Chapter 193 191. Diary
Jon didn't answer it again. Now that the lie has been exposed, there is no need to explain it.
They didn't know what the arrangement Voldemort had left here, and they just said the wrong thing.
Fred tried, stretched out a finger to touch the chain, but was not blocked by anything, and just passed through it easily.
This is obviously a blockade specially designed to guard against dementors. After the trap door was opened, the entire cellar became a restricted area for dementors. Even if they entered here, they would be thrown out directly.
"Doesn't this mean that the Dark Lord has put a layer of insurance on us!" Fred said in surprise.
Jon didn't show any joy on his face, but his brows became more and more wrinkled.
"Don't get too excited, dementors can't get in, but how do we get out later?"
It was only then that Fred noticed that outside the cellar, there was no longer just the Dementor who brought them in just now.
More and more dementors seemed to be summoned, and rushed over from all over the prison. The surrounding temperature continued to drop, and soon blocked the small entrance.
"Liar. You are not his subordinates!"
The dementor who brought them in was obviously extremely angry just listening to the sound.
Of course, anyone who has been deceived in this way is unlikely to be able to maintain a calm state of mind.
Fred was very relaxed, he shrugged and said.
"Since we're stuck here, let's go down and have a look, maybe we can find a way out from below."
Jon also nodded helplessly. The situation in front of him is already the worst situation.
Even if their lies were exposed from the very beginning, they would be better than they are now. At that time, after all, they were only facing one dementor. Before they all gathered, Jon relied on his unformed Patronus Charm to fight to the death. There is no small chance that Yipin will escape with Fred.
The situation is different now. It is estimated that the dementors of the entire castle are blocking the door, and the unformed Patronus Charm cannot scare away these gathered dementors at all.
Instead of dealing with the angry accusations of the dementors blocking the door, they returned to the trapdoor.
Jon grabbed the edge of the door panel, and after a burst of dust, he opened the door easily.
There was a dark space under the trapdoor. Fred used the magic wand lighting spell and extended the wand into the ground. With the help of the faint fluorescent light, they saw the uneven stone walls around them, as well as the stone walls about three meters away from them. ground.
After ensuring that there was no danger below, Fred took the lead in grabbing the edge of the trapdoor with his hands, slowly lowered his body and jumped into the secret room, and then Jon also flew in with the help of the floating spell.
The two of them held their glowing wands together and circled around.
This is a space about the size of a basketball court, the walls are sealed, no other exits are found, and there are no furniture or other things. It is empty, like a room that no one has ever visited. underground caves.
"Why is there nothing?"
Fred's voice became a little irritable. He walked up and down in the secret room, but just as he reached a position close to the middle, Jon suddenly grabbed his arm.
"do not move!"
Fred stopped, and there was a book lying quietly less than one meter away in front of him.
To be precise, it was a thin book with no title, a tattered black cover.
Looks more like a diary than a book.
After seeing this diary, Jon's breathing obviously stopped for a second.
Fred reacted strangely to him.
"Is this a book? Is there something wrong with it?"
Jon showed a solemn expression that Fred had never seen on Jon's face.
"No, it's not a book, it's a diary."
"journal?"
Fred's eyes widened slightly.
"Whose diary? Who would leave the diary here? It can't be the Dark Lord, right?"
He said the last sentence in a joking tone, but Jon didn't laugh out loud. His eyes were so serious, and he asked a question that seemed irrelevant to the situation in front of him.
"Can you spell Fiercefire, Fred?"
Fred didn't understand why Jon wanted this, he shook his head.
"No, we just learned about real black magic this semester, and Professor Lupine taught us how to defend against them. If you really want to learn spells in this area, I heard that you are only eligible to go to the seventh grade." Ask Professor McGonagall for an elective."
Jon didn't ask any more questions.
He began to rummage through the inner pocket of his robe, and soon he took out a dusty cloth bag.
Put the opening of the cloth bag down, and a huge fang fell out of it.
Looking at this fang, Jon let out a long sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, I always carry it with me."
Fred asked in surprise.
"What animal's tooth is this?"
"It was dug out of the mouth of the basilisk, don't ask so much, you just need to know that this thing may help us." Jon handed the fang to Fred, "You take it, I Come and open this diary, if there is any accident, when I ask you to pierce it, don't hesitate to pierce it hard."
Seeing Jon's extremely serious expression, Fred didn't ask any more questions. He took the fangs from Jon's hand with a serious face, and then Jon reached out to get the diary.
The black cover contained nothing but a date. Without too much hesitation, he turned to the first page.
On the old and yellowed pages of the book, there was only one name written in dark green ink—
Tom Riddle.
After seeing the name, Jon's pupils shrank slightly.
He guessed right, the diary thrown here is like the first Horcrux that Voldemort made in his student days in the original book!
This is not the first time Jon has seen a Horcrux. In the headmaster's office of Hogwarts Castle, three of the four relics placed on the table were made into Horcruxes by him.
But among all Horcruxes, only this diary is the most special.
Because the other ones, whether it is Slytherin's locket or the Gaunt family's resurrection stone ring, although they should be inherited by Voldemort in name, they were all coaxed or snatched from others by him.
Only this diary is the original, and it should belong to him from the beginning to the end!
(end of this chapter)