Are you kidding!

Riddle is a diary, and no matter how powerful it is, it can talk and communicate with the people who write on it, it should be just a notebook in essence!

But his eyes caught the vague back of a tall wizard - could he be Tom Riddle? How could a big living person hide in a palm-sized notebook, something must have gone wrong......

Brandi shook his head, trying to tidy up his messy brain, but the more he tried to think about it, the more the most unlikely thought took root in his heart. It was too coincidental that Riddle's diary appeared, and it happened to be in his luggage, and he happened to know about the secret room that had been opened this year. And most importantly - does it know how to get into the treasury?

Despite his explanation, the excuse that it took three years to find clues seems too far-fetched now. If they hadn't gotten Oliver's notes, they wouldn't have been able to find out what was wrong with them, even with the first Inbrandy. What's more, Riddle who started with nothing but guesswork.

Brandi was burying his head in deep thought, and the man began to speak again. It was strange, and although he would occasionally talk to himself when no one was in the room by himself, Brandy had never seen anyone talk to the air for so long.

"However, I don't think you'll be willing to take that risk until you're completely in control, given the way you've been cowering. I'm curious how I'm going to use someone like you as my subordinate......" he muttered to himself, as if there was an invisible person in front of him. It seems that this person seems to have serious paranoia.

There was a brief silence. He seemed to get something in response.

"Alright, don't wag your tail in front of me and beg for mercy, this is what you should do to the master you have in the open. You should go back, after all, disappearing too often will make him suspicious, even if you don't usually take it very seriously, but you also said that there are still one or two active minds among his friends. As for this Longbottom—"

The young voice paused, and Brandy saw the wizard's head move, as if to glance at Neville on the ground.

"Without the memory of the Seven Seals, he is completely useless. But his soul was surprisingly tenacious—it was perfect for me to strengthen myself. As long as there are two or three hours, after I have completely broken his will and absorbed the soul power that has strengthened me, I will release the rest of Kull and dispose of it. For hundreds of years, rats have been caught in these tubes, and once in a while, they should be fed with a good meal. ”

Listening to the man's words word for word, Brandi only felt a fire in his throat. Although he still couldn't figure out who the person in front of him was saying this for, the meaning was obvious. This man is now trying to plunder Neville's soul power! And once he succeeds, the basilisk seems to be going to eat Neville!

So where the hell was that basilisk called 'Cold' locked up by this guy, in the water? Or is it the ceiling? Or is it ......

He cautiously surveyed the gloomy room, searching for every pillar of stone and mottled shadow. And at this time, something happened that made Brandi creepy and creepy.

"Stay still, it won't be painful."

The wizard suddenly moved his wand gracefully, spitting out a few faint syllables. Immediately afterward, Brandi heard a voice in horror, another shrill scream that was different from the wizard's. A white light lit up on the ground next to Neville—just like the effect of the 'Dow Singularity' in the Seven Seals, something had been teleported away by unknown magic.

But underneath the statue, there are only Neville and the wizard. And ...... third voice?

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Outside the door of the chamber, Brandi's body suddenly appeared from the void, startling Harry and Ron, who had been worried about the rest of the world. It had been ten minutes since Brandi had entered the room, and they hadn't heard any movement, and if it hadn't been for Ron's constant obstruction, Harry might have rushed in to find someone.

"How's it going, do you see Neville?" The two of them hurriedly stepped forward, and Harry said nervously.

"Yes." The expression on Brandi's face was unnatural, and he took off his invisibility cloak, revealing Harry covered in sweat. "Yes, yes, it's not that early, Neville is still alive, and the Slytherin heirs are trying to do something to his soul - but Neville seems to have another hour or two."

Hearing the good news, the two of them couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, they really didn't expect that after being captive to such a place for a whole day, Neville would still be lucky enough to save a small life. But they didn't have to be happy for long, but they found that Brandi didn't seem to be at ease at all, and the two looked at each other.

"Is there something else going on in there?"

Brandi took a deep breath.

"If nothing else, it's not just one person who opens the chamber......," he said with difficulty, "that Slytherin heir has an unseen servant......"

He struggled to restore what he had seen to Harry and Ron, who were so stunned that they could barely speak.

