Chapter 168 The Mysterious Notebook

Chapter 168 The Mysterious Notebook

Riddle's gold medal was polished and kept in a display case, and it didn't say that it was awarded to Riddle for anything.

"This is very unusual. A normal award always has a reason. This is the significance of the award." Harry said with some excitement. This is another great doubt. There is no reason for the award, which is very rare.

"This proves that the reason for the award is not visible, and that year happened to be when the heir of Slytherin was expelled, and a student died in the school. What could be more worthy of a special contribution than this?" Hermione said clearly. .

There are dead students in the academy, chaos occurs, and only such a thing can award a special contribution award, but can't write a specific description on the trophy.

They also found Riddle's name on a list of boys' chairmen, and an old Merit Medal that belonged to Riddle.

"Looks like he's very similar to Percy." Ron wrinkled his nose in disgust. "He's a prefect, he's the president of the student council, and maybe he's number one in his homework."

"Looking at your tone, is this something bad?" Hermione's awareness as an honor student immediately felt a thorn in Ron's words.

"Absolutely not." Ron pulled himself out immediately, "I mean, maybe you can ask George, he might find something." w$ww.cf≦wx.n±et found a way to divert your eyes.

"That's right, since we can't see anything, it's better to ask George." Harry decided to do so, and if he had something to ask for an expert.

George is in a good mood, and it seems that something good happened during Christmas. He was no longer busy in the past, but read some myths and legends leisurely.

Listening to Harry and the others' intentions, George closed a thick tome, and on the cover was vaguely the words "The Minutes of Life and Death in the Underworld".

Harry knew the individual words, and when they were put together, Harry was completely stunned. What kind of story is this, I have never heard of the magical world and the underworld, it seems to be something from a fairy tale.

"So, you found a magic book that may hide the secret of the heir to Slytherin." George said in a flat tone, as if he didn't care much about it.

"We've tried many ways, but we haven't been able to find out the secret." Harry said in a solemn tone, taking out the book, the crumpled, tattered and old Tom Riddle's notebook, from his pocket.

"But I have a special feeling that it's not simple and even has a special connection to me."

Hearing this, George's expression changed slightly, and he said, "You are doing the right thing, Harry, wizards are not ordinary people, and wizards' intuition has a special meaning. So, don't ignore your intuition." He took the notebook , and start flipping through it.

Harry, Ron, Hermione stared at George, what would he find.

Immediately, they were so shocked that they could not close their mouths. They had to cover their mouths tightly with their hands to prevent themselves from screaming.

There was a flame in George's eyes, a real flame, a beating, burning black flame, covering the entire eye socket. There were no eyeballs and whites in his eyes, only a blazing black flame.

Under the gaze of George's black flames, the tattered and crumpled notebook seemed to be isolated from the whole world.

It became flickering, looming, even Harry three saw it, black smoke visible to the naked eye on the notebook. The smoke was wrapped in a ball, and under George's gaze, it resisted, annihilated, and made no sound, but they could feel the huge and terrible magic fluctuations brought about by annihilation.

"I found something interesting, do you want to see it?" George seemed to be asking for their opinions.

"Since George said he could see, naturally there would be no danger." Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other and made a decision. Didn't they come to George to find out the truth? How can you back down now.

They made a decision, George waved at them gently, and the endless darkness enveloped them in an instant, and the sky was spinning.

Harry felt himself stepping over a swirling patch of light and color, and it wasn't until his feet landed on solid ground that he realized. He looked around immediately, Hermione and Ron were not around.

He was a little flustered, but calmed down quickly. Since George arranged for them to come in, there should be no danger. Maybe they will meet soon.

At this time, Harry had already reacted. Where he was, he saw the portraits of sleeping on the wall, the circular room. In his memory, there was only one place that matched this place, which was Dumbledore's headmaster's office.

But Dumbledore wasn't here at this time. Sitting behind the table was a frail, shriveled old wizard, with only a few white hairs on his bald head.

The old wizard was reading a letter by candlelight. Harry believed that there was no such person in his memory. He said nervously, "I'm sorry, I didn't come in on purpose."

But the old wizard didn't respond, didn't even lift his head, his spirit was between the lines on the letter in his hand, and he was still frowning slightly.

"Can I go?" Harry didn't want to quarrel with the other party, but he had to ask the other party for instructions.

"I'm sorry I disturbed you, can I go now?" Harry raised his volume, almost shouting. But then he groaned, and he still didn't hear it.

"I can't reach him?" Harry quietly tried to touch a book on the table, and he passed through it. He is like a ghost, completely unable to touch the things here.

At this point, the old wizard sighed, folded the letter, stood up, and walked past Harry. The old wizard didn't notice his existence at all, and just pulled the curtains open.

The sky outside the window is a bright red sunset, and the light and shadow of the sunset are very mysterious and wonderful. The old wizard returned to the table, sat down, looked at the door, and waited quietly for something.

Harry continued to survey the office. There is no Phoenix Fox here, nor those silver gadgets, this should be the information hidden in the notebook, Hogwarts fifty years ago.

Harry didn't know how the notebook recorded this scene, but he probably knew what George meant by sending them here. They can discover the experiences of that time through the memories in the book.

"Dong dong dong!" Someone knocked on the door outside the office.

"Come in!" The old wizard's voice was weak, and a boy of about sixteen came in. He took off his pointed hat and bowed deeply, looking polite. With a gleaming silver prefect badge pinned to his chest, he was considerably taller than Harry, with jet black hair.

(To be continued.)