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VIO replied seriously: [Who are you?]

These words completely permeated the diary, as if they had been eaten.

She held the diary for a moment, of course, a deliberate message to the soul in the diary, and I was now lonely, helpless, and easily exploited.

Sure enough, the diary replied after a short period of time, and the handwriting slowly emerged, as if it had not been written in any kind of ink.

[I'm a soul living in this diary, and my name is Tom Riddle.] How did you find my diary?]

[This is a personal question, Mr. Riddle, I suppose you will kindly stop being interested in it, will you?]

Vio rejected the question without thinking about it, not afraid that such an answer would upset Riddle

Now that Riddle had answered her, he must have hoped that he could continue to talk to him until he was controlled or seduced.

Their relationship, VIO currently dominates.

Sure enough, there was almost no hesitation in the diary, and another line of words resurfaced.

The brush stroke is lightly touched at the end of the last word, and after ten seconds, the handwriting slowly disappears again.

[Of course.] I prefer to listen to your troubles, which allows me to find a glimmer of sustenance in the long river of life. ]

[In a recent game, a strange guy cast a dark magic spell on my best friend, who is still unconscious.]

Dumbledore wasn't there, and Madam Pomfrey couldn't find the right way to crack the spell. I'm really worried that he will die at any moment, what a wonderful person he is, just like you, he is willing to help the weak and listen to their hearts. ]

Vio wrote it down in one breath, then watched with a blank face as the lines disappeared and were eaten by the diary, all with her back to Danae as she did so.

Danae probably thought she was reading carefully, so she didn't talk again all night to disturb her.

[It's a shame.] ]

Vio looked at the row of words that appeared and disappeared quickly, and knew that he didn't want to get the spell from Riddle tonight, and he didn't trust him to really talk to him.

[Trust me, your friends will get better, and sometimes, what people need is faith.] ]

[Oh, I understand, Mr. Riddle, just can't stop my pessimistic thoughts.] ]

Vio decided to dip the ink one last time, she didn't like to talk to Voldemort's sixteen-year-old who had sealed up in the diary, and the shelf of such talk had to be held endlessly, but Vio was sleepy.

[Would you like to hear a story from the past?] Perhaps a temporary shift from your grief can be distracted. ]

Well, are you so eager to tell yourself a lie about the fake secret room?

Vio instantly sobered up, sat up straight, and wrote a reply earnestly.

[Thank you very much for your kindness, it must have been like encountering an oasis in the desert with abundant water.] ]

[This happened quite a long time ago, about fifty years ago, in a school called Hogwarts.] There are four founders in the school, one of whom has left a standard for the school to measure whether students are eligible for magical education, and this standard is hidden in the secret room, always waiting for someone to open the secret room and let it judge the unqualified learners in the school. ]

The level of storytelling is a bit inferior, and most people will tell that he is talking about what happened to the current Hogwarts school fifty years ago.

I don't know what mystery he wants to keep, why don't he just say that this is the real thing that happened when he was in fifth grade.

VIO really hoped that he would say it quickly, but it was not easy to show it, so he could only press and watch.

It seems that Riddle really heard Vio's heart, and the handwriting that reappeared in the diary seemed more and more sloppy and frenzied, as if a person had written it when he was crazy.

One year, the chamber was opened, and the monster attacked several students, and finally succeeded in the trial. Luckily, a student caught the person who opened the secret room, and that person was expelled from the school.

[But the dear Headmaster, Professor Deiper, is ashamed that something like this happened to Hogwarts during his tenure, and he forbade anyone to tell the truth.] Eventually, the one who died was claimed to have been the result of a strange accident.

[And the gift used to seal the mouth and encourage the capture of the murderer was a beautiful medal with words engraved and glittering gold.]

[For many years after that, the secret room was still there, the monsters still existed, and the tragedy would continue to happen, all because the person who had the ability to provoke the matter had not yet been caught, but was living at large.] ]

Vio cautiously raised the quill and bit the shaft of the pen and thought for a while, until a few white feathers fell off it.

[What a horrible story, Mr. Riddle, it did save me from my grief, but it plunged me into another kind of fear.] Let's get here tonight, I need some sleep. ]

[Good night, beautiful unnamed girl.] ]

Vio closed the journal and ignored the last flattering words.

After so long, Vio roughly figured out Riddle's purpose, and he probably still wanted to divert everyone's attention when someone was attacked, and find an innocent person to be the scapegoat like he did to Hagrid fifty years ago, yes, part of the reason why Hagrid was expelled from school in the third grade was because of Riddle.

Moreover, there is a good chance that he will continue to frame Hagrid, as he mentions that "the murderer is still at large".

Due to his criminal record, Hagrid would be the first to be suspected of an attack.

Vio tilted his head and thought for a moment, then fell asleep on the table.

For the next few days, she spent as much time as she could, chatting with her diary, expressing her cowardice, her fears, and her fear that Harry would never get better.

These displays of weakness worked one evening.

When she was inadvertently moved by her nonsense and shed a tear, a line appeared in the diary.

[Forgive me, dear friend, for I am not sure, I have witnessed many days of your depression without saying what you know in your heart.]

Now, I can't watch you go any longer, your handwriting tells me that it's all my fault that you're getting thinner. ]

[I will always forgive you, friend, but if you have a good plan, please say that it is all right.] ]

[I once met a man whose symptoms were exactly the same as those of your friend after the spell, and the person who saved him cast a spell breaking spell in front of me.]

The spell is simple, and if you are willing to let me into your mind temporarily, I can demonstrate it to you myself. ]

Into my mind?

Vio was happy, and Riddle finally believed her.

[Mr. Riddle, this is easy to do.] We can get started now, would you like to?]

[Glad.] ]

[Oh, and before that, let me prepare, you know, for example, a deep breath or a few shouts is a bit of an exciting part of a boring study life.] ]

[Please.] ]

Vio immediately ran out of the room and stood outside and drank the fast-acting sleeping potion he had gotten from Madam Pomfrey, which differed from regular potions in that it was tailored to each user, and each bottle had a corresponding spell.

It is only when the soul itself utters this mantra that the body wakes up and is able to move.

This potion will protect Vio to the greatest extent possible from her body when Riddle enters her mind, and will not do anything unthinkable.

Vio lay down on the bed with his diary and closed his eyes.

The journal turned the pages of the windless automatic, and a wisp of brown mist emerged from it, burrowing like a snake into the temples of Vio, who was peacefully lying on the bed, and from there into her thoughts.

In the darkness, Vio saw the mist slowly gather in front of her, forming a delicate, elegant teenager.

His eyes were dark, and what he held in his hand was the phantom of a diary. (To be continued.) "Elegy for Glory" only represents the author's point of view, if its content is found to be in violation of national laws and conflicts, please delete it, the position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform.

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