Chapter 232 Sorry, Tom, for interrupting your secret meeting!
After Lockhart packed his luggage, seeing that Sacia hadn't come back, he opened the door and walked out of the room, ready to go to the kitchen and let the house elves make some pastries for supper.
If he had any nostalgia for Hogwarts, it was probably just the delicious kitchen.
Lockhart walked along the corridor to the stairs, and at the corner, he heard hurried footsteps.
Thinking of the recent attack at Hogwarts, he hurriedly stopped at the crossroads, leaned his back against the wall, squatted down, and quietly looked into the distance.
A figure walked through a very hidden secret door and walked towards the stairs.
Lockhart looked from a distance and found that it was... Harry Potter.
Lockhart knew that the secret door was the shortcut from Gryffindor Tower to the main castle, and now Harry walked out of the secret door and was walking up the stairs.
What are you doing in the main castle instead of staying in Gryffindor Tower in the middle of the night?
Night tour... When is it now, do you still dare to come out for night tour?
Lockhart also heard about Harry's probation at school, and if Night Tour was caught, he would be expelled.
Lockhart suddenly remembered that when Filch was attacked, Harry was at the scene of the crime for the first time. Could it be that...
In an instant, he made up a lot of content in his brain!
Lockhart regained his energy immediately, and tiptoed along. He had cheated countless times in his life, and none of the stories really belonged to him.
But if Harry is caught and proven to be the attacker, that's a different story.
Lockhart will become the hero who saves Hogwarts. He will step from a well-known British wizard to a world-renowned wizard. I am afraid that the Order of Merlin, First Class, will be within his grasp.
I have suffered so much, so I bloomed for tonight!
Lockhart followed Harry at a distance, step by step across the building to the eighth floor.
Is he going to the principal's office? Lockhart was suspicious again.
He hid in a corner, watching Harry silently, when suddenly his body stiffened.
A figure appeared behind Lockhart, and when he was about to pass by him, that person suddenly stretched out his hand, put his arm around Lockhart's neck, and dragged him forward like that.
After walking a few steps, Yue Mo disliked his burdensomeness, the figure pushed him lightly, and Lockhart fell to the ground.
Lockhart looked up to see a handsome young wizard with a faint smile on his face, his wand raised in his hand.
"I didn't want to kill too much tonight, but I didn't expect you to come to my door... let's go."
A rope wrapped around Lockhart and gagged him.
The young wizard walked towards a wall. After he walked through it several times, a door appeared, and he pushed it open.
The confused Harry and the bound Lockhart were both brought into the Room of Requirement by the young wizard.
After entering, there is a spacious room with walls made of marble and yellow bricks, surrounded by a pile of torches, a row of candles and two floor lamps.
Next to the wall is a row of oak bookshelves, on which are rows of magic books covered in sheepskin:
Research on Potions, Encyclopedia of Poisons, Mysterious Secrets of Magic, Herbs and Witchcraft, The Journey of the Potion Girl...
There are new and old potions books, all-encompassing and full of wonders, and there is even a clay tablet translation of ancient Semitic potions.
There were dozens of crucibles in the room, many of which were broken and piled up in the corner. One of the crucibles that was intact was still bubbling and filled with thick steam.
The young wizard waved his wand, and Harry awoke from a deep sleep, his eyes wide open and his face dazed.
Harry quickly saw Professor Lockhart who was tied up. He ran over and shouted, "Professor, are you all right? Who tied you up."
"He's fine." A voice said.
Harry turned his head and saw a young wizard standing beside the cauldron. He was tall and extremely handsome, with shiny black hair that framed his neatly trimmed face.
Harry asked warily, "Where is this?"
"The Room of Requirement." The young wizard whispered: "Harry Potter, you are very lucky to be able to share this secret room."
"Who are you?"
"The owner of the diary."
"Tom Riddle?" Harry asked in disbelief.
The diary was from fifty years ago, but Tom Riddle would never have been more than sixteen like this.
"Are you a ghost?" Harry asked uncertainly, knowing that ghosts would retain their appearance forever.
"I am a piece of soul, and a memory, preserved in a diary for fifty years," said Tom quietly:
"Not long ago, I absorbed the life of a servant, so I became much stronger and gained some strength... I can move independently from the diary."
"servant?"
"That's right." Tom played with Harry's wand, he said with a smile: "To be precise, he is my servant in the future...I am the past incarnation of his master."
Harry was dumbfounded.
"When that servant found me, I also had the same expression as you." Tom raised his mouth and said:
"But I accepted it quickly. He is a capable assistant. He helped me attack four wizards under Dumbledore's eyes..."
"Attack?!" Harry yelled, "You attacked Dean and the others? Are you the heir of Slytherin?"
"That's right, that's right." Tom nodded and said with a smile, "For the sake of our first meeting, I can tell you another little secret."
"What secret?" Harry asked warily.
"I extracted a lot of fear, and brewed those powers into potions according to an ancient magic." Tom pointed to the cauldron beside him and said with a smile:
"Tonight, I'm going to pour it into a host to help me breed silence."
"Silence?"
"That's right, Harry Potter, that's why I summoned you here." Tom whispered in a calm and soft voice:
"Silence is the climax of tonight, and I can't wait... But before that, we have to have some foreplay, let each other relax and not be so nervous."
Harry quietly rummaged through his wand.
Tom noticed his small movements, and he said with a smile on his face: "Don't look for it, your wand is in my hand... If you cooperate with me to do something, I can return the wand to you."
"What do you want me to do?!" Harry asked looking up.
"It's very simple. I just shared my secret with you. Tonight..." Tom said, pulling one side of his mouth and grinning, "You have to share some secrets with me too."
"What secret?" Harry asked, confused.
"For example..." Tom squinted at the scar on Harry's head and said, "
"A baby, without any particularly magical magic, how do you defeat the greatest wizard who ever lived?
How could you have escaped unscathed and left with only a scar while Voldemort's powers were destroyed? "
"You let Lockhart go first." Harry said loudly, "Get him out of here!"
"He left here, didn't he notify the professor?"
"If you don't let him go, I won't tell you!" Harry insisted.
"I can't help you right now." Tom stood up, and he said with a chuckle: "You are my guest now, and I am a very convincing host."
"What do you want?" Harry stepped back.
"I've heard a saying before that a naked person has few secrets, but a skinned person has no secrets." Tom's eyes flashed coldly.
"Since you refuse to share the secret with me, I can only resort to violence. Although that is my least favorite way, but...time is limited tonight, baby!"
But at this moment, a red light flashed and landed on the boiling cauldron, the potion exploded in all directions, and the room seemed to be rained red.
"Who?!" Tom asked loudly.
A blond boy slowly emerged, Rove smiled and said:
"Sorry, Tom Riddle, for interrupting your secret meeting with Harry... I just happened to pass by."
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