After Douglas explained, the professors gathered around the battered diary to examine it.
Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick in particular-one was a master of Dark Magic, the other a master of Charms.
But Douglas's spell had damaged the diary so badly that they could only make out a few traces of magic.
Professor McGonagall said with lingering fear:
"Who would have thought? Last year it was Quirinus, and this year it was a diary. Just how many tricks does he have left?
We need to secure the Chamber of Secrets first, then work out what to do."
Professor Sprout said:
"Douglas, thank you for your hard work.
Get some rest. I'm terribly sorry we disturbed you.
But next time you go to sleep, please don't put up quite so many protective spells..."
Snape gave a disdainful snort from the side.
That evening, during detention.
Harry and Ron arrived with several other students who had to serve detention over the weekend.
Hermione also unexpectedly appeared in the office.
"Professor, there's a question on this month's test that I still don't understand, so I wanted to ask you about it."
Douglas was not particularly surprised. There had indeed been a very minor problem with Hermione's test.
So he used a Summoning Charm to find her paper.
"Actually, it isn't much of a problem..."
As Hermione listened to Douglas explain, she gestured to Ron and Harry.
After hesitating for a long while, Harry said:
"Professor, could you touch me?"
The office instantly fell silent, and everyone stared at Harry in disbelief.
Hermione and Ron instinctively slapped their foreheads.
Douglas even shrank back a little. What the fuck kind of line was that?
Harry hurriedly waved his hands and said:
"No, no! I meant, Professor, could you hold my wrist and give me