Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 350 Heading to the Secret Room
Cedric Diggory was a man Harry had known privately since Draco had mentioned him last.

He is a Hufflepuff student, handsome, although not as good-looking as Ryan, but not bad either.

He is also good at Transfiguration and Quidditch.

It is worth mentioning that he is also a seeker and discovered Dudley.

According to Draco, he was even good at repairing and simply making broomsticks.

“I also know this guy.”

"As you all know, my home is near the village of Ottery St. Catchpole in Devon, England." ("Why are you saying that? We've been there, and I remember you said that Fred and George liked a girl who worked in a paper shop in the Muggle area of ​​the village. She was very beautiful," Harry interrupted) "And the wizarding families nearby are the Weasleys, the Fawcetts, the Diggorys, and the Lovegoods," Ron said after rolling his eyes at Harry.

"So you are neighbors." Draco's face was suddenly full of curiosity.

"Fawcett? There's one in our fourth year of college, she's a witch." Harry thought of the senior who had once kissed him hard in the face.

"I guess so, but Harry, why are you paying so much attention to girls lately?"

"That's the Fawcett I was talking about."

"By the way, stay away from Ginny recently." Ron's eyes were full of suspicion and rejection.

"Ginny? Why are you mentioning her all of a sudden?"

"We're still waiting for you to mention Diggory." Harry's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Recently, when Ron wasn't paying attention, he and Ginny had looked at each other and smiled at each other.

But Harry still pretended to be calm and looked innocent.

"No, I just want to say that I know him, too. I know his home address."

"If Flint wants to mail dung bombs to his house for Christmas, I can help." Ron smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt uncomfortable seeing Ron's actions.

He wanted to persuade Ron to stop scratching the back of his head, after all, Mr. Weasley was bald at the back of his head.

"By the way, Draco, you haven't told me why you know so much about magical creatures!" Harry cleared his mind and asked.

"Yeah!" Hagrid, who couldn't get a word in, suddenly perked up.

"Ahem, I thought you would know, Ron!"

"You should know that Mr. Weasley also works in the Ministry of Magic, and they are neighbors." Draco did not answer but asked Ron first.

"Their family, how should I put it - Diggory's father should be a good man, but he always seems to like to show off, from his son and the importance of his work."

“So my dad doesn’t talk about them much.”

"Why, does this have anything to do with Diggory's father?" Ron said after careful consideration.

"Yeah, this guy Flint wants to use an off-field move and is going to attack Diggory's father."

"Diggory's dad is Amos Diggory and he works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic."

"Because the smuggling of magical creatures in our country has almost reached a rampant level recently, Flint wants to take advantage of the situation to buy some magical creatures that can cause trouble, so as to cause some trouble for his father's work, and use them to make Diggory lose his mind during the game."

"Of course it would be even better if Diggory could give up Quidditch directly because of his family." Draco said half-disdained and half-disgusted. In his opinion, this method was troublesome and despicable, and it might not work.

What a waste of time and a very offensive approach.

But unfortunately, this method was very common in Slytherin, and he now understood once again why Slytherin had always had a bad reputation.

Even before Voldemort showed up.

"Is that why?"

"You've also started reading books about magical creatures?" Harry expressed his amazement.

Hagrid whispered something along the lines of "evil Slytherin". "Put that time into training, I'm afraid no team can stand up to you."

"You lost to Gryffindor due to lack of training." Ron said he didn't understand.

"Not just me, but all of us read it. We all read Newt's Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."

"This book is very comprehensive, and it can also be used as a preview." Draco looked at Harry.

"Ron, I've asked this question before."

"Flint said we should work hard on what we are good at instead of wasting our energy." Draco looked at Ron and smiled bitterly.

"Merlin's beard!" Harry and the others couldn't help but say so.

"It seems that Harry didn't dream about anything." Late at night, in the school corridor, Riddle said to Dumbledore beside him.

"Yes, Hagrid mentioned the Triwizard Tournament to him. If it's true--" Dumbledore stopped.

"Did you notice that I seemed to be lost for a while just now?"

"But—" Dumbledore frowned.

Is this an illusion?
But his intuition told him that something happened at that moment.

"you ask me?"

"If we discuss how to increase the destructive power of spells, I might be an expert."

"But when it comes to intuition and spirituality, do you think that I, who am incomplete, can compete with you?" Riddle waved his wand, and with a flash of green light, a spider that hurriedly crawled by lost its life.

"Spider, the spider is fleeing from the castle!" Riddle stretched out his left hand, and the spider seemed to be hooked by an invisible thread and flew into his hand.

"Is that the basilisk you were talking about?"

"Time. Chronos?"

"Could it be that He has set His sights on the basilisk?"

"Tom, can you tell me the location of the Chamber of Secrets now?" Dumbledore's hands were groping in the air, as if he was performing a shaman dance.

But a moment later the name was spoken.

"Well, there are two reasons why I haven't said anything," said Riddle, as he walked downstairs, followed by Dumbledore.

"First, the basilisk was originally a defense mechanism of the school. The legend that it was used to drive away those little wizards in Hogwarts who were of impure blood and unworthy of learning magic is nonsense."

"I was worried you might hurt it." Riddle paused, then continued down the stairs.

Dumbledore pointed his wand at himself and Riddle, and they both left the ground and began to float downstairs.

"Strange magic."

"Second, I don't think I need to say more."

"We're already here."

"I don't want people to think that my ancestor was a pervert." Riddle said helplessly at the entrance to the girls' bathroom on the third floor.

"I originally thought it was in the basement. If I had known, I wouldn't have used the magic to speed up just now. Let's see what excuse you have." Dumbledore waved his wand again, and he and Riddle's feet fell from the air to the ground.

He looked at Riddle mischievously with a strange smile.

As for the basilisk, well, maybe it’s a good thing that they won’t encounter that mysterious wizard.

(End of this chapter)