Journey to the Chamber of Secrets

Harry had looked into Cedric Diggory privately after Draco mentioned him last time.

He was a Hufflepuff student, handsome, and while not as good-looking as Ryan, he was still quite good-looking.

He is also skilled in Transfiguration and Quidditch.

It's worth mentioning that he was also Seeker and even discovered Dudley.

According to Draco, he is even skilled at repairing and making simple flying brooms.

"I've also looked into this guy."

"As you all know, my home is near Autry Ottery St Catchpole in Devon, England." ("Why are you bringing this up? We've been there. I remember you said Fred and George really liked a girl at a paper shop in the Muggle quarters. She was pretty," Harry interjected.) "And the wizarding families in that area are the Weasley family, the Fawcett family, the Diggory family, and the Lovegood family," Ron said, rolling his eyes at Harry.

"So you're neighbors?" Draco's face suddenly filled with curiosity.

"Fawcett? We have one in our fourth year, she's a witch." Harry thought of the senior who had once pressed her soft face against his.

"I guess so, but Harry, why have you been paying so much attention to girls lately?"

"That Fawcett is the one I was talking about."

"By the way, you should stay away from Ginny lately." Ron's eyes were full of suspicion and hostility.

"Ginny? Why are you suddenly bringing her up?"

"We're still waiting for you to say Diggory." Harry's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Recently, when Ron wasn't looking, he and Ginny had made eye contact and smiled at each other.

But Harry still tried to remain calm and looked completely innocent.

"No, I just wanted to say that I know him too, and I know his home address."

"If Flint wants to mail Dungbomb to his house for Christmas, I can help," Ron said with an awkward smile, scratching the back of his head.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt uneasy seeing Ron's actions.

He wanted to persuade Ron to stop scratching the back of his head, since Mr. Weasley was bald on the back of his head.

"By the way, Draco, you still haven't told me why you know so much about Care of Magical Creatures!" Harry asked, clearing his mind.

"Yes!" Hagrid had been unable to get a word in edgewise, suddenly perked up.

"Cough cough, I thought you'd know, Ron!"

"You should know that Mr. Weasley also works at the Ministry of Magic, and they are neighbors." Draco didn't answer first, but asked Ron.

"Their family, well— Diggory's dad is supposed to be a good man, but he always seems to like to brag about how important his son and his job are."

"That's why my dad doesn't talk about them much."

"What, does this have to do with Diggory's father?" Ron asked after careful consideration.

"Yeah, Flint is trying to use some underhanded tactics, he's planning to get to Diggory's dad."

"Diggory's father is named Amos Diggory, and he works in the Department of Magical Creature Management and Control at the Ministry of Magic."

"Because the smuggling of Care of Magical Creatures in our country has recently become rampant, Flint wants to take advantage of the situation to buy some Care of Magical Creatures that can cause trouble, make things difficult for his dad's job, and use them to make Diggory lose his mind during the match."

"Of course, it would be even better if Diggory could just give up Quidditch because of his family," Draco said, half disgusted and half repulsed. In his opinion, such methods were troublesome, underhanded, and not even guaranteed to work.

That's a waste of time and an approach that will only offend people.

Unfortunately, this tactic was common in Slytherin, and he now understood once again why Slytherin had such a bad reputation.

Even before Voldemort appeared.

"Is that why?"

"You've started reading books about Care of Magical Creatures too?" Harry exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise.

Hagrid muttered the words "evil Slytherin" under his breath.

"If you put this effort into training, I'm afraid no team could be your match."

"You guys just lost to Gryffindor because of insufficient training," Ron said, indicating that he didn't understand.

"It wasn't just me, all of us watched it, we all watched Newt's 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them'."

"This book is comprehensive, and it can also be used as a preview," Draco said, looking at Harry.

"Ron, I've asked that question before too."

"Flint said we should focus on what we're good at, instead of wasting our energy," Draco said to Ron with a wry smile.

"Merlin's beard!" Harry and the others couldn't help but exclaim.

"It seems Harry didn't dream about anything," Riddle said to Dumbledore in the school corridor late at night.

"Yes, Hagrid even mentioned the Triwizard Tournament to him, if it really is something—" Dumbledore stopped in his tracks.

"Have you noticed that I seem to have lost some time, just now?"

"But—" Dumbledore frowned.

Is this just an illusion?

But his intuition told him that something had happened in that very instant.

"You're asking me?"

"If we're talking about how to increase the destructive power of spells, I might be an expert."

"But when it comes to intuition and spirituality, do you think the incomplete me can compare to you?" Riddle waved his wand, and with a flash of green light, a spider that had been scurrying by lost its life.

"The spider, the spider is escaping the castle!" Riddle stretched out his left hand, and the spider seemed to be hooked by an invisible thread, flying into his hand.

"Is it the Basilisk you mentioned?"

"Time. Kronos?"

"Could it be that He has set his sights on the Basilisk?"

"Tom, now you can tell me the location of the Chamber of Secrets of Secrets, right?" Dumbledore's hands groped haphazardly in the air, as if he were performing a shamanistic ritual.

However, he said the name a moment later.

"Well, there are two reasons why I haven't said anything," Riddle said as he walked downstairs, with Dumbledore behind.

"Firstly, the Basilisk was originally a defense mechanism of the school. The legend that it was used to drive away the impure-blooded young wizards in Hogwarts who were not worthy of learning magic is nonsense."

"I'm worried you'll hurt it." Riddle paused, then continued down the stairs.

Dumbledore tapped himself and Riddle with his wand, and they both lifted off the ground and began to float down the stairs.

"Strange magic."

Secondly, I think I don't need to say more.

"We've arrived here."

"I don't want people to think my ancestor was a pervert," Riddle said helplessly at the entrance to the girls' restroom on the third floor.

"I thought it was in the basement. If I had known, I wouldn't have used the magic speed-up. Let's see what excuse you have." Dumbledore waved his wand again, and he and Riddle's feet landed on the ground.

He looked at Riddle with a strange smile and a mischievous grin.

As for the Basilisk, well, it might be a good thing that they won't encounter that mysterious wizard.