This Theory Makes Perfect Sense

In an empty classroom, Harry gathered Aaron, Ron, Hermione together and eagerly told them the secret of Riddle's Diary.

After hearing his story, Hermione and Ron looked at Aaron simultaneously. "You knew all along that Hagrid was innocent?"

"Obviously." Aaron shrugged. "First of all, Hagrid is now too honest and too kind. Fifty years ago, he was about the same age as us, and it would have been impossible for him to let monsters kill people."

Secondly, Hagrid is Giant. Even if Salazar Slytherin's judgment was terrible, he should have at least chosen a normal person!

His successor must at least be Half-blood Warlock, not Half-Giant.

"And what do you think about Hagrid...?" Harry hesitated for a moment before asking, "Is there anything he didn't tell you?"

"Perhaps he does, but he doesn't know the location of the Secret Chamber of Secrets, nor who the heir is." Aaron sighed with some regret, then looked at Harry, "What about Tom Riddle's Diary?"

If I could, I'd also like to take a trip through his memories; maybe I can find clues you missed.

"I'm afraid that won't work." Harry forced a smile. "The magic in the Diary might not be enough; it will need time to recover."

"What a pity."

After a brief discussion, the group decided not to disturb Hagrid for the time being.

The current situation is relatively stable, and there have been no attacks for a long time.

They didn't need to reopen Hagrid's wounds by asking him to help them find a possible Secret Chamber in the dangerous Forbidden Forest.

During the Easter, second-grade students begin choosing courses for their third-grade studies.

Aaron looked at the class schedule that Professor Snape had handed out and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

In addition to the compulsory subjects that correspond to the second-year curriculum, there are five elective courses to choose from: Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Muggle Studies.

After thinking for a moment, Aaron wrote his name after each course.

It's essential to learn Care of Magical Creatures, since he's a Warlock. If he doesn't understand the habits, abilities, preferences, and weaknesses of those Fantastic Beasts, he'll inevitably suffer losses in the future.

In just these two school years, we've encountered several Fantastic Beasts: Unicorn, Centaurs, Three-headed Dog, Troll, Dragon, Basilisk. It's easy to imagine that we'll encounter even more in the future.

Aaron was also somewhat interested in divination and arithmetic; in this world, metaphysics was more convincing than science.

He has already experienced the benefits of Ancient Runes and the Dragon Language. Perhaps he will be able to use another foreign language he learns in the future.

As for the final Muggle Studies, Aaron didn't care. His understanding of Muggle was definitely among the top ten at Hogwarts.

In the world of martial arts, having more skills is never a bad thing. Since this course is on the schedule, it must have its value.

"Aaron, are you mistaken?" Draco asked, puzzled. "If you select all the options, you won't be able to finish all the classes."

"I know," Aaron said nonchalantly. "But that's for ordinary people. I'm the kind of person who attended twenty-nine tutoring classes during the holidays. Five elective courses are really nothing to me."

"This is different."

Each elective course has a fixed time slot, and sometimes two or even three classes may be offered at the same time. Therefore, logically, each student can choose a maximum of three elective courses.

"That's you guys." Aaron pointed to his eyes. "I'm very confident I can keep up with every course."

Draco paused for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile. "Why am I worrying about this? I completely forgot you have a photographic memory!"

Aaron shrugged, but there was something he didn't say.

By the next semester, he should have mastered the magic of the Thought Form. With his main body and his alter ego combined, there's no reason he wouldn't be able to pass a few elective courses.

What courses did you sign up for?

"I can't compare to you." Draco chuckled self-deprecatingly, then pushed his schedule in front of Aaron. "I'm just a mortal, and I can only learn in a mortal way."

Aaron glanced at it briefly: Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, and Ancient Runes.

"Not bad, decent, and shows a good understanding of his own limitations."

"Many people make this choice; I bet no one in the entire school would do what you did."

"Perhaps!"

The first Quidditch Match of the semester was Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff, and Wood insisted that the team train every day, even on rainy days.

The intense training gave the Gryffindor House Team a lot of confidence, and they were even confident that they could compete with Slytherin, not to mention the Hufflepuff House Team, which was weaker than them to begin with.

However, the day before the match, Harry saw a flustered Neville Longbottom right after training. "Harry, I don't know who did it. You'd better come and see for yourself."

Harry's good mood vanished instantly as he pushed open the dormitory door.

His suitcase was opened, his clothes were scattered everywhere, the drawers were pulled open, and everything was dumped out. Even worse, his bed sheets and blankets were also brutally torn off.

Anyone who didn't know the situation would probably think he was robbed, and not just for money, but for his sexual assault.

