Chapter 656: Tom's Self-Narration

Teaching assistant for Care of Magical Creatures was probably the best position Hagrid could think of.

This was much better than gamekeeper, deputy key keeper, and so on.

It was also his little thought—think about it, standing in front of him was a "big figure" famous throughout the magical world.

How could he have such a "simple" past work experience?

Green, he should be like Dumbledore—shining.

"Hmm, I agree."

Sean didn't hesitate.

He needed to practice weather spells, space spells; before creating a tailor-made space for magical creatures, he also needed to find a suitable place to contact and raise magical creatures...

Then, what place was more suitable than the Forbidden Forest?

"Thank you! Thank you! Fantastic!"

Hagrid's beard curled up.

Just like that, the Forbidden Forest welcomed a new gamekeeper; oh, the public title was—teaching assistant for Care of Magical Creatures.

It must be said that the gamekeepers of Hogwarts all had extraordinary "glorious deeds."

The previous gamekeeper, Hagrid, once tried to raise a fire dragon in his small wooden hut, as well as that three-headed big dog he called "Fluffy";

The second gamekeeper, Mr. Green, before he took office, had once kept a Basilisk in the Forbidden Forest, defeated Acromantulas...

"Have you ever heard of such a young teaching assistant?"

Luo En, who was eavesdropping, couldn't help but say.

"With Sean's knowledge of magical creatures,"

Hermione remembered Sean, who followed Newt and was even invited to visit, and said slowly,

"Luo En, he can teach about ten of you."

Luo En heard this and immediately widened his eyes,

"Don't joke, Hermione... I think it's one hundred!"

This made Harry laugh until he shook; he thought about it and suddenly stopped laughing.

It seemed... very reasonable...

The breeze brushed the neat hedges on both sides of Hagrid's cottage, and the lawn was silent and swaying gently under the pale blue and light pink sky.

After the afternoon tea time, Hogwarts Castle fell into a state of laziness.

The golden sun sank into the treetops, and a giant-like wizard was saying goodbye loudly:

"Goodbye, go eat the banquet... I want to tell you another good news, the banquet will surprise you—"

Hagrid's voice echoed in the empty Forbidden Forest.

"What surprise, my god, Hagrid can actually keep a secret?"

Luo En was very surprised.

In short, amidst this faint expectation, everyone returned to Hogwarts Castle.

At this banquet at the end of the Hogwarts Christmas holidays, everyone ate with relish, including those young wizards who had just returned to school.

They were originally reluctant, but now, as long as they talked about a few interesting things about Hogwarts recently and ate a few bites of apple pie, Hogwarts suddenly became cute.

The Great Hall was still magnificent.

Not only were there a dozen Christmas trees covered in silver frost and thick decorations made of mistletoe and holly crisscrossing the ceiling, but there was also enchanted snow, warm and dry, falling gently from the ceiling.

Sean and the others had just sat down, thinking about what the surprise Hagrid mentioned was.

A moment later, Dumbledore also arrived, and the noise in the Great Hall gradually subsided.

"Another semester has passed!"

Dumbledore said joyfully,

"Before enjoying these delicious dishes, I must trouble everyone to listen to an old man's clichés."

His words made everyone stretch their necks; the young wizards around Sean looked at each other, immediately understanding that the surprise Hagrid mentioned was about to begin.

"Long ago, before I chose to become the headmaster of Hogwarts, a shocking murder case happened here."

The Great Hall suddenly became silent, and then everyone suddenly started whispering again. They took out the latest newspapers.

"Yes, just like those reports. Oh, everyone, you can imagine what kind of situation was placed in front of the headmaster at the time, Armando Dippet."

Dumbledore took out a notebook and tapped it; the notebook made a sound as if it were a self-narration:

"It was I who framed Hagrid.

You can imagine what Armando Dippet had to face.

On one side was I, Tom Riddle, born in poverty but clever, parents dead but wise and brave, a prefect and model student in the school;

On the other side was the big oaf Hagrid, clumsy and trouble-making, causing trouble every week.

But I must admit, even I didn't expect the plan to be executed so smoothly. I thought someone would surely realize that Hagrid couldn't possibly be the heir of Slytherin.

I spent five whole years figuring out the situation of the Chamber of Secrets and discovering that secret entrance... Does Hagrid have such a brain, such ability?

Only the Transfiguration teacher Dumbledore alone thought Hagrid was innocent. He persuaded Dippet to keep Hagrid and train him to be the gamekeeper.

Yes, I think Dumbledore probably sensed something. Dumbledore seems to have never liked me like other teachers..."

This voice once pulled everyone into the sealed past; now, everyone was listening to the self-narration of a murderer.

Some young wizards even started to tremble.

"I bet Dumbledore saw through him long ago."

Harry said word by word.

So everyone around him nodded.

And the voice on the diary continued, an arrogant, disgusting, and careless voice:

"Since Hagrid was expelled, Dumbledore has been monitoring me closely, which is very annoying.

I know it wouldn't be safe to open the Chamber of Secrets again while I was at school.

But I didn't want to let all those years of effort searching for the Chamber of Secrets go to waste. I decided to leave a diary. Thus, one day, with luck, I could guide someone else to follow in my footsteps and complete Salazar Slytherin's noble cause—to kill all the Mudbloods—"

The voice became eerie, and many Muggle-born wizards were frightened.

After all, this was the past of a heinous person and the death threat he issued.

"That, that diary..."

Ernie from Hufflepuff asked tremblingly.

"Yes, the diary has appeared, and it is in my hands."

Dumbledore smiled,

"So, everyone can guess. In places we didn't know, a hard-fought battle took place.

Therefore, I have some points to distribute. Let me see. Right...

Harry Potter, Luo En Weasley, they bravely followed the guidance of their partners and found a way to destroy the dark magic on the diary; for this, I award them one hundred points each!"

Exclamations erupted around, and now the Gryffindor wizards knew where the soaring Gryffindor points came from.