Ginny walked quietly in the dark castle. It was almost twelve o'clock and there was no light in the corridor. The wind was howling in the darkness, and the tall trees outside the castle were swaying in the wind, like twisted bird-shaped man-eating monsters.

All this made Ginny a little scared.

She was suspicious and fearful, and the slightest noise would make her terrified.

Now Ginny regretted putting the diary away. Maybe a three-headed monster that eats people without blinking an eye would appear around the next corner? Ron told her that a friend of theirs put a three-headed dog as big as a house in the castle last semester.

But even with the diary, Mr. Riddle couldn't help her.

"Mr. Riddle..."

She could only hold the diary tightly in her arms, trying to draw a little bit of courage from it, as if she was not alone but had someone to accompany her.

Maybe this diary really has such magic. Ginny gradually felt relieved, and she found that this huge castle seemed to be scary in appearance, but in fact, it was very spacious, simple and gorgeous. It was much more interesting than her crowded little home.

She now fully realizes the fun of wandering around the castle at night. She can do whatever she wants, regardless of school rules. She can run in the corridors as she pleases, even if she picks up her wand and creates sparks without restraint. At most, she might be warned by the portraits on the wall or the ghosts passing by.

Just like now, Ginny encountered the ghost of Gryffindor——

"It's not good for a little girl to wander around the castle alone at night. Ah, you're from Gryffindor, so obvious! Let me think, Ginny Weasley, right? The Weasley family's hair is really easy to recognize. But you actually went out at night on the first day of school. You're even better than your two brothers!" Sir Nicholas said happily.

"Hello, Nearly Headless Nick." Ginny knew Nick of course, because this year, just like in previous years, he performed his "split-head operation" at the Gryffindor table, but unfortunately there was still a little bit of flesh between his head and neck.

"How rude! You don't even want to call me Sir!" Sir Nicholas said in a pretended angry tone.

Speaking of almost losing his head, it is indeed a pity. According to him, he was not happy about the axe hitting his neck dozens of times.

"Yes, Sir Nicholas." Ginny immediately changed her tone.

"Good boy! Have a nice night out. Also, don't go to the fifth floor. Peeves is over there. And don't use your wand. Be careful not to attract Filch here." Sir Nicholas, in a good mood, gave a few reminders and passed through the wall with his head hanging on his neck.

So Ginny put away her wand and continued walking forward in the dark. Before long, she reached the edge of the corridor on the fourth floor and found a wooden door.

"That's it! Locked? That's not a problem for me - open it all at once." She drew out her wand, and the lock on the wooden door opened with a click, and Solara fell to the ground with a clatter.

Ginny couldn't help but feel proud: "Luckily Mr. Riddle taught me all the spells in my first year."

She happily pushed the door open and walked in. The room was pitch black.

"Lumos."

The tip of the wand immediately lit up, illuminating the room.

"There's nothing here." She laid the diary flat on the ground, holding a glowing wand in one hand and writing crookedly.

"Maybe Dumbledore restored all of these." Cyrus responded to her, "But there are still many interesting things in the castle. Do you know how many secret passages and secret rooms there are? Or if you are hungry at night and want something to eat, just go to the bottom of the hall. There is a fruit painting there. Scratch the pear in the painting and it will become a door handle."

"Forget it, I'm not that hungry. I've already had enough at the dinner." Ginny refused. She was a little disappointed that she didn't find anything related to Harry, but she quickly thought of something else.

"By the way, Mr. Riddle. You said before that you won a special contribution award? Can I go and see it?"

"Of course." Cyrus said immediately, "I'm glad you still remember this. The medal display room is on the fourth floor, just a few turns from here."

So Ginny closed the diary once again, extinguished the light of her wand, and walked out quietly.

A few minutes later, another dark figure appeared here.

"Hurry up, Mrs. Norris - catch those little brats who violated the school rules! I heard the noise!" Filch's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, just like an evil wizard who drank too much potion. However, if it was true, he might be happier.

His legs were not very strong, and he jogged over awkwardly, holding an oil lamp in one hand.

"Ah, found it, a lock! Careless guy!" He excitedly picked up the chain that fell on the ground. How much he wanted to tie the chain to those little wizards and let them hang on the roof for a few days! "Quick, it must be the two boys from the Weasley family! Don't let them run away!" He urged. Mrs. Norris sniffed the remaining smell on the ground and slowly followed Ginny's steps. - Ginny was walking around in the medal display room. There must be a traceless extension spell here, because this classroom is much larger than it looks from the outside.

There were many medals placed in rows, including trophies from Quidditch matches, other competitions, and some with the names of prefects and grade presidents...all of which were placed behind a huge glass.

In the dim light, Ginny saw Percy's name left on it.

At the same time, she naturally saw Tom Riddle's name.

In fact, this name has appeared many times in the medal display room, and Ginny can fully imagine how outstanding the other party is. The Special Contribution Award is completely different from other awards. This medal is very large, highlighting its special status. However, it does not specify why Tom Riddle won the award.

Ginny was suddenly filled with curiosity. She couldn't help wanting to know the answer immediately, so she opened the diary again - this was almost becoming her signature move.

However, this time the diary was interrupted before it was even opened!

A hand reached out from the darkness and grasped Ginny's wrist.

Ginny's eyes widened in horror! 　Please recommend and collect, my lovely babies, please don't keep the book! ! I love you.

(End of this chapter)