Tom Riddle's diary, which was Voldemort's first Horcrux.

In 1942, Tom, a fifth-year Hogwarts student, learned that he was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin and discovered the existence of the Chamber of Secrets. He managed to find the entrance to the chamber and opened it with a parseltongue. After that, Riddle ordered the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets to attack Muggle-born students in several schools in order to purge him of those he saw as unworthy of studying magic.

Eventually, one of the Muggle-born Ravenclaw girls named Myrtle Warren was killed by the basilisk.

Tom Riddle used the murder to inject a piece of his soul into his diary, making it his first Horcrux, and blaming Rubeus Hagrid, a third-year Gryffindor.

It wasn't until Peter Pettigrew "accidentally" said Voldemort's real name during the public trial last semester that this history was re-examined, and Rubeus Hagrid became the first hero to fight Voldemort - and rightfully so, as the hidden truth was revealed, Tom Riddle became the most feared student in Hogwarts history.

To Dumbledore's relief, people began to slowly change their fear of the name "Voldemort".

You know, as the most common name on the European continent, there are too many people in the world who call Tom, and even pets in many families, such as cats and dogs, usually like to be named Tom.

Admittedly, people still have some fear of the magical name "Lord Voldemort".

But if it were Tom Riddle?

Oh, that's fine.

And for Elena, perhaps Voldemort in his heyday was something to be wary of

Treat the dangerous guys.

But Tom Riddle was just a student, even if he was a prefect, even if he once manipulated a basilisk, once murdered a student, and once escaped suspicion through clumsy blame...... Compared to Elena's glorious history last year -

What kind of stinky fish and rotten shrimp is this?!

"After the homework for the Transfiguration class is finished, there is also the homework for the astronomy class......"

Elena glanced at Tom Riddle's work on parchment imitating her handwriting, and with some dissatisfaction poked the quill in the journal that had stopped to rest, and added a paragraph callously.

"This is the first time, and I hope it will be the last time - I have provided you with a weekly class schedule, and you are a clever journalist who should learn to draw inferences and fill in the gaps, not like a troll, who needs me to remind you what you should and shouldn't do...... Got it?"

"Okay, I'm just-"

The diary was silent for a moment, and then the handwriting slowly emerged.

Tear pull –

Before Tom Riddle could finish his neat handwriting, Elena's eyebrows suddenly raised, and she pinched the pages of the diary with both hands, and mercilessly tore open a huge tear, leaving only the last trace of paper connected together.

In the previous week's experiments, she had first tested the physical properties of the magic diary.

Even if Voldemort attached protective magic to this notebook, it was still extremely limited, except for the "strong absorption" of paper effects, in terms of toughness and malleability, at best, it barely reached the strength of leather.

In other words, not to mention the vigorous cutting of the knife, even a forceful tear will cause the paper to break.

The only thing that is unique may be that even if it is completely separated and torn to pieces, as long as the remains are put together and sandwiched in the center of the diary, Tom Riddle's remnant soul will be restored in less than a night.

“？”

Elena picked up her pen and drew a question mark in the journal.

The next moment, Tom Riddle immediately wrote his answer in the little space left.

"Yes, master, I'll make it up, master!"

His handwriting had become messy, as if he wanted to write everything out in an instant—the fifth-grade wizard's soul fragment trapped in his diary knew in his heart that anything terrible could happen if he angered the witch.

"There's no next time, Tom, you're a smart man. ”

The corners of Elena's mouth lifted slightly, and she let go of the crumbling page in her hand and wrote in the margin.

I have to admit that Dolores Umbridge's obedience education is quite effective, combined with a few PUA tips, even Tom Riddle in the diary didn't last long, and completely gave up resistance in less than a week.

Or maybe she overestimated the resilience of the remnant soul in her diary.

After all, Tom Riddle in the fifth grade is also a slightly scheming little boy - in terms of combat power, he will even be knocked down by the eight-eyed giant spider who is not yet an adult, and he can't beat Hagrid, who is purely physical, and in terms of personal mind and pursuit, he is just a problem orphan who has just mastered how to open the secret room and hopes to spend the summer at Hogwarts.

Ever since he was forced to sign a magic contract by a group of terrifying demon king-level wizards, Tom has almost resigned himself to his fate.

In fact, it was much better to concentrate on helping the little witch with her Hogwarts homework than to assist Nicol Lemay in his experiments as an experimental material—at least, at this time, he was still half a man.

Elena stared at the parchment in front of her, where words were gradually emerging, and after a few seconds, she shrugged helplessly.

Although bullying Voldemort's remnant can give her a lot of joy in the beginning, as time goes on, the pleasure of this trumpet abuse becomes less and less, especially when the other person is coerced to write faster than her.

"You write it first, and remember to ...... the herb class and the history of magic together."

She pulled a stack of parchment from her bag and stuffed it into the gaps between the pages of her diary.

It stands to reason that Tom Riddle's diary is limited to its own writing, but if it were covered with a layer of parchment at the top of its pages, it would have been possible for the text to appear on top of it - the only problem was that Tom Riddle, as the writer, had to be extremely careful and careful to write in mirrored inverted letters, rather than in the normal way.

The professors at Hogwarts are not stupid, and if the flaws are too obvious, they will have to copy sentences.

No matter how special her status at Hogwarts is, Elena is still a student after all, and it is still too arrogant to blatantly not turn in her homework, even Dumbledore and Grindelwald, most of them will not indulge her at this point.

The day was delayed for too long, and if she didn't want to find a way, she would probably have to spend the weekend doing her homework.

Elena glanced at the closed, auto-coded journal and slipped it into her bag.

