[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"It attacked Granger, which I didn't expect. Maybe it just happened to hit Granger by chance, or maybe it sensed malice and instinctively fought back. In short, this is a bad omen. Sure enough, it kept swimming after that. Walking on campus, I had to feed calves, lambs, and piglets crazily... It was best to feed it until it was full to prevent it from attacking humans. I didn't dare to tell my father, because he thought I had locked it up. I’m going back…I’ve almost spent all my pocket money!”

"Are you stupid," Tom complained directly to him, "Why didn't you tell your parents at the critical moment?"

"...I don't want to disappoint them again. I promised them I would put things in order."

Tom looked at Malfoy's red eyes and shut up.

"But things are getting worse." Malfoy calmed down and continued, "The basilisk was exposed and Lockhart died."

"Believe it or not, Locke, I didn't want to kill anyone. But things have happened, and I have to do something..."

"That thing tells me that Dumbledore has collected a mysterious magic book - a secret book that records the secrets of death and immortality... I can use it to make a conversion ritual and temporarily call Lockhart's The dead souls have returned." Malfoy stood up, a layer of blackness slowly appeared on his face, but he seemed unconscious.

"Obviously you have been deceived," Tom tightened his wand vigilantly, "This is just a cursed diary. There is no secret of death and immortality at all."

"No, you know nothing about Dumbledore's life," Malfoy scoffed. "You don't know how obsessed he is with it..."

Tom looked at the growing darkness on his face and took a step back.

Malfoy watched his movements quietly.

"The time is almost up," he said. "Locke, you are willing to help me, right? You are also helping yourself... If someone has to take responsibility for this whole year, the least loss is of course to let the dead bear everything. We need him to stay The necessary evidence... In contrast, I am willing to try my best to fulfill Lockhart's last wish."

"How fair." The black energy on Malfoy's face finally spread and solidified into a mask that was constantly squirming and undulating, covering his face.

"I didn't see the part of this plan that had to be me." Tom took another step back, wary of Malfoy, who looked like something was wrong, rushing to grab the diary.

"I didn't see it either." Malfoy stood with his arms folded. "Unfortunately, some people think it is necessary for you to participate."

"Who? Lockhart?" Tom asked.

"It's me." A clear male voice sounded in Tom's ears with a smile. Before he had time to react, he felt the hand holding the dragon skin pocket being held tightly. The moment he held it, The hand was immediately eroded by the cold and unable to move.

Behind you!

Tom immediately held the wand upside down with his other hand and stabbed it back hard! At the same time, one of them raised his leg and planned to kick the opponent hard.

Unfortunately, both attacks failed, and Tom staggered and almost lost his balance - if it weren't for the guy who emerged from the bag like a demon and kindly supported him.

"We finally meet, Tom... Locke." The cold guy surrounded Tom intimately from behind and called his name.

Its neck was stretched out, and it made a half circle from behind to face Tom, looking at Tom's appearance carefully. Tom tried to calm his rapid breathing and remained calm and stared at it.

Their outlines were blurry, as if they were looking at each other through a layer of foggy glass. It could only be barely discerned that it was the face of a young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a strange and uncoordinated handsomeness.

"Hello," said Tom, "what do you call me?"

"You know my name," the evil spirit said absently, still holding Tom's hand and stroking it carefully, finger by finger, in a creepy way.

Tom remembered the name on the diary and asked tentatively: "Mr. Riddle?"

Riddle nodded, and the other hand holding his shoulder began to explore his shoulder blade inch by inch.

"I like your body," he said with a sense of the dead's urgent hunger for the living. "Young, strong, full of magic..."

"Thank you for the compliment, but please don't judge me in the tone of choosing a coat." Tom said warily, "I don't think you really intend to possess me, otherwise you wouldn't have to drive poor Malfoy to draw magic circles all day long. .”

"It wasn't me - it can't be completely considered as 'I' who drove him to draw the magic circle. Ah, do you think he is lying to you? Do you think his statement that he planned to summon souls was just a lie to deceive you into becoming my prey?"

"That's not the case," Tom said frankly, "I just think he might have been deceived too."

"Well, not exactly. This magic circle can indeed play a role in summoning souls, but the target is not that Lockhart." Riddle said.

"So your diary does contain the secrets of life and death? To be honest, I'm a little interested."

Riddle burst out laughing.

"I like your brain too," he licked his lips. "After fifty years of being locked in a diary where life is worse than death... I really want to eat something hot and fresh to feel alive. breath……"

"Like hot pot?" Tom immediately changed the subject, "We can eat it later."

"Dumbledore values ​​you very much," Riddle put his hand into the dragon skin pocket and took out the diary. "He is dedicated to guiding you to the right path...ha, but only people from the darkness can look after you." I smell the same kind of smell on my body..."

"Forget those pedantic and stubborn rules," Riddle whispered seductively in his ear, his long neck wrapping around him again and again. "Submit to your darkest dreams... abandon those things that restrain you, Feel the darkness surrounding you with tenderness, and let the world feel your power..."

Noisy murmurs echoed in his ears, and evil thoughts emerged from the bottom of his heart, adding to the whispers in his ears. Tom could feel that the coldness caused by Riddle's body against his body was even weakened. , replaced by another cold but obedient energy, twisting like a worm trying to get into the body.

"You know you can't resist..." Riddle said briskly, "There's no need to panic when you go into a strange world, let me guide you...let me guide you to be reborn..."

Tom bit the tip of his tongue hard, trying to use the pain to awaken his control. But the pain and the taste of blood only made him feel a bloodthirsty excitement from the bottom of his heart at this moment.

