In the middle of the night, Hogwarts Castle was quietly hidden beneath the thick shadow of the clouds.

In the Room of Need, deep in the castle, Draco Malfoy's confused, empty eyes gradually regained their light.

As Lockhart left, a thick white mist began to appear around Draco, and it was eerily quiet, except for the sound of his own increasingly nervous heartbeat.

In the mist, a faint light from unknown sources happened to illuminate the old square table about half a meter in front of him.

A small, thin journal with a tattered cover lay silently on it.

[SCP-17-03: Tom Riddle's Journal]

Due to the information revealed by Peter Pettigrew during the public trial some time ago, everyone now knows that the demon king behind the name "TM Riddle" corresponds, the crazy dark wizard who once hovered over the British wizarding world to cause panic.

At the same time, it's also that ...... The culprit who almost destroyed his parents' lives.

Draco Malfoy stared at the journal for a few seconds, frowning slightly and shaking his swollen head.

The memory that appeared in his mind out of thin air still washed over his mind, but with Professor Lockhart's exquisite magic skills, it did not affect his normal thinking, it was more like a beautiful dream.

"Big sister...... Draco took a deep breath and muttered.

Although he knew that those memories were just illusory, the real voice, the breath, the delicate face that he hid in the depths of his heart and did not dare to peep, and those loophole bets, like a tidal wave, gave him courage.

Then he pulled out his chair and sat down, flipping through the notebook in front of him—obviously, all blank pages.

"The first thing is to inject ink, introduce yourself, and activate the diary. ”

Draco Malfoy did as Elena had instructed him to take out a bottle of ink and pour it into his journal.

If Elena remembers correctly, in the original book, the notebook was pierced by the basilisk's fangs, and a large amount of ink gushed out.

Magic may be able to produce illusions and even physical objects out of thin air, but if there is a certain material basis, then the cost of permutations and combinations must be far lower than creation and derivation, and for this magic notebook, the ink is most likely its blood.

On the other hand, this is also a magical trace that distinguishes this diary from ordinary books.

It may not have been Tom Riddle's intention, but as with most inventions, in order to protect his diary, young Tom inadvertently created a magic that automatically absorbs stains - all common ink, blood, and oil stains will not leave any traces on them unless they are completely destroyed.

This also means that from the moment the ink is absorbed, the magic in this journal is also activated.

Draco Malfoy thought back to Elena's time points as he stared nervously at the journal, stained with large expanses of ink, waiting for the first "magic preset" to work.

The ink flickered brightly on the paper for a few seconds, and then disappeared as if it had been sucked into the paper.

"It worked! It didn't find anything anomalous and deliberately concealed magical properties. ”

Draco excitedly shook his fist in his heart, dipped his quill in ink, and wrote on paper.

"I, Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black Malfoy, grandson of Abraxas Malfoy, sole legal heir to the Malfoy family of Eternal Purity......"

Due to the lack of practical cases, Elena et al. were unable to determine the principle of "charging" the diary.

However, according to some existing information, it can be roughly known that "contact" and "writing" are obviously the two most important determining factors, which is also in line with the obscure knowledge about pen fairies and book fairies in the Japanese magical world.

What they are testing now is the main channel for the outflow of wizard power, whether it is "writing" or "thinking".

Mere scribbling, or entering into a question-and-answer initiated by the other party, is an inherently disadvantageous position in terms of information acquisition, so the second instruction given by Elena to Malfoy is to write down the family tree in the diary.

As the future heir to an ancient pure-blood wizarding family, Draco Malfoy has been reciting wizarding genealogies since he was a child.

After a short period of memory activation, not to mention the family motto and genealogy of the Malfoy family, even if it is part of the genealogy of the associated pure-blood wizard family, he can write a lot in one go, and it is not a problem to write four or five pages of diary paper.

Tom Riddle transformed the diary into a Horcrux, which means it's self-aware.

Trivial, cumbersome, boring, logical, and lengthy enough to make her think of a better place to introduce herself, and at the same time force the soul in the book to respond.

In the face of his "old ministry" family tree, Tom Riddle did not respond for only two reasons.

1. Writing alone can directly gain power, and the purpose of all his conversations is to lure people to write.

Second, at the moment of contact, the soul in the diary can directly carry out the mind and skip all the pre-process.

“...... Nicholas Malfoy, born in 1375 A.D., is ......"

Draco Malfoy carefully wrote his family tree while quietly estimating the time in his mind.

The Malfoy family originated in the 11th century, and if the lengthy family tree of the 10th century were to be written in full, it would obviously be far longer than the predetermined warning time, and if the diary had not entered the "second stage" for a long time, then he might need to be prepared to wear a hat by about the 18th century.

However, as Elena had guessed, Voldemort's patience was clearly not that good.

In the wizarding world, the genealogy of pure-blood wizards is undoubtedly one of the strongest proof of bloodline.

Even the "young" Tom Riddle, who had been in his diary for decades, did not have much desire to learn about the achievements of their predecessors when faced with the genealogy of the Malfoy family, who had been following him since school.

Before Draco Malfoy could turn to the third page, the words in his journal flickered rapidly.

Immediately after, all the words written in ink were sucked in in an instant, leaving no trace at all.

Draco was keenly aware that perhaps he was worried that he would continue to write, not just the words on the paper, but even his ink-soaked quill was now as white as ever, with no ink left on it.

Then, finally, a miracle happened.

Suddenly, words oozed from the paper that Draco had never written, and it was his ink.

"Hello, Draco Malfoy, my name is Tom Riddle—"

Before the words were fully written, they quickly began to fade and fade, as if someone was desperately trying to clear the paper with an ink eraser, as Draco hastily wrote down a few words at the same time that the line came out.

