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The prefects were looking for students from their respective houses, and Harris was among them.
"Kyle, let's go back..." Kanna turned her head and suddenly found that Kyle, who was by her side just now, was gone.
"Cedric, have you seen Kyle?"
"He's not always... huh? Where are the people?"
At this time, outside the crowd, Kyle, under the cover of the Disillusionment Spell, quickly ran to Myrtle's bathroom.
The feather pen in the crack of the door was still there.
Pushing open the door, there were quite a few exploding books inside.
Kyle squatted down and checked the hair under the book...the position was correct.
"Oh, Kyle, are you here to comfort me?" Myrtle sat on the sink, sobbing, "That nasty Peeves, he actually said that I..."
"Sorry, Myrtle."
Kyle interrupted her and asked, "Has anyone been here recently?"
Myrtle stopped crying, then looked at Kyle suspiciously, "You."
"Besides me." Kyle continued to ask, "Has anyone else been here?"
"No one but you would come here, for there is poor, sniveling, sullen Myrtle here."
As she said this, she started crying again.
But Kyle was in no mood to comfort her right now.
After leaving the bathroom, he found an empty classroom and took out the box from the deformed lizard skin bag he carried with him.
The furnishings in the entrance room were the same as before I left.
Kyle found the magic box from under the bed, but as soon as he picked it up, his heart skipped a beat.
The weight of the box is lighter.
"No way...it must be my illusion. No one can come here."
Kyle took a few deep breaths and nervously opened the box.
Then there was nothing in the box...the diary that was originally inside was also gone.
"Wait...I must have opened it the wrong way."
Kyle replaced the lid and opened it again.
After trying five times in a row, Kyle had to admit that the diary was indeed lost, and it was right under his nose.
At this moment, a Billywig worm came flying over unsteadily.
Seeing it, Kyle asked quickly.
"Has anyone been here before?"
Billywig was hovering in midair, with the exact same expression on his face as Myrtle.
It made a slight chirping sound.
"Am I the only one who has been here?"
"Are you sure?"
The Billywig flew up and down, a nod of sorts.
Unwilling to give up, Kyle found Sniff and Norbert again and asked them the same question, but got the same answer.
Sniff poked his head around the room to make sure there was no scent of another human wizard here.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 296 The Lost Diary
The next day, Filch still did not appear in the castle.
During dinner, Kyle found Harry specifically to find out what happened in Lockhart's office yesterday.
"You must not tell anyone else. Professor Dumbledore doesn't want too many people to know about this."
Harry looked around and lowered his voice and said, "Filch became like stone because of a profound dark magic."
"Madam Pomfrey can't cure him either?" Kell asked.
"No." Harry shook his head. "Madam Pomfrey poured several bottles of potion on him and even soaked him in a barrel full of potions, but that didn't help at all. However..."
Harry hesitated, then went on: "But Lockhart said he had a way, and he said he was in a place called Wagga...what was it, no, I can't remember the name.
Anyway, he encountered similar things in one place and used various amulets to help those people solve the problem. "
"But I think he's bragging."
Ron next to him swore, "Remember? He said the same thing on the third floor, but the place names were completely different."
"It's just a different name, you can't say that." Hermione retorted: "What if he has met it twice."
"Hermione, do you still believe what he said?" Ron frowned in dissatisfaction, "He can't even deal with elves."
"By the way, Ron..." Seeing that the two seemed to be about to quarrel, Kyle quickly changed the subject.
"Have you found your pet?"
"Oh, you mean Scabbers? We've found it." Ron took the fat rat out of his pocket.
"Guess what? It didn't run outside at all. It was under the cupboard in the common room. But it might be because it hasn't eaten for a long time. It looks a little listless."
"It's okay. I have rat tonic here."
Kyle pulled out a small bottle filled with red potion and handed it to Ron.
"Thanks, Kyle."
Ron took it happily.
Kyle had given him a bottle of this rat tonic last year, which was very useful. Every time Banban drank it, he felt very energetic...but the quantity was a little small. Last year's bottle had been used up a long time ago, and he had never had the courage to ask Kyle for another one.
"You're welcome. I also want to thank you for satisfying my curiosity."
Kyle waved his hand. "It's just a bottle of rat tonic. It's no big deal. Just come to me when you run out of it."
Then he looked back at Harry.
"Potter..."
"Just call me Harry."
"Well, Harry," Kyle asked, "Have you heard any strange noises lately?"
"Strange sound? What does it mean..."
Kyle explained: "It's that whisper that only you can hear but no one else can hear."
Harry scratched his hair and thought carefully for a while...
"No."
"I only heard the letters talking when I was answering Lockhart's letters.
But Lockhart heard it at the time, and said it was a special way of replying letters, which saved time for reading, and many of his admirers were using it. "
"This is obviously not some special whispering sound...right."
Kyle nodded.
It seems that Harry did not hear the basilisk's voice.
However, the petrification problem that even Dumbledore couldn't solve was most likely related to the basilisk.
Add to that the inexplicable loss of the diary... Kyle felt overwhelmed with all these problems piled up together.
He still hasn't figured out how the diary was lost.
Kyle thought about Ron's rat, Scabbers, also known as Peter Pettigrew...but this was unlikely.
Peter is now just a mouse disguised as a pet. Even Ron doesn't know that he has a Horcrux, the diary, so he naturally doesn't know either.
To take a step back, even if Peter really knew... Kyle always carried the deformed lizard skin bag containing the box with him, and it was almost never out of his sight. Even when he slept at night, Rodan was guarding him.
A rat sneaked in and stole things without you noticing, leaving no trace behind?
It's not that Kyle looked down on Peter. If he really had this ability, he wouldn't have pretended to be a pet mouse and hid in the Weasley family for more than ten years.
He also thought of a possibility, which was the time-turner... but the Department of Mysteries had rejected the application twice in a row. Even Dumbledore couldn't borrow it, let alone himself.
And why did he go back to the past to steal his own things? And who released the basilisk that petrified Filch? Was it him? Or Riddle?
Kyle's mind was almost full of questions.
On the other side, in the eyes of Harry and others, Kyle suddenly became silent, sitting there motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.
If it weren't for his constantly changing expression and the fact that the hand holding the cutlery would occasionally unconsciously cut the steak, Harry would have thought that Kyle was also petrified.
Ron wanted to reach out and push Kyle, but was stopped by Hermione.
"Ron, Kyle is thinking about something, don't disturb him." Hermione said.
"Ok."
Ron didn't care and turned his hand to the dining table and picked up two more chicken legs.
About ten minutes later, Kyle came back to his senses, took a long breath, and rubbed his forehead.
He decided to give up.
"What were you thinking about?" Harry asked curiously.
"What kind of dark magic could have done that to Filch?" Kyle said casually.
Harry became interested. "Have you thought of that?"
"I don't know much about the Dark Arts." Kyle shrugged. "I can do the Petrification Charm, but that obviously wouldn't be a problem for Dumbledore."
"I see..." Harry looked disappointed.
"By the way, why did you go to the third floor at that time?"