Chapter 179 Selling the Person Quietly

When Riddle and Dippet's conversation involved the attack, Harry had to put away his insignificant sympathy and pricked up his ears seriously, fearing that he would miss any details.

But after listening, Harry's eyes twitched slightly and a bitterness appeared on the corners of his mouth.

At that time, a little girl died. For safety reasons, the Ministry of Magic planned to close Hogwarts. At that time, Tom would have to leave the school and return to the orphanage.

And his current situation is not much better than Riddle's at that time. If there is another attack, history may repeat itself. Once Hogwarts is closed, he will have to go back to his uncle's house to continue his miserable life.

Unless, as Riddle said, the murderer who opened the secret room is caught, it ends all this and ensures the safety of the school.

Unfortunately, Riddle never mentioned who the heir of the secret room was from beginning to end.

After leaving the principal's office, Harry continued to follow Riddle and found that his expression gradually changed from hesitation to determination, as if he had made up his mind.

At this time, Dumbledore from fifty years ago suddenly appeared on Riddle's path. "It's not good to hang around outside so late, Tom."

"I just had to see the headmaster, sir."

"Well, go to bed quickly. It's best not to hang around in the corridor these days." Dumbledore stared at Riddle for a few seconds, then said good night and walked up a staircase.

Riddle turned a corner and quickened his pace after making sure no one was around.

Harry followed him through the dark corridor and finally stopped in front of a door.

Riddle pulled out his wand and opened the door roughly. "Good evening, Hagrid, I have to report you.

I know you didn't kill anyone on purpose, but..."

"No, you don't understand." The young Hagrid used his giant body to block a wooden box behind him while speaking.

"The dead girl's parents will be here tomorrow." Riddle pointed his wand at Hagrid, "Hogwarts must ensure that the thing that killed their daughter is brought to justice."

"It's not it. Aragog has never killed anyone, never." Hagrid explained anxiously.

"Monsters can't be kept as pets!

Get out of the way."

"No!"

"Get out of the way, Hagrid."

"No!"

Riddle couldn't stand it anymore and waved his wand directly, "The treasure appears."

The sudden light hit the box behind Hagrid, and a huge spider came out of it.

The spider had eight shining eyes and sharp pincers. After it appeared, it rushed to the door in a panic, and the spider legs kept making sparse sounds, running in a panic.

"Strike the giant spider!"

A white light shot out from the wand, but it dodged it.

Riddle wanted to chase him, but Hagrid rushed at him, grabbed his wand and knocked him to the ground, giving Aragog enough time to escape.

The memory ended here, and Harry felt dizzy and dark all around.

After a feeling of falling, Harry fell on his bed, and he was in a trance for a long time before he reacted.

He looked at the open diary, thinking about Riddle's memory fifty years ago, and he finally understood who Aaron said was expelled as the heir of Slytherin fifty years ago.

Rubeus Hagrid, he should have thought of it long ago.

After taking several deep breaths, Harry simply adjusted his state. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the pen and wrote in the diary: "Tom, I really don't want to say this, but Hagrid was wronged."

The diary appeared with messy words: "Impossible, no one would hurt students except that monster, and there has been no attack since Hagrid was expelled."

"But Aaron has investigated it clearly." Harry wrote, "The monster in the secret room is a basilisk."

The diary seemed to fall into silence, and new words appeared a few seconds later: "What is a basilisk?"

"A magical creature with a very long lifespan. If you look at it, you will lose your life. Even if you look at it indirectly, you will be petrified. It is the monster raised by Salazar Slytherin."

After the handwriting disappeared, the diary flipped rapidly, appearing agitated: "You mean I wronged a student and let the real murderer go unpunished."

Harry pursed his lips. He felt great anger and guilt just from this line of words.

"I'm afraid so. The heir of Slytherin is very cunning. You are also trying to protect the school. Don't feel guilty.

And Dumbledore arranged a position for Hagrid as a forest keeper. He still lives in Hogwarts."

"That's good. I owe him an apology.

But Harry Potter, I hope you don't tell him about my existence, because it will bring back bad memories for him. Hagrid is actually very fragile."

Harry hesitated for a while and wrote, "Don't worry, I know my limits."

"Thank you!

By the way, can you tell me who Aaron is?

I'm curious about what kind of wizard can find the basilisk."

