the table alone, staring blankly at the book that had been calling him in his heart.

Harry and Ron returned upstairs early, and they both went to bed.

After all, the high-intensity search for evidence for several consecutive days would make people extremely tired. In fact, a large part of the reason why Fanlin asked Hermione to go back upstairs to sleep was because of the bloodshot in Hermione's eyes. That was the result of insufficient rest.

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

Mrs. Norris, Colin, Sir Nicholas, and Justin, these names were like huge rocks pressing on the chest, making people a little breathless.

Just staring blankly at the fire in front of him, Fanlin leaned on the coffee table, holding the feather pen given to him by Hermione in one hand and pressing the black notebook with the other hand.

Perhaps because Fan Lin's strength was too weak, he could clearly feel the call from the bottom of his heart, but when he used his magic to check this strange black book, the black notebook was just like the one sold in the store, without any fluctuation of magic.

However, a notebook from fifty years ago, and the surface was still so worn out, and it was soaked in toilet water.

Any kind of book or notebook could not be preserved intact for fifty years, which was the biggest unreasonable part of this black notebook.

Except for the worn cover, everything else was too intact. The owner of this notebook, the guy named Tom Riddle, must have cast some magic on it.

But Fan Lin tried all kinds of methods, including the appearance potion, the latest appearance eraser, contact spell, and even the stupidest fire roasting and water soaking.

However, this strange black notebook was still placed in front of him intact, just like when he just picked it up, with a black and worn cover, and nothing was noticeable at all.

However, the daze did not last too long, and the newly dipped ink of the feather pen finally dripped from the tip of the pen.

It dripped on Fanlin's hand that was pressing the notebook, and the ink slowly flowed down through the fingers. The wet touch woke Fanlin up from his daze.

"Damn..." Fanlin cursed secretly. He was in a bad mood, especially now that there was a large black patch on his hand, which made Fanlin even more irritable.

A stream of blue magic flowed from Fanlin's fingertips, and it quickly wrapped around the ink on Fanlin's hand, as if someone was washing Fanlin's hands. Soon, the traces of ink disappeared without a trace on Fanlin's hand.

Fanlin planned to draw and sleep. No matter how dazed he was, he felt that he would not be able to crack the secret of this notebook tonight.

Just when he wanted to close the damn notebook, the change on the paper suddenly attracted Fanlin's attention.

The ink that had been flowing down the fingers seemed to be absorbed, spreading and penetrating 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 be careful, this is damage to the book..."

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

After thinking for a while, Fanlin tried to write something on it. Judging from the words that suddenly emerged, perhaps the correct way to open it is to communicate.

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

After waiting for a while, a new paragraph of text gradually appeared in front of Fanlin, one letter after another, 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. Just be careful next time."

As if responding to the words on the paper, the words written by Fan Lin 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?" Fan Lin seemed very shocked, "But you are a person from fifty years ago. Do you have another notebook connected to this one?"

"Uh..."

This question obviously stumped Tom. Fan Lin saw Tom Riddle's hesitation from the speed at which the handwriting appeared.

"No, this is just a simple alchemical product I made when I was studying at Hogwarts. What you feel now is just the memory of my time at Hogwarts."

"Memory?" Fan Lin wrote down the question, "But memory is not a fragment, just like a meditation bowl, but the meditation bowl cannot communicate with other people."

"This is just a simple magic, it directly connects me to my thoughts."

"Soul?" Fan Lin asked.

"In fact, that's it." Tom said, "How did you get my diary?"

"Oh," Fan Lin also saw that the other party did not want to continue this topic, "I found this notebook in Myrtle's toilet. There were some other books at the time. Someone wanted to play a prank and soaked all these books in water."

"Oh, this is really bad."

"Why did you leave this notebook?" Fan Lin said with some doubts, "Shouldn't such a delicate alchemical product be kept well by yourself?"

"No..." Tom wrote, "It's not like that, but this book is indeed an alchemical product, but it seals my memories of Hogwarts. What's the use of me taking it? It's better to leave it, so that it can help other students to learn more about Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts things?" Fan Lin wrote heavily, "What is there about Hogwarts, what do you mean?"

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

However, Fan Lin felt a little uneasy. Since he got this diary, Fan Lin's heart has been constantly feeling the call of the diary, or the temptation. And after the brief conversation, Tom's focus was clearly on his memory. He seemed to be waiting for Fan Lin to ask him something. (To be continued)