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Chapter 55- Forced To Be Floppy.

 

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Today was the day of the first Quidditch match of the year. And it would be Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Admittedly, does anyone even bother when it is Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw? Because it feels like those guys are just here to fill up the seats. Anyway, I have been on a grind lately, busy with my research and training, as well as doing classes for all the kids. I was kind of worn out, and I needed a break, so I came to watch the match with everyone else. Also, I realised that there would hardly be anyone in the castle, and I didn't particularly feel like staying with a potential snake attack around each corner.

So, here I am in the stands with my fellow professors and, oddly enough, Lucius Malfoy, who has come to see his son's first match. Seeing him, I cast my eyes around, looking for his milf wife, but she was nowhere to be seen. I guess she had to stay at home. It's a shame. I would have liked to talk to her, especially since Draco had mentioned how big of a fan she was of mine. I didn't have any interest in the male Malfoy, so I ignored the man and sat and waited for the match to begin while chatting with Professor McGonagall. Well, I call it chatting, but really it was flirting. To be honest, I am not attracted to the lady. She is a bit old for me, which is probably because of stress. Otherwise, she would likely be a beauty like my gilf mistress Esther Beaufort.

As I was saying, I have been flirting with the women. And not because I am trying to sleep with her. I have managed to get out at least once a week for some stress relief. No, it is purely because of how strict and stiff the woman is. Her face is always hard, and she never smiles or anything. Always so stern. So, I have given myself the side mission of trying to get some reactions out of her. So far, she just stays emotionless at my attempts and replies quite coldly, and it's been fun. I am sure I will get at least a smile out of her before the year is up.

When there was a sudden roar of noise around me, I looked to the pitch and watched as both the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams walked out. There were mainly cheers because Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were rooting against Slytherin. Still, the Slytherins in the crowd tried to fight back with boos and hisses. To my side, I could see a slight, almost miniature curve to Minerva's lips, but then it was gone. Shaking my head, I watched as Madam Hooch, the Quidditch teacher, walked up to the two Quidditch captains and made them shake hands, which they did, though they clearly hated each other.

I was more focused on looking at Madam Hooch. And, can I just say, I want to get in her Hooch. Madam Hooch had spiky grey hair, which was cut short and had piercing, yellow, hawk-like eyes, with a pair of goggles resting against her forehead. She wore a white button-down collared shirt and black necktie under a cloak with the Hogwarts crest, and I could tell she had a fantastic body. She is the Quidditch teacher, after all, and so she has a fit and healthy body which looks amazing. I don't know how I haven't noticed her before.

Probably because she was always wearing a giant witch's hat and black robes whenever I saw her in the great hall, and she was always sitting down on the opposite end of me. To be honest, I had heard a few others talking about her and decided she wasn't worth my time. And that was mainly because they were talking about how old she was. Apparently, she sometimes spoke about the great war, which happened in 1918, meaning she was around eighty years old at this point and had been teaching at Hogwarts for decades. She had even taught the likes of James Potter and others in his year. Hell, she was probably in Hogwarts at the same time as Tom Riddle.

Still, she was at least triple my body's age, but she was still a beautiful woman. This just lends credence to my theory on magic and how it affects wizards and witches. With this energy called magic inside of us, it keeps us looking young and healthy. However, those of us without strong magic that let their magic deteriorate through not using it and those who have some mental problems and stress issues look older and worse. 

Prime examples are Dumbledore, who is stressed because of Voldemort, and Minerva, who is stressed because of her Gryffindor students, as well as all the work she has to do, including Dumbledore, as he fulfilled three different positions. Hell, I am pretty sure that McGonagall and Hooch are around the same age. Looking down at Hooch's busty, sexy form and imagining some sordid acts involving flying on broomsticks, I couldn't help but glance sideways at Professor McGonagall and wonder if she was less stressed and had some fun, would she start looking young again. I do like a Scottish accent...

She was practically best friends with Professor McGonagall as I saw them chatting to each other a lot, but she was always seated in the Great Hall. With her wearing the big hat and robes as well as being behind the table, I never got a proper look at her, and now I could only regret that I had wasted all this time without approaching her. In fact, without paying much attention to any of the female professors. Now that I looked around, I saw there were a few beauties among the staff. Actually, now that I have paid attention to Hooch, I can actually remember her.

