Chapter 67 Now Is the Time for Fantasy!
Humans are complex, dynamic, and subjective animals... Often, even a very minor change can change a person's mind.
The Chamber of Secrets was burned, the Basilisk was taken away, and even the person holding the diary was no longer Ginny... Because of Rolf's butterfly effect, this is more than a minor change.
Tom Riddle is not a fixed program, and his thoughts, ideas, and actions will certainly change.
But the problem is that although Tom's actions vary from time to time, he has a clear goal in everything he does, not just at will.
Just like opening the Chamber of Secrets and releasing the Basilisk in the original time and space, he did it to kill people... the same goal as fifty years ago.
Although he failed in the end, it was just that the student was too lucky.
But now he can kill Filch, but Tom didn't do it, which can only mean that his goal has changed, as if he has other ideas.
And in this idea, Filch may not die!
Of course, no matter what the goal is, finding the person holding the diary is the most important thing.
For now, Rolf still thinks Lockhart is the most suspicious.
He was not in his office when the trophy room was attacked; he was alone in the school hospital during the Halloween party, so he had plenty of time to commit the crime.
Lockhart is like Da Gu. Every time a monster appears, he disappears for three minutes... It looks too suspicious!
Rolf plans to sneak into the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office during class one day to find out if there is a diary.
Hermione saw that the boy was still in a daze, and her fluffy head came over and asked curiously: "What are you reading?"
Rolf came back to his senses, and he slightly raised the book in his hand, revealing the thick gilded cover.
"The Complete Collection of Pure-Blood Families in Britain?" Hermione asked in surprise: "Why are you reading this?"
Rolf did not raise his head and continued to flip through the book: "Check some information."
Hermione was slightly surprised, and picked up a book that Rolf had collected from the bookshelf from the table, and read it silently.
After a moment, the girl probably saw something puzzling, poked the boy's arm with her elbow, and asked:
"Isn't your family pure-blood?"
"Yes, it is pure-blood." Rolf nodded slightly.
"Then why is there a list of the so-called 28 pure-blood families in this book, but not Scamander?" Hermione narrowed her eyes.
Rolf raised his head, glanced at the "Pure Blood List" in the girl's hand, and chuckled:
"I heard my grandfather mention this. He once offended the author of this book, Cantanklos Nott. When he wrote this book, he did not include our family in it."
Shirley, who was doing her spell homework, also stopped writing and looked up curiously, "How did he offend him?"
"When Cantanklos Nott wrote this book, it was the 1930s. Because of the rise of Grindelwald, the bloodline theory was the most serious at that time."
Rolf said slowly: "My grandfather refuted those pure-blood remarks in the Daily Prophet. He said that only pet dogs would talk about bloodline."
"In short, this remark also offended Cantanklos Nott, a pure-blood fanatic, and Scamander was "expelled" from the pure-blood family by him." Rolf shrugged.
Hermione was amused by this statement. After she learned the insulting meaning of the word "mudblood", she was still unhappy for several days. She didn't understand why pure-blood families discriminated against students of Muggle origin.
At this moment, the little troubles in her heart that were not worth mentioning were all dissipated.
After all, only pet dogs are judged by their bloodline.
"Rolf, what is your grandfather like usually?" Hermione asked curiously: "Is he kind, like Professor Dumbledore? Or is he very serious, like Professor McGonagall?"
"I've said it many times." Rolf said softly: "My grandfather is almost as autistic as me, and doesn't like to talk much."
"Okay, just pretend I didn't ask you!" Hermione rolled her eyes and turned to look at Shirley.
"Shirley, you stayed in Romania during the summer vacation, so you should know, right?"
"I can't say for sure. Mr. Scamander is a very kind old man." Shirley pondered:
"But he is really taciturn and very frugal with words. Talking to him... seems to charge by the word."
The description was so vivid that Rove couldn't help laughing.
"Shirley, I will write to my grandfather and tell him your evaluation."
The ponytail girl smiled, her willow-leaf eyebrows curved, as if she was admitting her fault and begging for mercy, or as if she was acting coquettishly:
"Rove, don't tell me this, right?"
"You want me to shut up, it depends on your performance."
Shirley bit her lip and said weakly: "Then how do you want me to behave?"
Rove put a thick stack of books next to the two of them.
"I'm looking for information about the Smith family. If you two have nothing to do, help me find it."
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Hermione raised her eyebrows and said, "Why are you looking for this?"
"There is a house elf next to Hufflepuff. It left a portrait before it died." Rolf explained:
"I want to find the portrait to ask something about Hufflepuff, and this Smith family is a distant relative of Hufflepuff."
"Okay, help quickly." Rolf stretched and smiled at the two girls:
"Finish finding a few books, and we can all go back to bed early."
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It is really hard for a person to find information about the Smith family in a large pile of books. With two free laborers around him, Rolf would be a beast if he didn't squeeze them hard.
However, this was destined to be a long-term work, and the three of them only collected it slowly.
As Halloween ends and we enter November, Quidditch is finally about to begin.
Because of Quirrell, the finals of last school year were eventually cancelled, resulting in Hufflepuff and Slytherin having no winner and bickering for several months.
The first game of the new school year is between these two teams. Whoever can win the game will have the right to speak in the second half of the year.
After all, the winner is the one who can slap the loser hard!
The little snakes are very confident.
The Slytherin Quidditch team, with the sponsorship of the school director's father, upgraded to the new Nimbus 2001.
In an era when Nimbus 1500 was still commonly used by other colleges, Nimbus 2001, although it felt a bit like an IQ tax, undoubtedly beat several other teams in terms of performance.
This is equivalent to using all-American equipment to fight against Xiaomi plus rifles. I really have the advantage!
How to lose when flying dragon rides on the face!
Being fantasy time, Slytherin students are no longer happy to open the champagne for this game, they even made reservations for this year's Quidditch Cup in advance.
In the words of Professor Snape mocking Professor McGonagall at one breakfast time:
"You are all here to compete for the runner-up spot!"
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(Thanks to "Suyi Cuckoo", "Just Love Wading Langshui" and "Transforming Rain in the Field" for their rewards.)