Felix tried to deduce the scene fifty years ago -

a smart, cautious and ambitious young wizard who accidentally heard the legend of Slytherin after entering Hogwarts. He was so smart that he must have discovered that the two had the same magical talent - Parseltongue, which almost meant that the two had a de facto blood relationship.

He must have been very excited, because in his veins, there was the same blood as the noble Slytherin.

There is no doubt that he would try to find the secret room left by his ancestors, which might take a few years, but with his wisdom, and perhaps with the help of some snakes... In short, he succeeded.

As a descendant of Slytherin, he became the new master of the basilisk.

He naturally inherited everything there. For example, a room hidden deeper was filled with various taboo materials of Slytherin.

Slytherin was particularly good at blood research and had a lot of powerful ancient magic. The most important thing is that in that era, dark magic was in vogue, and Slytherin never shied away from studying and using these dark magics...

The young wizard received the gift from his ancestors, and he secretly digested all of it, going deeper and deeper in the field of magic, and his ambitions also expanded. Until he was rejected by Dumbledore, he formed an army of Death Eaters and became a dark lord that people were afraid of.

...

'Will all this be true? Maybe it's just my conjecture?' Felix's eyes seemed to penetrate time and saw the rise of the second generation of the Dark Lord.

He stared at the diary motionlessly, like a quiet oil painting in the quiet night.

Who wouldn't want the research materials of a master-level legendary wizard who connects the past and the future?

'Just a possibility is worth my attempt.'

'I'm afraid Voldemort will take away or destroy these materials, which will be difficult to deal with.'

Felix already had a plan in mind.

'The first step is to start a communication, but the Horcrux pretended to be dead...'

After thinking for a while, Felix quickly constructed a short memory and emotion in his mind.

In the new memory, he is still a genius wizard who has achieved outstanding achievements at a young age, but the difference is that he has extreme arrogance and conceit, and has no doubt that he can control this mysterious diary...

'The art of lying is nine truths and one lie. I just need to make him misjudge my character and make him think that I can be used by him.' Felix thought.

He opened the diary, picked up a quill pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a line of words on it passionately.

"Evil existence, reveal your secrets, otherwise I can only destroy you completely!"

He pondered in his mind for a while, and the emotions were in place, but the information revealed was not attractive enough, so he imitated Lockhart's tone and added another paragraph -

"I, Felix Hepp, the best graduate of Hogwarts in a hundred years, published three magic books, and kept in contact with hundreds of famous wizards through letters - but I don't talk about that. I didn't get Dumbledore's invitation to work by relying on powerful connections."

He stopped writing, one second, two seconds...

An extremely obscure Legilimency swept over, this consciousness did not forcefully break through his own memory and wantonly read the false information inside, but only wandered around the periphery to capture his emotions.

This made Felix look at him with new eyes.

Because this is also the practice of many Legilimency masters. They rarely enter other people's minds roughly to check their memories, but by sensing the other person's current emotions, supplemented by their own rich experience, they can obtain the information they want without anyone noticing.

Under Felix's gaze, the ink on the diary was absorbed.

He waited patiently, and sure enough, a line of words appeared on the diary.

"Hello, Felix Hepp."

The line of words stayed for a few seconds, and quickly disappeared. A new line of words appeared-

"I am not some dark magic item. That little wizard misunderstood me. There is someone else who really opened the Chamber of Secrets."

Felix raised the corner of his mouth, and he simply wrote "Who?"

"I can take you to see."

Dazzling white light poured out of the diary, and Felix felt his body being pulled, as if he would fall in the next second.

He quickly closed the diary.

"Bang!"

After a pause of a few seconds, he opened the diary again.

The soul in the diary was a little dazed, and he slowly typed a question mark.

Felix wrote on it: "Don't think I am one of those unreliable little wizards. I am a genius Slytherin and will not be easily fooled by you!"

After a pause of more than ten seconds, a line of words appeared on the diary again.

"You are indeed cautious enough, Felix Hep, but I am really not a dark magic item. I graduated from Slytherin like you, and to some extent, I am your senior. Fifty years ago, I caught the murderer who opened the Chamber of Secrets."

Felix smiled with satisfaction. This was exactly the impression he wanted to give to the Horcrux, an arrogant but shrewd Slytherin image.

So, don't try to fool him with some low-level stuff.

Then, the diary took nearly half an hour to write down thousands of words tirelessly to make the events of fifty years ago clear.

Seeing that the handwriting on the diary was getting fainter and fainter, Felix thoughtfully dripped a few drops of ink.

"The murderer who opened the Chamber of Secrets was Rubeus Hagrid." The diary concluded at last.

"Then how do you explain your control of the little wizards in the school?" Felix asked a sharp question.

A long paragraph of text quickly emerged on the page of the diary.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been reopened..."

"Rubeau Hagrid was not imprisoned in Azkaban, he still stayed in the school as the guard of the Forbidden Forest. The danger never disappeared, as I expected, something went wrong this year. I tried to issue an early warning, but the little wizard named Draco Malfoy was not interested in it. On the contrary, he was more willing to watch the fun. I had to control him and try to find evidence of Hagrid's guilt."

The diary was written in an emotional tone, "Even though I am just a memory, my determination to protect Hogwarts has not changed. I am still a member of Hogwarts and have an obligation to prevent all this from happening."

Felix wrote in the diary: "How do you prove what you said?"

"I was born in a Muggle orphanage. Unlike those pure-blood families, their arrogance is ingrained in their bones. You can go to the trophy display room at Hogwarts, there should be my trophy there."

"It sounds true." Felix wrote, but under the brain closure technique, he couldn't help cursing, you have scanned me seventeen times, you really think I can't find out? "

Because all this is true, you can investigate it, but time is running out, and the next attack may happen at any time. My suggestion is to write a secret letter to the Ministry of Magic and ask them to take Rubeus Hagrid away temporarily."

"You want me to tell on you?" Felix wrote "angrily".

"No, it's just an experiment. Believe me, as long as you take him away, the attacks will stop immediately." A line of tempting words appeared on the diary, "Wait until this is over, and then you stand up to enjoy the honor you deserve. I think, a medal of the Order of Merlin - in the name of the warrior who ended the attack on the Chamber of Secrets!"

"However, please keep it a secret for me for the time being. Someone in the school is protecting Hagrid. If he finds out about my existence, he will not hesitate to use me as a scapegoat. This is my only request. When everything comes to light, you can do whatever you want."

Felix paused for a moment and wrote on it: "I'll consider it."

Then he took out an exquisite box from the suitcase in the corner of the office and put the diary in it.

Complex magic patterns flashed by.

After completely isolating the diary from the outside world, Felix recalled the verbal confrontation just now in the silent office, and sincerely praised -

"It sounds like the truth."