Chapter 324: A New Halloween
Halloween feast... a skeleton dance troupe? Kyle blinked, processing the strange realization. Had he somehow been thrown back a few months?
After all he'd just experienced, it wasn't particularly shocking. Meeting people from a thousand years in the past was far more unbelievable—what were a few months by comparison?
After bidding farewell to the two Ravenclaws, Kyle walked down a nearby corridor, which he knew was the location of the first attack. The students were all gathered in the Great Hall, leaving the hallways empty. Kyle slipped into an abandoned classroom and sat alone, gazing pensively at the diary in his hands.
So that's why the diary had mysteriously vanished before, he thought. He'd spent ages investigating its disappearance, only to end up with it right here in his possession. Gryffindor's words echoed in his mind: time was an unpredictable force, too volatile to meddle with casually. Kyle sighed. The Founders were right—time travel was both a nuisance and a temptation. Yet he was still curious: now that he had the diary, how would the first attack unfold?
As he sat in silence, he realized he hadn't heard any noise from the Great Hall in some time, which likely meant the skeleton dance troupe had already finished, and the students were settling into the meal. If this keeps up, he mused, the feast will end soon.
A nervous energy crept over him. What if... what if he himself was responsible for the first attack? After all, he was the one currently holding the diary, which meant that if anyone controlled the Basilisk at this moment, it was him.
No, he thought, uneasy, I can't be the heir of the Chamber of Secrets... can I?
Just as he considered whether he should return to the Chamber, the sound of Filch's voice echoed down the corridor.
"I've had it! Throwing water balloons everywhere and doodling turtles on portraits, as if I didn't already have enough to deal with!"