HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

Arthur Weasley searches Malfoy Manor with a search warrant.

Come with high spirits and full of expectations, leave dejectedly with a look of disappointment.

He found nothing.

Even though he searched through possible hiding places in the main building of the manor, he could not find a single black magic contraband.

He even found three secret rooms, not including the one under the living room.

A secret room is in the study, where top-secret documents are kept.

Lucius held a snake-headed wand to stop anyone from entering.

He looked at people with his nose arrogantly and said in a long voice: "These are the business secrets of my manor. Do you want to spy on the information?"

Who wants to know how many galleons you earn at Malfoy Manor every year?

Pooh! Ill-gotten gains.

Everyone in the Ministry of Magic knows the history of the Malfoy family and disdains their family's competition with Muggles for profit. After completing their initial capital accumulation, they turned their backs and disowned others, rejecting Muggles and calling them mudbloods.

A secret room is in the bedroom, containing countless rare treasures.

When the door to the secret room opened, everyone's eyes were almost blinded. At a glance, they knew that this was the accumulation of generations of the Malfoy family.

There is also a secret room in the tea room, where there are some things that the children have used since childhood that are no longer usable.

At a glance, it was clear that this was the one used by their only son, Draco, when he was a child. Narcissa invited everyone to take a look, but no one was in the mood to appreciate it.

Narcissa laughed as she watched the group of people leave.

If you want to compete with our Luke, you are still far behind.

"Sissy, have they disturbed your mood?" Lucius came down from the second floor and naturally held his wife's hand.

"It's also very interesting to see them deflate." Narcissa returned and held her husband's hand.

The intrigues and intrigues among adults have nothing to do with children.

The Hogwarts campus was still peaceful.

However, in this tranquility, there is an uneasiness and depression that is about to come.

Harry Potter was still looking for information about the owner of the diary, but he found nothing.

After Ron's reminder, he learned that the name Tom Marvolo Riddle had traces of existence in Hogwarts, and that he had been a student of this school.

Harry didn't know why he picked up the possibly cursed diary despite his friends' efforts to stop him.

Harry didn't know why ever since he learned this name, he felt as if he was an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

There is a cordial feeling that he and I are the closest friends in the world.

But Harry felt something was wrong. He clearly had no contact with anyone from Hogwarts.

Before meeting Hagrid at the age of eleven, he didn't even know about the magical world.

My aunt and uncle hid the fact that they were wizards very well, and they didn't know the truth until I was eleven years old.

How could he possibly know such a person? Why do you think he is familiar?

Harry decided to go to the exhibit room to see with his own eyes his medal, the one that Ron had spit out slugs on.

Hermione was extremely interested in this matter, while Ron was hostile to it.

By the way, Hermione is finally discharged from the hospital.

She was hospitalized for more than two months, relying entirely on self-study and the notes provided by Harry and Ron to complete her homework.

Although she always frowned and disliked their incomplete memory of notes, she still did not fall behind in class.

After class, the three people came to the exhibit showroom.

Under Ron's guidance, Harry saw the shining golden medal in the display case in the corner.

Interestingly, there is no reason stated on this medal for awarding it to Tom Marvolo Riddle.

The medal Harry had seen on his father's medal had the title Seeker James Potter on it.

That medal proved that his father was the most talented Seeker.

"Perhaps he has any other medals, badges, trophies or medals?" Hermione held her chin in thought.

If a person is very good, he should get more than one medal.

For example, Ron's brother, Bill Weasley, is a very outstanding person, and he has several medals in this display room.

"What you said makes perfect sense." Harry agreed with Hermione's statement.

He decided to search the showroom again to see if he could find any information.

Hermione was already very interested in this matter, and now that she knew the person she was looking for was so good, she was even more motivated.

"What are you looking for this for?" Ron muttered while looking for it.

"I found it!" Hermione's delighted voice came from the side. The girl found an old medal for good conduct. She held it and smiled at Harry.

Hermione ran over with the medal and handed it to Harry. He took it and looked at it. It read "Excellent Character Award": Tom Marvolo Riddle.

"Actually, I found it too." Harry raised the booklet in his hand and handed it to Hermione.

Hermione took it and looked at it. The page Harry turned to actually had the name written on it.

She closed the book and saw a line of words on the cover: List of past boys' student union presidents.

"That sounds a lot like Percy," Ron wrinkled his nose in disgust and said in a bad tone, "Prefect, student council president, maybe first in every class. The professor must also like him to favor him, girls. I definitely want to be friends with him."

Hermione frowned after hearing this, but she didn't say anything, let alone refute Ron.

Because Ron talks about all this with such disdain, but he has indeed been working hard for this.

First in every subject, prefect, head girl.

If you want to do something, you have to do your best.

These are some rare honors for me, and they are rewards that require hard work and sweat.

What Ron sneered at was what Hermione longed for.

After Ron finished speaking, he couldn't help but glance at Hermione. She didn't refute me?

If you can't convince the other person, why spend time trying to refute him?

They were not happy, and it was embarrassing for Harry to be caught in the middle.

Harry didn't notice the undercurrent between the two people, and he was delighted that he finally found some clues.

After a gloomy day, the sun finally appeared again.

"Pansy, let's go out to bask in the sun." Lycoris didn't want to stay in the house.

"Why do you still have a book in your hand when you go out to bask in the sun?" Pansy noticed what was in her hand and couldn't help but roll her eyes, "You can't bask in the sun for more than an hour, but you also want to read a book?"

Is this some kind of devil training course?

"What you said makes sense. Reading in the sun is bad for your eyes." Licoris put down the book in her hand.

By the black lake.

Pansy rolled her eyes indecently at the girl in front of her who was not ladylike at all, "Lickles, maybe you can tell me what you are doing?"

Licoris answered matter-of-factly, "Stretch and warm up. Then, physical training!"