The Death Knell

Looking at the cursive signature on the title page, Professor McGonagall seemed to have gone back in time, when Voldemort was still Tom Marvolo Riddle.

At that time, Dumbledore was just the Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts, McGonagall was his teaching assistant, and Tom was just an ordinary kid picked up from the orphanage.

Maybe not so common, because his middle name Marvolo comes from his maternal grandfather, Marvolo Gaunt, and Gaunt is a direct descendant of Slytherin. Unfortunately, Marvolo's daughter fell in love with a Muggle , that Muggle is Tom's father.

Tom himself is not the product of love, but the result of the love potion. He has never understood what love is, and he has inherited the domineering and arrogant character of Slytherin.

Looking back now, Professor McGonagall seemed to see Tom as a student. Since the first grade, he had despised anything that tied him to others and despised anything that made him appear ordinary.

Even then, he wanted to be different, to be alone, to be famous.

At that time, Dumbledore hoped to use more severe methods to train Tom to become a talented person. However, it was 1938 when Tom entered school, and the things Grindelwald had done always bothered Dumbledore, making him unable to focus on the cultivation of students.

In 1945, after Grindelwald was defeated and imprisoned, and everything calmed down, Dumbledore discovered that Tom, who had graduated from seventh grade, had established the fanatical extreme pure-blood force "Death Eaters" and put on that suit that seemed to A rag black robe that never changes.

After 1956, Tom began to call himself Voldemort and committed many major crimes. What followed was the rise of the second generation of the Dark Lord, the war between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix, until he was accidentally defeated by Harry Potter in 1981.

"Time flies really fast." Professor McGonagall sighed with emotion. She pushed up her glasses and said, "This diary does belong to Riddle. I can still recognize his handwriting."

McGonagall began teaching at Hogwarts in 1910. Before that, she worked at the Ministry of Magic for two years, during which she was away for some time due to a marriage. But she didn't like London, she liked it here even more.

Flitwick took over the book and read it. He also confirmed McGonagall's statement, but he was not as serious as her: "It is true that life flies by quickly. I still remember what happened when we were in school. During the Triwizard Tournament, You were my partner at the ball, but now? You only dance with Dumbledore."

"Don't mention those things in front of students!" McGonagall glared at Flitwick, but her face turned red: "Don't you feel ashamed to talk about things about the beginning of the century?"

"Then you want to dance with me at this year's Yule Ball." Flitwick took out his wand and cast a small spell on the diary. It emitted a black light, and the magic was ineffective: "I'm sure, it's a Horcrux."

As he said that, he planned to let Snape read the diary, but the Potions Professor just shook his head coldly. He retracted his hands in his loose robes and had no intention of taking over.

"I don't dance and I don't watch this stuff."

"Come on, show me." At this time, the physical education professor sitting on the other side of the round table stretched out his hand, with an expectant expression on his face: "My pen is ready. I have a lot of questions that I need to answer." The Slytherin prefect of my year has the answer for me."

"Then help me persuade Minerva." Professor Flitwick hid the diary behind his back and used it as a bargaining chip: "Professor Trelawney can't dance at all. She always steps on my feet. I must change this year." Dance partner, Dumbledore happens to be not here yet."

"Are you bored with your leisure time? Do you like dancing all the time when you get older? Why don't you let me teach you square dancing or Yangko dancing?"

Su Ming was helpless. Flitwick still disliked the youngest Divination professor among the female professors? He seemed to have a deep grudge against dancing.

Professor McGonagall snatched the diary from Flitwick's hand, threw it to Professor Wilson across the dining table, and hit Flitwick on the head:

"If the principal doesn't come back by then, I will dance with you. The prerequisite is that you don't cast a spell on your legs. Back then, you made your legs 1.5 meters long. Do you know how embarrassed I was at the dance? People say you came here on Muggle stilts."

McGonagall and Flitwick were students of the same grade and had always had a good relationship.

The Sorting Hat treated them very similar to each other at the beginning, and kept agonizing over them for more than five minutes, wondering whether they should go to Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.