She has been to a few of my book signings, and I have signed them for her. In fact, just this latest one where I met Harry, I remember greeting this woman, but again, she had her body covered up, and I met a lot of pretty people that day. Still, she is a fan of mine, so I wonder why she has never approached me. In fact, I saw the other professors around the place every once in a while, but I only saw her at the Great Hall. Is she avoiding me?

"On my whistle," said Madam Hooch. "Three... two... one..." With a roar from the crowd to speed them upward, the fourteen players rose toward the leaden sky. I watched as Harry flew higher than any of them, his head looking left to right and ignoring Draco, who seemed to be shouting at him. Harry just shot off past underneath him, ignoring the Malfoy. But then a heavy black Bludger came pelting toward him, just barely grazing the tips of his hair.

A beater, either Fred or George, streaked past him with his club in his hand, defending Harry and knocking the Bludger at a particularly ugly Slytherin, but then it just flew back at Harry again. Hmm, I suppose this was going to happen as I couldn't really affect this. This was Dobby, wasn't it, and I hadn't interacted with the elf, even through third parties. So, obviously, he was going to do this. In fact, I thought this might happen and so I came to watch Harry get hit by it... I think I might be a little bit of a sadist, as I put these kids through a lot and delight in their misery.

The Bludger would not leave Harry alone, and both Beaters noticed this. Both Fred and George were doing their utmost to keep the Bludger from killing Harry while Harry just continued to fly for his life as fast as he could. This went on for a while, with Harry having quite a few misses, and it was made more complicated for him, given the fact that the rainfall was quite heavy.

Harry dropped quickly to avoid it, and George managed to hit it hard toward Malfoy. Once again, the Bludger swerved like a boomerang and shot at Harry's head. Harry put on a burst of speed and zoomed toward the other end of the pitch. The Bludger followed behind him. Damn, Dobby has some juice to do this. That thing is a bloody death ball. If I could get a bunch of house elves and they could all do this, couldn't I take over England?

"Slytherin lead, one hundred points to zero." The Slytherins' superior brooms were clearly doing their jobs, which was to be expected. These were the Ultimate brooms, not including the ones we have in development. It was only natural that this happened; if only Harry had actually accepted the broom I was letting him have, he would be able to escape the Bludger with no problem and catch the Snitch as well. But clearly, that isn't going to happen.

At this point, the twins realise something is wrong and signal something to their captain. Soon after, Hooch's whistle rang out, and Harry, Fred, and George dived for the ground, still trying to avoid the mad Bludger. The rest of the Gryffindor team joined them and huddled together as they started to discuss while Slytherins in the crowd jeered at them.

Not long after, Madam Hooch's whistle rang once again, and Harry was up in the air once more, the Bludger already zooming behind him. I watched as he climbed higher and higher, looping, swerving, spiralling, zigzagging and rolling. Harry was doing his best to try and lose the Bludger, but it refused to let him go. He actually looked quite dumb doing all that stuff since it had no effect. The crowd just laughed as he fought for his life.

And then, once again, Malfoy started bugging Harry, which proved to be disastrous for the Slytherin as Harry quickly zoomed straight at him after dodging the Bludger once more. Malfoy didn't know what was going on, and Harry sped past him, but then he chased after him. They must have seen the Snitch. They were both neck and neck, Harry using his superior skills to keep up with the superior broom, and they both kept clashing with each other, their limbs getting tangled. And then they both reached for it before the Bludger made itself known once more and smashed into them, sending Harry and Draco spinning, and then when the Bludger came once more, they avoided it but started to careen towards the ground, smashing into it, hard.

I watch, amused, as, with a splattering thud, Harry hits the mud and rolls off his broom, Draco following along. His arm was hanging at a strange angle, Draco's as well. There was a lot of whistling and shouting then, as some worried for the boys, but some delighted in their misery. I was of the latter, though I kept my cheer internal. Harry seemed to be more focused on the Snitch clutched in his good hand, but then his head flopped.

At this point, a few people were panicking, and I, seeing my chance, immediately decided to go and treat the boys. Why, you may ask. Well, because while I am not sticking to canon as much anymore, if I can make things go a way in which I can predict, then why wouldn't I. Instead of going for the stairs, where all of the students and teachers are getting clogged trying to get down and onto the pitch, I instead go towards the balcony. Spotting what I wanted, I pulled out my wand, and with a quick Accio, Draco's broom shot towards me, and I promptly caught it in my hand.

