Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Meet Mr. Riddle?

Ginny froze. ☟♦

A voice in her subconscious told her: Never do this, trusting a magic item is stupid and dangerous!

But her curiosity was piqued like a cat's.

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

I have never really understood Mr. Riddle, but now, there is such an opportunity before me——

"But, what to do?" Ginny's inner desire overwhelmed all her vigilance. Of course, this was also related to the fact that Cyrus had made this little girl trust him very much before. Little did she think that "Mr. Riddle" could possibly harm her.

Seeing that Ginny agreed, Cyrus was very happy.

If Voldemort himself has anything worthy of praise besides his magical talent, I am afraid that the only one he has designated by Rowling is the most handsome skin in the entire book. Before Tom Riddle transformed himself with black magic, he used it to deceive many women. To this day, the spirit of one of Hogwarts' victims still floats in Ravenclaw's tower!

He is obviously the most intelligent descendant of Ravenclaw among the Big Four, but turns out to be a stupid love brain.

"You just need to bury your face in the book, and I will bring you into my memory."

The diary seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and the pages flipped through, stopping at a certain page.

Ginny gaped at the pages of the diary, which seemed to transform into a miniature television screen. Her hands were trembling slightly, and she raised the book and put her eyes on the small window. Before she could react, her body fell forward; the window was getting bigger, and Ginny felt that her body was leaving. The chair fell headfirst into the gap in the page, into a swirling swirl of colors, light and shadow.

This is a gray space, and the silver mist flowing around it is like flowing morning mist, which looks both light and heavy.

She looked around nervously, looking for anyone who might be "Mr. Riddle".

Cyrus was not playing hide-and-seek with her. He was standing not far away, holding the phantom of a wand that belonged to no one in his hand, tilting his head and looking at her with a chuckle.

"Mr. Riddle?"

Ginny called to him tentatively.

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

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

"Are you really Mr. Riddle?"

"To be precise, this is just his memory." Cyrus said cleverly, trying his best to make sure that what he said was not a lie, but it was no different from a lie. "I guess you must be very surprised now. I'm afraid you will never You never thought I was a Slytherin student, right?"

He pointed to the robe he was wearing.

"I really never thought about it, Mr. Riddle, you always encourage me to violate school rules." Ginny muttered. It seemed that she didn't think much of Slytherin.

From the moment she came in, she never took her eyes off Cyrus's face.

"What's wrong?"

"I think you look a bit like Harry, Mr. Riddle," Ginny said hesitantly, then quickly added, "Of course, just a little bit."

"This kind of coincidence is not impossible." Sellers said with a smile. Of course he knew why. In fact, the blood relationship between Riddle and Harry can be traced back to the time of the three Death brothers.

"Compared to this, Ginny, you are cuter than I thought." Cyrus said without hesitation.

Ginny was immediately speechless with embarrassment and quickly looked away.

It was not easy for Cyrus to deal with an eleven-year-old girl.

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

There is nothing here, it is pitch black, like an empty and bleak dark forest in winter. The silver mist was so cold that it was suffocating just to look at it. She couldn't imagine how a person could spend fifty years here. If it were her, she probably wouldn't be able to stay for even a day.

Poor Mr. Riddle...

He just wanted to see the real world, what was wrong with him?

He even took the time to help me with my homework!

Ginny wanted to hug Mr. Riddle now, but when she stretched out her hand towards Cyrus, the young hand passed through Cyrus's body.

"Useless Ginny, I'm just a memory." Cyrus said. "I can only see and hear. But I can't touch or touch--after I controlled you despicably. That day, I felt really alive! The blue sky, wind, and warm sun shone on my body. It was incredible to be alive, what do you think? Of course, I didn’t forget to go to the cafeteria and have a delicious meal.”

The look of growing satisfaction on his face made Ginny even more uncomfortable and she almost cried.

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

This voice scared Ginny away, making her tremble for a moment. Then, Cyrus said softly: "It's time for you to go back -"

"But……"

"Let's go quickly. It's not a good thing to stay for a long time with a dead thing like me, not even a revenant. After you go back, destroy the diary. If your magic power is not enough, then hand it over To the others. It's time for us to say goodbye. It was nice to meet you, Ginny." Cyrus said goodbye in a fake way, and his figure slowly became transparent and illusory, disappearing into the silver memory.

"No -" Ginny bit her lip, tears forming in a straight line, her head shaking wildly.

"Be obedient, Ginny. Perhaps destruction is the final destination of a memory like mine."

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

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

"This is different!"

"But……"

"Does Mr. Riddle intend to hurt me? Do you intend to kill me?" Ginny asked quickly.

"Of course not," Cyrus denied vehemently.

This is quite true.

"In that case, why should I kill Mr. Riddle?" Ginny had made up her mind and became extra brave at this time. She wiped away her tears and said forcefully: "Mr. Riddle is eager to contact the real world. I can help!"

"I suppose it wouldn't be a big deal to lend your body to Mr. Riddle once in a while, right?"

The cute little girl said seriously.

At one point, Cyrus felt like he really deserved to die...but he still wanted to live.

"Thank you, Ginny."

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