On Christmas Eve, the hustle and bustle fell silent, and the night covered Hogwarts Castle like a curtain.

In the Ancient Rune Office, Felix habitually opened the diary and talked to the young Dark Lord inside.

In the past two days, he has been trying to lead him to talk about Salazar Slytherin, but he was always distracted.

Tonight Felix decided to adopt another strategy. He needed to carefully set up traps and let the young Dark Lord step in himself.

To this end, he re-read a lot of psychology books.

"Something quite sensational happened today." Felix wrote.

"What is it?" The diary asked with interest. He has been quite distressed recently. After each communication, this shrewd professor would lock him up, which made him completely lose the knowledge of the outside world.

"The attack on the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets has been reported, and people are talking about it. Some people propose to disband Slytherin College and deprive Salazar Slytherin of all honors."

Felix felt like a big spider, carefully weaving a spider web.

A string of scribbled words immediately appeared in the diary. "Ridiculous remarks, absolutely ridiculous! Who is it? Is it Dumbledore? He has always been prejudiced against wizards from Slytherin."

Felix curled his lips and wrote with a bad taste: "It's not him, it's a woman named Rita Skeeter, who has always been famous for compiling rumors about celebrities."

The name "Rita Skeeter" flashed in the diary, looking messy and hideous - he seemed to want to remember this name firmly.

In the diary, the young Tom Riddle was really angry. He couldn't help but wonder, has the current atmosphere in the wizarding world become so filthy?

After a long time, the diary asked, "What happened next? The Ministry of Magic will definitely not agree to such a ridiculous proposal!"

"Of course not, but this incident has caused a wide range of discussions in Hogwarts, and many young wizards have given Salazar Slytherin a very negative evaluation."

The diary couldn't help but write, "Salazar Slytherin is the greatest of the four giants! However, later generations only shallowly evaluate him based on his appearance and try their best to discredit him!"

Felix thought of the huge face in the Chamber of Secrets: it was an old, monkey-like face with a sparse long beard that almost dragged to the hem of the robe.

You know, it was carved by Slytherin himself, and the possibility of self-beautification cannot be ruled out.

He couldn't imagine what the real Slytherin looked like, especially when he was always surrounded by various snakes spitting out long tongues.

Felix said relatively "objectively," "This is very telling. You know, people always reject things they don't understand in their hearts, just like Slytherin's Parseltongue."

"I couldn't agree more, Felix Hep, your opinion is quite insightful." The diary praised.

Felix explained modestly, "I have read part of Ravenclaw's manuscripts, and I can imagine that magnificent era just through the description of a few words." He wrote with emotion: "Four most talented wizards and witches came together to create a new era in the wizarding world."

The diary agreed with him, "That is indeed a history worth remembering." His wording became peaceful again.

But then, Felix commented intentionally or unintentionally, "I just don't understand why Salazar Slytherin suddenly broke up with the other three. Was it really because of ideological differences? You know, pure-blood thinking was not popular at that time." "

And he also secretly built the Chamber of Secrets and left horrible monsters in the chamber. I think--" Felix wrote word by word, "He is destroying his own hard work with his own hands. This is a typical dark wizard's style."

Tom Riddle in the diary couldn't help but refute him, "Maybe his Chamber of Secrets is not used to eliminate Muggle wizards."

"What else, Tom? I want to remind you that many of Slytherin's research is bloody and cruel, which affected his character."

Tom Riddle continued to refute: "But he also cleared the fog of truth for later generations. Look at his research objects, goblins, giants, dwarves, centaurs... His research results are enough to push the wizarding group to the supreme position! It only requires a tiny price to pay."

"Tom, are you his crazy admirer?" Felix wrote.

"No, of course not... I only partially agree with his ideas. Wizards and humanoids are different concepts, right?" The diary tried to make its tone more objective. "Besides, any judgment that is out of context is hypocritical and stupid. The moral standards of wizards in that era are completely different from those of today."

"What you said makes sense." Felix wrote, "But as far as I know, these precious magical materials have never been passed down, and it is still unknown whether they are 'great'."

"That is indeed the 'greatest' achievement." In the diary, the young Dark Lord was obviously excited, and he tried to persuade Felix.

"How do you know?" Felix smiled with confidence.

"I'm just guessing..."

"Don't lie to me, Tom! Your understanding of Salazar Slytherin is beyond my imagination, and your attitude towards him is too protective." Felix began to close the net. "This makes me wonder, is it you who opened the Chamber of Secrets? You are the real Slytherin heir!"

He wrote word by word, with such force that it seemed to tear through the paper, "I need an explanation, otherwise, I can only hand you over to Dumbledore."

In the diary, Tom Riddle was very nervous. He hated the feeling of being "seen through".

After a long silence, a line of words appeared in the diary, "Do you think so? Do you think I lied to you? I thought - we have established a solid friendship."

Felix wrote calmly: "So I gave you a chance to explain."

From the perspective of the Dark Lord, as long as he does not reveal the fact of the Horcrux, everything can be discussed.

The diary quickly and scribbled a reply: "Of course not me, I am a Muggle-born, remember? I have nothing to do with Salazar Slytherin."

Felix was silent. He did not reply to any words, exerting pressure bit by bit.

Tom Riddle in the diary couldn't stand it anymore, and he wrote again: "But... I have to admit that I did encounter some adventures when I was in school, and yes, I gained some advanced magical knowledge."

"Is it from Salazar Slytherin?" Felix asked breathlessly.

"-I guess so." The diary replied briefly.

"Tell me, Tom, where did you put it?"

The diary was silent, and the young Dark Lord was in a dilemma. He wanted to refuse, but the professor was too sharp. He was forced into a corner. If he denied it, he would definitely be regarded as the murderer who opened the Chamber of Secrets - although he was indeed.

He hated his powerlessness more and more, and tried his best to get rid of this dilemma, which made him almost crazy.

But soon, he replied in a polite and calm tone: "It was fifty years ago. I found a very magical room on the eighth floor of the castle..."