Tom Riddle is lost right now.

He didn't know what the situation was like, what he was supposed to do now, or even if his name was Tom Riddle.

Because at the end of the day, he's just an abandoned diary.

……

Time goes back to the day before, in Quirrell's cramped teaching assistant's office.

Quirrell went out to collect his homework, and only an illusory figure was left in the office.

"I'm going to steal the Philosopher's Stone tomorrow." The phantom of the handsome young man sat quietly by the window, looking at the diary in front of him.

The diary opened a few pages on its own, and a line of graceful ink appeared on a blank page—

"Haven't you already taken possession of my body, and you still need to discuss this kind of thing with me?"

The emotions revealed in the ink were very annoyed, and it was obvious that it was very dissatisfied with the encroachment on its body.

"It seems that you haven't figured it out yet, I'm the one who created you, and I'm the main soul who dominates all Horcruxes!" Voldemort's tone also carried a hint of anger, "Without the memories left in my diary when I was young, how can you have the magical attainments to condense a soul body?!" ”

"But you still fell on a baby." The diary reads.

Voldemort's face twisted, as if he felt the urge to tear the journal apart.

It took a long time before he took a deep breath and calmed down the anger in his heart.

"I didn't take you out to quarrel with you." Voldemort said in a deep voice, "I have important things to tell you, and it is about whether I can be resurrected smoothly, and it is also about our common future!" ”

"Don't you want your body back? Okay, then I'll give it back to you! ”

The ink on the journal page suddenly drifted, indicating that its mood fluctuated violently, and it almost didn't even stabilize its handwriting.

"Are you telling the truth? But why did you give me back your body? It was only after a few moments that the ink marks on the journal reformed a new line of handwriting.

"After absorbing the life force of the unicorn, in fact, I don't need to borrow your condensed body to act." Voldemort said.

At the same time, the phantom of the handsome young man fell straight into the open diary, and another figure with distorted features, a noseless nose, and no hair appeared by the window.

"Tomorrow's action is extremely important to me, but my enemies are also extremely strong." Voldemort, whose face had become extremely ugly, said, his crimson eyes constantly flickering, "Dumbledore and Dracula are both difficult for me to deal with right now, even if I can use a little trick to hold them back, it won't last long." ”

"Therefore, tomorrow's operation is bound to fail!"

"Is there anything I need to do?" The journal hesitated for a moment, then wrote down a line of handwriting.

"No, you don't have to do anything." Voldemort's eyes were gloomy, "I'll find the safest place to put you, you just need to protect yourself." ”

"You remember, every Horcrux is my life, and I would never risk my life. I'll repossess Quirrell, and it's enough to have him as cannon fodder! ”

The journal was silent for a moment, and then two words were written:

"I see."

……

The journal lay quietly in what Voldemort called the safest place, and spent the whole day in fear.

In the evening of the next day, as the sunset had just risen outside the window, Riddle's soul in the diary throbbed wildly.

He suddenly sensed that the state of his main soul, that is, Voldemort, had fluctuated extremely violently.

Immediately after, the position of the main soul suddenly moved rapidly, the distance between him became closer and closer, and the feeling between the two became stronger and stronger, and at the same time, the main soul's emotions were mixed with extreme horror and urgency.

Outside the window, a skull carrying a puff of black smoke seemed to inadvertently bypass the location of the eighth floor of the main tower, and at the moment closest to the castle, a brief and emotionally intense message was sent to the diary—

"Lurking at Hogwarts Castle! The crown by your side will help you! Get Harry Potter blood!! ”

Shortly after receiving the message, a dark full moon suddenly rose in the sky before the red glow had ended.

After that, Riddle in the diary could no longer sense the breath of the autonomous soul......

"Ahh

The phantom of a handsome boy emerged from his diary and let out a sigh.

He was now confused and didn't know what to do next.

Is it lurking in Hogwarts Castle as the main soul demands, trying to get his hands on Harry Potter's blood?

He hesitated.

On the one hand, Riddle didn't know what Voldemort wanted Potter's blood to do, and on the other hand, Dracula and Dumbledore were like two high mountains pressing on his head, making him dare not act rashly.

Thinking blankly, he suddenly thought of the second sentence in the text message Voldemort sent him, without a beginning or an end-

"The crown by your side will help you."

Riddle looked around him, but didn't notice anything like a crown. But he didn't think that Voldemort would leave any useless information in such an emergency.

Riddle looked up and looked out of the room.

He stood in a room the size of a cathedral, the high windows casting the rays of the setting sun, revealing countless old and quaint objects, piled up to form a high-walled city—a collection of objects hidden in by generations of Hogwarts students and professors.

"Is there a Room of Need?" Riddle muttered softly.

When Voldemort was younger, he mentioned this magical location in his diary, so Tom Riddle, who was born from the Horcrux in his diary, quickly identified his location.

Riddle came up with the idea of exploring the secrets.

He picked up the blank journal and moved along the narrow passage left in the various clutter.

The aisles were littered with crumbling and broken furniture, probably crammed here to hide evidence of miscasting; Thousands of books put together, mostly banned, scribbled, or stolen; Some of the broken bottles contained solidified potions, and a few of the gagged ones still glowed with evil light; There were also a couple of rusty swords and a blood-stained axe......

Riddle scrutinized the objects around him, and suddenly, a hoarse call began to feel in the depths of his soul—

He could sense that the object that was calling was of the same origin as him.

Another Horcrux for Voldemort!

Riddle swerved abruptly, swerving into a path in the pile of treasure, past a still foul-smelling troll specimen, and walked briskly toward the place where the call had come from.

Eventually, he stopped in front of a large cabinet with a blistering surface that looked like it had been splashed with strong acid.

Next to the cabinet was a crate with a worn statue of an ugly old wizard, and a rusty crown was quietly hidden behind the statue.

The setting sun slowly sank under the black lake, and two moons of different colors lit up in the sky, casting a soft, cold moonlight from the high window of the room.

In the moonlight, a clear sapphire shone on the rusty crown.

……

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