Selling Someone Out Without a Sound

When Riddle and Dippet's conversation touched on the attack, Harry had to put aside his meager sympathy and listen intently, afraid of missing any details.

After hearing this, Harry's eyes twitched slightly, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

At that time, a little girl died, and for safety reasons, the Ministry of Magic planned to close Hogwarts. At that time, Tom would have to leave the school and live in that orphanage.

His current situation is not much better than that of Riddle back then. If another attack occurs, history may repeat itself. Once Hogwarts closes, he will have to continue his miserable life at his uncle's house.

Unless, as Riddle suggested, the culprit who opened the Chamber of Secrets is caught, all of this ends, and the school's safety is guaranteed.

Unfortunately, the Riddle never mentions who the successor to the Chamber of Secrets is.

After leaving the Headmaster's Office, Harry continued to follow Riddle and noticed that his expression gradually changed from hesitation to determination, as if he had made up his mind.

At that moment Dumbledore from fifty years ago suddenly appeared on the road that Riddle sure to take. "It's not good to be out so late, Tom."

"I had to see the principal, sir."

"Alright, go to bed now. It's best not to wander around the hallways these days." Dumbledore stared at Riddle for a few seconds, then said goodnight and went up a flight of stairs.

After turning a corner and making sure no one was around, Riddle quickened his pace.

Harry followed him through the dark corridor until they finally stopped in front of a door.

Riddle drew his Wand and rudely opened the door. "Good evening, Hagrid. I have to report you."

I know you didn't kill intentionally, it's just..."

"No, you don't understand." As young Hagrid spoke, he used his Giant body to block a wooden crate behind him.

"The girl who died, her father will be here tomorrow." Riddle pointed his Wand at Hagrid. "Hogwarts must ensure that whoever killed their daughter is brought to justice."

"No, it's not that. Aragog has never killed anyone, never," Hagrid explained urgently.

"You can't keep monsters as pets!"

Get out of the way!

"No!"

"Get out of the way, Hagrid."

"No!"

Unable to contain himself any longer, Riddle waved his Wand and shouted, "Treasure Reveal!"

A sudden burst of light shone on the box behind Hagrid, and a huge spider emerged from it.

This spider has eight Winky eyes and sharp pincers. After it appeared, it rushed frantically towards the door, its legs making a rustling sound as it ran aimlessly.

"Spider Strike!"

A beam of white light shot out from the Wand, but it managed to dodge it.

Riddle Hagrid on him, grabbed his Wand, and knocked him to the ground, giving Aragog enough time to escape.

The memory ended there. Harry felt a dizzying sensation as everything spun around him, and all around him was darkness.

After a sudden feeling of falling, Harry landed on his bed, and it took him a while to come to his senses.

He stared at the open Diary, his mind racing as he pondered Riddle's memories from fifty years ago. He finally understood who Aaron had mentioned as the one who had been expelled from Slytherin fifty years ago, the one considered the Heir of Slytherin.

Rubeus Hagrid, he should have thought of this long ago.

After taking several deep breaths, Harry composed himself and hesitated for a moment before writing in his Diary: "Tom, I really don't want to say this, but Hagrid was wronged."

The Diary contained jumbled words. "Impossible. No one but that monster would harm students, and there haven't been any attacks since Hagrid was expelled."

"Aaron has already investigated and found out," Harry wrote. "The monster in the Chamber of Secrets is Basilisk."

The Diary seemed to fall silent for a few seconds before new words appeared. "What is Basilisk?"

"A Magical Creatures with an extremely long lifespan. Making eye contact with it will result in death, and even indirect eye contact will result in being stoned. It is the monster that Salazar Slytherin kept."

After the writing disappeared, the Diary was flipped through rapidly, appearing extremely agitated. "You mean I wronged a student and let the real culprit go unpunished?"

Ha Qi pursed his lips, feeling huge anger and guilt just from the word .

"I'm afraid so. The Heir of Slytherin is cunning. You were just trying to protect the school, so don't feel guilty."

Furthermore, Dumbledore arranged for Hagrid to take up the post of grove keeper, and he continued to live at Hogwarts.

"That's good. I owe him an apology."

However, Harry Potter, I hope you won't tell him about me, because it will trigger bad memories for him. Hagrid is actually quite vulnerable.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then wrote, "Don't worry, I have an inch."

"Thanks!

By the way, can you tell me who Aaron is?

I'm very curious about what kind of Warlock could find the Basilisk.