As a result, there was one on each side. Flitwick would sometimes joke with McGonagall about this, saying that if the order of the two houses were reversed, maybe he would be the Head of Gryffindor now.

In fact, they were also close friends at the same level as Pomona Sprout, who is now the Head of House of Hufflepuff and the Professor of Herbology.

Regarding the interaction between the professors, Hermione didn't know what kind of expression she should show, or even whether she should pretend not to hear these words.

There was also a girl named Ginny who kept peeking at her, and Hermione began to have a premonition of being starstruck again.

She was still a little confused until the physical education professor got the diary and spread it out on the table in front of her.

"Activate Occlumency, I say, you write." Su Ming said.

"Why me?" Hermione said, but she still took the pen and waited for the next step.

The professor looked at Flitwick and then at Snape: "This is Voldemort's diary. It may be able to identify the age and gender of the user. It thinks that younger students are easier to deceive, so I let you do it."

"You can constantly emphasize false information while closing the brain, thinking that you are Miss Ginny Weasley, so that it can obtain false intelligence. This is also a more advanced application of Occlumency."

Snape remained expressionless, but he still gave Hermione some instructions.

"That person! That person who must not be named!"

Ginny was petrified, sitting next to Professor McGonagall, as if she didn't know where to put her hands, so she chose to start tearing at her own hair.

Professor McGonagall took her hand and patted her back to calm her down: "Don't be afraid, we are all here. But you have to thank Hermione and Luna, if they hadn't discovered that there was something wrong with your diary , we may not realize it, and it’s not too late now.”

"Actually, the relationship between Voldemort and Tom Riddle is easy to identify." Professor Flitwick blew out some smoke from his wand, and he wrote Tom's full name in the air, Tom Marvolo Riddle, and then the wand With a wave, these letters were scrambled and reordered to form a new line of text.

'I am Voldemort. ’

Ginny huddled in Professor McGonagall's arms, trembling with fear.

Hermione pursed her lips and shook her head while looking at the words floating in the air. It was obvious that the physical education professor had proposed this diary first, but she still put the credit on herself and Luna. She didn't know what she was thinking.

But it’s better to be obedient.

She took a deep breath, smiled awkwardly at Ginny's grateful look, and picked up the pen: "What to write?"

Su Ming narrowed his eyes and touched the beard on his chin:

"It is known that a black wizard likes to fly. He takes off from an altitude of zero on a broomstick and rises vertically into the sky at a speed of 100 meters per second. The target is the sun. But he has to stop every eight hours. It takes five minutes to eat something. You have to stop to pee every two hours, which also takes five minutes. So, may I ask...when will Nick Fury die?"

"...Are you serious?"

Hermione's eyes turned into dead fish shapes, and she almost dropped the pen in her hand.

"Just write."

Su Ming looked at the diary with a serious expression.

Hermione looked at Professor Flitwick helplessly. The physical education professor was going crazy again. Perhaps only the dean who had the best relationship with him could persuade him.

However, both Flitwick and Luna looked interested, as if they also wanted to know the answer.

Speechless, Hermione could only write the question in her diary. In order to imitate it, the physical education professor also borrowed Ginny's history of magic paper so that Hermione could use a magic quill to imitate Ginny's handwriting.

She wrote down the question, but there was no response from the diary. She was even worried that she had been discovered.

However, the diary has no eyes. Even if a professor opened it before, there was no writing on it. The soul in the Horcrux should be similar to a blind man, and writing is the only means of communication.

At this moment, the handwriting she wrote disappeared, and another string of dark handwriting reappeared from the paper:

"Who is Nick Fury?! Does he have frequent urination and incontinence?! Why are you looking forward to his death?!"

Hermione covered her head. She didn't know what was going on. She suddenly felt that the diary said what she wanted to complain about in her heart. Did Voldemort's soul in the Horcrux also feel her pain?

However, Professor Wilson, who was sitting next to him, sneered after seeing the answer, and launched a tactical recline on the back of the chair behind him:

"Voldemort, nothing more."