Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 296 The Lost Diary
The next day, Filch still didn't show up at the castle.

During dinner, Kyle purposely found Harry, wanting to find out what happened in Lockhart's office yesterday.

"You must not tell other people, Professor Dumbledore does not want too many people to know about this."

Harry looked around and said in a low voice, "Filch turned into a stone because of a kind of profound black magic."

"Madam Pomfrey can't cure him?" Kyle asked.

"No." Harry shook his head, "Madam Pomfrey got several bottles of potions on him, and even soaked him in a wooden bucket full of potions, but that didn't help at all, but..."

Harry hesitated for a moment before continuing, "But Lockhart said he had a way, and that he was in a place called Wagga...what's the matter, no, I can't remember the name.

Anyway, he had encountered similar things in one place, and he used various amulets to help those people solve their problems. "

"But I think he's bragging."

Ron next to him swore, "Remember? He said the same thing on the third floor, but the place names are completely different."

"It's just the name is different, you can't say that." Hermione retorted, "What if he met twice."

"Hermione, do you still believe what he said?" Ron frowned dissatisfiedly. "He can't even deal with elves."

"By the way, Ron..." Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel, Kyle quickly changed the subject.

"Did you find your pet?"

"Oh, you said Scabbers, we've found it." Ron took out the fat mouse from his pocket.

"Guess what, it didn't go outside at all, it was under the cabinet in the common room, but maybe it hadn't eaten for a long time, it was a little listless."

"It's okay, I have rat tonic."

Kyle took out a small bottle filled with red potion and handed it to Ron.

"Thanks, Kyle."

Ron happily accepted it.

Kyle gave him a bottle of this mouse tonic last year. It was very useful. Every time Scabbers drank it, he was very energetic... But the amount was a little small. Last year's bottle was used up long ago, and he never had the nerve to look for Kyle again. want.

"You're welcome, I also want to thank you for satisfying my curiosity."

Kyle waved his hand, "It's just a bottle of rat tonic, what a big deal, just come to me when you run out."

Then he looked at Harry again.

"Potter..."

"Just call me Harry."

"Okay then, Harry." Kyle asked, "Have you heard any strange sounds recently?"

"Strange sound? What do you mean..."

Kyle explained, "It's the kind of whisper that only you can hear, but no one else can hear."

Harry scratched his hair and thought about it for a while...

"No."

"I just heard the letters talking when I answered them for Lockhart.

But Lockhart also heard it at the time, and said that it was a special way of replying, which would save time for reading, and many of his admirers were using it. "

"It's clearly not some special whisper...is it?"

Kyle nodded.
From this point of view, Harry should not have heard the basilisk's voice.

However, the petrification problem that even Dumbledore couldn't solve was probably related to the basilisk.

Coupled with the diary that was lost for no reason... These problems piled up together, and Kyle only felt that one head and two big.

He still hasn't figured out how to lose that diary.

Kyle had thought about Ron's Scabbers, Peter Pettigrew...but that was unlikely.

Peter is now just a mouse disguised as a pet. Even Ron doesn't know that he has the Horcrux diary in his hand, so naturally he won't know.

Taking a step back, even if Peter really knew... But Kyle always carried the shape-shifting lizard skin bag with the box with him, and almost never left his sight. Even when he slept at night, Raton was by his side.

A mouse that sneaked in and stole something without being aware of it, and didn't leave any traces afterwards?
It's not that Kyle looked down on Peter. If he really had the ability, he wouldn't have pretended to be a pet mouse and hid at the Weasleys' house for more than ten years.

He also thought of a possibility of a time-turner... But the Department of Mysteries has rejected the application twice in a row, and even Dumbledore couldn't borrow it, let alone himself.

And why did he deliberately go back in time to steal his own things... and who released the basilisk that petrified Filch, himself?Or Riddle?
Kyle was almost full of doubts.

On the other side, in the eyes of Harry and the others, Kyle suddenly became silent, sitting there motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

If it weren't for the constant changes in his expression, and the occasional hand that held the cutlery unconsciously cutting the steak twice, Harry would have thought that Kyle had also been petrified.

Ron wanted to reach out and push Kyle, but Hermione stopped him.

"Ron, Kyle is thinking about something, don't disturb him," Hermione said.

"Ok."

Ron didn't care, so he turned his hand to the dining table and took two more chicken legs.

About ten minutes later, Kyle came back to his senses, let out a long sigh of relief, and rubbed his forehead with his hands.

He decided to give up.

"What were you thinking just now?" Harry asked curiously.

"Think about what black magic can make Filch like that." Kyle said casually.

Harry became interested, "Then have you thought about it?"

"I don't know much about black magic." Kyle shrugged. "The Petrification Curse is fine, but it obviously won't bother Dumbledore."

"I see..." Harry looked disappointed.

"By the way, why did you go to the third floor?"

Kyle took a bite of the steak that he was about to cut into dumplings, and suddenly asked, "Are you planning to go straight back to the Gryffindor Tower? I thought you would go to the auditorium first, get something to eat before going back."

"We got there after Moaning Myrtle." Harry sighed. "In the dungeon, we accidentally said something, she overheard her, and wanted to catch up and explain."

"Then we met Filch who was petrified, and that damn cat."

Ron touched a faint wound on his face, and said angrily: "The cat has been following us since we left the basement classroom, and when we reached the third floor, it regarded us as the murderer of Petrified Filch, my His face was scratched by it.

If I had to say, I should have used my wand..."

"Ron, we can't do that." Harry said seriously, "It's enough trouble to bump into the petrified Filch, but if we hurt Mrs. Norris, we won't be able to explain it."

"I know..." Ron murmured under his breath, "But, why did we have to do this, that cat's scratches really hurt!"

"You're right." Harry touched his arm, where there were also a few faint bloodstains.

But he and Hermione had better luck, only to be scratched on the arm.

While in Lockhart's office, Madam Pomfrey applied some syrup to them, which stopped the bleeding on the spot.

When I woke up this morning, those wounds were almost healed, and it is estimated that they will be fully healed by tomorrow.

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(End of this chapter)