Brian picked up the ragged diary, which at this time seemed ordinary and had no trace of magic.

"You really put it here, Tom." Brian smiled slightly.

"What a wonderful performance, Brian." Slytherin's portrait readily.

"Actually, I didn't want to do this show at all, Mr. Slytherin." Brian said lightly.

"Haha, it's quite interesting." The portrait said gloatingly.

Brian didn't answer the conversation. He looked at the diary in his hand, pondered and put it away.

"Why, you still want to keep it?"

Brian shook his head slightly and whispered: "That soul in it was taken away by 'death'. I don't know what would happen if I destroy it at this time..."

"However, 'death' can actually trap him..." Brian's expression was a little serious, "This was a bit beyond my expectations..."

"I don't know how 'death' has changed," the portrait said in a hoarse voice. "It may also be because he is just a piece of soul fragment. Splitting the soul is a terrible injury, which makes his soul extremely weak..."

"But there is no doubt that this is dangerous for you. Even so, are you still going to explore the secret of 'death'?"

"Yes, I have to go." Brian sighed, "I think there is something that is extremely important to me."

"So good luck, Brian."

Brian nodded slightly and said goodbye politely.

Ika took his phantom and moved back to his original place, then bowed respectfully and left.

Brian did not choose to go back to the secret room by himself because he didn't know if Dumbledore had any magic at the entrance. In the future, he might have to enter and exit the secret room by the house elves.

[Witness and participate in Slytherin's Heir Incident, Witness Point 3×2]

"This incident has gained a lot, but the question is whether I want it..." Looking at the system prompt, Brian showed a deep look.

He slowly returned to the common room, which was already a big fuss.

When Brian walked into the stone wall, everyone turned their heads to look at him, as if they had seen a ghost, and the needles fell into the lounge instantly.

"Bryan, what happened?" Brees waved to him, and Theodore came over curiously. Draco had been taken home by his father.

A large group of little wizards surrounded him with a loud voice, and the senior master had to open his voice to maintain order.

When everyone finally calmed down, Brian had to tell some of the things in the secret room, but he skipped the diary and Voldemort's identity and described it as a black magic item.

A group of little wizards widened their eyes and listened to Brian's story. Although Brian downplayed the danger, they were still inexplicably excited by the mysterious and amazing adventure.

It has to be said that as an individual is attacked and even pure blood cannot be spared, all Slytherin's little wizards no longer have a good impression of the heir and began to hope that the heir will be captured as soon as possible.

"So, you solved the secret room!" Brees Shabini shouted, "It's so wonderful!"

"This time I wasn't stolen by Gryffindor," Theodore Noet said, "The school's special contribution award is still good."

"Potter and the others are here too..." Brian said helplessly, but the others obviously couldn't listen.

A group of little wizards discussed enthusiastically, and in the end, everyone applauded.

Brian saw many little wizards with bright eyes and looked at him with admiration.

The collective power is always the most touching person. Brian couldn't help but smile as the cheers of a group of people.

...

"What a wonderful exploration, Brian." Dumbledore smiled in the principal's room.

"This is the responsibility I should take." Brian said softly.

Fox was combing his feathers on his high perch, and the old principals in the portrait snored gently, and the division hats were still dirty and ragged, and they were placed softly on the shelf.

For a moment, the two were silent for a while.

"You are wondering why I haven't been there?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

Brian Chengjing's black eyes looked at Dumbledore's blue eyes under his half-moon glasses, and shook his head slightly.

"Actually, what you did is pretty good. I don't think I need to intervene." Dumbledore said gently, "After all, there are not many opportunities for this kind of exercise."

Brian nodded slightly.

"How do you feel about Tom Riddle after you have been with him for a while?" Dumbledore blinked at him.

"He's a very interesting person," Brian smiled, "although it makes me feel a little scary sometimes."

"Yes, he is always good at confusing people. When he was in school, he was loved by almost all the professors." Dumbledore said. "He is too good at pretending to be able to stay away from him immediately, which is beyond my expectations."

"But I also want to thank you for letting Hagrid get rid of suspicion and not being locked up in Azkaban." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Maybe he can be a professor next year."

"Have you found that diary, professor?" Brian said.

"Not yet. To be honest, that's probably a hidden danger." Dumbledore sighed.

"Brian, can you tell me how you drove him away?" He looked at Brian deeply.

Brian was silent for a moment and said softly: "I think he might be a soul-lost."

"Lihun..." Dumbledore's eyes shone brightly, "Have you found the reason for Lihun?"

Brian nodded, shook his head again and said, "I'm not sure."

"Can you tell me?"

"Mr. Dumbledore, do you believe in fate?" Brian clenched his fists slightly, his eyes appearing a little blank.

"Fate..." Dumbledore sighed softly, "I believe it, but I don't believe it."

"I always think that the future can be decided by ourselves, and choices make everything, Brian."

"But I have heard several prophecies, and they all come true without exception. Even if someone has tried to change it, it has just led to the prophetic future. That seems to indicate destiny."

"That's really a mysterious thing, because no one knows whether the answer has been written in fate when a person makes a choice." Dumbledore said slowly in a peaceful tone.

"Maybe." Brian murmured, "So, I think those people were selected, maybe because of fate." Then he closed his mouth.

"Is that true?" Dumbledore said, "Then, can I be chosen by that thing?"

"It should be possible." Brian lowered his eyes and said.

"That's really good. I can go and meet it these days." Dumbledore seemed very happy. "Maybe I can solve the hidden dangers of the diary there..."

"It seems you have some unique talents, Brian."

"Ah, by the way, you should have a celebration party tonight." Dumbledore blinked, "But I think it's time to hold the banquet after everything is settled."

"Of course, I'm looking forward to the end of everything." Brian said with a smile, "Then, I'll leave first, Professor."

In the next few days, the school returned to its long-lost tranquility.

The next night, Dumbledore explained the secret room to everyone in public, announced the bonus points for the two academies, and the decision to award the special contribution award to the three little wizards.

Whether it was out of tacit understanding or Dumbledore's advice, no one said that the heir was related to Voldemort. Perhaps he did not want to cause panic to the little wizards anymore.

Draco still did not return to school. He firmly believed that there were still crises lurking in the school. Daphne's incident made him feel a little uneasy. Gole also went home with him, leaving only Brian in the dormitory.

On the third day after the Secret Room incident, Dumbledore suddenly stopped appearing in the school.

Brian asked Professor Snape, and he said in a deep voice that Dumbledore had left school for something.

So, on the fourth day, and on Saturday afternoon, Brian greeted his friends, pretended to be uncomfortable, and returned to the dormitory early.

He took Dumbledore's brass coin amulet, drank a bottle of hypnotic potion, and quietly lay on the bed.
Chapter completed!