A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"And what about the identity of the heir?"

Ginny shook her head again, but this time she clutched her head in anguish. "I don't know, but I think I do."

I even feel that I am the heir to the secret chamber, but then again, I feel it can't be me; I don't even know the most basic Parseltongue.

"A Soul-Stealing Curse?" Aaron frowned. "Or something similar. Without a doubt, you've been controlled and have done things you don't even know you're doing."

Ginny nodded quickly, "Yes, that must be it."

“Alright! One last question.” Aaron looked directly into her eyes and asked softly, “Is Riddle’s diary in your possession right now?”

Ginny nodded; she had indeed stolen it from Harry's dormitory.

Upon hearing this, Aaron fell into deep thought.

Riddle's diary, Ginny Weasley, and the numerous attacks were all intertwined in his mind with a dense web of lines.

Half a minute later, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, but his expression became extremely serious.

"I always thought the current students were the heirs of Slytherin, but I never imagined they would be so much more monstrous than I thought."

"what do you mean?"

"The heir of Slytherin from fifty years ago has never left. He has preserved himself in memory and seeks opportunities to guide others to continue Salazar Slytherin's great work."

"Ginny, that diary is dangerous. Tom Riddle is very likely the mastermind behind it all."

Upon hearing this, Ginny's face turned deathly pale.

She had only thought there was something wrong with Riddle's diary before, but she didn't expect the problem to be so big, even involving the locked room incident from fifty years ago.

"Help me." Ginny sobbed, grabbing Aaron's hand as if it were her last straw. "Please."

"Okay, I'll help you, but could you please stop crying for a moment?" Aaron said with an embarrassed smile. "In public, people might think I did something to you!"

Ginny stopped crying and smiled, slowly releasing her hands. "What should I do?"

“It’s simple, just give me Riddle’s diary.”

"But..."

"No buts needed, I know what you want to say."

Diaries are difficult to destroy, but not impossible; you just need to find the right method.

But before that, I need to keep it safe and prevent it from falling into the hands of others.

Also, you must be careful not to open it.

Ginny nodded seriously. "I understand. I'll go right away."

"Wait, don't rush."

Today's class isn't over yet. If you disappear, Professor McGonagall will probably think you're missing.

Give it to me when I have dinner tonight! Put it in a bag, just make sure no one else sees it.

"You've thought of everything very carefully."

"Keep it down, keep it down." Aaron waved his hand sheepishly. "By the way, if I may ask, why did you come to see me?"

"Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Harry Potter—aren't they more trustworthy than me, a Slytherin?"

Ginny lowered her head, bit her lip, and hesitated for a while before timidly saying, "I don't want them to know, especially Harry Potter."

"I see." Aaron suddenly realized, then gave Ginny a smile. "Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret."

"Thank you."

Ginny took a deep breath and was about to leave when Percy suddenly walked over.

His gaze lingered on the tear tracks at the corner of Ginny's eyes for a few seconds before he turned angrily to Aaron. "Gaius, I think I need an explanation."

"Huh? Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"No mistake, Ginny has clearly been crying, my sister..."

“Percy,” Ginny said, looking at him angrily, “you’ve got it wrong, he didn’t bully me.”

“It’s alright, Ginny.” Percy patted her shoulder with concern. “Mom and Dad have written to me more than once asking me to take good care of you.”

"If you feel wronged, tell me anytime. I'm still a Gryffindor prefect, so I still have that much authority."

"I'll say it again, you've really misunderstood." Ginny was on the verge of tears, worried that Aaron might get angry and refuse to help her.

But her behavior only strengthened Percy's conviction.

Ginny was definitely bullied, and she was too scared to even tell the truth.

Can this be tolerated?

When his younger sister was bullied, he, as the older brother, naturally had to stand up for her.

He straightened his sergeant's badge and said to Aaron with a serious expression, "Apologize to my sister."

Aaron stared at Percy in astonishment, his lips twitching, a million thoughts racing through his mind.

He didn't know whether Ginny had been wronged or not, but he knew very well that he had been wronged terribly.

He was clearly taking a huge risk to deal with a magical item, but he didn't expect to have to endure a psychological blow first.

"Percy, are you even listening to me?"

I've already told you it's a misunderstanding, why won't you believe me?

Seeing Ginny's flustered state, Percy calmed down a bit. "Then tell me, why are you crying?"

“I…” Ginny opened her mouth, but hesitated and couldn’t utter a single word.

What was she supposed to say? She couldn't very well tell her about Percy Riddell's diary!

