[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom couldn't answer.

Dumbledore sighed slightly and said, "I know there is a magical room on the eighth floor. Once I got up at night and took a wrong turn, and found myself in a very beautifully decorated room that I had never been to before. , there are all kinds of exquisite and luxurious chamber pots inside. When I went back to investigate carefully, I found that this room had disappeared."

"You mean, you found a secret room near where Malfoy and I were?" Tom said, "You suspect that's where the incident happened? But why did Malfoy and I go to the bathroom when we had nothing to do? It can't be an obligation. Help the school with sewerage, right?”

As Tom spoke, some memory fragments began to flash in his mind, as if he knew there was a mysterious room there, but he seemed to be wandering outside and just couldn't get in...

"That's not the bathroom, but things are still very troublesome, Tom." Dumbledore said. "That mysterious room is very considerate. It will tailor a whole-house decoration plan for everyone who needs it to make it suitable." appropriately meet the needs of those seeking help.”

"Ah...so...we don't know what the specific requirements were when we entered." Tom leaned back in his chair in frustration, "Great, every road is blocked."

As soon as he said these frustrating words, he felt something in his trouser pocket starting to heat up again - Hey, why did he say "again"?

Tom did not shy away from Dumbledore. He reached into his pocket and felt Lockhart's gem. As soon as he held the gem in his hand, he felt the thing sucking his skin slightly, as if it was beckoning him to transfer his magic power to it.

...How can he have any extra magic power to give it at the moment!

"Principal?" Tom had no choice but to ask for help, "Do you have any magic supplements here?"

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a potion bottle floated down from the shelf.

"Just three sips. Overdosing is not recommended at your age."

Tom complied, then felt Lockhart's gem impatiently absorbing the half-recovered magic from him, and then the whole piece began to tremble slightly.

What on earth is this for? Tom simply took it out, held it in his hand, and asked Dumbledore: "What do you think is wrong with it?"

Dumbledore rubbed his fingers and asked quietly: "What should I see?"

Tom looked at him in astonishment, then looked at the shaking blue gem in his hand, and hesitantly described: "A... blue gem?"

"I didn't see anything, Tom," said Dumbledore. "Perhaps you would like to tell me where it came from."

"This is -" Tom had just started to speak, and he keenly felt a slender silk rope hooking his neck. It seemed that if he said one more word, the cold rope would be tightened suddenly, He was left speechless.

He carefully raised his hand and touched his neck. He felt nothing, but he could clearly feel the rope wrapping softly around his neck.

Dumbledore sat up straight and asked, "Can't I say it?"

Tom and he looked at each other.

"Then don't say it." Dumbledore said calmly, "Every outstanding wizard has his own secret."

"Okay." Tom just gave up the idea of ​​introduction when he felt the invisible rope around his neck disappear.

"Did you get it today?" Dumbledore asked cautiously.

"No."

The gem trembled on its own, as if it had finally been loaded. Finally, it trembled violently, and spit out a projection that was projected on the opposite wall - Dumbledore quickly tilted his head to avoid it. It caught the projected colored light—and then lay lifeless in the palm of my hand, motionless.

"This is...a video projection?" Tom looked at the picture on the white wall in surprise.

It's actually from a third perspective? How did you do it?

"Ah, interesting." Dumbledore stood up, changed his position, and watched with Tom.

The scene begins with Tom wandering outside the white wall, before a smooth door appears silently, revealing Malfoy's face.

"A decisive approach." Dumbledore commented on Tom's approach to seizing Malfoy's wand, "but not cautious enough. Mr. Malfoy's appearance at this moment is obviously very suspicious. You can use the stun spell to stun him and then wait for the professor's support. "

Tom coughed uncomfortably.

When Malfoy took out the dragon skin pocket, Dumbledore took a deep breath and said nothing. It wasn't until Riddle explained himself that he was a "memory" and the way he plundered energy that Dumbledore raised his hand and rubbed his temples and said, "That's it."

