The reason was that the ink almost sprayed into the plate of sausages.

Fortunately, Harry stepped forward in time and took all the blame. Mrs. Weasley then just twisted it lightly and let Fred and George go.

After Mrs. Weasley left, Harry explained in a low voice, and Fred and George realized that they had misunderstood what he meant before.

"So, you don't want this kind of automatic inkjet quill pen?" Fred asked, rubbing his ear.

"Of course not." Harry wiped the ink off his face. "How could Hermione write to ask about something that has nothing to do with studying?"

Fred and George thought about it and felt that Hermione, who was serious and looked like "Professor Little McGonagall", would not do that.

It is worth mentioning that this title was given by them.

"It's a quill pen that automatically releases ink as you write."

Harry looked at Ron and said, "Are you carrying it now?"

"No." Ron picked up a sausage. "I mean, who brings a quill to breakfast?"

"Then dear brother, could you please bring it over for us to see?" George said with a smile.

Ron wanted to refuse, but with everyone staring at him, he had no choice but to put down the sausage he had just eaten and go back to his room to get the quill.

"Is this it?"

George took it and kept writing and drawing on Harry's notice... Soon, the paper was covered with traces of ink.

“It’s really convenient for doing homework.”

George touched his chin. Like our waterproof and moisture-proof badge, this quill should have a refilling spell on it.

"Renewal Charm?" Harry blinked, apparently hearing this kind of spell for the first time.

"Are you discussing study?"

At this time, Mr. Weasley sat down at the dining table. He smiled and said to Harry: "I seem to hear you asking about the Continuation Charm. It is a very practical spell, like this..."

He took out his wand and tapped Harry's cup. The pumpkin juice, which was only half full, suddenly began to flow up and soon became a full cup.

"Wow..." Harry opened his mouth in surprise: "But... didn't Professor McGonagall say that magic can't create food..."

"It's not conjured up..." Mr. Weasley explained, "I just transferred the pumpkin juice from the kitchen to your cup, saving the time of going back and forth.

I guess... this spell must have been invented by a drunkard."

Harry nodded, then looked at Fred and George, "Can you make a quill like this?"

Fred was silent for a moment. "What did you ask?"

"You can also..."

"It's not this. It's the question you asked when we first came down."

Harry thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "I haven't seen Kyle recently. Is he out again?"

"No, he's been reading in his room." Fred said calmly, "He's always been like this, you'll get used to it." George returned the quill to Ron, "By the way, did you know? The Chudley Cannons actually beat the Vratsa Eagles this year."

"That's the third-ranked team... Could it be that the Artillery Team, which has always been at the bottom, is going to rise?"

Fred and George changed the subject in tacit agreement.

Although Harry was confused, after hearing something related to Quidditch, he quickly forgot about his quill and joined in with great interest.

"The artillery team won? How did you know?!"

"It was Cedric, he went to the game..."

…

Not needed for now...

Two days later, Kyle took the diary out of the box.

He stared at Riddle's name for a while, then turned to the blank part of the second page and naturally copied the Transfiguration Notes on it with a quill.

But before he could write much, the words began to become fainter and fainter, and finally were directly absorbed by the paper and disappeared without a trace.

Then a new line of text inexplicably appeared on the blank paper, using the ink he had just used.

[Hello, are you a student of Hogwarts? ]

The words flashed for a few seconds and then disappeared.

Kyle's face changed slightly, and he picked up the quill again and hurriedly wrote a long paragraph on the paper: "Who are you? Where are my notes? Also, why can you talk to me and know that I am a student of Hogwarts? Is this some kind of dark magic item?"

The writing disappeared and did not reappear until a long time later.

[My name is Tom Riddle. I am not a dark magic item, but a memory left in a diary. Just like those magical portraits in the castle, so I can talk to you in this way.]

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[You just wrote about the precautions for transforming static objects into animals. This is from the Intermediate Transfiguration Guide. You should be a third-grade student.]

Kyle raised an eyebrow.

It seemed that Tom Riddle was very patient. He answered every question of his and they were flawless.

Kyle thought for a moment and wrote:

"I know those portraits and I often talk to them... but this is the first time I have seen such a magical diary."

"You're right. I'll be in the third grade when school starts."

This time, Riddle gave a quick answer, "Are you still studying during the holidays? I guess you must be a good student like me."

"I memorized all the books!" Kyle wrote quickly, his handwriting a little sloppy, "and I'm number one in my grade."

[I knew I wouldn't be wrong. We should get along very well.]

"Are you also number one in the grade?"

【Always.】

Riddle seemed eager to get Kyle to believe in himself and soon wrote again.

[In addition, I also won the Special Contribution Award for the school in the fifth grade. You can go to the award display room and see my name there.]

What's so good about this? I have one too, and one more than you...

Kyle thought to himself and picked up the quill: "Special Contribution Award... This is really an amazing achievement."

"If you are as good as me, you must have won the Order of Merlin."

As if he hadn't expected Kyle to ask this, Riddle was silent for a long time again...until Kyle became a little impatient and new words appeared on the paper.

[When I left this diary, there was no...]

[But I believe that if I want it, I can get the Order of Merlin.]

Even with just words, Kyle could feel Riddle's confidence.

But it seems that what he said is true.

…

(End of this chapter)