"So... we're back where we started. How can we make what was written in the diary fifty years ago appear again?"
Ron's question sent Harry and Hermione back into thought.
Exactly. Even if they had discovered that the blank diary could swallow writing, what... good did that do?
"Let's wait a little longer. Maybe we'll discover something new in a few days!"
Harry tried to encourage himself.
"Harry, pass me the diary!"
Luo Bin took the diary, picked up the Quill, and wrote on a blank page: Hello, my name is... Harry Potter?!!
The letters shone brightly. The next second, just like that drop of ink, they were absorbed completely into the paper, leaving not the slightest trace.
Just as Ron was about to shrug and sigh to show how stupid he thought Luo Bin's approach was, a drop of ink suddenly welled up in the middle of the page. It quickly spread into a line of elegant yet free-flowing handwriting.
[Hello, Harry Potter. My name is Tom Riddle. How did you find my diary?]
The Main Character Group watched in shock and excitement!
Hermione covered her mouth and nose, afraid that a startled cry might scare away the "fairy" living inside the blank diary.
Ron rubbed his hands together and eyed the Quill eagerly. Clearly, he wanted to exchange a few words with the diary too.
Harry took off his glasses and polished them over and over before signaling for Luo Bin to continue.
[I found it by chance. Someone tried to flush it down a Toilet.]
The moment Luo Bin began writing again, Tom Riddle's introduction vanished. Once he lifted the Quill, however, the diary swallowed his reply and explained that it was a diary imbued with extraordinary magic.
[Fortunately, I used a more lasting method than writing