Although she is not the murderer, she is still involved in this series of attacks, and if this gets out, she may be expelled from school.

"Alright, that's enough." Aaron noticed Ginny's predicament and stood up. "It's just an apology, nothing serious."

“No.” Ginny kept shaking her head. “You don’t need to, can’t, and have no reason to do it.”

"But the problem is that this is all I can do right now, just consider it protecting a little girl!" Aaron shrugged helplessly, then apologized to Ginny.

"Are you satisfied now, Gryffindor prefect?"

"You're smart to know your place, but Slytherin loses ten points."

"Enough!" Ginny angrily shook off Percy's arm and glared at him fiercely. "I hate you so much."

After saying that, she gave Aaron an apologetic look and ran away quickly.

Chapter 186 He can't wait, and neither can I.

Percy watched Ginny's retreating figure, wondering what he had done to upset his sister.

Aaron didn't offer any explanation, but silently mourned for Ginny for two seconds, wondering if having such a brother was a blessing or a curse.

After a few classes, it was afternoon.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were still trying to get into the weeping Myrtle's bathroom, but Aaron sat calmly in the Great Hall, preparing to receive information about the mastermind behind the series of attacks.

He had already decided that as soon as he got his hands on Riddle's diary, he would confront Professor McGonagall, the vice-principal, immediately.

I just need to embellish the facts a bit, and while telling her everything, minimize my own presence.

There's no other way; before you have enough strength, keeping a low profile is the best approach.

Knowing everything, Professor McGonagall will surely invite Dumbledore back to take charge, as he can find the location of the secret chamber from Riddle's diary in no time.

With a principal leading a stellar lineup of professors, dealing with a small basilisk would be a piece of cake. He only needed to follow behind to easily complete two system tasks without much effort, at most finishing off the dying basilisk.

After working hard for half a year, today is the day to reap the rewards. Just thinking about it makes me feel great.

But Aaron waited for most of the day and Ginny didn't show up, which made him a little worried.

The longer it drags on, the greater the variables become. After all, their opponents are exceptionally cunning and treacherous, and who knows if they might pull off a miraculous comeback?

At that moment, Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly rang out in the auditorium: All students, return to your dormitories immediately; all faculty members, assemble in the faculty lounge immediately.

Upon hearing this, Aaron swallowed hard, his mind reeling, and his worry instantly multiplied a thousandfold.

Just what I feared most has happened. They sent students back to their dorms before six o'clock and gathered all the professors together. Something must have gone wrong.

Realizing that Ginny hadn't arrived yet, Aaron immediately stood up from his seat, grabbed Abe who was munching on a watermelon, and rushed towards the faculty lounge.

Aaron was very fast and arrived at the destination almost at the same time as the professors.

"Gaius, what are you doing here?" Professor McGonagall said angrily. "Professor Snape, please take your students back to their dormitories to rest."

“Wait a minute,” Aaron said immediately. “Perhaps I can help?”

"Help?" Professor McGonagall's tone softened slightly. "Do you know what you're saying?"

“I have confidence in my student,” Professor Snape said, looking meaningfully at Aaron. “He also knows what he’s saying.”

“That’s it.” Aaron shrugged. “But first, I need to know what happened here, and whether the person who got into trouble is the one I’m thinking of.”

“The heir of Slytherin left a message on the wall,” Professor McGonagall read, her face trembling with sorrow. “Her remains will remain in the Chamber of Secrets forever.”

Aaron's eyes widened; his worst fears had come true.

He originally planned to develop quietly and then amaze everyone, but unexpectedly, plans don't always go as expected, and fate always likes to play tricks on him.

Now that the crucial evidence is gone, and Ginny's fate is uncertain, he has no choice but to step forward.

The others weren't much better off. Professor Flitwick let out a scream and almost burst into tears, Professor Sprout covered his mouth with both hands, and even Professor Snape seemed somewhat distracted.

The previous attacks petrified several students, a pet, and a ghost, but they will be back to normal tonight.

But this line of blood-written words represents a murder case, and the lost life cannot be brought back.

“Is it Ginny Weasley?” Aaron asked tentatively.

Professor McGonagall nodded subconsciously, but then looked at Aaron with a puzzled expression. "How did you know?"

"I know a lot, but it's too late to explain now."

“No, you must explain this clearly,” Professor McGonagall said anxiously. “If this matter is not handled properly, Hogwarts will have no choice but to close down.”

Lockhart walked over at that moment, sporting an infuriating smile that clashed terribly with the atmosphere.