Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Tierra stopped in her tracks and stood there, looking at the diary in the stove with a cloudy expression.

Finally Tierra sighed, drew his wand and waved it.

The diary flew out of the stove and landed lightly on the coffee table.

Tierra slowly moved her hand closer to the diary.

A piece of ice cold.

This was Tierra's first impression after touching the diary.

Suddenly, a picture flashed in Tierra's mind——

A tall, skinny boy with dark hair, about fifteen or sixteen, crouched in a blank light.

Tierra only felt a sudden change in her spiritual existence, and a faint, almost imperceptible magic power flowed into the diary.

Fortunately, Tierra's control ability far exceeds that of ordinary children. Immediately cut off his magic power transmission.

But it was already too late, the scene that Tierra saw the moment before she withdrew her finger was that thin boy who opened his eyes.

The diary that was originally closed on the coffee table automatically turned to the first page without wind, and a line of text gradually emerged on it:

"Hello, my name is Tom Riddle, what's your name?"

Tierra had already retreated behind the sofa and raised her wand nervously when she saw the words appearing in the book.

But Tierra finally put down his wand slowly, because he knew that unless he was willing to lose another finger, his current magic would not be able to harm the diary at all.

He picked up the quill pen that someone left on the table, dipped some ink, and wrote in his diary:

"Hi Tom, my name is Tiera."

"Hello, Tierra, are you a little wizard from Hogwarts?" Another line appeared in the diary.

"Yes." Tiera wrote.

"What grade is this year?"

"First grade." Tierra replied seemingly honestly, while sneaking her fingers into the notebook.

[Great, it's a first-year kid. 】

"Welcome, welcome to the Hogwarts family."

Tierra's fingers brought him information completely different from the written words.

Tierra frowned slightly, and continued to write:

"Are you a Hogwarts student too?"

[What's going on with this brat? Why can't I read his mind at all? 】

"Yes, if you count, I am still your senior, studying at Hogwarts a few years earlier than you."

Tierra understood it, he knew that it was his mental wall at work.

Although this kind of spell developed by Merlin that can be used to resist the spiritual pollution of the outer gods is only the first layer, it is still possible to defend against a weak Horcrux.

After all, what is in front of him now is only Voldemort's soul fragment, not the full-blown Voldemort himself.

"Who gave you to me?" Tierra wrote.

"Our meeting is a gift of fate." Such words emerged in the diary.

At the same time, Tierra knew Voldemort's true thoughts through his fingers:

[Malfoy is really unreliable, so he handed over my Horcrux to a little wizard so casually, but it’s okay, I might be able to resurrect through him... Well, I must first gain his trust, no, this is not enough, I have to Take control of him, I want to make him my slave! 】

Well, Tierra thought, Voldemort is an old PUA.

He wondered if Bella Strange had just been driven mad by Voldemort.

"The gift of fate?" Tierra wrote again, and put a big question mark.

"I am the book of wisdom and the book of power. I can fulfill your wish."

"Whether you want to catch up with the girl you want, or you want to beat the classmate you hate, I can help you achieve it."

This was true, but at the same time Tierra felt an inexplicable force trying to penetrate his mental wall.

【Damn, why can't I absorb his magic power? 】

In order not to make Voldemort suspect, Tierra let go of her mental latitude a little bit, revealing a magical power that even a simple levitation spell could not support.

Voldemort, who had obtained the magic power, was satisfied, still looking thin and out of shape, but with that faint, evil smile on his face.

Thinking about how to drain Tierra's magic power in his mind.

Because Tierra only revealed magic power, but did not fully open up her spiritual dimension.

So Voldemort could only learn a small amount of information about Tierra.

In other words, he can only know the information that Tierra wants him to know.

All Voldemort knew was that Tierra was also an orphan, equally gifted, and equally ambitious.

But different from himself, Tierra did not have noble blood, and did not have the ability to seduce people. Instead, he was squeezed out by the little wizards of Gryffindor because of his timidity.

[Same as Peter, that mouse. ] Voldemort thought fiercely.

Tierra sent half-truths and half-false information to the diary, imitating the way she dealt with the Sorting Hat at the beginning of school.

It's just that compared to a few months ago, Tierra, who has made great progress in magic and spirit, did it effortlessly.

Suddenly, Tierra seemed to have a clear understanding of how to construct the virtual spiritual dimension of magic items.

"Do you know how to make magic items? Can you brew potions? Do you know how to curse my classmates for me? My classmates always discriminate against me and bully me. I want to show them some color." Yela raised her pen and asked several questions in succession.

[What a stupid Mudblood. ] Tierra heard Voldemort say this, 【But the more stupid the better, after I am resurrected, maybe I can turn you into a corpse. 】

But it was written in the notebook: "Of course, our meeting was a gift of fate. In my long and boring time, I finally met a cute little wizard. Your wish is my mission."

Tierra almost rolled her eyes, as expected, the second devil is the most hateful, and you yourself are still a bitch.

So this is convert fanaticism?

...

Meanwhile at the Christmas dinner, Harry's restless left-handed hopeful, then pokes Ron.

"Hey Ron, did you see Tierra?"

"No." Ron said vaguely while stuffing buttery potatoes into his mouth over and over again.

"Ron, I want to go find Tierra in the dormitory." Harry said with some concern, "When Tierra received that gift today, he acted weirdly, I'm afraid..."

"Hey, don't worry, he's Tierra," Ron interrupted, a little confused by Harry's concern, "he's Tierra, he can... Hey, look at Harry, Tierra Isn't this coming?"

Harry followed Ron's fingers towards the door, and saw Tierra walking in with a faint smile on his face.

Tierra looked a bit haggard, but for some reason, Harry felt that Tierra was more charming than before, giving off a feeling of spring breeze blowing on her face, and she couldn't help but want to get close.