Silver-gray memories flowed in the dark space, like a shallow moonlight sprinkled in the mist of the morning light, emitting a faint light.

Sellers quietly looked at the unchanged scenery in front of him, and even though he didn't know how long he had spent here, it was still difficult for him to calm down - because he had crossed into a soul, no, not even a complete soul, just a fragment with a few memories.

The owner of this soul fragment is none other than the famous Dark Lord Lord Lord Voldemort. And it is the remnant of the Horcrux he made when he was a student - Tom Riddle, who is only sixteen years old.

But now, due to his crossing, Xiao Tang's consciousness no longer exists, and this remnant soul has been replenished.

To be honest, such a thing as becoming a Horcrux, even if it is placed in the entire Crossing Realm, it is quite explosive. Sellers, the male protagonist of the web novel who suffered all kinds of humiliation and even life and death crises at the beginning, has seen a lot in his previous life, but it is really rare to have to find a way to resurrect as soon as he crosses.

What's even more helpless is that he is trapped in the diary and can only passively wait for the plot to begin, if he could still recall the magic knowledge that Tom Riddle learned in school, I am afraid that he would have been bored to the point of madness in a lonely space.

Slowly flipping through the memories, Sellers also had to sigh that Tom Riddle was indeed a genius.

As a person who can become the Dark Lord, the fifth grade has already mastered almost all the magical knowledge in the Hogwarts curriculum, and even the dark magic in the forbidden book area has mastered a lot. And at this age, ordinary students are probably still in the restlessness of adolescence.

In fact, most of the wizards who have left a lasting mark on history are like this. Dumbledore and Grindelwald wanted to change the world when they were students, and later acted on it, and under the framework they worked together, Grindelwald turned the wizarding world upside down. In comparison, Voldemort's pattern is indeed much smaller, but it is not bad in terms of talent.

Cyrus digested Tom Riddle's magical knowledge, he had experienced countless days like this, but today seemed to be a little different-

The silver mist was stirred, and the black ink drifted down like a slight wisp of smoke, falling into the silent memory, slowly unraveling.

"August 19th, Sunny"

- This is the end of the handwriting.

Cyrus smacked to his feet!

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In front of the dilapidated desk, Ginny Weasley, who had planned to write a diary, looked at the blank journal in surprise - all the words she had written down were gone!

There was no second word on the yellowed diary, except for the handwriting printed on the cover and the vague name "T.M. Riddle" on the back of the cover.

T.M. Riddle, Ginny had never actually heard of that name, but it wasn't surprising since the textbooks she used were second-hand. Not surprisingly, this man, Riddle, was the first owner of the diary.

However, no one has ever said to themselves that this is a magic book!

This natural Gryffindor couldn't help but have a great curiosity in his heart.

What she's experienced this summer really excites her - first her adored Harry Potter lives in her house, then she receives owl letters from Hogwarts, and now, there is a magic diary hidden in the second-hand textbook that she hated!

So she picked up a quill pen, dipped it in ink, and continued to try to write:

"Today is a special day—"

A short half sentence was written on it, but the ink was immediately sucked in as if it had been written on a sponge, leaving no scratches.

Ginny turned the page in amazement, but the back of the paper was also clean.

Where does all the ink go?

Little Ginny stared at her bright eyes with a look of confusion. At this moment, a horizontal handwriting slowly appeared on the empty paper, or it was more appropriate to say greeting.

"Hello, did anything good happen to you today?"

Startled, Ginny hurriedly threw aside the quill in her hand and jumped to the side, looking at the journal with a look of horror on her face.

Every child who grows up in a magical family has been warned to "never trust anything that can think for one's own until you see where it is hiding its mind", just as Muggle parents would tell their children never to trust any stranger who wants to approach you with candy.

A magic item that can think is most likely evil.

Maybe I should talk to my mom about it?

Ginny couldn't help but think.

This thought almost took over her brain, but she didn't act, but another thought began to grow slowly-

'The diary was hand-picked by my mother at the Blott bookstore along with those textbooks, and if it was really dangerous, then my mother wouldn't give it to me. ’

Maybe I can keep it, or see what it does. If there is any situation, it is not too late to talk to your mother. ’

As a typical lioness cub, Ginny was definitely not lacking in courage and curiosity, she bent down to pick up the old quill, and slowly walked back to the desk, the line of greeting had not disappeared, as if waiting for her response.

"Who are you?"

The three words, along with the greeting above, flashed at the same time, and then disappeared before Ginny's eyes, and then another line of handwriting appeared.

"My name is Tom Riddle, and it's a small memory left by the owner of this diary, where did you get it?"

After seeing this sentence, Ginny did not answer immediately, but opened her mouth and whispered "Harry Potter", and only after finding that she was still speaking normal words, not boring limericks, did she breathe a sigh of relief and continued to write.

"My mom bought it in the second-hand book section of the Blotted bookstore."

"The second-hand book section of the Blotted Bookstore? So, you're a Hogwarts student too? The being in the diary seemed to be very surprised and surprised, as if he had met a strange friend with whom he did not know but was in close contact.

And the word "also" gave Ginny a huge sense of intimacy.

"I'm in first year this year, are you a Hogwarts student too?"

"It used to be, but then I graduated. I really can't believe that the diary I left behind will end up in the hands of the little wizards at Hogwarts, maybe this is also a kind of fate, by the way, I haven't asked your name yet? ”

Ginny hesitated for a moment before writing her name.

"Ginnevela Molly Weasley, you can call me Ginny."

At this time, another line seemed to appear in the diary, but before she could read it, she was frightened by a knock on the door, and closed the diary with a snap.

"Ginny, it's time to eat! Are you asleep? I've called you several times. Outside the door was Molly Weasley's voice.

"No, Mom, I'll be here."