Reborn Evil Wizard

Through the black flames again, Harry saw Ron leaning against the corner.

The burgundy-haired boy quietly looked at the black-haired boy soaked in blood who came out of the black flames, with a faint smile of relief on his cold face.

"Come on, boys, I think we'll have to go somewhere and have a good cup of hot tea first." Dumbledore, dressed in powder blue wizard robes and a pointed wizard hat embroidered with gold stars, came over, with a smile in his arms. Holding the unconscious Alanita, he rummaged through his pocket, took out a lighter from it, and waved to the two children with a smile.

The next moment, Lin Xi put down his seventh cup of Earl Gray tea, and then saw Dumbledore suddenly appearing with three children in the principal's office where only he and Snape were there.

Is it over?

Leaning against the back of the chair behind her, Lin Xi crossed her fingers, staring at Harry's blood-splattered face, and curled up the corners of her lips happily.

"Severus, maybe I should trouble you to send this child to Poppy. It doesn't look like she's doing well." As soon as he returned to the office with the portkey, Dumbledore immediately took the girl in his arms Handed it to the livid-faced Snape, and instructed him to leave.

Snape's face was scowling, in fact he had been doing so all afternoon.After taking Alenita, Lin Xi looked at him and felt that he was about to snarl at the old bee, but unexpectedly, Snape pressed his lips tightly and held back his angrily snarl.He hugged the girl, almost didn't want to stay here any longer, and quickly strode away.

"Then..." The old bee turned to Lin Xi who was sitting aside with a smile.Lin Xi knew that his prison leave was over, if he didn't want to annoy the fox, he should consciously leave.

So he gave a slight nod to the indifferent and indifferent Harry, gave Dumbledore a sneering look, and turned away gracefully like his teacher.

Before leaving, Lin Xi vaguely heard Dumbledore's gentle and kind voice, "I'm glad...Harry...you were able to protect the Sorcerer's Stone with your own strength..."

Huh, protected the Sorcerer's Stone?Lin Xi was slightly taken aback, and narrowed her eyes unexpectedly.This incident seems to be a bit unexpected.

Smiling, he walked towards the Slytherin cellar.Draco and the others probably got impatient with their eyes.At this moment, after learning that the old bee miscalculated, Young Master Lin's hatred of being imprisoned in the principal's office for a long time seemed to be irrelevant.

……

"—He hasn't disappeared, he's still hiding somewhere, maybe he's looking for a body he'd like to share...he's not really alive, so he can't be killed..."

"—Harry, the truth, is a beautiful and terrible thing... Please forgive me, I cannot lie to you..."

"—Don't think about these things for now, wait until you grow up..."

"—the human mind is indeed very wonderful. Professor Snape, I can't bear to owe your father this kind of favor..."

"—the Philosopher's Stone? I'll give it back to Nick Flamel, oh, of course, if he still needs it..."

……

Harry felt tired.

It is both mental and physical.

He didn't stand out, just answered and asked questions according to the answers Dumbledore wanted.It doesn't matter if you say he is hypocritical, or you say he has no interest.For this old man who always seemed to smile kindly, Harry felt guarded from the bottom of his heart.

Dumbledore had been hiding it from him the whole time, but he didn't care.Because those complex relationships between parents and friends just make him want to throw up in disgust.But in front of this old fox, he had to pretend to be sad.

Merlin knew that he, Harry Potter, didn't give a shit about any of this stuff!

Finally out of the headmaster's office, Harry didn't even know how he got back to Gryffindor Tower.Hermione, who rushed forward screaming, was stopped by Ron, and Harry was able to make it back to his bedroom without incident.

Harry was relieved that the room was quiet and empty.At this time, he really didn't have any energy to deal with other people.

It wasn't until this moment that Harry realized that his wizard robes were almost stained with blood.Thinking of the joyful feeling of blood splattered at that time, Harry's eyes became deeper and quieter.He tugged at the robe, frowned, and walked into the bathroom.