I hopped on it, and then, with incredible ease, I flew over to the incident sight. Gilderoy was not actually lying in his autobiography when he said he was a seeker in Quidditch. While probably not as good as he said, he did play, and he was alright. And, of course, I had spent a fair share amount of my time on the Firebolt, having been around some when testing, and so I knew how to handle the broom. Which was why I was the first on the scene. Landing, I handed the broom to a Slytherin player that had arrived after me. Then I saw the rest of the Slytherin players crowd around Malfoy.

I decide to ignore Malfoy for the moment since his team is there, and I walk over to Harry who is laid out on the ground. His team arrived just as I kneeled over the boy, and I gestured at them to give me some space as I pulled out my wand and then started to examine the boy. With some basic scans, I can tell that he has just broken his arm, which is a good result given the massive tumble he just took 

"Oh, no, not you," Oh, it seems like he woke up, and he seemed to moan about me coming to his aid. Hmm, it seems I was doing a little too good of a job of being unreliable in Harry's eyes. I initially did so because I wanted to avoid Harry coming to me for help with The Chamber of Secrets and rescuing Ginny. Still, that is a moot point since she no longer has the book.

"Well, that really hurts my feelings, Harry." I leaned over and whispered to Harry so no one else could hear before then addressing the surrounding crowd, "Not to worry, Harry. I'm about to fix your arm." I said loudly to the anxious crowd of Gryffindors pressing around us so that they could understand my intentions. After all, Harry needs to spend the night in the hospital.

"No!" said Harry. "I'll keep it like this, thanks..." He tried to sit up, but he couldn't, and then there was a familiar clicking noise just behind me. "I don't want a photo of this, Colin," Harry roared at him; I didn't bother to turn around to see Creevey.

"Lie back, Harry," I said soothingly, my hand on his shoulders and looking deep into his eyes. "It's a simple charm I've used countless times-" I state for the benefit of the crowd. Still, Harry, for some reason, I couldn't see why, started to become more adamant in his refusal.

Harry writhed in my grip. "Why can't I just go to the hospital wing?" He said through clenched teeth. Well, don't worry, Harry, you will be going there. And It isn't going to be my fault. Honestly, I wouldn't have even done this unless Malfoy was here for me to move to next.

"He should really, Professor," said Wood, who couldn't help grinning even though his Seeker was injured. "Great capture, Harry, really spectacular. You're best yet, I'd say." Yeah, it was a good catch, but it was utterly useless at the end of the day. The one hundred and fifty points didn't change anything. The Slytherins had been using my brooms to dominate, and even if they didn't catch the Snitch, they still won. 

"Now don't move, Harry, or there will be consequences," I declared loudly for everyone to hear before rolling up my sleeves. "No, don't!" Protested Harry weakly, but I was already moving my wand, and a second later, I pointed it directly at Harry's arm. Harry, reacting impulsively (who knows why he would suddenly do that?), tried to slap the wand away, but that just interfered with the spell.

It looked like Harry's arm was being deflated. The people around me gasped, and Colin Creevey began clicking away madly. And it was apparent why as I had just vanished the bone straight out from his arm. Alright, I admit it; I did it on purpose. And I also admit to using some of my mind voodoo on Harry, so he resisted, and now I can blame it all on him. Perfect.

"Why did you do that, Harry?" I said. "If you hadn't hit my wand, your bones would have mended. But now... well, the bones are no longer broken because they are not there anymore. Now you are going to need some Skele-Gro to fix that arm, Harry. So toddle up to the hospital wing- ah, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, would you escort him? -and Madam Pomfrey will be able to fix you right up." I sighed for dramatic effect.

Then, as Harry got to his feet, I moved over to the other injured boy. Thankfully, the professors were still not here yet, so my plan was working out exactly like I wanted. I kneeled next to Draco and used a spell to make sure Malfoy wouldn't move, making it seem as if I had learnt from Harry's mistake and then I twirled my wand once again, and a second later, I directed it straight at Malfoy's arm. And it healed. Malfoy was up in seconds, happy to be okay. I could see Harry watching, distraught in the distance.

Well, that worked out perfectly.

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Chapter 56- The Hor Radar.

