Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

Even though Wright was able to find Dumbledore effortlessly every time, he could also chat and laugh with him. But for normal students, Dumbledore is a great being that is beyond their reach.

He is currently the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He has received the First Class Order of Merlin and the Order of Merlin. He is the president of the International Federation of Wizards and the chief magician of the Wizengamot. He has been nominated for the Minister of Magic many times and is recognized as the best contemporary wizard. The great wizard ended the reign of terror of two generations of super dark lords...

No matter which one of these is taken out, it is enough for others to brag about their achievements for a lifetime, and they are all placed on Dumbledore's head.

So before Dumbledore could say anything, Ginny spoke out her experience in the past two months without any reservation, just like pouring beans through a bamboo tube.

"Headmaster, this, this diary," Ginny put the diary on Dumbledore's desk and said with some sobs, "I have no idea what happened. I feel like I have lost my memory. For a while, I There were chicken feathers all over my robe, but I didn't know how they got there; I don't remember what I did today, but people said two cats were killed, and people wrote terrible things, and yet I Found a lot of paint on my clothes..."

"Miss Weasley!" Professor McGonagall couldn't help but said in surprise.

But Ginny continued to speak as if she didn't notice. Her voice became obviously choked and a little intermittent: "I have been writing in this diary for more than two months, and it has been writing continuously. Write to me, write a reply."

"Miss Weasley!" Professor McGonagall raised her voice, and Ginny finally noticed her words, "Did Mr. and Mrs. Weasley never teach you? Never trust anything that can think independently. , unless you see where it hides its mind! Something suspicious like this is obviously full of traces of black magic!"

"I don't know!" Ginny cried with some collapse, "I found it in a book my mother gave me! I thought someone just put it there and forgot about it..."

"Minerva, Miss Weasley should go to the school infirmary immediately." Dumbledore said without any doubt, "Today's incident was really too exciting for her."

"You should rest in bed, and maybe drink a large cup of steaming hot cocoa. I believe that will be of great benefit to you." Dumbledore winked at Ginny kindly, "Pomfrey Madam will definitely do so.”

Professor McGonagall didn't say anything nonsense and led Ginny out vigorously.

Once again, only Dumbledore, Wright, and an extra diary were left in the principal's office.

Dumbledore's focused eyes slid over the surface of the book inch by inch, not missing a link.

"It's amazing," Dumbledore said softly. "It seems that even in his school days, Tom was able to make such talented and terrifying magic items."

"Tom?" Wright asked pretending to be ignorant.

Then Dumbledore gave Light a brief introduction to the identity of the Dark Lord.

"Then what do you want to do with this diary, teacher?" Wright continued to ask after hearing the history of the Dark Lord's fortune, which he was already familiar with.

"I don't have a specific idea yet." Dumbledore poked the cover of the diary with the Elder Wand.

"Do you want to destroy it directly now?" Wright asked.

"Of course not." Dumbledore shook his head. He also wanted to use this diary to learn more about Tom!

"Then," Wright licked his slightly dry lips. He felt that the idea he just had was a genius to the extreme, "then let's continue writing in the diary."

"Ourselves?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"No, of course not." Wright shook his head.

While talking, Wright took out the 16-king chess box from the Mock bag, and took out all the eight pawn chess pieces at once: "Let my chess pieces write, I think they still have this ability Go write something.”

Dumbledore was keenly aware of another meaning in Wright's words.

"Wright, all eight of your chess pieces have a certain degree of self-awareness?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yeah, but that doesn't matter," Wright said.

He directly revived all eight chess pieces back to their normal size. Eight tall puppets wearing black metal armor instantly filled the principal's office. Although the actual effect may not be like that, judging from the naked eye, there is no room for other people in the principal's office at this time.

Wright first asked soldiers No. 1 to 8 to stand in a vertical column, and then turned his attention to Dumbledore: "Is it okay? Teacher?"

Dumbledore didn't say anything, just pushed the diary away with a smile.

"No. 1, come up!" Wright said excitedly.

Two red lights lit up between No. 1's black visor and helmet, and he stepped forward.

Wright opened the cover of the diary, revealing the blank paper inside: "Write on this."

Number 1 took the quill handed over by Wright, and then began to write English letters on the first page of the diary: abc...

The ink shimmered on the paper for a second, then disappeared without a trace, as if it had been sucked into the paper.

Dumbledore leaned slightly.

"Forget it, I said, you write." Wright held his forehead helplessly. Although the soldiers' intelligence has been greatly improved since their birth, they still need extremely accurate orders to be fully executed.

"First sentence, my name is, um..." Wright was instantly stuck. Naming has always been one of his insignificant shortcomings.

Wright thought for a while and directly used the name of a star: "Keanu Reeves."

The line of text flashed on the paper and was sucked in without leaving any trace. Then, new words began to appear.

"Hello, Keanu Reeves. My name is Tom Riddle, how did you find my diary?"

Damn it! These two words were all that remained in Lao Deng's heart. This diary was really Tom's own!

"A girl lost this diary," Wright said, Soldier No. 1 wrote, "and then I accidentally picked it up..."

"..."

"..."

Wright controlled Soldier No. 1 and the diary to write for a long time, and secretly instructed Soldier No. 1 to inject his own life energy reserves into the diary.

Don't you like to suck the life force out of others? Eight strong men for you to suck to your heart’s content!

At this time, Wright was extremely lucky that he used black evil iron to make soldiers, because this metal can continuously absorb the vitality from the surrounding animals and plants.

Finally, when the sky outside gradually became brighter, a vague figure floated up from the diary. But it seems that because all the vitality he draws comes from plants, his hair looks a little green.

"Hello, Keanu..." Before the figure could finish speaking, he noticed the environment he was in.

"Damn it! The principal's office!" As the former president of the Boys' Student Union, how could Tom not be familiar with the principal's office? Even though the decoration here has changed significantly from before, the principal's paintings on the wall are not fake at all.

"Holy shit! You actually said shit?" Wright, whose eyes were a little straight after staying up all night, couldn't help complaining.