HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

Some time later, a Muggle-born wizard and a ghost in Hufflepuff were petrified.

The next day, Hagrid was taken away and detained in Azkaban for investigation.

Why Hagrid? Avro was confused, could Hagrid be the one related to the Slytherin heir?

……

Ginny Weasley found Aphra and said she had something to say.

Avro always felt that Ginny Weasley in front of her was weird.

She sat in front of herself and handed herself a notebook.

It was the notebook that Harry had carried that Avro had seen in the abandoned bathroom.

Avro rolled her eyes, "You don't know me either, so why did you give me the notebook?"

"This book is very magical. Don't you want to know its magic?" she asked blankly.

Avro shook her head, "I don't want to."

She lowered her head and slowly took away the notebook. Avro held the notebook down and frowned, "I'll keep the notebook."

"Okay, take it." Ginny stood up and quickly left her.

What is this for?

Handing her the problematic gadget in such a grand manner...

And even though this book was obviously weird, she still accepted it.

Avro chuckled, "I'm too weird."

She frowned, yes, she was too weird.

Avro thought so, opened the book, and wrote her name in a strange way.

"Aphro Greengrass."

To her surprise, the writing on the page disappeared.

Then, a line of words appeared automatically, "Hello, I am Tom Riddle."

……

Avro came back to her senses, closed the book hard, and shook her head.

Why did she go to the bathroom that night? Why did she take over Ginny Weasley's notebook? Why did she write?

too frightening.

Avro took a deep breath, opened the window, and sat down again as the breeze blew through.

She opened the book again, she really wanted to know what was going on.

"what are you?"

"...I am a memory. The owner of this diary is named Tom Riddle."

"I don't know." Avro wrote silently.

"..."

There was silence on the other side.

"Fifty years ago, I won the Special Contribution Award."

"Writing is too slow, can I see you?" Avro thought for a moment and asked.

"..."

"Can't you?"

"can."

The next second, the scene changed, and Aphra was sitting opposite a handsome man.

This is the most handsome boy she has ever seen.

Avro propped her chin up, "Tom Riddle?"

"it's me."

"What are you doing?" Avro got straight to the point.

"..." Tom has never seen such a cheerful person... He is too reckless.

"I..." Tom's prepared words of persuasion were of no use. He originally planned to slowly make her believe in him.

Tom was wary and leaned back, "I heard that something special happened in the school recently. Maybe I know a little bit about it."

"Oh." Avro avoided talking about Hogwarts. "You said you are a memory, but why can you have independent consciousness and chat with me? Where is this, an illusion?"

"..."

Tom's expression paused, and then he quickly returned to his calm expression, "I say I am a memory because my memory stopped fifty years ago."

Doesn't she want to know what happened fifty years ago? ?

"That means you do have autonomous consciousness, and this is indeed an illusion, right?" Avro continued to ask the question she wanted to know.

"..."

"You acquiesce." Avro nodded, "What are you, entity or soul?"

Tom was a little confused.

Avro stood up, walked to him, and wanted to hold his hand, but she passed him.

"Soul." Avro thought for a moment, "Is that diary your... carrier?"

"How do you know?" Tom thought for a long time and asked simply.

Avro chuckled lightly, "Isn't it easy to guess?"

"Tell me about it." Tom smiled.

"I'll ask one more question. If you answer me, I'll tell you how I guessed it." Avro curled her lips.

"You ask."

"Are you able to control others through some means?"

"..." Tom sat up straight.

"Okay, you don't have to answer." Avro smiled at him.

"It's your turn to tell me." Tom felt that he was being manipulated, but he did not panic at all and remained calm.

"You can only communicate with others through the diary, and you can only control others through the diary." Avro asked, "How did you control Ginny Weasley?"

"Then how do I know?" Tom replied casually, "Anyway, I have been chatting with her since she woke me up."

"Can you control her by chatting with her?" Avro asked, "When can you control me?"

"..."

Tom met Avro's gaze, and Avro saw through his shocked heart.

"But I don't understand, why me?" Avro asked incomprehensively, "Have you been staring at me for a long time? I feel like my soul has been penetrated during this time."

"...Because you smell very good." Tom came closer to her.

Avro felt a chill.

"I..." Avro subconsciously avoided him.

Had he controlled Ginny Weasley from that early on? When they were in the Duel Club, Ginny came up to her and told her that she smelled good.

"Your soul is very fragrant. I really want to have it. Can you give it to me?" Tom asked her pretending to be pitiful.

"How about you give it a try?" Avro suggested sincerely.

As for why she is so bold, of course it is because she has known since she was three years old that the power of her soul cannot be taken away by anyone.

Tom frowned, slowly stretched out his hand, and passed it through her heart. A chill came over her, but nothing changed.

Tom felt cold.

These days, with the support of the Weasley girl, he has obviously become like a fish in water. He could feel that his soul had become much stronger and had been repaired.

But why couldn't it affect the girl in front of me at all?

Although her soul is very nourishing, it shouldn't be... Could it be that he made a mistake in judgment?

What to do now, it’s a bit embarrassing.

Or we should find a way to get back to Weasley...

Tom pursed his lips and pulled back his hand.

Neither of them noticed that the ring on Avro's hand glowed slightly with blue light.

Avro raised the corners of her mouth slightly, "I still have questions."

"Sorry, no reception today." Tom turned around and snapped his fingers.

The next second, Avro returned to the classroom where she was.

Avro's eyes narrowed.

There was movement behind him.

Ginny was a little flustered. She muttered, looking very confused, "I'm here to get my things back..."