 

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It was a few hours after the Quidditch match, and suffice it to say, I didn't think I would still be awake. And neither did I think I would be paying a visit to the Infirmary, but here I am. Having been awoken by the loud knocks of Professor Pomona Sprout, who seems to think very well of me for some reason. She informed me about another attack on a student, and then she waited there expectantly for me to go check it out. She did not leave until I did, and so I went to the Infirmary, arriving just as Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall did, with something in tow.

Dumbledore was backing into the dormitory, wearing a long, woolly dressing gown and a nightcap. He was carrying one end of what looked like a statue. Professor McGonagall appeared a second later, carrying its feet. Making myself known, I move forward and hold the doors open for them. They said a quick word of thanks before, together, they heaved it onto a bed.

"Get Madam Pomfrey," whispered Dumbledore for the benefit of the other people inside, and Professor McGonagall hurried out of sight as quickly as possible. I spotted Harry at the end of the room, who lay quite still, though I could tell he was awake given the tenseness in his shoulders. I heard urgent voices down the hall, and then Professor McGonagall swept back into view, closely followed by Madam Pomfrey, who was pulling a cardigan on over her nightdress. And when she drew closer, I heard a sharp intake of breath.

"What happened?" Madam Pomfrey whispered to Dumbledore, bending over the statue on the bed. I had yet to actually get a good luck at who the student was, and with Madam Pomfrey leaning over them, I still couldn't, only that they were wearing Gryffindor Robes. I am trying to remember exactly who this was supposed to be. "Another attack," said Dumbledore. "Minerva found him on the stairs." He sighs.

"There was a bunch of grapes next to him," said Professor McGonagall. "We think he was trying to sneak up here to visit Potter." I heard a weird gurgling, and I looked over to see Harry slowly and carefully lift himself a few inches so he could look at the statue on the bed. A ray of moonlight lay across its staring face. It was Colin Creevey. His eyes were wide, and his hands were stuck up in front of him, holding his camera. Then he saw me staring at him and then shut his eyes.

"Petrified?" whispered Madam Pomfrey. "Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "But I shudder to think... If Albus hadn't been on the way downstairs for hot chocolate - who knows what might have -" The three of them stared down at Colin, and I decided to stop looking at Harry or for any signs of Dobby. Looking down at Colin Creevey's frozen form, I could see the look of shock on his face behind his camera. I am pretty sure this is how it went in the movie. Makes me think that if I hadn't sent Harry here, this kid wouldn't have been petrified. Oh well, it was past curfew, so he brought it on himself.

Then Dumbledore leaned forward and wrenched the camera out of Colin's rigid grip. "You don't think he managed to get a picture of his attacker?" said Professor McGonagall eagerly. "I don't think whoever did this would be as callous as to leave anything behind," I say because this young Tom Riddle is much more cautious and clever than the current Tom Riddle.

Dumbledore didn't say anything as he opened the back of the camera. "Good gracious!" said Madam Pomfrey as a jet of steam hissed out of the camera. We could all smell the acrid smell of burnt plastic. Obviously, a shoddy little camera isn't going to stand up to the might of a Basilisk's eyes. 

"Melted," said Madam Pomfrey wonderingly. "All melted..." Yes, it is. Which makes me wonder how the hell this happened. Colin Creevey had snuck out during curfew to see Harry. He got attacked, which means another student must have also snuck out of curfew to order the Basilisk. But that doesn't make sense since I had precautions in place. I should have known it was happening.

"What does this mean, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked urgently. "It means," said Dumbledore, "that the Chamber of Secrets is indeed open again." Madam Pomfrey clapped a hand to her mouth while Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore. Well, duh, what the hell did you think happened to Filch and his cat?

"But, Albus... surely... who?" Who is the heir? Who is opening the Chamber? Who is attacking these students? Well, I have the same questions. Well, I know who the heir is and therefore know half the party attacking the students. I just needed to figure out who the patsy was, and I thought I had a solid plan.

"The question is not who," said Dumbledore, his eyes on Colin. "The question is, how..." From what I could see of Professor McGonagall's shadowy face, she didn't understand what he meant, but I did. How is the culprit doing this? How is he attacking and petrifying? How is he managing to do so stealthily in this castle, right under Dumbledore's nose? How the hell did that Basilisk get out? That last one was my own question because, by all rights, according to the information I have on hand, it didn't.

