Malfoy sat restlessly on the couch.

Felix sat across him and first beckoned a cup of hot cocoa and handed it to him, "Sweets will make you feel happier." He then waved his wand, causing the black book to float up and land on the small, low table between them.

" Bam."

Malfoy, unable to suppress a shudder from his body.

"It seems that you had an extraordinary encounter, would you like to talk about it?" Felix said in an encouraging tone.

"The diary ... Professor," Malfoy spoke, his voice very hoarse, "I have to ask for forgiveness ... I think that I, unintentionally, made a mistake."

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

"Yes ... it was Potter and the others!" Malfoy's breath quickened, "A few weeks ago, I found them breaking the ban, more than once! So I sneaked up behind them and found them hiding in Myrtle's Place, which is a girls' lavatory!"

"Myrtle's place ...," Felix repeated his words.

"That's right, Professor." Felix's response gave Malfoy confidence and the tip of his nose reddened slightly, "They must be plotting something! The Potter's always doing this, repeatedly breaking school rules without getting any punishment ..."

I can see that he is quite resentful about this, and kept trolling Potter.

"Everyone is responsible for their own actions," Felix said, echoing his words.

"Yes, Professor Hap, you are being so unbiased ... if you ask me, few people recognize him for what he is. Potter is reckless and arrogant, and that Weasley is inseparable from him like a--"

"Mr. Malfoy," Felix interrupted, "let's continue what we were just talking about."

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

"This is?"

"A diary, and a very scary black magic artefact!" Malfoy said quickly, with a look of half disgust and half awe on his face.

"I thought at the time that it was left by Potter and the others, probably someone's diary. But I found out that it belonged to a man named Tom Riddle, a former head of Slytherin. I can still talk to him, he taught me quite a lot ..."

Tom Riddle, the name ... Felix's eyes became deep.

"So, you hid its existence? I think the professors stressed more than once not to trust these things that keep their mind hidden."

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

"And then what, Malfoy? According to you, it counts as a mentor to you, and what caused your attitude to change?"

Malfoy showed a reminiscent look: "For the first few days, everything was normal. But after that, things changed. I find that I sometimes appear somewhere inexplicable, and when I try to think about it, I always subconsciously forget it ... Also, my robe, my school bag, my collar, somehow covered with chicken feathers, and I never touch those things!"

"Later today, I somehow appeared in an isolated corridor on the fourth floor of the castle, and when I realized it, saw Harry running away from me."

"I think," Malfoy lowered his voice, as if his previous words were all in preparation for this moment, "that this is a trap ... targeting me."

A quiet silence fell over the office.

Felix played with his wand, seems to be thinking about something, after a while, he leaned over, using his empty hand to pick up the diary.

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

Turning over to the back cover, the name of a press agent in London's Vauxhall Road was printed on it.

"Mr. Malfoy," said Felix, "do you mean to say that all this was done by the Potter?"

"It's possible, Professor-" he said slowly.

"What about their purpose in doing this? Have you thought of another possibility, like, for example, that this diary has something to do with the recent attack on the Chamber of Secrets?"

Malfoy's pale cheeks turned even whiter as he stammered, and Professor Hap's light blue eyes looked at him, which made Malfoy feel that those little thoughts of his were being seen through.

Subconsciously, he was thinking that this diary had something to do with the Chamber of Secrets.

He wanted to give this thing to a reliable hand, and didn't want to invite trouble - God knows what he did when he was unconscious, this thing he must not let his father know, so he deliberately avoided Professor Snape, whom he trusted more, and who had a closer relationship with his family.

As for whether it was related to Potter, he couldn't be sure, but isn't it normal to give Potter a little trouble?

"Professor ... I'm not sure, I have no memory of that." He said wryly.

"In any case -" Felix gave him a look, "you made a wise choice. Slytherin plus fifty points, that's as far as I can do, maybe we can go to Headmaster Dumbledore together ..."

"No, that's not necessary, Professor." Malfoy said busily as he stood up, "I just have one request, can you help me keep it a secret?"

"Confidentiality?"

"I mean, until we find out the truth, it's best not to mention my existence or tell my family, it will have an effect on the Malfoy family's reputation."

Felix looked at him, "Yes." As he said.

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

After getting Felix's permission, he quickly left.

In the office, Felix quietly looked at the diary and tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair.

"Ta, ta."

His perspective changed, and in a black and white world, in front of him was a cloud of darkness thicker and deeper than ink, and he examined it carefully, but he could find nothing but the darkness itself.

Felix came to the workbench, thought about it, he took out the quill and dropped a drop of ink on the diary.

A stain appeared on the page.

He waited quietly, and yet - nothing happened.

Felix: "..." Am I not doing it right, or did Malfoy not make it clear?

He pulled out his wand and gestured at the diary's open page -

"Show secrets!"

" Emergency Active!"

"Magic Track!"

"Status Feedback!"

After a series of attempts, the diary did not respond and lay there peacefully.

This item in front of him definitely utilized incredibly secretive means of production.

Even he could not find out the error for now.

Does the sixteen or seventeen-year-old Voldemort has this ability? If we talk about the category of black magic, he did not dare to judge, but the magical creation ...

What made him surpass me?

Felix fell into deep thought, fingers tapping the table-top, the silent office issued a "da, da" sound.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally stopped.

Felix's light blue eyes became extraordinarily bright, he thought of a possibility, a possibility that made his body tremble -

Voldemort is the heir of the Chamber of Secrets left behind by Slytherin, the probability being that he is one of his descendants, so Voldemort could be able to open the Chamber of Secrets with his parseltongue while attending Hogwarts.

What will be in that Chamber of Secrets?

Just a Basilisk that has survived for a thousand years?

This is too wasteful, but another way of thinking, perhaps it is guarding something.

For example, Slytherin's top-secret research materials?