Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Ginny walked quietly inside the dark castle. It was almost twelve o'clock now, and there was no firelight in the corridor. ஜ۩۞۩ஜஜ۩۞۩ஜThe wind blowing from all directions howled in the darkness, and the tall trees outside the castle swayed their branches in the wind, like twisted bird-shaped man-eating monsters.

All this frightened Ginny.

She was suspicious, the wind was trembling, and every little noise made her tremble.

Now Ginny regrets putting away the diary. Maybe a three-headed monster that eats people without blinking will emerge from the next corner? Ron told her that a friend of theirs put a three-headed dog as big as a house in the castle last semester.

But even with the diary, Mr. Riddle couldn't help her.

"Mr. Riddle..."

She could only hold the diary tightly in her arms, trying to draw a little bit of courage from it, as if she was not alone, but had someone to accompany her.

Maybe this diary really had such magic power, Ginny gradually felt at ease, and she discovered that this huge castle only seemed scary, but in fact it was extremely spacious, and very simple and gorgeous. It was much more interesting than her crowded little home.

She has now fully realized the joy of night walks in this castle. She can do whatever she wants, without caring about the school rules. She can run as much as she wants in the corridors, even if she picks up the wand and sends out sparks unbridled. At most, you might be warned by a portrait on the wall or a passing ghost.

Just like now, Ginny meets the ghost of Gryffindor——

"It's not good for a little girl to wander around the castle alone at night. Oh, Gryffindor, obviously! Let me think about it, Ginny Weasley, right? The Weasley family's hair is really easy to recognize. But You actually went out at night on the first day of school, you are better than your two brothers!" Sir Nicholas said happily.

"Hey, Nearly Headless Nick." Of course Ginny knew Nick, because this year he also performed his "split action" at the Gryffindor table like every other year. Unfortunately, there was still a gap between his head and neck. A little bit of skin and flesh is still connected.

"It's so disrespectful that you don't even want to call me Sir!" Sir Nicholas said pretending to be angry.

Speaking of almost being headless, this was indeed a pity. According to him, he was not happy about the ax chopping on his neck dozens of times.

"Yes Sir Nicholas." Ginny immediately changed her words.

"Good boy! I wish you a pleasant night out. Also, don't go to the fifth floor. Peeves is there, and don't use your wand to lure Filch over." Sir Nicholas, who was in a good mood, gave a few reminders. Walking through the wall with a head hanging from his neck.

So Ginny put away her wand and continued walking in the dark. Not long after, she reached the edge of the corridor on the fourth floor and found a wooden door.

"That's it! Locked? This can't stop me - Alajo opens the door." She pulled out her wand, and the lock on the wooden door opened with a sound, and the sun fell to the ground with a loud sound.

Ginny couldn't help but feel proud: "Fortunately, Mr. Riddle taught me all the spells in the first grade."

She happily opened the door and walked in. The room was dark—

"Flashes of light."

The tip of the wand immediately lit up, lighting up the room.

But to Ginny's disappointment, the room was boring and empty. There is no scary three-headed dog that falls asleep when it hears singing, nor is there a trap door to the ground.

"This is nothing." She laid the diary flat on the ground, held up the glowing wand in one hand, and wrote in a messy way.

"Maybe Dumbledore restored all of these." Cyrus responded to her, "But there are still many interesting things in the castle. Do you know how many secret passages and secret rooms there are here? Or maybe you are hungry and want to eat something at night What, just go to the lower part of the auditorium where there is a fruit painting, scratch the pear in the painting and it will turn into a doorknob.”

"Forget it, I'm not too hungry. I've already eaten enough at the dinner." Ginny refused. She was a little disappointed that she didn't find anything related to Harry, but she quickly thought of something else.

"By the way, Mr. Riddle. You said before that you won a special contribution award? Can I go and see it?"

"Of course." Cyrus said immediately, "I'm glad you still remember this. The medal display room is on the fourth floor. It's just a few turns away from here."

So Ginny closed the diary again, extinguished the light of her wand, and walked out quietly.

A few minutes later, another dark figure appeared here.

"Come on Mrs. Norris - catch those kiddies who are violating school rules! I hear voices!" Filch's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like an evil wizard who had drunk too much potion. However, if this were the case, maybe he would be happier.

His legs and feet were not very good. He held an oil lamp in one hand and trotted over awkwardly.

"Ah, I found it, a lock! Careless guy!" He excitedly picked up the chain that fell on the ground. How much he wanted to tie the chain to the little wizards and let them hang on the roof. A few days!

"Hurry, it must be the two Weasley boys! Don't let them escape!" he urged. Mrs. Norris sniffed the remaining scent on the ground and followed Ginny's departure slowly.

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Ginny wandered around the Medal Room, which must have been under a Seamless Stretching Charm because the classroom was much larger than it looked from the outside.

Many medals were placed in rows, including Quidditch trophies, some other competitions, and some with the names of prefects and grade presidents... These were placed on a huge table. Behind glass.

In the dim light, Ginny saw Percy's name left on it.

At the same time, she naturally saw Tom Riddle's name.

In fact, this name appeared many times in the medal display room, and Ginny could fully imagine how outstanding the other party was. The Special Contribution Award is completely different from other awards. This medal is very large, highlighting its special status. It's just that it doesn't specify why Tom Riddle won the award.

Ginny was suddenly filled with curiosity. She couldn't help but want to know the answer immediately, so she opened the diary again - this was almost becoming her signature move.

However, this time the diary was interrupted before it was opened!

A hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed Ginny's wrist.

Ginny's eyes widened in horror!

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