Meet Mr. Riddle?

Ginny froze.

A voice in her subconscious told her: Don't do it, believing in a magic object is stupid and dangerous!

But her curiosity was piqued like a cat.

What kind of person would the real Mr. Riddle be?

I've never really gotten to know Mr. Riddle, and now, there's an opportunity in front of me—

"But how?" Ginny's inner desire overrode all her vigilance, and of course, it had something to do with the fact that Sellers had made the little girl trust her before. She barely thought that "Mr. Riddle" could have hurt her.

Cyrus was very happy to see that Ginny agreed.

If there is anything commendable about Voldemort himself in addition to his magical talent, I am afraid that it is only this most handsome skin in the whole book that Rowling has admired. Tom Riddle relied on it to deceive many women before he made a black magic transformation on himself. To this day, the soul of one of Hogwarts victims still wanders through the Ravenclaw towers!

Obviously the offspring of the wisest Ravenclaw of the Big Four, it turns out to be a stupid love brain.

"You just have to bury your face in the book, and I'll take you into my memory."

The diary seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and the pages clattered and stopped at one page.

Ginny stared dumbfounded at the pages of the diary, which seemed to turn into a miniature television screen. Her hands trembled slightly, and she held up the notebook and pressed her eyes to the small window; Before she could react to what was going on, she leaned forward; The window was getting bigger, and Ginny felt her body leave her chair, and her head fell forward into the gap in the page, into a swirling stream of colors and shadows.

It was a gray space, surrounded by a flowing silver mist that looked light and heavy like a flowing morning mist.

She looked around nervously, looking for any figure that might be "Mr. Riddle".

Cyrus wasn't playing hide and seek with her, he was standing not far away, holding a phantom of a wand that didn't belong to anyone, tilting his head and chuckling at her.

"Mr. Riddle?"

Ginny shouted at him tentatively.

"Hello, Ginny." Cyrus's answer immediately turned her nervousness into excitement.

She trotted up to Cyrus and looked at him in surprise. I'm afraid this little girl never thought that this "Mr. Riddle" who had been communicating with her was so handsome.

"Are you really Mr. Riddle?"

"To be exact, it's just his memory." Cyrus cleverly said that what he tried to say was not a lie, but it was no different from a lie, "I guess you must be surprised now, I'm afraid you never thought I was a Slytherin student, right?" ”

He said, pointing to his robe.

"I really didn't think about it, who let Mr. Riddle always encourage me to break the school rules." Ginny muttered, and it seemed that she didn't think anything of Slytherin.

From the moment she entered, she hadn't taken her eyes off Cyrus's face.

"What's wrong?"

"I think you, Mr. Riddle, look a bit like Harry." Ginny hesitated, and then she quickly added, "Of course, only a little. ”

"It's not a coincidence." Sellers said with a laugh. He certainly knows why. In fact, the blood relationship between Riddle and Harry dates all the way back to the time of the three Death brothers.

"Ginny, you're cuter than I thought you were." Sellers said without hesitation.

Ginny was immediately speechless with shame and quickly looked away.

Dealing with an eleven-year-old girl is not too easy for Cyrus.

"Has Mr. Riddle been in a place like this for fifty years?" When Ginny set her eyes on this "space", she immediately showed a sad expression.

There was nothing here, it was pitch black, like a dark jungle that was empty and bleak in winter. The silver mist was cold, and it was suffocating just to look at. She couldn't think of how a person could spend fifty years here, and if it were her, she wouldn't be able to stay for a day.

Poor Mr. Riddle......

He just wants to see the real world, what's wrong with him?

He even found time to help me with my homework!

Ginny wanted to hug Mr. Riddle now, but when she reached for Cyrus, the immature little hand passed through Cyrus's body.

"Useless Ginny, I'm just a memory." "I can only see and hear," Sellers said. But I can't touch it, I can't touch it—I really feel like I'm alive on the day I shamelessly took control of your body! The blue sky, the wind, and the warm sun shining on the body, it's incredible to be alive, don't you think? Of course, I didn't forget to go to the cafeteria for a delicious meal. ”

The expression on his face grew more and more satisfied, which made Ginny even more uncomfortable, and she almost burst into tears.

"That's it!" At this time, Cyrus's tone suddenly became stern, "That's it, Ginny! ”

The voice repelled Ginny, making her tremble for a moment, and then, Cyrus, softly, said, "You should go back—"

"But ......"

"Let's go, it's not a good thing to stay with someone like me who is dead, and who is not even a dead soul. When you get back, destroy the diary, and if your magic isn't enough, give it to someone else. It's time for us to say goodbye, it's a pleasure to meet you, Ginny. Cyrus pretended to say goodbye, and his figure slowly became transparent and illusory, hidden in the silver memory.

"No—" Ginny bit her lip, tears in a straight line, and her head shook wildly.

"Obedient, Ginny. Perhaps destruction is the ultimate destination of a memory like mine. ”

"No!" Ginny shook her head categorically, "Mr. Riddle is my friend, I will never kill Mr. Riddle!" ”

"You'll have new friends, real friends." Sellers emphasized.

"It's different!"

"But ......"

"Is Mr. Riddle planning to hurt me, are you going to take my life?" Ginny hurriedly asked.

"Of course not." Sellers vehemently denied it.

That's true.

"In that case, then why did I kill Mr. Riddle?" Ginny had already made up her mind, and now she became extra brave, she wiped away her tears, and said forcefully, "Mr. Riddle longs to touch the real world, I can help!" ”

"I suppose — it's not a big deal to lend your body to Mr. Riddle once in a while, right?"

The cute little girl said seriously.

At one point, Sellers felt like he really deserved it...... Still, he wanted to live.

"Thank you, Ginny."