Chapter 484

"The Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty years ago, and now this diary from fifty years ago has appeared. Maybe the diary wants to tell us something?"

Darren said hesitantly.

He took out his wand and tapped on the diary.

He noticed that the diary was emitting a trace of magic.

He wondered if he could call Tom out.

As a result, after he put his wand on it, not only did the diary not react, but even the trace of magic it was emitting disappeared.

Er.

Darren was a bit speechless.

This Tom Riddle's intuition was really strong.

Clearly, although he had forgotten about the last incident, he still had psychological trauma regarding him.

Even to avoid being discovered by him, he had hidden even that tiny bit of magic.

Was it worth it?

Darren complained.

However, he still pretended not to notice anything and handed the diary to Harry.

"It doesn't seem to be of any use, maybe I guessed wrong."

He found that as soon as he said this.

That trace of magic from the diary appeared again.

Clearly, Tom felt he had been making a fuss over nothing.

What ability could a second-year brat have to see through him?

Darren revealed a gentle smile.

He hoped that at the end of the semester, this Mr. Tom Riddle would still be so confident.

Life became much more comfortable.

Because there were no more attacks.

And the weather at Hogwarts was much warmer.

Darren could finally stop being wrapped up like a ball.

In the blink of an eye, it was February.

Lockhart had returned to teaching life again.

Although his teaching was still terrible, because he apologized to Darren after coming out, he won back the love of some little witches who cared about looks.

February 14th.

When Darren came out with his Slytherin classmates for breakfast in the morning, he froze.

Because the walls here were covered with large petals, and debris was falling from the petals.

As soon as Darren saw this scene, he knew it was Lockhart.

Sure enough, as soon as he looked up, he saw Lockhart sitting at the teacher's table.

Not because of Lockhart's handsomeness.

But because of Lockhart's showiness.

He was wearing a robe with large flowers, and his eyes were blinking constantly.

The professors around him looked terrible.

As if they had been cursed.

The muscles on Professor McGonagall's cheeks were stiff.

Snape was holding a dinner knife, looking like he was ready to strike Lockhart at any moment.

"Oh, dear students, so far, sixteen people have sent me cards."

"On this day, forgive me for the little surprise I've prepared for you, and I've also prepared... in addition, there are things you like..."

He clapped his hands, and twelve gloomy-faced dwarves carrying harps and wearing golden wings entered.

"Surprise? This is the little Cupid I've prepared for you!"

"They can deliver cards for you, and they can also give you a wonderful Valentine's Day..."

"Why don't you ask your Professor Snape for advice on how to brew Amortentia?"

Lockhart said excitedly.

Darren watched with interest as this professor's eyes revealed a flash of retaliatory smugness.

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