After the playback ended and Tom cast the Forgetting Curse and passed out like Malfoy, the projection began to shake and turned into a screen of snowflakes. Then it shrank smaller and smaller, shrinking into a small point of light and disappearing into Tom's body. forehead.

It was as if a big stone had been smashed into his mind. Tom instantly had a splitting headache, dizziness and retching. When the discomfort passed, Tom was surprised to find that the memory he had erased came back.

He looked down at the gem in his hand. This thing...does it have this kind of effect?

Lockhart's gem lay quietly in his hand, just like an ordinary blue stone, with no response even if he input magic power.

So Tom put it back into his pocket, raised his head and asked Dumbledore: "Who is Tom Riddle?"

Dumbledore let out a long sigh, sat back in his seat, picked up his wand and wrote three shining names in the air: Tom Marvolo Riddle. Then he waved his wand, and the letters automatically switched places and became: I am Lord Voldemort.

"Wow..." Tom leaned back and sighed in surprise, "I have to say this is a bit beyond my expectation..."

"I originally thought it was too early for you to know this. But obviously the other party doesn't think so." Dumbledore said tiredly, "You happen to have many points of interest to him, and you have the same name as him - he I especially hate the name used by other mediocre people. You are from the Muggle world - like him, you are very smart and have received my attention -" He stopped suddenly.

"I don't want to think so, but these sound... all special -" Tom frowned, remembering Dumbledore's strange gazes and overly sensitive suspicions in the past few times, "Actually, you pay attention to me because of the same reasons. point? With all due respect, this is a bit forced. I believe that you have paid attention to many Muggle-born top students over the years."

"Yes, yes, there are many top students, but only a few are exceptionally outstanding." Dumbledore stared at him with undisguised sadness, "I have seen wizards with exceptional talents in my life. I regret to say, Including myself, we all took the wrong path when we were young. Son, when you reach my age, I don’t want to see outstanding young people take detours anymore.”

"The birth of Voldemort was a mistake. I have always suspected that I was involved in the creation of this mistake. I rarely talk about him with people, but based on the current situation, he is a guy who is very good at grasping people's hearts. , I think that in order to maintain the cord of trust between you and me and ensure that you and I do not embark on a path of regret due to unreasonable suspicion, it is best for us to be honest with each other."

"Thank you, I'm very touched, Headmaster." Tom said, "But I think your worries are unnecessary - why would I abandon my identity as a Hogwarts student, drop out of school, and go to work with the most wanted criminal in the wizarding world? Are you fooling around? Do you think life is not exciting enough?"

Dumbledore laughed and winked at him, and the atmosphere in the office relaxed.

"But speaking of thrills," Tom thought, the hairs on his body stood up, "if Malfoy and I passed out, and Riddle exploded, who would move us into the corridor, and who would be on the wall?" Written words?”

"This starts with Riddle's diary." Dumbledore replied, "He is not a memory, but the product of some extremely evil black magic, so your forgetting spell cannot really kill it. Him. However, the method of obtaining energy he described may not be very accurate, so the Forgetting Curse can cut off the connection between him and you, so you can see his appearance dissipate due to the loss of energy supply."

"So... he is actually still in school?" Tom thought about it and said hesitantly: "But I remember that the diary seemed to have fallen to the other end of the black hole."

Dumbledore nodded and said, "I noticed it. I also noticed that he said that he was 'everywhere and omniscient'."

"I guess there may be more than one 'Riddle'." Dumbledore said seriously. "Perhaps you remember that Mr. Malfoy said before that he found something that cannot be named and told him about Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. , can teach him snake language, and even instruct him to come to the principal's office to steal the diary——"

"That's also a 'Riddle'." Tom murmured, "He who must not be named, the last heir of Slytherin, has something to do with the diary. The game he is talking about refers to-" He looked up He glanced at Principal Dumbledore and said with a wry smile: "It seems that you are game players, and I am that game character."

Just as he finished saying this, there was a sudden explosion from downstairs. He was so shocked that he sat upright and turned to look.