LordVoldemort

Draco nervously looked at the journal in front of him, which had turned back into a blank sheet of paper, waiting for Riddle's answer.

A moment later, a few lines of writing surfaced on the journal.

"Sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about?"

"Young Malfoy, how did you find my notebook?"

and...... Is there anything I can do to help you, or what would you like from me?"

Whew-

The moment he saw the words in his diary, Draco Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief, raised his left hand in the air and made a grasping motion similar to catching the Golden Snitcher, dipped the quill in the ink in his hand, and continued to write.

"Whatever"

"In exchange, I can answer all your questions. But before you can do that, you first need to prove that you are the legendary 'Tom Riddle', the most dangerous Dark Lord of all time who has defeated death. ”

............

At the same time, outside the dense fog.

Unlike the dense mist that lingered around Draco, from the position of Elena and the others at this time, there was nothing that would affect their interaction with Malfoy and the journal, except for a slight thin white vapor.

Seeing Draco Malfoy's gesture not far away, Elena and the others also breathed a sigh of relief.

"From the current situation, the whole process has been much smoother than we thought-"

Gilderoy Lockhart said with a smile, turning his head to look at the bigwigs sitting next to him.

As the chief surgeon, although he was quite confident in his Oblivion Charm, if he could not directly confront Voldemort so early, it would naturally be a good thing for both Lockhart and Malfoy.

"Predictably, human energy is limited, and we obviously overestimated Tom before. ”

Grindelwald grinned, shook his head and sneered, a hint of contempt in his eyes.

If he had known that Tom Riddle's diary was based on the content of the text or the information, he could even use the polyjuice decoction to tease the young man, so that this junior who had gone astray knew what the language art of the orthodox Dark Lord was.

"Don't take it lightly for the time being, after all, his soul body hasn't come out yet......"

Newt Scamander shook his head slowly, looking solemnly in Draco Malfoy's direction.

The wand in the hand of the Master Fantastic Beast was pointed forward, intentionally or unintentionally, and if something unexpected happened, he could cast a spell at the first opportunity, but he had seen Voldemort's soul completely condensed in Russia.

With the exception of the Three-Headed Hellhound, regular spells can be said to be negligible in its damage.

Thinking of this, Newt's gaze subconsciously swept over the chest of a certain white-haired ball.

Above Elena's bulging chest, three sleepy-eyed little milk dog heads protruded from their necklines, yawning in turn in a cute manner, without the brutal and bloodthirsty ferocity of the ancient wizarding civilization.

However, at this time, Elena did not have the energy to pay attention to the gaze from Newt.

From now on, the success or failure of the next negotiations will depend mainly on Draco Malfoy's impromptu performance, and how much carelessness and arrogance Tom Riddle has sealed in the diary.

Of all the wizards present, she was the most nervous - for some reason, she was hiding some details.

Elena knew very well that Malfoy's current magic power alone was not enough to support Voldemort to condense a complete soul.

No one can guarantee that Tom Riddle will be the same as in the original book, leaving them with enough time to deal with it, instead of using some unknown means to absorb a large amount of Draco's life force in an instant.

Fortunately, unlike Harry, who was alone against Riddle in the original books, her lineup is much more luxurious.

On the other hand, her goal is not just to destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes - just like hunting in the deep mountains and dense forests, it is much more difficult to capture the prey completely and try to tame it than to kill it.

......

And at the same time, the other side.

Draco's answer was clearly beyond Tom Riddle's expectations.

In this time and space, there is no ignorant Ginny to popularize the story of the future to him, and all the information that Tom Riddle knows is still a few decades ago, like a blank sheet of paper waiting to be colored.

The handwriting in the journal paused, as if pondering how to answer.

Just when Draco Malfoy thought the other party was "disconnected", Riddle's answer finally reappeared in Draco's sight, his handwriting starting to be a little thicker, as if he had unconsciously put a little more effort into writing.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just a memory, a memory that has been kept in my diary for fifty years. ”

"The reason why I keep a record of the past in a way that lasts longer than ink is because some people don't want to be read about the terrible things that have been hidden, the things that have been covered up, the terrible stories that happened at Hogwarts. ”

Tom Marvolo Riddle, this is the name that Voldemort used to use when he was a student at Hogwarts.

But it was only known to his closest friends, who had come up with a new name since he discovered that Salazar Slytherin himself had Salazar Slytherin in his veins, traced back to his parents' past.

So it stands to reason that when he one day becomes the greatest wizard in the world, the great demon king whose name all wizards in the wizarding world dare not name easily, people should not and cannot know the name that he had already made up his mind to erase completely at the age of sixteen - unless something terrible happens in the future.

Draco Malfoy took a deep breath and calmly wrote in his journal.

"TomMarvoloRiddle's letters are rearranged and it's IamLordVoldemort, and almost everyone in the wizarding world today knows about it, so don't hide it anymore, Mr. Riddle. ”

"Voldemort, this is your past, present, and future......"

After a moment's hesitation, Draco struggled to overcome the fear in his heart, and the quill swiped across the paper.

"You succeeded, but at the same time you failed. At one point, the Dark Devils were all over the UK, and even Professor Dumbledore had to rely on Hogwarts Castle as a last resort - my parents joined your side and became Death Eaters, but at the height of your power, you lived up to everyone's expectations, lost all your mana overnight, and disappeared without a trace......"

With the sambling sound of a quill on the paper, Draco Malfoy's mind began to conjure up a somewhat abrupt story, as if a voice was whispering in his ear telling him what to say next.

All he needs to do is write the story according to those memories that are both familiar and at the same time extraordinarily unfamiliar.

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On the first day of October, the outbreak is complete!