Seeing the pendant he had given out two months ago, Dracula frowned.

The original gloomy wood amulet should be a darker color than black ink, as if it gathered all the darkness in the world.

However, the amulet that hung around Harry's neck now was not as black as it once was, but as if it had been dyed blood-red—

It's still black, but it's not as pure as it used to be.

This is a phenomenon that only appears after absorbing multiple powerful black magics, and those black magic that only appears once or twice, and the magic is weak, it is impossible to change the color of the Spooky Wood Talisman!

"Don't rush to leave, I have something else to ask you." Dracula stopped Harry, who was about to open the door, and asked with a serious expression, "Did you meet any dark wizards some time ago?"

"Dark wizard?" Harry asked suspiciously, "No...... If you exclude the strange wizards you met in Tumbledown Alley."

"Did those dark wizards do it to you before you met me?" Dracula frowned slightly.

Harry shook his head blankly.

Dracula also felt that the Dark Wizard who could survive in Tumbledown Alley was not the kind of reckless man who would make hasty moves.

At that time, Harry suddenly appeared in Tumbledown Alley, and the extremely cautious Dark Wizards were at first trying to test if the young wizard had some powerful backstage roaming around.

The dominatrix who stopped Harry must have been the first creature to take the initiative to tempt, and the Spooky Wood Amulet should not have been triggered......

"Are ......," Dracula asked slowly, "you were attacked in that Muggle house?"

"It's not...... Professor, I really haven't been attacked!" Without thinking, Harry said, "If Aunt Vernon keeps me in an iron cage in my room......

"Wait." Dracula interrupted Harry abruptly, frowning and asking, "Why did he put you in an iron cage, Potter?" Has this kind of abuse been a regular occurrence before?"

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Leigh's face froze, and he subconsciously wanted to justify that he didn't do it himself, but a diary named Tom Riddle......

But Harry couldn't say.

Because Tom didn't want him to expose its existence, he didn't want to betray his academic mentor and friend like that.

But Harry's hesitation of less than a second made Dracula see something different.

"Interesting." Dracula suddenly put away his stern face, and instead curled the corners of his mouth, "Potter, you didn't tell me the truth, did you?"

"I...... I didn't." A flash of panic flashed in Harry's eyes.

"So who are you hiding the truth for? Who is the one who really ruined your uncle's big business?" Dracula looked at Harry deeply and chuckled.

Harry involuntarily took two steps back, wincing, "No...... No, I really did it all by myself."

"If I'm not mistaken, at the end of last semester, you had more than one fight." Dracula pressed forward as Harry retreated, a burgundy glow in his eyes.

"I remember very well that you wanted to go to the Potions Professor's office to settle a feud with Snape, but you ended up having a big fight with him, which led to a conflict that intensified......

"Not only that, but the Wesley twins said another thing in front of me - you reprimanded the two of them very fiercely for losing money in a bet...... Even if you're just a student in the same academy and a friend of their brother, there's no reason to do that."

"Where did you, who used to be humble, optimistic, and kind, go when you have an emotional outburst?" Dracula asked softly, "Who the hell are you being tricked by, Potter?"

Harry finally retreated into a corner, leaving no room to retreat, but he was still stubborn and refused to say Tom Riddle's name.

"Look at me!" Dracula suddenly amplified his voice.

Harry subconsciously looked up at Dracula, who was close at a moment's notice.

He saw a pair of burgundy eyes, the glint of which seemed to have an irresistible charm, and made him sink deep into them—

In the school infirmary, Madam Pomfrey held up an unfamiliar notebook and asked him if the diary was his. When I opened it, the title page saw the name "Harry James Potter" written on it......

In the Gryffindor common room, Harry inadvertently flicked a drop of ink from his quill pen and dripped it onto the journal, only to be absorbed by the blank pages......

….

In the dead of night, Harry quietly got up from the four-poster bed in his bedroom, crouched down on the desk by the window, lit a candle, and wrote in the diary in the faint light......

In the second half of his first year, Harry spent time communicating with his diary and learning what he had lost in class, eventually finishing first in Defence Against the Dark Arts final term......

At 4 Privet Road, the journal came from a cupboard to Harry's room, egging him on revenge on Uncle Vernon by playing magic tricks on the big client on his behalf......

In the room sealed off by a large iron bar, the journal urged him to use the evil spell......

The final scene shows Harry taking out his diary from the bottom of the suitcase before the duel club begins.

Harry looked away from Dracula's eyes and gasped for air.

He instinctively realized that something was wrong, and subconsciously protected the diary in the pocket of his arms.

"Is it a diary?" Dracula laughed happily, "I didn't expect that what I was looking for was right here with you."

He pulled out a piece of parchment, which was densely filled with evil dark magic objects.

