Hermione had now fully recovered, but as a matter of routine, she still had to stay in the Hospital Wing for two days of observation.
Su Er had also been spending much longer transformed these days, always waiting until late at night, just before curfew, to return to his dormitory.
It definitely wasn't because Hermione's embrace was soft.
After all, the warmth and flowers of spring had yet to arrive. The little badger was afraid of the cold, and Hermione's arms were warmer.
What? You said the fur on his body could keep him warm?
Where? Go on, point it out to me.
Hermione had planned to find Harry after she was discharged and get to the bottom of things. To her surprise, Harry came rushing in that evening, holding a black-covered book.
Yes, that very diary.
Of course Su Er remembered it clearly. He had personally handed it over to Dumbledore.
"I know who opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago!" Harry dropped a bombshell. "Remember what we found out from Malfoy? The Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty years ago."
Hermione's eyes widened. Su Er lounged lazily in her arms, his round ears pricking up.
"Who?"
"Hagrid." Harry swallowed, looking rather frightened. "Fifty years ago, Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets."
"Impossible." Hermione immediately disagreed. "If it were Hagrid, he couldn't possibly still be at school. Dumbledore wouldn't allow someone who had hurt students to stay here."
"But that's what Tom Riddle told me."
"Who?"
"Tom Riddle, the owner of this diary. He attended this school fifty years ago," Harry explained. He placed the diary on the bed, opened the first page, and pointed to the short signature: "T. M. Riddle."
"T. M. is short for Tom."
Hermione was rather suspicious of this person called Riddle. She