tampered with the past

I don't remember how I left the principal's office.

After hearing that conversation, my brain was so stimulated that I completely lost the ability to think normally. My world was collapsing, my world was being destroyed, and my soul was shattering.

grandmother...

Mother……

Ms. Spinnet...

There is a thread lingering in my heart, I try to hold it, but it is in vain, like a jigsaw puzzle missing the most critical piece, fragmented from the whole picture.

I was dazed and confused, walking numbly, wandering in the corridors of Hogwarts like a walking dead, my mind was blank, and my eyes were dark.

When the feeling of hunger finally forced me to wake up from the sleepy state, I looked around, and the rows of towering bookcases surrounding me made me realize that I had come to the territory that I had never set foot in the castle.

This is where?

I pulled a book from the nearest bookcase.

"Sounds of remembrance!"

I waved my wand at the cover of the book, the spell worked, and a gruff female voice almost roared, "The Hate List!"

Hate list?

What is it?

I waved my wand again, and the pages of the book deformed in my hands, a spell my grandmother taught me to convert the writing in any book to Braille.With the help of this spell, I was able to read as well as the other students in the library instead of sending owls to order Braille books.

The hatred list has been converted, and I turned the pages and realized that it was a diary left by a school girl who studied at Hogwarts a long time ago-a diary full of hatred.

Curiosity made me temporarily forget about hunger.

I converted more books, and to my surprise, I found that they were all diaries, diaries of different people.

All the bookshelves are full of diaries!

God!

It's a House of Requirement!

I accidentally opened the Room of Requirement!

The House of Requirement was not destroyed by Fiendfire in that battle of the century!

I was so excited that the conversation between my grandmother and Ms. Spinnet was forgotten.

I try to remember how I discovered the Room of Requirement.

I wandered around, pacing.

what was i thinking

Secrets, hide secrets!

By the way, that's it!The Room of Requirement answered me with a room full of secrets, even though it didn't contain the secrets I was trying to find...

and many more!

Is it possible, even remotely possible, that my mother had buried her diary here, too.

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