"Well then, I don't think there is anything we can do about this at this moment in time. We will just have to wait for the Mandrakes to finish growing. But, we should really deal with this before the attacks go too far." I say, receiving a nod from Minerva while Dumbledore and Pomfrey stay silent. Nodding my head at them, I bid them goodbye and quickly go on my way. Once in the hall, I reach into my pocket and put on my pair of glasses, just in case the thing is still prowling around, and also because of my destination.

I move quickly, more confused than worried, because I thought I had a foolproof plan for this. Finally, I arrive at my destination, the haunted girl's bathroom. I actually have only been here a couple of times since Hermione was doing her little brew in here and hiding it in one of the toilet stalls, and I'd rather not come face to face with the three of them and have to answer some awkward questions as well as ask some. They can do their illegal potion. I'm not bothered.

Still, this place is the entrance to The Chamber of Secrets and the point where whoever has the diary will enter the Chamber to go and command the beast within. Which is why I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to find out who exactly had the goddamn thing. Which is why I put some wards down. It is not exactly my expertise, but I had a lot of motivation and all of Hogwarts books to help me. Plusa focused mind thanks to my mind magic, which all helped me to get down some of it.

And I went ahead and put some alert wards down on the entrance, which would ignore myself, the golden trio and moaning myrtle. I tried to be subtle with it, and it would only move when the sinks shifted around, shifting the floor, so not precisely the Chamber being opened, but the same thing at the end of the day. Which is why I am baffled as to how Colin Creevey was attacked when I was not alerted at all. 

I know my wards were not the best, but I thought I was subtle enough. And I would have thought since the possession was relatively early on that Riddle would be focusing his all on maintaining control of his victim and wouldn't notice it. But clearly, something has gone wrong. Something that I did not account for. Alright, let's think about the facts. The entrance to The Chamber of Secrets was not opened. Otherwise, my alert ward would have gone off or been tampered with, which it hasn't.

Colin Creevery was attacked and petrified by the Basilisk. The Basilisk can only be commanded by the heir of Slytherin, in this case being, Tom Riddle. Ergo, Tom Riddle had gotten into The Chamber of Secrets without using the entrance and commanded the beast to go and hunt. Which means there is more than one entrance to it, and he did not use this entrance. The Basilisk can move through the pipes in the school, and it does not exit the girl's bathroom every time, so it is obvious in hindsight that there are multiple entrances to it. Which could mean a number of things.

It was past curfew, so maybe they took a different entrance as it was closer to their dormitory. The Golden Trio was always here during the days working on their potion, so the victim couldn't come during the daytime, which is likely why they struck after curfew. The more frightening possibility is that Tom Riddle did come here, and he did notice the alert ward before using a different entrance. This means he knows that somebody knows this is the entrance and knows somebody is after him. This means he will be a lot more cautious now, and he will go completely off-script. Why do I feel like it is this one? Shit.

I'm going to bed.

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So, the following day, after only a few hours of sleep, I managed to sit down and think through my plans going forward. So, not only have I been going through what I have done so far, but I have also been thinking about what to do going forward. I am at an advantage here. Tom Riddle and I are both aware of each other or, more accurately, aware that someone in the castle is trying to stop him. Except, neither of us knows who the other is. I don't know which student he is possessing, and he doesn't know who is aware of and after him. Though he is probably assuming it is a teacher, maybe Dumbledore. In fact, I could probably be at ease that Tom thinks he is contending with Dumbledore, and so I can continue to act without worry. Well, some worry.

Now, the only question is, how am I going to find this diary. Out of the hundreds of students in the castle, how am I supposed to narrow it down to just one? Tom knows his existence has been exposed at this point, so he isn't going to let his new host carry it around in the open or even mention it. Given how quickly Riddle acted after finding a new host and how he most likely saw through my ward, he is in complete control of the victim. This means either the host is incredibly mentally weak, or their mindset aligns with Riddle's, and they are voluntarily working together or something close to it. Which is hard to fathom, but I suppose if it is a Slytherin Pureblood, then it could be possible.

