At the same time, Alvin and Luna came outside the Ravenclaw Common Room.
"If your roommate is playing tricks on you, just tell me."
Standing in the corner, Alvin looked at Luna, holding the drawing board, and said.
"They just love mischief..." Luna shook her head, "but now they know I'm a friend of Alvin Gaunt, the most talented ever at Hogwarts. They shouldn't have the guts."
Alvin scratched his head. It always made him a little embarrassed to say this from Luna's mouth.
But since Luna said so, he won't interfere too much. Luna's intuition is so keen she knows how to protect herself.
If Alvin intervenes again, it will be more of a substitute.
Luna raised the drawing board in her hand, "I'm going back to finish it."
Alvin nodded. He would return to the Dorm to rest, but only because of Luna did he intervene.
In front of the Headmaster's office, Alvin held the burnt diary in his hand and came to the statue guarding the door.
It was Christmas break in two days, and Alvin would give this diary to Dumbledore before he left school.
"Password."
The stone statue asked.
"Cockroach Clusters"
This was still the password given by Dumbledore last time when Dumbledore called Alvin to discuss the issue of the Chamber of Secrets, and Alvin didn't know if Dumbledore had changed it.
Fortunately, the statue opened after hearing the password.
At this time, Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, holding Cockroach Clusters and putting them in his mouth.
Alvin saw that the Cockroach Clusters were eaten by Dumbledore in one bite, the two legs left outside were kicked, and the corners of his mouth were constantly twitching.
Dumbledore's food taste has always been unique. Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans is also his favorite booger smell, and now the Cockroach Clusters.
After seeing Alvin come in, Dumbledore was also a little surprised. Still, he quickly controlled his expression and showed a gentle smile.
"Gaunt, although I am surprised by your presence, I still want to ask, would you like some cockroaches?"
Alvin smiled, "I think I don't need a professor. I'm full."
Dumbledore nodded regretfully, then waved his wand, and a chair flew across from him before beckoning Alvin to sit down.
Alvin put the diary on the table before sitting down.
Dumbledore looked at the diary on the table and knew that this was what Alvin had come here for today.
He picked up the diary and observed it. He frowned slightly. "Sorry, Gaunt, this diary is so badly damaged. Can you tell me what's going on?"
Alvin moved and found a comfortable position to sit in. "Professor, this is Tom Riddle's diary, which was brought by my friend Astoria before the Norris incident, but now this diary has been ruined."
The portraits of the past headmasters on the wall quietly opened their eyes. Looking at the diary, a thin, white-haired male headmaster covered his face in shame.
When Dumbledore heard Tom's name, his expression became much more serious, and he asked Alvin for some details.
Alvin didn't hide it either, except that Slytherin's real Chamber of Secrets didn't say anything, and he told Dumbledore everything that happened.
"The Basilisk! Didn't know there were Basilisks in the school! Dumbledore, you must clear this threat!"
A witch screams in the portrait. She can't believe such a horrible existence exists in the school.
"Sorry, Headmistress Derwent, I don't think the Basilisk is a threat to Hogwarts anymore because I've taken it down."
Alvin smiled and said to the witch that he also knew this school's headmistress.
Dilys Derwent, the headmistress who also served as the head of the St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, is one of the few female headmistresses.
"Boy, this is Slytherin's legacy, not something you, Ravenclaw, can touch! Unless you promise me to transfer to Slytherin!"
A mean-looking headmaster yelled at Alvin, but he was instantly punched to the ground by a headmaster who might be a Ravenclaw.
Alvin watched these old antiques fight like a hilarious watch. The Headmaster who was just knocked down was Sirius' great-great-grandfather, the most unpopular Headmaster at Hogwarts.
Dumbledore frowned. He already knew what it was, and what made him dignified the most was that Tom was so negligent about the storage of the Horcrux, which probably meant one thing.
The Horcrux he made was not just this one...
"Gaunt, how did you destroy this diary?"
"Fiendfyre, I destroyed him with Fiendfyre." Alvin made no secret of the fact that he used black magic.
Dumbledore looked deeply at Alvin, not wondering why Alvin was so powerful.
As early as last semester, he already knew about Alvin's extraordinariness, and the Fiendfyre was not a problem for Alvin at all.
And now Alvin makes Dumbledore feel faint heart palpitations.
He didn't know why the little wizard in front of him had improved so quickly, but he knew that Alvin and Voldemort were different, so he stopped thinking about it.
Now that the enemy is present, he has no time to explore Alvin's secrets.
"I take back what I said earlier, you bad boy. You should be assigned to Azkaban!"
Headmaster Black, who was beaten and bruised, said that even in Slytherin House, which is rich in dark wizards, there is no precedent for Alvin to learn the Fiendfyre in the second year.
Alvin ignored Headmaster Black and looked at Dumbledore's troubled look.
The reason why he told Dumbledore about the existence of the Horcruxes was that some of the Horcruxes were too difficult to find.
Hufflepuff's Cup is still in the Lestrange family's treasury, and it's not something he can get in a short time.
As for the snake named Nagini, it is estimated that it has not yet become Voldemort's Horcrux.
He decided to get the Slytherin Locket and the Resurrection Stone and leave the rest to Dumbledore to deal with.
Dumbledore slowed down at this time and looked at Alvin, "Thank you, Gaunt, this information is very important. As for Miss Greengrass's problem, let it pass. No one will bring it up again. I will make it tomorrow. Announce your contribution at the dinner party."
Hearing Dumbledore's words to see off, Alvin nodded, then stood up, "That's it, Headmaster, I'll take my leave."
"Merry Christmas, Gaunt"
"You too, Professor."