The empty bathroom was also empty, and Harry knew that the Gryffindors were having fun outside the castle at this time, so he locked the door, turned on a shower, and stood under the spray with his clothes on.

The warm water made his spirit slightly relaxed.Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took off his glasses, and suddenly thought of the black book in his arms.

He took out this black-covered diary from his arms, ignoring the splash of blood, Harry just stood there, his glasses staring at the small line written in ink on the title page, which has long since become blurred. English name.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

"Well--"

The unprecedented pain from the lightning scar on his forehead made Harry cover his head unbearably. The pain that almost split his head in half made him kneel on one leg on the cold marble floor.

"Why..." Harry gasped in pain, and he could hear his heart beating violently. "Tom?...Is that Tom?"

The male voice hidden in Alenita's body was still fresh in Harry's memory, and he had no doubt that the black diary had an inexplicable connection with it.Even the headache I had when I met a girl was related to it.but why…

It's the same with Voldemort, and it's the same with this strange diary?

That utterly empty longing, as if the missing soul had found his other half.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead to the ground, and the surroundings could only hear the rustling sound of the shower and his own violent heartbeat.

The black diary was scattered on the ground motionless, wet and soaked with water.

Then, from nowhere, a puff of purple-black smoke emerged.

A boy appeared just like that.

He has black hair, tall stature, handsome and elegant appearance, and a confident smile.

Harry just looked up at him, his expression blank and indifferent, looking at the boy with a clean appearance and innate noble temperament that emerged from the diary.

"Tom." Harry said the boy's name hoarsely, without surprise or doubt.Water dripped down his wet hair against his forehead, and Harry didn't blink, just looked up at him, feeling suddenly surprisingly peaceful.

Looking down at Harry Potter who was in such a mess, Tom had a complicated expression, and it was rare that there was no contempt or contempt in his eyes. "I've heard of it, Harry Potter," he said. "You've been mentioned a lot, so I've always wanted to see you."

"Oh?" Harry smiled sarcastically, "Now you see it. How?"

Tom nodded, but what he said was, "I don't have much time." He looked at his fingers, those pale fingertips, and his handsome face suddenly became ferocious.

He covered his face with his hands hysterically, with a sinister smile, "Look, how ridiculous I am like this! I will not let him go, the person who abandoned the past, the person who abandoned me, I will let him He tasted the most desperate fear in the world, and I want him to know what he ruined! So..."

Tom stared sharply at Harry's face, and smiled greedily and weirdly, "He didn't even notice it...It's ridiculous, but it doesn't matter...Now that I have found out, that's enough."

"Really? I found out too." Facing Tom's invisible pressure, Harry suddenly lowered his head and laughed sullenly. "I thought I missed it, but I didn't expect it to be here."

He stood up, facing Tom, madness flickered in Harry's dark green pupils.He grinned, showing his pale teeth, and licked the corner of his mouth with his bright red tongue, "Then... I'm not welcome."

"This sentence, maybe I should say it." The black diary slowly floated between the two, and Tom stepped forward gracefully. His cold and indifferent lips curled up, and gradually disintegrated into black smoke.

The smoke became thicker and thicker, and finally, Harry was enveloped in it.

In the empty bathroom, the painful roar of a beast on the verge of death erupted.

How long has it been?

he does not know.

The boy with black hair and dark green eyes gasped in despair on the cold marble floor, his pale and slender fingers digging at the ground, leaving mottled bloodstains.

Then, the black diary disappeared in the air.

The hair on his forehead covered his empty eyes, and the boy raised his head blankly.

Who is he?

hey hey hey...

Slowly, he stretched out his hand to gently cover his face, and let out a ferocious and terrifying laugh.

"I...I am..."

The dark green eyes shone with madness.

"I'm Harry Potter..."

"NO!!! I, I'm Tom...

—Tom Marvolo Riddle. "

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