This is a list of Voldemort's dark magic apparatus that Lucius sent him after meeting him at the White Wyvern Bar.

Now, all sorts of other names have been crossed across, leaving only a single word circled in bright red ink—

Diary!

"Professor, what are you talking about?" Harry pressed the journal in his arms uneasily, making a dazed look, "How did what you've been looking for come to me?"

"Potter, it looks like you're really thinking of him as your friend." Dracula suddenly laughed, "I have to admit that you are really sincere enough to treat your friend, and you still want to cover for him at this time."

Harry bowed his head in silence and said nothing.

"But I have to tell you a cruel truth...... "Dracula leaned over and whispered, "Tom Riddle, whom you trusted, never considered you a friend."

"It can't be!" Harry exclaimed, "He's always been nice to me, teaching me knowledge, talking to me, and persuading me when I'm unhappy......

Harry knew he couldn't hide the diary's existence. But he still didn't want Tom, who was also a mentor and friend, to be misunderstood by Professor Dracula in this way, so he defended himself angrily.

Dracula didn't care about Harry's argument, just smiled casually, "Do you know what kind of magic the spell Tom Riddle taught you is?"

Before Harry could reply, Dracula reached out to his side.

The next moment, a mouse that lived in the Hogwarts dungeon all year round fell into Dracula's hands with a ray of moonlight.

As if sensing the strong dark aura on Dracula's body, the rat immediately began to tremble.

"Do you know what the spell's name is, Potter?" Dracula looked at the mouse in his hand and slowly took out his wand from his pocket—

"Avadakedavra."

A dazzling green light appeared!

….

The rat was hit by the green light, lost its breath in an instant, and collapsed in Dracula's hands.

"The name of the spell...... It's called the Requisition Charm, Potter!" Dracula said word for word.

Harry's mouth was wide open, unable to speak for a moment.

A scene loomed in his mind—

A woman was crying beside him, kissing him on the cheek...... Then, a man with an ugly appearance and distorted facial features walked in...... The next moment, it was a dazzling green light!

"Don't—" Harry suddenly shouted.

In the next second, he collapsed to the cold ground trembling......

After a dead silence, Harry slowly looked up and saw Dracula looking at him thoughtfully.

"Professor...... What happened to me?" He asked uneasily.

Dracula's eyes moved, and he was silent for a moment, and then said slowly, "It's okay, you may have had a dream, don't pay too much attention to it."

With that, he forcibly changed the subject, "Riddle, it's time like this, are you still stuck in Harry's clothes and don't want to come out?"

A surge of black mist emerged, and the handsome black-haired young man appeared in front of Harry very suddenly.

"I knew you'd find out sooner or later, Dracula." His expression didn't look flustered at all, but rather relieved, "But I didn't expect this day to come so quickly. I thought I had at least two more months!"

"You...... You're Tom?!" Harry looked at the black-haired young man in front of him, and his mouth closed in shock, and the complicated thoughts just now were indeed dispelled by Riddle, "You didn't mean...... Are you just a diary with a mind that can only communicate with me by writing?!"

Such a bizarre scene was no less than a volcanic eruption to Harry's mood!

He knew that he had really been deceived. Professor Dracula is right......

Harry leaned against the office wall in despair, his eyes almost out of focus.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I did lie to you." Riddle turned his head and looked into Harry's blank eyes, "But I have to lie to you, this is Voldemort's task for me."

"What did you say?" The name of the old enemy instantly crossed Harry's mind

Pulled back, "You just said...... Voldemort?!"

"Don't you understand, Potter?" Dracula sighed softly and looked at the black-haired young man standing beside Harry, "Explain to him, Riddle, who you really are."

Unexpectedly, Riddle did not resist Dracula's arrangement, and only nodded lightly to him.

"Voldemort......" Riddle whispered, looking at Harry, "it's my past, present, and future, Harry."

He suddenly snatched his wand from Harry's hand and drew a few dashes in the air, writing the names of three shiny men—

Tom Marvolo Riddle (Toarvoloriddle).

Then he waved Harry's wand, and the letters automatically reversed their positions, becoming—

I'm Lord Voldemort (iaordvoldert).

"See?" He whispered, "This name I used when I was a student at Hogwarts, and only to my closest friends, of course. Do you think I'm going to use my filthy Muggle father's name for the rest of my life?"

"No, Harry. I came up with a new name for myself, and I knew that one day, when I became the greatest great wizard in the world, wizards everywhere would not dare to say that name easily!"

Harry's mind seemed to freeze.

He looked at Riddle blankly, this was the man who had been an orphan with both parents dead, who had actually killed Harry's parents when he grew up, and so many others......

And he regarded this person as his bosom friend for a long time!

……

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