People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Basil suppressed his depression and walked to Harry's side.

Headless Harry passed the parchment into his hands.

It says:

[Your father left this thing to me before he died. Now it should be returned to you. Use it well. I sincerely wish you a Merry Christmas]

No signature.

Harry's excited voice sounded again: "Look at this handwriting, long and thin, with circles within circles. The handwriting on the note in the package you received before is the same! The format and tone of the words are also similar! Maybe the person who gave me my father's relics and the person who gave you your father's relics are the same person!"

"Oh, yes, yes." Bagir nodded.

What he was thinking was, "It seems that the original diary can no longer be preserved."

These days with Riddle, and his observations of Dumbledore.

The image of Dumbledore has become three-dimensional in his mind.

Riddle also said: "Dumbledore will not force Harry to stop Voldemort from stealing the Philosopher's Stone. But Dumbledore will do everything he can to let Harry know what he should know."

Therefore, the appearance of the Mirror of Erised and the conversation between Dumbledore and Harry were inevitable.

This is to understand Harry's heart and let Harry know about the mirror in advance. In the world line after he influenced it, Dumbledore might even talk to Harry directly about the Philosopher's Stone.

These Basil cannot be stopped without exposing his control over Hogwarts.

Even if he asked Harry not to go out for a night walk, it would mean that he didn't make good use of the invisibility cloak.

But who knows, one day, on Harry's way to dinner, he might be taken to the room with the Mirror of Erised by the shaking stairs.

Lucius Malfoy, that bastard, had added unnecessary touches - the handwriting on the note and the format and tone of his speech all imitated Dumbledore's.

After Harry and Dumbledore meet and learn the origin of the Invisibility Cloak note, the matter of the diary will inevitably be exposed.

In this way, it was inevitable that the diary would be given to Dumbledore for inspection and then destroyed.

However, the card's Riddle did not reveal his identity to the original Riddle in the diary.

But what if Riddle, the original owner of the diary, noticed it?

Dumbledore definitely had a few words with it when he destroyed it.

Therefore, the diary originally needed to be destroyed.

A suitable plan that would be acceptable to Dumbledore.

After being controlled, he went to the secret room, and then relied on plants to get rid of the control. The diary was bitten through by the basilisk. This plan must be very suitable.

And the people who witnessed it all.

Basil looked up and whispered, "Harry, I recently discovered a secret passage."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 63 A Gift for Hermione

"Secret passage?" A voice came from the air.

Just now Harry had discovered the use of the Invisibility Cloak and put it on.

"Where's the secret passage? Do Fred and George know? Where is it?"

The corners of Bajir's mouth curled up slightly, "It's a secret passage that they don't know about either. It's on the third floor, in Myrtle's bathroom."

A headless Harry appeared, "Girls' bathroom?"

He took off his hat, his eyes filled with curiosity and confusion.

After a moment, the kindness in his heart convinced him, "Today is Christmas, how about we go another day?"

"That's fine." Baqir rolled his eyes.

I casually opened a package and found a reddish-brown book.

It says "Magic Theory: Why We Abandon It."

Harry saw it too.

He smiled and said, "It must be a gift from Hermione. She is still trying to convince you that the Great Wizard is just the fantasy of your ancestors and not a real person."

"Yes." Bajir pulled out a note from the book.

It clearly reads: [I think this book will be very useful to you. Hermione Granger]

"I think I need to go out."

Hammersmith and Fulham is a borough in West London. It is close to the Thames River, bordering Kensington and Chelsea to the east, Brent to the north, and Ealing and Hounslow to the west. Because of its advantageous geographical location, the area has historically been a residential area for the upper class. Now it is the residence of many middle-class people.

The Granger family, whose husband is a dentist, lives in this community.

Although the famous Chelsea Football Club is named after the Chelsea district in London, in fact their stadium is not located in the Chelsea district, but in the Fulham district.

Therefore, people living in this area, due to influence from the environment and following the crowd, are mostly fans of Chelsea Football Club, or they like football.

But Hermione didn't like football.

Christmas is also a time for visiting relatives and friends and giving each other gifts.

Now the house is filled with many relatives whose names she can't even remember, watching football games and discussing football topics.

In the past, she could still show off her studies and what books she had read to interrupt.

But now. Pull out the magic wand and make the apple grow arms and legs and dance the cha-cha?

This is a violation of the protection law!

She could only walk outside the house alone, under the fir tree covered with snow, and look into the distance.

She stroked her hand along the rough bark. "If I had known, I wouldn't have come home for Christmas, Bajir."

boom!

The trees began to tremble and snow fell.

The next second, Hermione's brown hair and clothes were covered in white.

Her eyes narrowed, emitting anger as she looked around for the person who had kicked the tree.

Then, from the left came a “Hi!”

Hermione turned her head.

The anger turned into smoke and dissipated into the air.