Ron walked in and, seeing the utterly chaotic scene, gaped in astonishment. "What happened here?"

"I don't know." Harry said as he spread out his sheets and blankets, and then picked up the things on the floor one by one and put them into the box.

"It looks like someone is looking for something?"

Harry paused for a moment, carefully checked his bedside table, and found that a black diary was missing, which made his heart sink slightly.

"He has already searched for it; Tom Riddle's diary is missing."

"What?"

The two exchanged a glance, then immediately left the dormitory and went to the Common Room, where they found Hermione reading a book.

"Something's happened, Hermione," Harry said, slightly out of breath. "Riddle's Diary has been stolen."

Hermione was surprised for a moment, but then calmed down. "It must be someone from Gryffindor. Outsiders don't know our secrets, unless the person who did it wasn't a student."

I think we need to get this message out to Aaron as soon as possible.

"It's already dark, so we can't leave the Common Room."

"Let's do it tomorrow. He should be there during the Quidditch Match."

Upon hearing this, Hermione and Ron nodded in agreement.

On the first day, after breakfast, Wood enthusiastically invited the Gryffindor House Team members to the locker room and briefly explained the tactics from the blackboard.

"This time we're going to play our style, Hufflepuff is no match for us."

We are stronger, faster, and smarter.

As it approached 11 o'clock, Harry picked up his Nimbus 2000, changed into a red robe in the locker room, and prepared to go.

Meanwhile, Hermione and Ron found Aaron, who was sitting in the stands like everyone else, ready to watch the game, with a Dragon Cub wrapped in a green apron in his arms.

"It's really not easy to find you," Ron said as he walked over. "We have something urgent to tell you."

"Have you found any leads?"

"This... I don't know if it counts as a clue." Hermione said with a serious expression, "It's Harry, no, Tom Riddle's diary that has been stolen."

Upon hearing this, Aaron immediately stood up. "Walter... when?"

"It must have been yesterday, in Harry's dormitory."

"It was stolen in the dormitory? Then it must have been Gryffindor who did it."

"I think so too."

"Think about it carefully, which Gryffindor knows that Harry has such a diary?"

Hermione and Ron exchanged bewildered glances; they really didn't know the answer.

Aaron could tell from their expressions that he couldn't count on them, so he sighed and said speechlessly, "Let's ask Harry instead! Maybe we can make a breakthrough in our progress."

Hermione realized what she meant and was immediately shocked. "You mean the Gryffindor who stole the diary is suspicious?"

"There's a high probability that no one would bother stealing an ordinary diary for no reason. But a diary that records clues about the Secret Chamber of Secrets from fifty years ago is a different story, especially for Hogwarts now," Aaron said meaningfully. "This person is most likely the Heir of Slytherin. He knows there are things recorded in the diary, but he can't decipher them himself, so..."

"That's why I was thinking of destroying the diary," Hermione chimed in. "That makes sense!"

He probably knew that ordinary methods wouldn't destroy it, so he threw it into the weeping Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom, intending to flush it down the drain and bury the secret of the Secret Chamber forever, but he didn't succeed.

Later, he unexpectedly discovered that Harry had taken the diary. Fearing that Harry would uncover the secret, he seized an opportunity to steal it.

"Haha!" Ron laughed gleefully. "This heir is really pathetic. He doesn't know that there are no clues in the diary, so he's destined to have wasted his time."

"To be honest, Ron, sometimes I really admire you." Aaron looked at him seriously and said, "The Heir of Slytherin, the culprit behind several attacks, is in Gryffindor. He can even easily sneak into Harry's dormitory and steal his diary without being discovered."

"A ticking time bomb is living right next to you, and you can still laugh."

Ron's expression froze, and he couldn't help but swallow. So, Gryffindor was the most dangerous one after all!

Hermione's expression was also quite unpleasant. There were also Pure-blood Gryffindor, but she Muggle-born, so she was probably already on the heir's kill list.

"I hope Harry still remembers who discovered this diary."

"Don't get too excited," Aaron said, pouring cold water on Hermione's enthusiasm. "This is all just speculation; there might be other reasons!"

"Even if the person who stole the diary isn't the Heir of Slytherin, they must have some connection to the heir," Hermione said confidently.

"What you said makes a lot of sense. We need to find him first before we can draw a conclusion." Halfway through his sentence, Aaron suddenly seemed to hear something, and his lips twitched involuntarily. "This is bad."

"What's wrong?" Ron asked, puzzled.

Aaron pointed to Abei, who was standing on the floor in a wary pose, "It told me that after several months, the Heir of Slytherin has released the Basilisk again."