Lockhart used his extravagantly designed Peacock Quill to constantly vent his dissatisfaction in his Diary.
"The Hogwarts rooster has vanished! We can't find it anywhere!"
"The chicken coop was full of disgusting chicken feathers and chicken droppings!"
"Oh my god, these boots are brand new!"
"And these foolish students, it's just a friendly match they lost, and they dare to talk bad about me behind my back over such a small thing?"
After filling a page, Lockhart turned the page and continued writing.
"How can you blame me for losing a friendly match? It has nothing to do with me!"
"It's clearly Corner who's incompetent, Longbottom's cowardly, and Harry Potter —he's a complete idiot! How dare they so blatantly fix the match!"
Why don't they look at their own problems?
Tom Riddle fell silent in his Diary.
He thought angrily, "You're the biggest idiot!"
If you weren't still somewhat useful, how could I tolerate you, this idiot, constantly disgusting me!
Stop wiping your Diary with your filthy sleeves, you idiot!
After Lockhart vented his emotions, he waited a while, and after the writing he had made slowly disappeared, nothing appeared in the Diary.
He picked up his pen again, puzzled, and wrote, "What's wrong, Tom? Why aren't you saying anything?"
A line of text appeared twitching on the Diary, the handwriting so messy it was illegible.
[I'm so sorry, Professor Lockhart. I'm so angry I can barely write. How could they treat you like this!]
Lockhart looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, pouting in grievance.
"Exactly! If only you were here." Lockhart shook his head as he wrote, "With the two of us together, no one could stand against us!"
"Even the Voldemort's been touted as incredibly powerful is probably nothing more than a stray dog in our eyes. Defeating him is just a trivial matter in the grand scheme of things!"
Lockhart, having reached this point, leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and hummed smugly.
It seemed as if he had truly witnessed himself being worshipped as a god of magic.
Only someone as understanding, intelligent, and eager to learn as Tom is qualified to be his student.
Weasley and Potter are nothing but idiots!
"Why are you silent again, Tom?" Lockhart frowned as he wrote in his Diary. "Am I wrong?"
The words in the Diary appeared and then disappeared.
After a long while, a line of messy, dog-chewed words slowly appeared on top.
You're right.
Lockhart smiled smugly and nodded, then picked up his pen again, wanting to have an in-depth discussion with Tom on this topic.
But a line of text appeared hastily in his Diary, interrupting him.
[Professor Lockhart, I think the students at Hogwarts are extremely disrespectful to you and should be punished.]
At this, Lockhart became furious. "You're right, Tom!"
Recalling the students' mockery of him during the friendly match and Snape's harassment, Lockhart grew angrier as he wrote, his face contorting in anger.
"Punish them! They must be punished severely!"
"Let them know the consequences of offending me!"
Lockhart shouted angrily as he swung his quill pen and scribbled furiously in his Diary, as if he wanted to pierce the pages.
The angry breath he exhaled shook the candlelight, and the dim flames illuminated him with a ferocious look.
The surrounding darkness gradually approached, and the candlelight became viscous, sticking to the Diary and appearing somewhat blurry.
The words, like black mist, slowly emerged from the Diary, stirring Lockhart's eyes like wisps of smoke.
[The price! Make them pay a bloody price!]
The words in the Diary pierced Lockhart's eyes like needles, and he dropped the quill in fright.
Lockhart hurriedly closed the window and locked his office door, seemingly afraid of being discovered.
When he returned to his chair, his heart pounding, and picked up his quill pen again, most of his previous anger had subsided, replaced by fear.
Lockhart wrote, his hand trembling.
"But... but Dumbledore is still at school, and I... I'm no match for him yet..."
[Don't be afraid, my respected professor.]
The handwriting in the Diary became more beautiful, the elegant and graceful curves carrying a captivating charm.
[You forgot? We have a great helper.]
[A powerful, secretive ally. Dumbledore is unaware of its existence, and it only listens to us.]
"But..." Lockhart hesitated, thinking of Dumbledore.
[Patience, we need to be patient and wait for the opportunity. Then we can just release it again. It's that simple, isn't it?]
[Simply open one door, and it will get rid of these annoying, foolish students, just like before. Clean and efficient.]
Lockhart stared blankly at the words appearing in the Diary, his eyes and face becoming vacant.
Then his cheeks twitched, his eyes squinted, his mouth stretched into a terrifying grin, and wrinkles appeared on his nose.
The candlelight on the table flickered, making his grotesque shadow appear even more sinister and menacing.
"Let's do it!"
For the two days following Christmas, Silan, George, Fred stayed in the Room of Requirement conducting alchemical research.
George and Fred studied the alchemy knowledge in the pamphlet while conducting alchemical experiments.
"Damn it, we failed again!"
George scratched his head in frustration, then got up and tidied up the scraps on the table.
Fred, standing next to him, taped his eyelids shut, forcing himself to keep his eyes open.
Hearing George's words, Fred sighed and wrote down the details of the experiment on a board covered with Parchment next to him.
"How many times has this happened?" George asked listlessly.
Fred glanced at the record. "15th time."
After finishing their notes, the two of them were so tired that their limbs felt like worms, and they staggered towards the Rest Room.
"Silan, do you want to rest?" Fred asked.
"No need, you can go." Silan waved her hand at them, frowning as she looked at the experimental records on the wooden board.
Fred didn't say anything more, and he and George walked hand in hand, supporting each other, back to the Rest Room.
There was a bed in the inner room of the Rest Room, but the two of them were too lazy to walk any further, so they just lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.
After reviewing the experimental records, Silan began the experiment again.
But this time it didn't work either.
Silan recorded the experimental details on Parchment, then frowned and stapled it together with her previous experimental records.
They had already determined their research direction and established a standardized production process, allowing everyone to conduct experiments independently.
The experimental results and feedback were recorded and put together. Because of the standardized process, everyone could understand the experimental situation of others just by looking at the records.
This greatly increased their efficiency.
"Could it be a problem with the materials?" Silan muttered to herself, holding a piece of Moonshadow Stone that she had previously smelted and purified in her hand.
Arthur Weasley cast the spell directly on the car, enabling it to receive signals from the wand and thus achieve remote control.
But this was too simple and didn't meet their requirements, so they made improvements based on it.
They are trying to build a device that can receive complex information and make multiple responses, but unfortunately they have not succeeded yet.
Silan placed the smelted material on the table, took a deep breath, reviewed the experimental steps in her mind, and then began to work.
Various colored Spells lights flashed continuously as time passed.
Under Silan's Spells, the material slowly Transfiguration, eventually transforming into a small, dazzling crystal core.
Silan let out a long breath, but dared not relax her vigilance in the slightest.
The initial preparation is complete; the next step is the most crucial one.
The wand traced nimble lines in Silan's hand, and several shimmering Ancient Runes flew towards the crystal core like fluttering butterflies, merging into it.
Silan stared intently at the crystal core.
Success or failure hinges on this!
He waved his wand again, and a swift flash of Spells light leaped into the crystal core.
Silently.
The crystal nucleus was intact.
"We did it!" George and Fred, who had been hiding outside the door, cheered at the same time.
"Let us see it!"