"But the good news, the guy who doesn't know if it's invisible has left the vault, and with a teleportation magic similar to the one in the vault, we won't be able to meet that guy yet - and, judging by the heir's words, he doesn't seem to have enough strength right now, and still needs to fight Neville on a spiritual level. All we're dealing with is a basilisk. In order not to completely lose their confidence, Brandi made an optimistic estimate.

"Just a basilisk...... I've never had enough to eat. Ron stared, trembling with fear. That's terrifying enough in itself, and with that heir still having a wand in his hand, can the three of us really fight a combination of a powerful Parseltongue and a combination of seeing who dies? ”

"Three?" Brandi shook his head, and he looked to the side. "We also have helpers, and maybe it can help us solve our biggest problems. But before we get to the decisive battle, let's plan the division of labor......"

As far as the eye could see, the furry spider's legs twitched helplessly, and the eight-eyed giant spider seemed to curl up even tighter.

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Stepping into the chamber again, Brandy scurried across the stone slabs, his goal now clear - through pairs of giant stone pillars, he came to the clearing in front of the statue. Neville was still lying motionless on the cold ground, his face frighteningly pale and his eyes tightly closed. The tall, lanky wizard was standing beside the statue not far away, muttering something in his mouth, when he heard footsteps behind him and turned his head.

"It's amazing," he said slowly, "that's amazing, and though I've known that Longbottom has a few clever friends, it's a bit of a surprise to be able to find this place." ”

That being said, there was nothing unexpected in his flat words.

Brandi's pace slowed and gradually stopped. The scene in front of him was beyond his expectations - the wizard in front of him was obviously a tall boy with black hair, and he was only in the fourth grade. And even more strangely, his outline was blurred, as if he were looking at him through a layer of frosted glass.

The thoughts in Brandi's mind became clearer.

"Tom - are you Tom Riddle?"

"Oh?" Riddle's face seemed to move, but the hazy features couldn't tell what it was. "Looks like Longbottom told you about me before he was erased by Dumbledore...... What a bad boy, who promised me that I wouldn't reveal my existence to anyone. ”

And so it was! Brandy's heart was settled, and he pretended to be panicked and came to Neville's front and crouched down to investigate. His body was as cold as the marble beneath him, and bloodless.

"Aren't you his friend? You have to help me. He said, pretending to pull Neville up from the ground. You must have rushed over to save him, didn't you, we had to get him out of here. There's a basilisk here...... Probably come back at any time! Please......"

But Riddle didn't move, he still stared at him with interest, as if he were looking at something funny.

"I can't help that much."

"How so? You're all here......" Brandi's movements suddenly stopped, and he stared straight at Riddle's misty look, "Or are you actually a ghost hidden in your diary?" ”

That's what he wants to know the most.

"Ghosts? No, I'm a memory. Riddle said calmly, "It's only been in that diary for fifty years—of course, after a while, maybe not." ”

Is he a memory ......?

Brandi slowly put Neville down and got up from the ground, but he didn't pull out his wand, and he didn't need to.

"What do you mean by that? What the hell happened to him? ”

"Oh? That's a long story. Riddle said pleasantly, with a distinct smile on his face. Longbottom's reason why he became like this is to blame his situation is too special. ”

"Special?" Brandi blinked, "What are you talking about!" ”

"Diary," Riddle said, "my diary." A few months ago, when I felt the information from the outside world for the first time in a long time, I was going crazy with joy. Out of nowhere, Longbottom found me who had been in the dust for fifty years, and asked me a simple question about magic, and I was extremely weak at the moment...... Desperate to be replenished by the power of the soul. Hacking into his mind was obviously a very reasonable and efficient idea - so I patiently found a rare magic spell that must have helped him. He began to write on it frequently, and from the various magical problems at the beginning to the daily chat, I almost thought that his heart was about to open up to me! ”

Brandy's heart went cold, and he suddenly began to feel terrified at the thought of those weeks of nights when he was obsessed with communicating with Riddle and unconsciously draining his soul.

"But after that, why didn't he suddenly want to talk to you anymore?"

Riddle's expression immediately sank, and he looked at Neville on the ground in exasperation.

"Because I failed, Longbottom was always on the lookout for me." "For weeks on end, I tried every day to present myself as a kind, empathetic, and knowledgeable elder," he said. Finish his boring homework for him, and occasionally teach him a few little spells to set up almost—but the result! After a month, I was stunned that I couldn't get even a little bit of soul power from him, but became weaker, he was just using me! ”