A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

　　 On Christmas night, the hustle and bustle returned to silence, and the night hung over Hogwarts Castle like a curtain.

　　 In the ancient magic text office, Felix habitually opened the diary and talked with the young Dark Lord inside.

　　 For the past two days, he has been trying to lead him to talk about Salazar Slytherin, but the subject has been distracted.

　　 Felix decided to adopt another strategy tonight. He needs to carefully arrange traps to let the young Dark Lord step in by himself.

　　 For this reason, he re-read many psychology books.

　　 "A pretty sensation happened today," Felix wrote.

　　 "What is it?" The diary asked with interest. He has been quite distressed recently. After each exchange, this shrewd professor would lock him up, which made him completely lose his understanding of external information.

　　 "The attack on the Slytherin Chamber was reported, and people were talking about it. Some people proposed to disband Slytherin College and deprive Salazar Slytherin of all honor."

　　 Felix felt like a big spider, carefully weaving a web.

　　 A string of scribbled words immediately appeared in the diary, "The ridiculous remarks are simply ridiculous! Who is it? Is it Dumbledore! He has always had a prejudice against the wizard from Slytherin."

　　 Felix hooked his mouth, and he wrote with wicked fun: "It's not him, it's a woman named Rita Skeeter. She has always been known for rumors about ranking people."

　　 The name "Rita Skeeter" flashed in the diary, which looked messy and hideous-he seemed to remember the name firmly.

In the diary of 　　, the young Tom Riddle was indeed angry. He couldn't help but wonder whether the current magical world was so filthy?

　　 After a long time, the diary asked, "What then? The Ministry of Magic will definitely not agree to such a ridiculous proposal!"

　　 "Of course not, but this matter has aroused wide-ranging discussions at Hogwarts, and many little wizards' evaluations of Salazar Slytherin-well, it can be said to be extremely negative."

　　'S diary could not help writing, "Salazar Slytherin is the greatest of the Big Four! However, later generations only commented on him superficially and desperately discredited him!"

　　 Felix thought of the huge face in the secret room: it was an old, monkey-like face, with a sparse long beard, dragged almost all the way to the hem of the robe.

　　 You need to know that it was carved by Slytherin himself, and the possibility of self-beautification cannot be ruled out.

　　 He can't imagine what the real Slytherin looks like, especially around him is always surrounded by all kinds of snakes spitting out long letters.

　　 Felix said relatively "objectively", "This is very telling. You know, people always reject things they don't understand in their hearts, just like Slytherin's snake tongue."

　　 "I can't agree more, Felix Haipu, your opinion is quite insightful." The diary praised.

Felix humbly explained, "I have read part of Ravenclaw's manuscripts. Only through a few words of description, I can imagine that magnificent era." He wrote with emotion: "The four most talented. Of witches and wizards came together and together ushered in a new era in the magic world."

　　 diary attached to him and said, "That is indeed a history worth remembering." His words became peaceful again.

But immediately, Felix commented intentionally or unintentionally, "I just don't understand why Salazar Slytherin suddenly broke up with the other three. It was really a difference of ideas? We must know that pure blood thinking was not popular at the time. ."

"And he also secretly built a secret room, leaving scary monsters in the secret room. I think--" Felix wrote verbatim, "He is destroying his own efforts with his own hands. This is a typical dark wizard style. "

　　 Tom Riddle couldn't help refuting him in the diary, "Maybe his secret room is not used to purge Muggle wizards."

　　 "Otherwise, Tom? I want to remind you that a lot of Slytherin's research is **** and cruel, which affects his character."

Tom Riddle continued to refute: "But he also uncovered the fog of truth for the latecomers. Take a look at his research objects, goblins, giants, dwarves, horsemen... His research results are enough to bring wizards to this group. Push to supremacy! It only costs a small price."

　　 "Tom, are you his crazy admirer?" Felix wrote.

"No, of course not... It's just a partial agreement with his ideas. Wizards and humanoids are different concepts, right?" The diary tries to make his tone more objective. "Moreover, any judgments that are out of the context of the times are It was hypocritical and stupid. The moral standards of wizards in that era were completely different from those of today."

　　 "What you said makes a lot of sense." Felix wrote, "But as far as I know, these precious magical materials have not been handed down, and whether it is'great' is unknown.

　　 "That was indeed the ‘greatest’ achievement." In the diary, the young Dark Lord was clearly on top, and he tried to persuade Felix.

　　 "How do you know?" Felix smiled with a win-winner.

　　 "I just guessed..."

　　 "Don't lie to me, Tom! Your knowledge of Salazar Slytherin is beyond my imagination, and your attitude towards him is too protective." Felix began to close the net. "This makes me wonder, did you open the secret room? You are the real heir to Slytherin!"

　　 He wrote word by word ~www.novelmt.com~ and seemed to cut the paper, "I need an explanation, otherwise, I can only hand you over to Dumbledore."

　　 In the diary, Tom Riddle is very nervous, he really hates the feeling of "being seen through".

　　 After a long silence, a line of text appeared in the diary, "Do you think so? Do you think I lied to you? I thought-we have established a solid friendship."

　　 Felix wrote calmly: "That's why I gave you the opportunity to explain."

　　From the perspective of the Dark Lord, as long as he doesn't expose the facts of Horcruxes, everything is available.

　　 The diary replied quickly and sloppily: "Of course it's not me, I'm from Muggle, remember? I have nothing to do with Slytherin."

　　 Felix was silent, he did not reply to any words, and applied a little bit of pressure.

　　 Tom Riddle in his diary couldn’t stand it anymore. He wrote again: "But...I have to admit that I did encounter adventures in school. Yes, I got some advanced magic knowledge."

　　 "Salazar Slytherin's?" Felix asked, holding his breath.

　　 "——I guess so." The diary replied briefly.

　　 "Tell me, Tom, where did you put it?"

　　 The diary was silent, and the young Dark Lord was quite entangled. He intentionally refused, but the professor was too keen, and he was forced to the corner. If he denied, he would definitely be regarded as the murderer who opened the secret room-although he was indeed.

　　 He hated his powerlessness more and more, and tried his best to get rid of this predicament, which made the proud he almost go crazy.

　　 But soon, he replied in a polite and calm tone: "That was fifty years ago, and I found a pretty magical room on the eighth floor of the castle..."