"Little ones, I'm free—come on, come on, I'll teach you a whole new game. ”

"You're done with your homework, so fast!"

Hermione put down the book, turned her head to look at Elena, who was moving her wrist, and asked in surprise.

"Well, I took the time to write a little bit during the day, and it's okay......"

Elena casually explained with a red face and a heartbeat, writing a letter anyway.

Just as creating a "new Microsoft Word document" can be called codeword, in the wizarding world, isn't it also a very reasonable thing to write down problems and let the workbook learn to do homework by yourself?

"How many of them are they haven't finished playing chess yet, how is the battle......

Elena rubbed her wrist and made a sore appearance as she quickly changed the subject.

"I don't know, it's nothing to see anyway-"

Hermione leaned slightly and nodded her chin towards the other corner of the room.

In the corner not far from her, there was a blurry curtain of light, like a mosaic of light screens, and nothing could be seen except for three shadowy figures and the occasional conversation of girls.

Hermione puffed out her cheeks and muttered a little unhappily.

"No, those stinky chess baskets teamed up to kick me out for the sake of fairness—"

In the light curtain, Luna and Danilova frowned, thinking seriously about the chessboard in front of them, while Hannah acted as the referee.

In order not to disturb Elena's homework and avoid a mouthful of Miss Ji, Luna simply used her not-so-skilled "binary rewinding architecture transformation magic" to create a small space that served as a temporary chess room for them.

Rather than the noisy, noisy Gryffindor House, Hermione has been preferring to be on Elena's side lately, especially on weekends.

Not to mention, Hannah and Elena's room is a double dormitory, which is relatively quiet and comfortable.

What's more, not only is it close to the Hogwarts kitchen and auditorium, with separate desks, bookshelves and dressing rooms, but Elena's dormitory is also equipped with a separate prefectate lavatory room.

"Oh, so they don't know what we're talking about or doing now?"

Elena looked at Luna's illusionary barrier and nodded thoughtfully—the difficulty of this magic was mainly imagination in the beginning, after all, the concepts of sound and light were still too abstract for them.

And as things stand, Luna Lovegood's talent in this area far exceeds her expectations.

Of course, this is not the most important thing at this time......

Elena couldn't help but frown heavily when she glanced at Hermione, who was sitting alone on the big bed in the bedroom, looking at the textbook.

"Almost...... Wait, what do you want to do?!"

"Miss Granger, you should remember what I said when I threatened me in Potions class......"

Elena untied her robes and threw them on the carpet, her eyes glinting dangerously.

She was quite a vengeful Dark Lord, and even if Hermione ended up fishing with her in Potions class, and Professor Slughorn became one of her tools, that would not erase the little beaver's little traitorous behavior.

"You're taking revenge, aren't you, stinky chess basket—"

Hermione glanced at Elena calmly and closed the textbook without the slightest hint of fear.

"You didn't say anything in Potions class, and when you really expressed your displeasure, it was the harsh words that I let out in anger after I didn't allow you to repent for the fifteenth time, and exposed your intention to cheat by messing around with your pieces. ”

“...... How could I be upset about this!"

Elena laughed dryly, and Derpy flicked angrily.

As the Gringotts Elf Empress and the third generation of the Dark Lord...... How could she hold a grudge because every time she sneaked into a fish to play chess in class in the past few days, no matter what kind of chess it was, without exception, she was beaten by Hermione in all kinds of fancy ways.

"Huh-"

Hermione stared at the little derpy hair, raising her eyebrows haughtily.

Anyway, Luna, Hannah, and Irina were angry just now, and now even if there is an additional "first victim" Elena Kaslana, it makes no difference to Hermione Granger.

"You-"

Elena climbed onto the bed, looked at the calculation Ji with a stubborn look, and sighed helplessly.

"Well, Hermione you can actually put a little water sometimes, I mean, you don't have to be so serious about everything - Hannah and they have to be careless, if you're too strong, you won't be able to find anyone to play chess with......"

"Why, don't you do that all the time?"

Hermione retorted quickly, and while Elena wasn't looking, she suddenly turned over with force.

"Since you can do so many things, then I can learn slowly and try slowly—"

"We're different...... You shouldn't be targeting me...... Hmmm......"

Elena scratched her cheek with a bit of a headache, and she knew that the problem was there.

Due to the lack of the long period of isolation in the original book, as well as the precipitation of friendship at the moment of life and death, Hermione in this world line does not know how to restrain her edges and corners, but desperately pursues impossible goals.

As time went on, discordant notes finally began to appear.

Maybe when Elena is here, everyone can still play happily as usual.

But as soon as the situation was the way it was, Hermione would subconsciously seek to take the lead, trying to replace Elena as the center of attention in the crowd, or more accurately, as convincing authority — for tonight, for example.

Compared to the other little witches, Hermione Granger's desire to win is still too strong.

If Luna, Hannah, and even Danielova and Irina are the little witches who now have their own goals and directions for the future, then in Elena's opinion, Hermione's goals for herself may be too harsh.

As a native little witch, she could never be another Elena.

It's not about talent, effort, and Elena knows that, but she can't find a good way to explain it.

Elena lay on the soft pillow, looked into Hermione's bright eyes, and thought for a moment.

"Hmm, Hermione, listen to me......"

Syllable.

At that moment, there was a popping sound like a soap bubble popping in the room.

"Phew, finally won, Luna, you're so good-"

After a fierce battle, Danilova, who finally won the final victory, stretched her waist, and her eyes fell on the warm big bed not far away, and the two senior sisters who were entangled up and down, slightly stunned.

"Uh-"

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Goo~~~