This... doesn't work... he thought vaguely.

A sudden severe burning pain occurred somewhere in his thigh, which made Tom wake up for a moment - it was Lockhart's gem that was burning fiercely in his trouser pocket - but the bad thing was that the power source of the heating seemed to be his. magic……

Tom blinked weakly, looked at Riddle's face and said, "Please, let me go."

Riddle was obviously a little surprised.

He pulled back a little - Tom felt that the whispering in his ears had faded a little - and then reached out to touch Tom's face, playing with a toy model indifferently like a naughty boy, even tapping it maliciously. Tom's eyeballs forced him to shed tears physiologically.

"I don't really like others looking at me like this. It's much better now." Riddle looked at Tom's tearful eyes with satisfaction.

"It's more interesting than I thought..." Riddle retracted his neck with a smile, and finally stood in front of Tom in a normal human form.

"This is worth talking about." Riddle said in a friendly tone, "I originally wanted to show Dumbledore that his beloved student turned into a depraved monster, but now," he said with great interest He stretched out his hand to Tom, "Come on, let me guide you to the charm of darkness, which the old fogies at school will never show you -"

"Do you want to play a game with Principal Dumbledore?" Tom was too weak to stand, and his whole body was trembling with cold. He simply sat down holding on to the old furniture next to him, but in a life-and-death crisis, his mind was spinning faster. " Do you want to see, is it he who leads me to the light, or you who leads me to the darkness?"

Riddle laughed loudly: "Listen to your own words, kid! You don't reject darkness! That's it! What's the black and white of power? As long as you can control it, as long as you can have it - think about it carefully, There aren’t many opportunities like this!”

“It’s probably not just opportunity,” Tom said. “I think it’s probably not much time either—whatever you were planning to do, it’s almost dusk now.”

"That's right." Riddle said calmly, not showing his unswerving attitude because of Tom's attitude, probably because he also knew that this was not something that would happen overnight.

He turned around, snapped his fingers, and Malfoy, wearing a black mask, walked stiffly to the center of the magic circle.

"Speaking of which, what happened to Malfoy?" Tom gathered some strength and slowly reached into his pocket.

"Ah, poor little Draco, I have to say that Lucius protected him so well that he was so innocent and ridiculous." Riddle said happily, "Of course, 'I' also spent a little time After taking a while to strengthen his thoughts, he is now controlled by his own obsession and wants to complete this soul-calling ritual. How awesome!" Seven

"I thought he just got your diary today."

Riddle remained motionless, turned his head 180 degrees, looked at him with a mysterious smile and said: "I am everywhere and know everything——"

"Thank you, I understand." Tom nodded, "You are one and ten thousand, an instant and eternity - the next words are similar to all illegal [sects]."

Riddle smiled tolerantly: "That can only mean that in the end, everyone's pursuit is the same. You are laughing now just because of your ignorance."

He turned his head back and placed the diary in his hand on the magic circle.

"Well, maybe you are willing to explain to me, who is ignorant," Tom slowly grabbed his wand in his pocket, "then what is going on with you now?"

"A memory." Riddle looked at the sky and explained casually, "For some commemorative purpose, 'I' decided to keep the sixteen-year-old me in the diary, which is what you see. Of course, All this thanks to the contribution of the lovely son of Lucius, whose ideas are so easily manipulated that I can easily root my concepts into his mind - "

"It sounds like as long as someone has you in their mind, you can use this connection to plunder energy." Tom suppressed his rapid breathing and said, "It must be some kind of... very magical magic."

"Otherwise why should I explain it to you?" Riddle turned around and said with a half-smile, "You can't expect me to be as naive as little Malfoy, right?"

He stopped talking to Tom to kill time, and directed Malfoy to kneel down. As the dusk light was projected on the array, the entire magic array slowly glowed. At the same time, Malfoy's body also twisted in pain. ——Although you can't see his facial expression, the veins on the back of his hands are bulging, and his nails are scratching the ground in vain. The luster on his skin slowly fades, becoming dry and wrinkled, as if the magic circle is beginning to absorb. Like his life.

Riddle looked at Malfoy with disgust and clicked his tongue impatiently. "It's not durable." He muttered, "Troublesome." He moved his fingers, bent down and held down his diary, and a faint blue light emanated from the diary.

Tom held his breath and drew the wand out inch by inch.

When the light flowed to the end of the tree of life, an unfathomable black hole-like thing twisted and unfolded. Riddle picked up the diary and opened his hand to Tom - his arms stretched strangely, grabbing Tom with him Drag towards the black hole.

"Okay," Riddle said in a relaxed and comfortable manner, like checking luggage before traveling, "and Malfoy..." His little finger also extended over, picked up the collar of Malfoy, who was unconscious on the ground, and dragged him along with him. come over.

"Say goodbye to school life." He said happily and stepped into the space hole.

It's now!

Tom raised his wand, pointed it at himself and Malfoy, and shouted: "Forget it!"

A pale white light suddenly burst out from the head of the wand. Tom looked at Riddle with a hint of pleasure as half of his body had been plunged into the black hole, with a flash of surprise on his face. As Tom felt the relevant memories in his mind being quickly cleared, the evil ghost's The head suddenly exploded!

great. Tom used the last bit of his strength to pull Malfoy to prevent him from being cut in half like Riddle by the black hole that suddenly closed due to the sudden loss of magic supply.

Then he could no longer resist the exhaustion, leaned back, and fainted.