boyutpedia Chapter 117 There's a thief!
Chapter 117 There's a thief!
Chapter 117 There's a thief!
There's a thief!
Broken glass was scattered all over the floor, and various documents piled up in the corner were also scattered on the ground. Owl Xia huddled in the corner, trembling.
How could a thief steal my things? My salary was even paid in advance!
Wait, is Mr. Riddle's diary still there?
Thinking of this, Loila quickly raised her wand and flicked it, trying to make the diary fly over—but—nothing happened. It didn't fly out from the crack in the stone in the secret room or from the puddle as it had before.
Instead—it disappeared.
Roy felt a chill run down his spine. Could it be Dumbledore? — No, no, no —.
It couldn't be him. He could have simply dispelled the Apparitions Charm and walked in himself, instead of smashing the glass like a robber.
Loila pursed her lips and looked around the office before walking to a corner and picking up her owl—Sia seemed terrified, cowering there trembling.
I have no idea what it saw—I wish it could talk—
Roy soothed the owl and then gently raised his wand.
A faint golden mist drifted through the office... but it only settled gently on the floor like falling dust.
Nothing happened again. Loila frowned slightly, realizing that the thief must have used an anti-tracking spell—this was bad.
He lost Mr. Riddle's diary just as he learned that Mr. Riddle was Voldemort, and the thief was someone who had absolutely no clues.
There are too many possibilities. Hogwarts doesn't have much security at Christmas. The thief could not only have come from inside the school, but could have come from outside. Moreover, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office is only on the second floor—a skilled person could easily break the glass and get in—let alone a wizard.
Loila walked to the window and looked out, but found nothing of use—the thief simply hadn't had time to tidy the room, but any other possible clues to follow him had been cut off.
Why, why would there be a thief?! Roy covered her head, completely baffled! She couldn't understand why anyone would choose to steal the diary instead of the more valuable magic array materials on her desk.
She even left a few Galleons on the table without taking them, but the thief took the diary—was it because he noticed something unusual about Mr. Riddle's diary?
Or—Loy thought of a less than pleasant possibility—was it Mr. Riddle doing this on purpose?
Thinking about it carefully, Mr. Riddle could indeed open his diary by himself—and he could also sense what was happening outside—he even knew who he had spoken to—
Except for not being able to walk on his own, he is almost indistinguishable from a living, breathing person.
But why is that?
Did I treat Mr. Riddle badly?
He wanted to see Hogwarts—well, if he were Voldemort, then whether he truly missed Hogwarts is a bit questionable, but anyway, didn't I fulfill his request?
Royla wasn't entirely sure whether there was any difference between sixteen-year-old Mr. Riddle and the later Voldemort—no villain is a villain from childhood.
You see, Dumbledore wasn't this bad when he was a kid, right?
During her time with Mr. Riddle, she genuinely didn't find anything about him that resembled Voldemort, that little piece of trash.
Should he ask Dumbledore? He seemed to know what kind of person Mr. Riddle was. Roy remembered that Tom appeared in Dumbledore's memories—that Tom must be Mr. Riddle.
But if she asked Dumbledore that, he would surely doubt her—the thought of the questions he might ask sent a shiver down Royla's spine.
She certainly didn't want Dumbledore to know that she was the one who brought Voldemort's diary into Hogwarts—
After thinking for a long time, Loila collapsed, clutching her head and squatting down—she had absolutely no clue what to do.
Although many things had been stolen from her in the past, none of them had ever annoyed her so much.
Because what was stolen was not just an ordinary diary; it was Mr. Riddle, who was also his friend and the one who shared the secret room with him.
Loila never imagined that the phrase "my friend has been stolen" would be used in this situation.
Moreover, Mr. Riddle was connected to Voldemort. Although Royla herself felt that Mr. Riddle was not a bad person, since he was willing to be her friend, how could he be a bad person?
But if anyone found out—Mr. Dyer would definitely be destroyed! After all, if he had known from the beginning that he was Voldemort's diary, he probably wouldn't have dared to communicate with him so much.
Loila never imagined that her not-so-bright brain would have to go through so many complicated things in just one day—
First, Tom Riddle was Voldemort, and then Nagini was Lord Grindelwald's enemy—
Now we have to consider who the thief is, and whether Mr. Riddle is good or bad.
Whew—calm down—calm down—
Loira patted her face and recited the magic circle knowledge several times to calm herself down—she had to do it step by step, just like before.
The most important question is still—who stole Mr. Riddle? Because regardless of whether Mr. Riddle was good or bad, as the one who brought him into Hogwarts, Royla felt she should take him out.
But there are too many possible thieves... It could be not just professors, but also students, outsiders—even some magical creature that escaped from the Forbidden Forest.
It might have been stolen by Slytherin from the Black Lake.
If only there were something I could use to track Mr. Riddle—Loira thought to herself, then suddenly realized something.
She quickly raised her wand and flicked it, then grabbed a red, carefully wrapped gift box.
This is a gift she gave to Mr. Riddle, a diary set made of dragon skin. Strictly speaking, this thing already belongs to Mr. Riddle—so, can she use it to find Mr. Riddle?
Loila pursed her lips, opened the gift, and then gently raised her wand and tapped it.
In her delighted gaze, the diary cover slowly floated up. Sure enough! With it, she could find Mr. Lupin just like she had found him back then—
"Clatter".
The diary cover had only been airborne for a few seconds when it crashed to the ground.
Hey?
Loila's blue eyes were filled with great confusion.
Why is that—isn't the spell working?
Loira waved her wand again, and the diary cover floated up once more. This time, she watched carefully as the diary cover slowly flew to the doorway—
"Clatter".
Then he fell to the ground again.
Loila was silent for a few seconds, then she roughly understood the reason—
The diary set was a gift I gave to Mr. Riddle, and although it was now considered his property, the connection between it and him wasn't strong enough, since Mr. Riddle had never worn it—unlike Mr. Lupin's wolf fur, which had a strong connection.
Therefore, using "tracking" is a bit too much for it—so the spell's duration is very limited.
Roy couldn't help but sigh, then subconsciously counted the time on his fingers.
There are still six months left in this semester. I need to use this diary cover to travel all over Hogwarts during these six months—but not during the day!
That is, assuming Mr. Riddle is still at Hogwarts.
But if Mr. Riddle was no longer at Hogwarts, Loila felt a headache coming on.
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