Harry smiled and dipped his quill in ink. "Aaron Gaius is my good friend and a very good Slytherin.

But I seem to have done something wrong to him. I can feel that he is more distant from us than before."

"Everyone makes mistakes, but mistakes can be corrected and misunderstandings can be resolved.

Time is the best medicine, it can heal all wounds.

As long as you treat others with sincerity, you will definitely regain your friendship in the shortest time."

Seeing these words, Harry's eyes lit up.

During this period, he, Ron and Hermione had comforted each other, but when everyone made mistakes together, even the most optimistic words were pessimistic.

In contrast, the comfort of an intimate senior is a tonic, pure chicken soup for the soul.

"Thank you, Tom. I feel much better."

"I personally think you need to be stronger. There is nothing in this world that you can't overcome."

Harry nodded. Thinking of the problems he might face at the moment, he continued to write: "Besides that memory, do you have any clues related to the Chamber of Secrets?"

Soon, several lines of neat handwriting appeared on the blank page: "No, but I can give you some valuable suggestions, but the premise is that you need to tell me what you know.

I need to make up for the mistakes I made fifty years ago. Only when I catch the real heir can I be qualified to apologize to Rubeus Hagrid."

Harry struggled for a while and reluctantly decided to meet Riddle's request.

First, Riddle is very similar to him. He gives him a feeling of being in the spring breeze and trustworthy.

Second, this is just a diary. Even if he knows more, it doesn't matter.

Third, he, no, to be exact, they really need some helpers to help them find the real culprit behind the scenes. Riddle undoubtedly has this ability.

"I can tell you, but you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone else."

Another line of words appeared in the diary: "I guarantee it with my father's surname."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Harry wrote down all the clues he knew in the diary, "In addition to the basilisk, Aaron also gave us a list of possible Slytherin heirs, which includes pure-blood wizards, some half-blood wizards, and the Weasley family's sister.

But unfortunately, we didn't find out anything.

There is also a place that may be the Chamber of Secrets, but we have also checked it, and the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake are left.

Aaron didn't tell us all the clues. The last possible location made him very secretive and he was unwilling to say it."

"Maybe there is something unspeakable!

Everyone has his own secrets. You have to try to understand him."

"I know that." Harry shrugged, the feather pen hovered on the diary for a moment, and continued to write: "Tom , do you have any way to help us? "

"No, but don't act rashly for the time being."

"Aaron thinks so too. He is afraid that the real murderer behind the scenes will fight to the death with Hogwarts, and will not let us inform Dumbledore unless it is absolutely necessary."

"He is right. You need to keep calm at this time.

Stay the same in the face of change. As long as the real murderer dares to hurt people again, he will definitely be exposed."

"But we can't risk the lives of students!" Harry wrote anxiously, "I am not unaware that Dumbledore will make the real murderer feel afraid, but that's why I want to take the initiative."

"Then you only have one choice."

A line of words attracted Harry's attention. Before he asked, another line of words appeared:

"Go find Hagrid. He has a good relationship with many magical creatures. With his help, it may be easier for you to investigate the Forbidden Forest."

"But how should I tell Hagrid?" Harry wrote with a frown.

Hagrid was unjustly expelled fifty years ago because he raised a magical animal. Aaron had to keep the matter of fifty years ago a secret for him. What difference would it be if he mentioned the Chamber of Secrets and asked him to help investigate and exposed someone's scars?

"This is indeed a bit difficult, but I believe you will handle it well as long as the method is appropriate.

I don't have much time. Goodbye."

After writing two lines, the diary was quickly flipped and closed again.

Looking at the black cover, Harry didn't think too much. It was probably because the magic power in the diary was over-consumed!

But it doesn't matter. Riddle has told him enough and given him enough encouragement. Just check it slowly.

At the same time, Aaron, who was practicing magic circles in the Slytherin common room, suddenly shivered. His right hand holding the pen trembled violently, and a high-level magic circle diagram was completely scrapped.

Aaron looked at the sparks on the table and frowned slightly.

This kind of thing has never happened before, and he will not be easily distracted when he is concentrating.

Could it be some kind of ominous sign?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

He thought he was hiding very well and didn't pose any threat to anyone on the surface, so there shouldn't be anyone so blind as to target him.