"It looks like we have guests," Dumbledore said calmly.

Then there was a "thump thump thump" sound of footsteps. It seemed that the visitor had no patience to wait for the spiral staircase to rise on its own. The last thing that exploded was the wooden door of the principal's office. Visitors rushed into the office like a whirlwind. After a short pause, they rushed to the unconscious Malfoy.

The visitor is Lucius Malfoy.

He was randomly wrapped in a robe that he had taken out, and it could be seen that he was wearing soft home clothes underneath. He seemed to have hurriedly put on a coat and rushed out. Her half-long hair was a bit messy, and her face was terrifyingly cold. He held the snake staff against his son's forehead and muttered something, as if he was checking on little Malfoy's condition.

Only then did Snape follow him into the office, not enjoying the process of repairing what the irritable Lucius had blown up.

"Lucius—" he called in a low warning voice.

Lucius ignored him. After checking his son with a serious face, he relaxed a little, reached out and rubbed little Malfoy's hair, then turned around suddenly, leaned on his cane and said to Dumbledore: "He must pay the price for this, pureblood." His blood is never shed in vain."

He didn't even glance at Tom sitting aside, but the cold magical aura like a poisonous snake was already surrounding Tom.

"Good evening, Lucius." Dumbledore stood up and said pleasantly, as calmly as if Lucius had just greeted him.

Lucius twitched his lips and said, "I respect you very much, Albus... but I think you know better than any of us what an angry father can do to his children."

"Of course I can understand your worries and anger, Lucius." Dumbledore stopped smiling, "But I suggest you understand the specific situation first. For example, the beginning of the whole thing, a black-covered book Journal."

Lucius' gray-blue eyes stared at Dumbledore coldly.

"The owner of that diary is called Tom Marvolo Riddle. I believe this name is not unfamiliar to you - if you insist on pretending not to know, I suggest you go home and ask Abraxas portrait."

"All the incidents today were caused by this diary."

"So that's it..." Lucius said slowly, his eyes fixed on Dumbledore.

"I have some ridiculous rumors about how this strange diary got into the campus - of course, I personally want to believe that you love your children, and you will definitely not frame a pure-blood family. , you don’t care about the life of your son who is in the same school, and casually stuff things into other girls’ bags on the street, right?”

"Of course, this is a very ridiculous rumor." Lucius's expression seemed to be wearing a mask.

"There are also a series of rumors about the opening of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, the instigator of the Basilisk, etc.," Dumbledore said calmly, "Of course, all the mistakes are the fault of the diary. After all, the young It is to be expected that students will have little resistance when they are bewitched by dark magic - I mean that is to be expected from reliable adults, isn't it?"

Lucius said nothing.

"The owner of the diary showed up today with the intention of taking away Mr. Malfoy. Fortunately, Mr. Locke arrived in time and rescued Mr. Malfoy. What a blessing. As adults, our only hope is that the children It’s safe and sound, right?”

"That's it, it's really lucky." Lucius reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth, "It seems that I misunderstood." He turned to Tom and looked at Tom carefully with his cold eyes.

"Thank you very much," he stretched out his hand to Tom with a polite smirk, but his eyes were like poisonous snakes waiting for prey, "your brave behavior saved my family."

"You're welcome, Mr. Malfoy." Tom stood up and briefly touched his hand.

The next moment, Lucius quickly retracted his hand and pulled off the glove on that hand as if he couldn't bear it.

He ignored Tom again and said to Dumbledore: "In this case, I plan to take Draco home to recuperate for a while. I hope you approve it."

"Of course, of course," Dumbledore said with a smile, "You can stop in Severus' office for a while and wait for him to finish brewing the potion and take it back with you. Another piece of advice for you, Lu Xiu Si, please think clearly, who is your enemy and who will be your friend?"

"Good words." Lucius said with a fake smile, turned around and picked up little Malfoy, and nodded to Dumbledore, "Then I'll take my leave, Albus."