Harry is in a bad mood now.

He found that Riddle's diary was lost!

Since last time he communicated with Riddle, he learned from his memory that the entrance to the secret room had been opened once, and the suspect was Hagrid, Harry has been hiding it in his drawer.

But when he opened the drawer again today, the diary suddenly disappeared.

In the common room, Harry told Ron and Hermione about this.

"Is it possible that Riddle in the diary ran away by himself? After all, you have ignored him for more than two months." Ron speculated.

Harry said speechlessly.

"It has not grown legs on it, so how could it run away by itself? I think it may have been stolen by someone."

At this time, Neville happened to pass by them, and Ron asked casually.

"Have you ever seen the diary in Harry's drawer? Neville."

Neville seemed to be very panicked, and he stammered.

"No, no."

Then he hurriedly left.

Ron touched his chin and looked at Neville's back as if he was thinking.

"Nevil's performance is a bit suspicious."

Harry said weakly.

"Stop making trouble. Even if you tell me that the diary was taken away by the house elf, I don't believe it was stolen by Neville."

Ron shrugged, he was really kidding.

Everyone might steal things, but Neville definitely won't because he is too timid.

Hermione was a little absent-minded. She was holding a big book, as if looking for something on it.

Harry and Ron turned to look at her and complained.

"You have been reading that book for three days. What are you reading?"

Hermione closed the book and turned her head to stare at them.

"Looking at the details you will never notice."

She stood up from her seat as she said that.

"I'm going to go to the library to return books. Do you want to be with me?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they both saw the same thoughts in each other's eyes.

"We're going out for a walk, but we're not going to the library. Quidditch competition is about to start. Wood and the others are waiting for me to do the final exercise."

Together they walked out of Gryffindor's lounge and separated in front of the hallway.

The weather outside today is pretty good, it's a good weather to play Quidditch.

Harry and Ron walked side by side, still talking about the diary.

"Do you want to tell the professor about this?" Ron asked.

Harry shook his head, "Tell the professor what we should say in the future? Just an ordinary diary, professors will not pay attention to it, but if we say everything, what will happen to Hagrid?"

Even if he was slandered by the suspicion of the successor of Slytherin, Harry was unwilling to let Hagrid be suspected by others.

They walked down the stairs and suddenly saw two figures standing in the corridor chatting at the corner of the third floor.

It is Professor Sherlock and Fleeve.

Their tall and short figures formed a strong contrast, and Sherlock even kept his head down when he spoke.

Harry grabbed Ron's sleeve, and they hid on the side of the wall and heard the conversation between Sherlock.

"Are the final exam ready?" Professor Fleevey has always been very concerned about Sherlock's teaching situation at Hogwarts.

Sherlock is busy with the secret room these days. Even though he already knew from Dumbledore who the successor of Slytherin was, he still didn't know where the diary was now.

"I've prepared almost all the time. It's easy to get questions in the actual exam. I'm now preparing to write the test papers, because I have to produce five sets of test papers, it's a bit time-consuming."

"This is always the busiest time every year, but it's good to finish this period, and the summer vacation will become very leisurely."

Then he said worriedly.

"It's just that the attack has not been resolved yet, and the murderer has not been caught yet. I don't know if the final exam can be carried out smoothly this year."

When Harry and Ron heard this, they both felt a sense of bad feeling.

The two looked at each other in horror. When they were about to jump out to stop them, Sherlock had already spoken out.

"It's been so long, and there shouldn't be another attack." He pondered about his conversation with Dumbledore in the office yesterday. "The murderer's purpose is not very simple."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he noticed Harry and Ron who were jumping off the stairs with a look of pain.

He looked at the strange expression on their faces in confusion, as if they had swallowed cockroaches alive.

"What's wrong with you?"

Harry was mourning, and he was grieving for a classmate who was attacked next.

"No, it's okay, professor, we just have some stomachache."

Sherlock looked at Harry, then at Ron, who was also in pain.

"You two have stomachache together?"

Professor Flewy analyzed.

"Maybe I ate something unclean at the same time. If the pain is severe, it is better to go to the school hospital to take a look."

"No need for professor, we just hurt a little, and it will be healed in a while. There will be a Quidditch match soon, so we will leave first!"

Harry and Ron fled in a hurry, leaving Professor Fleeve and Sherlock a little confused by their last words.

What does it mean to hurt a little?

Harry and the others ran to the end of the corridor before stopping.

Ron grabbed his hair and said in despair.

"It's over, it's really over! Since Professor Forrest has spoken, there will definitely be someone who will be attacked next!"

Harry was also nervously paced back and forth.

"The situation is more complicated now than before. Malfoy also encountered an attack, which means that the person who may be attacked is a student in the entire castle!"

"What should we do?"

Ron was a little helpless, but Harry couldn't think of a better way. No matter how smart they were, they were only thirteen years old. The shallow experience in dealing with things made them not know what to do next.

Just when Harry was at a loss, a familiar and unpleasant voice suddenly came from the ceiling.

"Kill you...kill you...kill..."

Harry grabbed Ron's arm tightly.

"Did you hear that sound? Ron!"

Ron looked confused, he heard nothing.

Harry wanted to follow the place where the sound came, but the sound disappeared, and he had no idea where it sounded.

Harry's face turned extremely ugly.

"It has begun. Every time someone encounters an attack, I hear that voice. Professor Forrest's crow mouth and that voice appear together. Someone is about to be attacked now!"
Chapter completed!