Of course I know about it. 】

This sentence in the diary made Ricciardo's heart tremble, and he suddenly thought of the legend about the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets...... It is likely that there is a great connection to Voldemort himself.

This...... But it shouldn't be him, after all, he has studied Voldemort's remnant soul for several months, and if he can't detect Voldemort's breath, then he can find a brick and kill himself.

[I record my past in a way that lasts longer than ink. I've always known that there are always people who don't want this diary to be read. 】

"What is the mentor trying to say?"

Ricardo frowned—this sentence, in his experience, was about to start fooling. After all, he used to fool others.

And Voldemort's handwriting became messy and sloppy, as if he couldn't wait to tell everything he knew.

[I mean, this diary contains some terrible stories from the past.] Some of the things that have been covered up. Some of the events that happened at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 】

[Mentor, I'd like to take a look. 】

"I'll take you to see it.] 】

The diary seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and the pages clattered to a certain page in mid-June. That little square on June 13 seems to have turned into a miniature TV screen.

Ricardo nodded, held up the notebook, and pressed his eyes to the small window; Then he fell forward; The window was getting bigger, and he felt his body leave the bed, and fell headfirst into the gap in the page, into a swirling stream of colors and shadows. He felt his feet fall on solid ground. He froze, and the blurred vision around him suddenly became clear.

He knew at once where he was. The circular room, with a portrait of a sleeping man on the wall, was Dumbledore's office - but instead of Dumbledore sitting behind a desk, it was a frail, shriveled wizard with only a few strands of white hair on his bald head, reading a letter by candlelight. Harry had never seen this man before.

He tried to touch the man, but he passed through it like he was a ghost—maybe not, he wasn't a ghost, the ghost was the guy in front of him.

The Headmaster of Fifty Years Ago? Ricardo looked around the office. There's no Phoenix Fox, and there's no buzzing silver gadgets.

This is Hogwarts in Voldemort's time, that is, the wizard he didn't know was the Headmaster, not Dumbledore, and he was not much stronger than the ghost, and people fifty years ago couldn't see him at all.

The headmaster wizard sighed, folded the letter, stood up, walked past Harry, didn't even look at him, and went straight to open the curtains.

Outside the window, the sky was full of red glow, and it seemed that it was sunset. The wizard returned to the table, sat down, absentmindedly playing with two thumbs, and looked at the door—there was a knock outside the office.

"Come in." The old wizard said in a feeble voice.

A boy of about sixteen walked in and took off his pointed hat. A silver badge of rank glittered on his chest. He was much taller than Harry, but also had jet-black shiny hair.

"Ah, Riddle." The principal said.

"You want to see me, Professor Dippert?" Riddle said, looking a little nervous.

"Sit down," said Dippert, "I've been reading that letter you gave me. ”

"Oh." Riddle said. He sat down, his hands clasped tightly together.

"My dear child," Dippet said kindly, "I can't let you stay at school for the summer. Surely you would like to go home for a vacation, right? ”

"No," Riddle said immediately, "I'd rather stay at Hogwarts than go to that—that—"

"You live in a Muggle orphanage on vacation, don't you?" Dippet said curiously.

"Yes, sir." Riddle said, blushing slightly.

"Are you Muggle-born?"

"It's a half-blood, sir," said Riddle, "my father is a Muggle, and my mother is a witch." ”

"Your parents are—"

"My mother died just after she gave birth, sir. They told me in the orphanage that she had only time to name me: Tom, with my father. ”

Dippert smacked his tongue sympathetically. "Here's the thing, Tom," he sighed, "we would have liked to make some special arrangements for you, but in the present circumstances ......"

"Are you referring to all these attacks, sir?" Riddle asked.

Ricardo could already determine that this guy was Tom Riddle, the young Voldemort, and recently, it seems that something has happened.

"Not badly at all," said the headmaster, "my dear child, you must see how foolish it would be if I allowed you to remain in the castle after the term was over. Especially after the recent tragedy...... The poor little girl died...... It's much safer for you to stay in an orphanage. I'll tell you the truth, the Ministry of Magic is even talking about closing schools. We don't have a clue about the — oh — root causes of all these misadventures......"

Riddle's eyes widened. "Sir—if that person is caught...... If everything stops......"

"What do you mean?" Dippert said, his voice a little harsh, as he got up from his chair. "Riddle, are you saying you know anything about these attacks?"

"No, sir." Riddle said quickly.

Diper sat back down, slightly disappointed.

"You can go, Tom ......"

Riddle slipped out of his chair and shuffled out of the room with heavy steps. Ricardo stayed where he was for a moment, then followed.

They descended the spiral staircase and emerged from the monster-like dripping spouts in the darkening hallway. Riddle paused, thinking seriously about something. I saw him biting his lip and wrinkles on his forehead. Then, as if suddenly he had made up his mind, he hurried away.

Along the way, they didn't see a single person, and finally they came to the foyer, where a tall wizard with long flowing hair and a long beard greeted Riddle on the marble staircase, "What are you doing, Tom, still wandering around so late?" ”

"Albus Dumbledore," Ricardo whispered, "it turns out that good hair is from a young age. But, Mentor, why are you showing me this thing? ”

[This is a memory......]

A voice came from all directions.

"The mentor is still so suspicious...... Ricardo chuckled lowly, "but if I don't have this kind of intelligence, can I be favored by the mentor?" ”

"Wrong from the start, Mentor, if this were all your memory, then there wouldn't be the part where the Headmaster was in the office."