[HPDH] Glass color

Harry opened the diary, well, he felt that he was being unkind, just like he had done with Voldemort's diary, he was peeping into someone's privacy.This time Harry didn't have to look for the secrets about the Chamber of Secrets, but this time Harry had a premonition that this diary had a great relationship with him.He wasn't trying to justify his actions, but he just really felt that if he didn't watch it, he would regret it.

But when Harry eagerly opened the diary, he found nothing written in it.

The blank paper gave Harry a sense of déjà vu, but it was too mysterious, wasn't it?Another secret diary of Voldemort?It's very possible, huh?

It looks old;

It appears in the Slytherin common room;

Nothing was written on it, given that Harry had already experienced it once;

……

These are enough to explain everything.

But Harry heard a small voice in the back of his mind telling him that he was being assertive.

Well, Harry shrugged - given that he didn't sense any dangerous surges of magic from the diary - he waved out the quill and inkwell with his wand, there was an easy way to prove to whom the diary belonged .

Harry filled the quill and carefully wrote on the first page: "Hello, I'm Harry Potter."

The line flashed across the paper, then was sucked into the blank sheet of paper just as Harry had predicted, without leaving a trace.Then, suddenly, words that Harry had never written, in his very ink, ooze from the paper.

"Hi Harry, I'm Diary." The text didn't disappear.

Diary (Chinese means diary)?Harry was a little confused, diary?Is this diary a diary?Harry's curiosity got stronger and more interesting, didn't it?Maybe this diary doesn't belong to Voldemort, so who does it belong to?A diary with thoughts, could it be someone else's Horcrux.

The feeling made Harry shudder, even shudder.

Or, like the Sorting Hat, a thoughtful object with special meaning?The Sorting Hat was left by the Big Four for the Hogwarts Freshman House.And what about this diary, which records the history of Hogwarts?Harry was taken aback by his own guessing.

"Why didn't you answer, Harry? How did you have me?" The previous text was replaced by new text.

Harry froze for a moment, then he wrote uncertainly, "What do you mean by 'own'?"

"Literally, Harry. The moment you get me and write your name, the contract is established. You own me. You are my new master. You can tell me all the secrets, my You can rest assured that the secrecy measures are the strongest in the entire magical world." The tone of the diary was like that of a professor or an elder.

"Can you tell me, who did you belong to?" Harry didn't know why he suddenly became curious about the former owner of this diary.

The glass-colored diary seemed to be really thinking, it even paused for a moment before words surfaced, as if he was really thinking, "Well, because you are special, I can't say his name, but I can Take you to see."

What a familiar dialogue.The black line on Harry's face, he didn't want him to be dazzled by a diary again this time, just like what Voldemort's diary did back then, what was shown to him were some real but combined Together, there is misleading misinformation.

Harry hesitated, not sure if he should say yes.

"Where's your answer, Harry? I don't like how slow you are!" Now the glazed diary made Harry feel like a spoiled child again.

"Okay." Harry only paused again, and immediately wrote two letters.

The diary seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, the pages flipped over and stopped on a certain page.Then Harry leaned closer, and he felt his body being pulled by another force, and then he felt himself sinking in, just like every time he and Professor Dumbledore looked at the memories in the Pensieve, he himself His body left the bed he was sitting on, and fell headlong into the gap in the page, entering a swirling swirl of colors, lights and shadows.

And then, when Harry felt his feet hit solid ground again, he stopped trembling.The blurry scene around him suddenly became clear, and he was standing in a room that was exactly the same as the dormitory he was in just now.

It's just that this world gave Harry an indescribably oppressive feeling, he felt that he could hardly breathe, and then Harry understood why he felt so.Because everything in this diary world is static, there is no air flow, and there is no passage of time, everything is so lifeless and lifeless.

Afterwards, a rococo-style milky white embroidered armchair appeared under the glass bed in the room, and then, like the transmission of images, blurred, a colorful shadow that changed back and forth was added to the chair.

Slowly the shadow stabilized, showing a human form.

Harry carefully looked at this extra person, sitting on the chair was a young boy with a slender waist, a frail figure, and too thin cheeks.Harry felt that he was a quiet and introverted boy with long azure-colored hair and a pair of calm azure-colored eyes, wearing a well-tailored, simple black robe with a Ravenclaw logo embroidered on the chest. Badges, but no name tags.

This diary once belonged to a Ravenclaw?Harry's glasses widened in disbelief.

"Hello, Harry, I'm Diary." The young man's voice was like his image of Harry, cold, lifeless, and calm, like a straight line, but still very nice .

Harry looked at the sky speechlessly, and then slumped down on the silver and green bed very casually, "I thought I would see my ex."

"If you want." Diary felt like a robot to Harry this time, or a living iceberg, cold and difficult to get close to, as if Harry was nothing more than an order to him machine, and he is the machine that passively accepts orders, there are only 1 and 0 data instructions between them, and nothing else.

What a strange diary.Harry muttered inwardly.

"I'm not surprised, it's you who are weird." Diary continued to answer in a calm tone.

Harry leaned back and almost fell directly on the bed so abruptly, "Can you hear my thoughts?"

Diary looked at Harry with ordinary eyes, as if Harry asked a stupid question, and then his face seemed to be more vivid, and he sighed helplessly, "This is my world, There's nothing I can't know, the rule is obvious, isn't it? You're a lot worse than your predecessor."

Harry rolled his eyes at the drapes before deciding to think nothing of it.

Diary looked at Harry impatiently, "Are you going to see it or not?"

Why did Harry have a feeling that "Diary is actually looking forward to finding the previous owner of this diary"?Although Diary's tone was so impatient, Harry still caught a hint of nervousness in Diary's tone that he was afraid of Harry's rejection.Harry is very confident in his own judgment. In the Auror training course, in the course of observing the emotions in the voices of others, Harry got full marks.

Diary didn't express much about Harry's mental activities, but changed back to that calm expression again.

It's a guilty conscience, it really is a guilty conscience.Harry said firmly from the bottom of his heart, and then he smiled happily. He still likes the feeling that everything is under control, just like when he was dealing with Voldemort back then, everything he did was very purposeful.

This time Diary simply changed the scene, not even wanting to look at Harry again.

Suddenly Harry felt the scene before him come to life, at least with a sense of flow, and he realized he was seeing memories in the diary.

Harry speculated that he was standing somewhere on the first floor of Hogwarts in the corridor leading to the Great Hall after all. Students in black wizard robes appeared one after another, bustling with each other, which suddenly made the entire diary lively.Harry and Diary—the glass-coloured boy—Harry decided to call the diary, stood together in an inconspicuous corner around the corner, watching the endless stream of students, in a group of students whose faces were already blurred, Harry glanced at I found myself in the first grade.

Then, Harry can be sure that this is a memory about 1991, so that means, this ex and himself are classmates?Harry speculated uncertainly that even if they were not from the same class, they should still be alumni.

"Why don't you guess it's a professor?" Diary asked.

Harry jumped forward abruptly, and then he realized that he hadn't even thought about the possibility of a professor.

"Sure enough, a natural idiot." Diary concluded, "But thanks to your beastly intuition, I can only tell you, bingo, you guessed it right, your ex is as old as you."

The author has something to say: So, like the title of the article, the "glazed color" of this article is worthy of the book~

Diary said: Want to bookmark, want to comment, don't give?Don't let the dragon come out to meet Harry!