Damn it, how the hell do you find Horcruxes? I wish I had a radar or... something. Hold on a minute, in the books, wasn't it Harry that found all of them. He had a vision of them and saw all of the locations and, found them all and destroyed them through that. So if I could get him, and just mind whammy him and get him to lead me to them... but that wouldn't work. Not only because Dumbledore and everybody else have their eyes on him nearly all the time but because Harry can't sense the other Horcuruxes at this point in time.

In his first year, he could feel Voldemort on the back of Quirrel's head, but that is because that was the real Voldemort, even if in just spirit form. But Harry had been near Ginny a lot, especially as he was living with the Weasleys at one point, and yet he didn't feel the diary even once. The only thing I can surmise is that when Voldemort came back to full strength and got stronger, so too did all of his Horcruxes. Including Harry? And then he could get visions of them all. So that is a bust. But wait.

That does prove that all of the Horcruxes are connected in some way. Harry was able to see the other locations because he was a Horcrux as well. They are all linked in some way; they are all parts of Voldemort's cut-up janky soul. So if Harry could do it, then maybe I can. Ignoring the fact that the kid is a Horcux himself, it is possible to locate other Horcruxes through just one. Of course, there are probably a lot more steps to it than just that, but it is a starting point. And luckily enough, I know the location of another Horcrux that is actually in this castle with me, and so I can get it quite quickly.

The news that Colin Creevey had been attacked and was now lying as though dead in the hospital wing had spread through the entire school by Monday morning. The air was suddenly thick with rumour and suspicion. The first years were now moving around the castle in tight-knit groups as though scared they would be attacked if they ventured forth alone. I could see Ginny Weasley was very distraught since she knew exactly what was happening and why. Still, Fred and George were trying to cheer her up. I might need to pay her a visit before she blabs to someone and things start getting out of hand.

Meanwhile, hidden from the teachers, a roaring trade in talismans, amulets, and other protective devices was sweeping the school. I had spotted Neville Longbottom purchasing a large, evil-smelling green onion, a pointed purple crystal, and a rotting newt tail from an older student in the courtyard. At the Great Hall, the other Gryffindor boys pointed out that he was in no danger as he was a pureblood and, therefore, unlikely to be attacked. Neville didn't care. In his mind, he was closer to a squib than a pureblood.

And so after getting ready and attending breakfast, I made my way up to the seventh floor. I don't have class right now, and most of the students do, which is why I am taking this opportunity to head to The Room of Requirement. I had stayed away from there so far, as Tom Riddle was on the loose. I didn't know if, at the moment he made the Horcrux the diary, he was aware of the room, but I know he is aware of it at the present date. I couldn't take the risk that the diary knew of it and risk running into it, so I stayed away. But now, well, I needed to go in there to get the object that would help me survive this year. It's hunt or be hunted now.

Reaching the hallway, where I spot the tapestry of the dude teaching Trolls to dance, which looks quite funny and stupid, I turn and face the wall opposite it. I walk towards it, my hand touching the wall, but not feeling anything. Nevertheless, I am sure this is the location, and so I start walking. I walk to the right, and then back to the left, and then back to the right. The whole time, I am thinking of my need to find something specific, to find the object that I desire the most right now.

And then a door appears, and I stop. I look around, making sure no one is about, and then I walk towards it and open the door before stepping inside. What I was expecting was a small room with maybe a pedestal in the middle, upon which my desired object would be, waiting for me to take it away. But when has life ever been so easy? I stand in The Room of Hidden Things. Before me, stacked up in numerous piles, is a whole bunch of stuff. Most of it is junk, and the place looks like some kind of orderly dump. With a sigh, I draw my wand and point it forth, ready to bolt back out the door if this actually works. Since things would start falling, most likely.

"Accio Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem." I wait, but nothing happens. I guess this is going to take me a while.

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In the second week of December, that's right, I still need to find the thing. Professor McGonagall was going around the great hall, collecting names of those who would be staying at school for Christmas. Harry, Ron, and Hermione signed her list, and I saw that Malfoy was staying as well, so they would use the Polyjuice Potion soon and try to worm a confession out of him. Even though it isn't him. Well, it could be. Maybe these guys will actually dig something up. It could be anyone.

Anyway, I would be spending this time preparing myself for combat as well as searching for the Diadem in The Room of Requirement. And I was planning on chatting up some of the hot teachers as well, but my life comes first.

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I want to talk more with you guys, so I am leaving little notes like this at the end of each chapter.

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