Chapter 259: Riddle's Confidence
Chapter 259: Riddle's Confidence
Despite Fred and George's reasonable excuses, Mrs. Weasley pinched their ears, citing the fact that the ink had almost sprayed into the plate of sausages.
Fortunately, Harry took the blame, and Mrs. Weasley merely gave them a light pinch before letting Fred and George off the hook.
After Mrs. Weasley left, Harry explained in a low voice, clarifying the misunderstanding between them.
"So, this isn't the Quill Pen of Automatic Ink you were looking for?" Fred asked, rubbing his ear.
"Of course not," Harry wiped the ink off his face, "Hermione wouldn't deliberately write a letter asking about something unrelated to studies."
Fred and George thought for a moment, and indeed, the serious and 'Professor McGonagall'-like Hermione wouldn't do such a thing.
It's worth mentioning that they were the ones who gave her that nickname.
"It's a quill pen that automatically releases ink while writing."
Harry turned to Ron, "Are you carrying it with you now?"
"No," Ron picked up a sausage, "Who would bring a quill pen to breakfast?"
"Dear brother, could you please bring it here for us to see?" George asked with a smile.
Ron was about to refuse, but with everyone staring at him, he had no choice but to put down his half-eaten sausage and retrieve the quill pen from his room.
"Is this it?"
George took the pen and started writing and drawing on Harry's notice... Soon, the paper was covered in ink.
"It's really convenient for doing homework."
George stroked his chin, and like their waterproof and moisture-proof badges, this quill pen must have a Refilling Charm on it.
"Refilling Charm?" Harry blinked, obviously hearing about this spell for the first time.
"Are you guys discussing studies?"
At this moment, Mr. Weasley sat down at the table and smiled at Harry, "I think I heard you asking about the Refilling Charm. It's a very practical spell, like this..."
He tapped Harry's cup with his wand, and the pumpkin juice, which was only half full, suddenly started to overflow, quickly filling the cup.
"Wow..." Harry exclaimed, his mouth hanging open in surprise, "But... Professor McGonagall said that magic can't create food..."
"It's not created..." Mr. Weasley explained, "It's just that the pumpkin juice originally in the kitchen was transferred to your cup, saving the time of going back and forth.
I guess... this spell must have been invented by a drunkard."
Harry nodded and then turned to Fred and George, "Can you make this kind of quill pen?"
Fred paused for a moment, "What did you just ask?"
"You can also..."
"Not that, it's the question you asked when we came down just now."
Harry thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "I haven't seen Kyle for a while. Has he gone out again?"
"No, he's been in his room reading all the time." Fred said calmly, "He's always like this. It's fine once you get used to it." George returned the quill pen to Ron, "By the way, did you know? The Chudley Cannons actually won against the Flaxbrook Falcons this year."
"That's the third-ranked team... Could the bottom-ranked Cannons be rising?"
Fred and George skillfully changed the topic.
Although Harry was puzzled, when he heard about Quidditch, he quickly forgot about the quill pen and enthusiastically joined the conversation.
"The Cannons won? How do you know that!"
"It was Cedric; he went to watch the match..."
...
Meanwhile, Kyle was indeed in his room, but he wasn't reading.
I don't need it for now...
Two days later, Kyle took the diary out of the box.
He stared at Riddle's name for a moment, then turned to the second blank page and naturally copied the Transfiguration notes using his quill pen.
But before he could write much, the words started to fade, and eventually, they were completely absorbed into the paper, disappearing without a trace.
Then, a new line of text mysteriously appeared on the blank paper, written in the same ink he had just used.
[Hello, are you a student at Hogwarts?]
The words flickered for a few seconds and then vanished.
Kyle's expression changed slightly, and he quickly picked up the quill pen, hastily writing a long paragraph on the paper:
"Who are you? Where are my notes? And how can you talk to me? How do you know I'm a student at Hogwarts? Is this some kind of Dark Magic item?"
The handwriting disappeared, and it took a long time for it to reappear.
[My name is Tom Riddle. I'm not a Dark Magic item but a memory left in this diary, just like the magical portraits in the castle, which is why I can communicate with you in this way.]
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[You just wrote the instructions for transforming stationary objects into animals, which is content from the Intermediate Transfiguration Guide. You must be a third-year student.]
Kyle raised an eyebrow.
Tom Riddle seemed very patient, answering all of Kyle's questions thoroughly.
Kyle thought for a moment and wrote,
"I know about those portraits, and I often talk to them... But this is the first time I've seen such a magical diary."
"You're right. I'll be in the third year when school starts."
This time, Riddle responded quickly.
[Do you study during the holidays? I guess you must be an excellent student like me.]
"I've memorized all the books!" Kyle wrote quickly, his handwriting becoming somewhat messy, "And I'm the top of my year."
[I knew I wouldn't be wrong. We should get along well.]
"Are you also the top of your year?"
[Always.]
Riddle seemed eager to convince Kyle, and he quickly wrote again.
[I also received the School Special Contribution Award in my fifth year. You can check the Prize Display Room; my name is there.]
What's there to boast about? I have one too, and I have one more than you...
Kyle thought to himself, then picked up the quill pen.
"The School Special Contribution Award... That's quite an achievement."
"With your excellence, you must have received the Merlin Knight Order Medal too."
Seemingly unprepared for Kyle's question, Riddle fell silent once more... It wasn't until Kyle grew impatient that new words appeared on the paper.
[When I left this diary, I hadn't...]
[But I believe that if I wanted to, I could definitely obtain the Merlin Medal.]
Even through mere words, Kyle could sense Riddle's confidence.
And what he said seemed to be true.
...
(End of Chapter)
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