The blond boy leaned against the wall with a smile on his face. He was like a human-shaped stove. As she approached, the snowflakes that had just covered his body turned into steam, and a warmth surged onto his red, frozen little hands.

Although she knew that this was a special ability brought by Bagir's body that was not afraid of wind and snow and could turn his eyes into golden vertical pupils.

But for some reason, she always felt that this was brought about by the inexplicable warmth in her heart.

She looked down at her toes and whispered, "Long time no see."

"How long?" The blond boy counted on his fingers. "One day, two days, four days in total. How long?"

Hermione's little face puffed up, her breathing became rapid, her big front teeth rubbed against the hot air, and she made a "fufu" sound again.

She raised her head. "You haven't explained the gift yet! Aren't you staying in school? And how do you know where I live?"

Under extreme shame, the wise brain regained the upper hand.

She suddenly remembered that the gifts from the magical world she received today had not yet been counted.

Considering that Bagir is coming here now, there is at least a 70% chance that he is going to give the gift to himself.

Sure enough, the next second.

Bagir took out a package out of thin air from behind his butt.

"Here's the gift." Baqir raised his eyebrows.

If he hadn't spent 100 gems to light up Hermione's house, he would have been scared to see that the packages hadn't been moved.

He smiled crookedly and said, "But this is the second gift. You should have received the first gift a long time ago."

This is a lie! In fact, the so-called first gift was bought from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and put in Hermione's room. Of course, even so, he maintained the good habit of withdrawing money from the Lestrange family.

If Neville knew, he would definitely kneel down on the spot and call Badger "Dad" (the four people who tortured Neville's parents to death, Crouch Jr., and the three Lestranges: Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband and brother-in-law).

"Ah?" Hermione played dumb, "Really? I don't believe it."

But even so, when he took the gift, he did not forget to touch Bagir's hand.

Hey, head down!

Bajir really wanted to write a short essay and post it online.

The format is: Family, a speechless incident has happened! I kindly gave a girl a gift, but was scapegoated and taken advantage of by a lowly girl. Are you okay? I just wanted to ask for help. I really would thank you. It's really lowly. Family, who understands.

But the current underdeveloped Internet and the usefulness of Hermione Echo still saved her.

She opened the gift.

Inside was a plain blue cloak.

Her eyes were almost narrowed into slits, but she still complained: "It's just a cloak."

"Anti-curse cloak. It has an Shield Charm that can deflect simple evil curses. It is very useful for wizards who don't know how to cast the Shield Charm, or who have slow reactions but haven't mastered the technique of injecting mental power into the magical magnetic field." Bajir replied.

Before Basil could finish his words, Hermione had already put on her cloak.

She waved her hands, "Try to cast a curse on me."

Bajir waved his wand in cooperation, and a beam of green light shot onto the cloak, then bounced onto the fir tree nearby.

A crystal clear slug emerged from where it was hit.

"It's really useful!" Hermione almost jumped up and down. "What's the first gift?"

"A very interesting magic." Bajir kept it a secret.

He looked at the snowy sky in a troubled manner and said, "By the way, aren't you going to invite me in?"

Hermione's face flushed. "There are other people here. I mean, there are relatives other than my parents who don't know much about the wizarding world. How about we go to Diagon Alley. It's very close to Paddington Station."

In fact, he knows.

He was just teasing Hermione.

Finally, Hermione trotted into the room.

Tell your parents that there is an event in Diagon Alley attended by Lockhart, a well-known adventurer in the wizarding world.

After being allowed to go alone, she ran out with a red face.

They boarded the train together and arrived at the Leaky Cauldron.

By the way, Bagel gave Old Tom a useful wand sheath.

Next, they spent the entire afternoon in Flourish and Blotts (spending two Sickles reading books).

When it was almost time for dinner, he sent Hermione back home.

Of course, he didn't alert Hermione that there was a tall man and beautiful woman peeking behind the window.

He returned to Hogwarts as the bell rang to signal the start of the Christmas dinner.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 64 I am Parseltongue

Late at night, in the dormitory.

Bagir dozed off.

But at this moment, he was not thinking about his trip to Diagon Alley with Hermione during the day.

Nor do I recall the delicious food at Christmas dinner: a hundred fat roast turkeys, mountains of roast meat and boiled potatoes, plates of delicious sausages, bowls of buttered peas, dishes of rich gravy and lingonberry sauce...

Every few steps on the dining table, there would be a loud bang like a cannon explosion, emitting blue smoke that swallowed the whole person, and inside the firecrackers were gift bags containing little white mice, top hat wizard chess and other gifts.

In fact, he was watching Harry.

Don't get me wrong, he was not infected by the gay culture in England. He just didn't know whether Harry would wear the invisible cloak tonight, whether he would encounter the Mirror of Erised tonight, and whether he would talk to Dumbledore tonight.