Tom Marvolo Riddle

After all, there are no major changes in the plot, even if the Weasleys have a strong Charlie on their side, the Malfoys still haven't given up the opportunity to disgust the family (they did the same when Hagrid was there in the original book), and this terrible diary is still stuffed into Ginny's crucible.

The white dragon smoothed it over, which is a rare good thing, but the person concerned probably won't know about it.

He examined the cover page of the diary, which had risen to the point of view of the source and allowed him to see what was on the book.

Entangled negative energy, bottomless darkness, and unseemly chaos in the depths.

The essentia of the soul.

One of the important foundations for the study of necromantic spells.

Only with this kind of thing can the soul be able to exist out of the body, and this essentia cannot be seen around the soul of the living, this kind of thing only comes from the death of the living body, and the essentia produced after death can support the short-term existence of the soul after death.

No wonder......

Bai He looked at the chaotic thing and fell into deep thought, no wonder you need to kill someone to make a Horcrux, the soul fragment is Voldemort's, yes, but the essentia that carries the fragment is not his own.

Negative energy maintains the stable existence of essentia, seeing this, Bai He began to have a certain understanding of necromantic spells, using negative energy and essentia to manipulate the soul after death, no wonder people who study this kind of spell in some places are going to be hunted down, and the nature of spells is destined to be something that good people should learn.

But who says brother is a good guy anymore?

Bai He rolled his eyes and drew a circle on the empty notebook next to him:

Negative energy-essentia-soul

Necromancy

"Does it help you?" he will ask the Trisolaran inside.

[This depends first on whether we meet the definition of a soul in the wizarding world.] ]

"There is no doubt that it is. Bai Hedao: "I can see some soul particles in the place where you work, although they are very thin, but it can be seen that in this magical world, there are still some things in your body that can be defined as souls. ”

[That would be easy, and with this essentia, even if we only have the parts that fit the definition of a soul that can be attached to it, we have the means to transplant them all through experimentation.] But the question is, how?]

Shirakawa frowned.

That's right, how to do it is a question.

The spellcasting rules of the two worlds are completely different, but through research, Bai He probably knows how to transform the casting rules, after all, the magic essence of the two worlds is the same- All of them are echoes of the will of the world, and the nature of the target is basically the same, so when Bai He studied spells in this world, he tried to thoroughly study the changes in the source caused by each spell and the effects it produced, and fully understood these two points, so he could develop spells that conformed to the local spell casting rules when he returned to Antas, and in comparison, spells became secondary.

The problem is that he knows little about necromancy or black sorcery—with a trick he can control negative energy (debilitating touch), but not essentia.

If it was in Antas, it is estimated that the mentor who taught necromancy would throw a thick copy of "Essentia Fundamentals" in his face at this time, but it is a pity that the red-robed bald head has a word first, and he will not provide any spell knowledge except for the prophecy spell, otherwise why would the white dragon stay in HP for a long time to find magic knowledge.

"Actually, it's very easy to do. In the long run, you can go to the forbidden book area of Hogwarts to find dark magic, if you are close......" Bai He thought of something, suddenly opened the note, and a malicious smile appeared on his face: "Just take care of him?"

Shirakawa lifted the quill and left a wild font on the blank diary:

Get up and greet your new master!

At the same time as the handwriting fell, Shirakawa's 'Source Vision' saw that the notebook was trying to absorb his life force, and Shirakawa sneered and injected the life force into it, adding a little magic to it by the way.

This sentence seems to have caused a long period of confusion among Voldemort's avatar in the notebook.

It took a long time for the diary to react:

[Where is this?Who are you?]

Don't pretend to be innocent Tom Mavolo Riddle, I'm Albus Dumbledore, and I know what you've done.

The White River Monster laughed and continued to make things up.

[You are not Albus Teacher, he will not talk to a noble being like me like this, don't lie to me,] ]

Cowering and pretending to be a ghost, I didn't expect a guy like you to become a demon king in the future?

[Caution is a necessary quality for a good pure-blood wizard, which is why I became the Demon King.] ]

He seemed to be proud: [You know my deeds, you should know my greatness, be polite, junior, I am the pride of pureblood.] ]

Hahahaha!

Bai He directly wrote a string of laughs, followed by a mocking face with stick figures: Demon King, great, proud, you are simply too self-aggrandized, you don't seem to know your miserable future, you have the ambition to form a garbage army, and you want to conquer the entire British wizarding world, only to be defeated by a newborn child, your army is full of spies and cowards, and no one pays attention to you after your defeat! No one is faithful to you, you float alone in the forests of Albania, like a poor lonely ghost.

Pathetic, incompetent maggots! The magic you set up to keep you alive is now an eternal cage that shackles your soul, look at your helpless appearance, scream in grief! Pain! Wail! Loser! Your name as the Demon King is nothing more than the kneeling lick of your once loyal dog to get advantage from you, and in fact you are a complete clown in the eyes of your enemies and your so-called servants! They pushed you to the forefront, just to make you stupid to test the attitude of the wizarding world, as a bargaining chip to cause a riot and seek benefits for purebloods, you lost your usefulness, and they kicked you away, what a pathetic person, no, now you are no longer a human being, and you are still self-absorbed under the pretext of these sycophants?

Judging from the second original text, this diary did not take the initiative to learn about external information before absorbing Ginny's enough vitality, and no one else wrote on it before Ginny, and all the consciousness of the soul fragments here stayed in 1942 when Voldemort was 16 years old, based on this information asymmetry, there are many articles that can be done.

He deliberately distorted the facts and added fuel to the vinegar to blacken Voldemort in a fancy way, and laughed wildly, only less than half of it was black, and the diary seemed to be lit with a black flame, only after Bai He finished writing the last word, the diary was completely floating in the air, and the angry black flame burned on the diary, this time the language was not words, but a voice came directly from the air, the voice was clear, but it seemed a little gloomy: "You rude mudblood! I see you! Who is the one who defeated me? Who is the one who betrayed me? Who is the one who betrayed me? Tell me clearly! Or I'll suck your soul dry. ”

The diary sped up the absorption of Bai He's life force, but Bai He maintained a malicious smile until the center of the diary wrapped in black flames suddenly exploded, and the voice suddenly turned into a scream: "Stop, what have you done? What have you mixed with life force? ”

"It's nothing, it's just a little bit of negative energy. Bai He bared his teeth and smiled, "I hope you will like it." ”