Harry smiled slightly, dipped his pen in ink, and said, "Aaron Gaius, he is a good friend of mine, a very fine Slytherin."

However, I think I did something really wrong that I really let him down. I can sense that he's become more distant from us than before.

Everyone makes mistakes, but mistakes can be corrected and misunderstandings can be resolved.

Time is the best healer; it can heal all wounds.

If you treat others with sincerity, you will definitely regain your friendship in the shortest amount of time.

Harry's eyes lit up when he read those few words.

During this time, he, Ron, and Hermione did try to comfort each other, but since they had all made a mistake together, even the most optimistic words carried a pessimistic tone.

Compared to that, the comfort from a close senior alumnus is a powerful tonic, pure chicken soup for the soul.

"Thank you, Tom, I feel much better now."

"I personally think you need to be stronger. There's no hurdle in this world that you can't overcome."

Harry nodded, considering the potential problems they might face. He continued writing, "Besides that memory, do you have any other clues related to the Secret Chamber?"

Soon, a few neat lines of text appeared on the blank page. "That's all, but I can give you some valuable advice, provided that you tell me what you know."

I need to atone for the mistakes I made fifty years ago; only by capturing the true heir will I be qualified to apologize to Rubeus Hagrid.

Harry hesitated for a while before reluctantly deciding to grant Riddle's request.

Firstly, Riddle was very similar to him, giving him a warm and trustworthy feeling.

Secondly, this is just a diary entry, and even if more information is obtained, it won't cause any harm.

Thirdly, he—no, to be precise, they—did indeed need some helpers to find the real culprit behind the crime, Riddle undoubtedly possessed this ability.

"I can tell you, but you have to promise me you won't tell anyone else."

Another line appeared in the diary. "I swear on my father's surname."

Having received a satisfactory reply, Harry wrote down all the clues he knew in his diary, "Besides the Basilisk, Aaron also gave us a list of possible Heir of Slytherin, which includes not only Pure-blood wizard, but also some Half-blood Warlock, and the Weasley family sisters."

Unfortunately, we found nothing.

There are also places that could be Secret Chamber, but we have checked those as well. Only the Forbidden Forest and Black Lake remain.

Aaron didn't tell us all the clues; he was extremely secretive about the last possible location and refused to say anything.

"Perhaps there's something he can't say about it!"

Everyone has their own secrets; you should try to understand them.

"I know that." Harry shrugged, his quill pen hovering over the diary page for a moment before continuing to write, "Tom, do you have any way to help us?"

"No, but don't act rashly for now."

"Aaron thought so too. He was afraid that the real culprit would fight Hogwarts to the death, and he wouldn't let us notify Dumbledore unless absolutely necessary."

"He is right, and you need to stay calm at this time."

"Remain unchanged amidst all changes; if the mastermind dares to harm someone again, they will inevitably slip up."

"But we can't just risk our lives like this!" Harry wrote anxiously. "I'm not unaware that Dumbledore will make the real culprit wary, but that's precisely why I want to take the initiative."

"Then you only have one choice."

A line of text caught Harry's attention, and before he could ask, another line appeared:

"Go find Hagrid. He has good relationships with many magical creatures. With his help, your investigation of the Forbidden Forest might be easier."

"But how am I supposed to tell Hagrid?" Harry wrote with a worried expression.

Hagrid was wrongfully fired fifty years ago because he kept a Fantastic Beasts. Aaron had to keep it a secret for him. If he were to mention the Secret Chamber of Secrets and ask him to help investigate, what difference would it make from reopening old wounds?

"This is indeed a bit difficult, but I believe you will handle it well, as long as you do it properly."

My time is running out, goodbye.

After writing two lines, I quickly flipped through the diary and closed it again.

Looking at the black cover, Harry didn't think much of it, guessing that the magic in the diary had been used up too much!

But it's alright, Riddle has already told him enough and given him enough encouragement. He can just keep investigating.

At the same time, Aaron, who was practicing Magic Array in the Slytherin Common Room, suddenly shuddered, his right hand holding the pen trembled violently, and the diagram of a high-level Magic Array was completely ruined.

Aaron frowned slightly as he looked at the Mars on the table.

This kind of thing has never happened before, and he doesn't easily get distracted when he's fully focused.

Could this be some kind of the Grim sign?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

He believed he was well hidden and posed no threat to anyone, so no one would be foolish enough to have designs on him.