Malfoy sat uneasily on the sofa.

Felix sat opposite him and first summoned a cup of hot cocoa and handed it to him, "Sweets make people feel happy." Then, he waved his wand and made the black notebook float up and land on the small table between the two of them.

"Bang."

Malfoy couldn't help but tremble.

"It seems that your experience is unusual. Would you like to talk about it?" Felix said in an encouraging tone.

"Diary... Professor," Malfoy began, his voice was very hoarse, "I must ask for forgiveness... I think I made a mistake unintentionally."

Felix looked at him with light blue eyes, "Go on."

"It's... it's Potter and the others!" Malfoy's breathing became rapid, "A few weeks ago, I found that they violated the ban, and more than once! So I secretly followed them and found that they were hiding in Myrtle's territory, which is the girls' bathroom!"

"Myrtle's territory..." Felix repeated his words.

"That's right, Professor." Felix's reaction gave Malfoy confidence, and his nose turned red. "They must be planning something! Potter and his friends always do this, repeatedly violating school rules, and they don't get any punishment..."

It can be seen that he is quite resentful about this, and keeps complaining about Potter.

"Everyone is responsible for their own actions." Felix echoed his words.

"Yes, Professor Happ, you are so fair... I would say that few people can see through his true colors. Potter is reckless and arrogant, and that Weasley is inseparable from him, like a-" "

Mr. Malfoy," Felix interrupted him, "let's continue the topic just now."

"Okay, okay, Professor. Potter found me, and I ran away in a panic. When I went back later, they had cleaned up all the traces, but I found this..." His eyes fell on the black book.

"What is this?"

"A diary, and also a very terrible dark magic item!" Malfoy said quickly, with an expression of half disgust and half fear on his face.

"At the time, I thought it was someone's diary left by Potter and his friends. But I found out that it belonged to a man named Tom Riddle, a former senior of Slytherin. I could still talk to him, and he taught me a lot..."

Tom Riddle, this name... Felix's eyes became profound.

"So, you concealed its existence? I think the professors have emphasized more than once that we should not believe in these things that are hidden in our brains."

Malfoy lowered his head, and Felix could easily see his platinum hair.

"Then what happened, Malfoy? According to what you said, it can be regarded as your mentor and helpful friend. What caused your attitude to change?"

Malfoy showed a look of reminiscence: "In the first few days, everything was normal. But after that, things changed. I found that I sometimes appeared in inexplicable places. When I wanted to think, I always subconsciously forgot about it... Also, my robes, schoolbags, and lapels were covered with chicken feathers. I never touch those things!"

"Later today, I didn't know why I appeared in a remote corridor on the fourth floor of the castle. When I realized this, I saw Harry running away from me."

"I think," Malfoy lowered his voice, as if his previous words were all prepared for this moment, "This is a trap for me..."

The office fell into a quiet atmosphere.

Felix played with his wand, as if thinking about something. After a while, he leaned over and picked up the diary with his empty hand.

He flipped through it roughly. Except for the first page with the name "Tom Riddle" written in ink, the other pages were all blank.

Turning to the back cover, the name of a newsagent in Vauxhall Road, London, was printed on it.

"Mr. Malfoy," Felix said, "you mean that all this was done by Potter and his men?"

"That's a possibility, Professor--" he said slowly.

"What about their purpose in doing this? Have you ever thought of another possibility, for example, that this diary is related to the recent attack on the Chamber of Secrets?"

Malfoy's pale cheeks became even paler, and he stammered. Professor Happ looked at him with light blue eyes, which made Malfoy feel that his little thoughts were seen through.

Subconsciously, he thought that this diary was related to the Chamber of Secrets.

He wanted to hand the thing over to a reliable person, but he didn't want to cause trouble-God knows what he did when he was unconscious, and this matter must not be known to his father, so he deliberately avoided Professor Snape, who he trusted more and had a closer relationship with his family.

As for whether it was related to Potter, he couldn't be sure, but wasn't it normal to cause some trouble for Potter?

"Professor... I don't know, I don't have any memory of this." He said cunningly.

"No matter what -" Felix glanced at him, "You made a wise choice. Slytherin plus 50 points, this is the limit of what I can do, maybe we can go to Headmaster Dumbledore together..."

"No, no need, professor." Malfoy said hurriedly, he stood up, "I only have one request, can you keep it a secret for me?"

"Secret?"

"I mean, before finding out the truth, it's best not to mention my existence, and don't tell my family, it will affect the reputation of the Malfoy family."

Felix looked at him, "Okay." He said.

"Thank you, professor, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

After getting Felix's permission, he left quickly.

In the office, Felix looked at the diary quietly, tapping the armrest of the chair with his fingers.

"Da, da."

His perspective changed. In the black and white world, in front of him was a dark atmosphere that was thicker and deeper than ink. He looked at it carefully, but he found nothing except darkness itself.

Felix came to the workbench, thought about it, took out the feather pen, and dripped a drop of ink on the diary.

A stain appeared on the page.

He waited quietly, but nothing happened.

Felix: "..." Was it my operation that was wrong, or did Malfoy not explain it clearly?

He took out his wand and pointed at the open pages of the diary -

"Show the secret!"

"Hurry up and show yourself!"

"Magic tracking!"

"Status feedback!"

After a series of attempts, the diary did not respond at all and lay there quietly.

This thing in front of him must have been made using extremely secret means.

Even he could not find out the problem for a while. Does

Voldemort, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, have this ability? If it comes to the field of black magic, he dare not make a rash judgment, but magical creations...

How can he surpass me?

Felix fell into deep thought, his fingers kept tapping on the table of the workbench, and the silent office made a "da, da" sound.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally stopped.

Felix's light blue eyes became particularly bright. He thought of a possibility, a possibility that made him tremble all over -

Voldemort was the heir of the Chamber of Secrets left by Slytherin, and it was most likely one of his descendants, so Voldemort was able to open the Chamber of Secrets with Parseltongue when he was in school at Hogwarts.

What would be in the Chamber of Secrets?

Is it just a basilisk that has survived for a thousand years?

This is a waste, but from another perspective, maybe it is guarding something,

such as Slytherin's top-secret research materials?