The Druid Master of Hogwarts

"Snapped!"

Fish slammed the diary to the ground.

He hates writing the most, and this broken book actually "eats" his writing!

No wonder there is not a single word in this diary!

Feishu put his hands on his hips and stared at the diary that was thrown on the ground for a while, feeling that he was not relieved enough, and stepped on it to make up for it.

"Bad book! Bad book! Bad book!"

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After stepping on the diary and bouncing vigorously for a while, Fisher finally calmed down a little, then bent down and picked it up again.

Although he was angry that this diary had swallowed his own words, Feishu still liked the feature that it would not be broken even after so much tossing, so after venting, he still had to put this diary away.

Speaking of which...why did I just want to use this diary to store greeting cards?

According to Fish's own thoughts, this thing should be reserved for use as a shield and a cat scratching board. He never considered the option of writing on it, but just now he suddenly inexplicably wanted to write something on it. .

"Strange meow?"

Fish scratched his hair in confusion, then quickly forgot about it.

Anyway, it is not uncommon for Feixu to do it on a whim. Although this kind of writing on the diary is a bit inconsistent with Feixu's usual habits, it is not enough to make him care too much.

With this thought in mind, Fish was about to put the diary in his pocket, but with his dynamic vision far beyond ordinary people, he saw a small piece of bronze-colored text flashing by while flipping the diary.

"are you still there?"

"Meow?"

⊙ω⊙

Fish quickly opened the diary again, but the words just now disappeared.

"You were talking just now, meow?"

Gently poked the diary with his finger,

Fisher asked.

But after waiting for a long time, the other party did not respond.

Fischer shook his ears, tilted his head to think for a moment, then picked up a bottle of black ink from the side and poured a little on the diary.

The kitten is just simple, but not stupid. The text that just flashed away was obviously made of the same bronze ink as his own, so he guessed that most of the time he had to re-ink the diary before it could answer him again.

In order to prove his conjecture, Fish also poured a different color of ink on it.

Just like what he had written, the ink was quickly absorbed by the journal, and Fish poked its blank pages again.

"Are you talking meow?"

However, the diary was still blank.

Inexplicable meow...

Feishu scratched his hair again, although he could guess that he would have to write on it to communicate, but there were already a lot of words to write today, so he was too lazy to add more workload to himself.

Let's talk about writing later when you feel in the mood.

With this thought in mind, Fisher grabbed the diary and threw it back into his magic pocket.

He's still busy writing greeting cards!

What Fish didn't know was that when he just closed the notebook, another line of writing appeared on it—

"Hi, my name is Tom Riddle."

Unfortunately, until the writing disappeared, Voldemort in the diary did not get any response.

If it wasn't for Voldemort being just a remnant of his soul now, he would probably be spitting out a mouthful of old blood now.

As a Horcrux that has been placed for fifty years and its body is still half-dead, Tom Riddle's remnant can do very limited things, and most of the time he can only hide in the Horcrux and sleep.

Even if he had drawn some power from Ginny Weasley before, it was only a drop in the bucket. He couldn't sense the outside world, and he couldn't even figure out how much time had passed.

Although he made a plan for the basilisk to hand over the diary he was hiding in to Fish, Riddle wasn't really sure when it would be officially released from him.

However, he was not particularly worried, because of the particularity of the diary, Riddle had cast special spells on it, which would attract people who came into contact with the diary, making him want to study the secrets of the diary and write on it.

Although this influence is very subtle and weak, many things actually only need to start a little. Riddle has enough confidence to let them communicate with themselves constantly... just like Ginny Weiss once Lay is the same.

So Riddle wasn't worried that Fish would throw away the diary after "picking up" it...

Until Riddle, who was sleeping, suddenly felt a violent impact, and the power he finally grabbed from Ginny was instantly scattered.

At the time, Riddle was terrified, and he thought that Fish had given the diary to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore was trying to destroy himself, so this happened.

But Voldemort's body can't take Dumbledore, and as a weak Horcrux, he has no ability to resist.

Just when Riddle was worried, suddenly nothing happened, so that Riddle, who was hiding in the Horcrux, was completely confused about the situation.

It's just that no matter how curious Riddle is, he can't perceive the external situation.

If it was before, he might have been able to forcibly probe for ten seconds, but after the power was dissipated, Riddle had nothing to do.

In order to preserve the little power left, and not wanting to be driven mad by boredom, Riddle fell into a deep sleep again with an uneasy mood...

It wasn't until Fish wrote a Christmas message in his diary just now that he was woken up again.

So in the blink of an eye, nearly two months have passed?

Riddle was in disbelief when he noticed what Fish had written in his diary.

What is the reason for that kid named Feishu to hang himself for so long!

Riddle didn't believe that the kid who could roam around at will regardless of school rules would go to the basilisk after a month or two.

But these questions are not important, the important thing is that he must talk to Feishu as soon as possible, and slowly guide Feishu to open his heart to himself, and then he can absorb the power of this gifted kid.

So he quickly used the ink he had just absorbed to write in his diary—

"Hi, my name is Tom Riddle. Were you writing a Christmas card just now?"

As a result, when the line of words disappeared automatically, Riddle did not get any response.

Because of the characteristics of the Horcrux, even Voldemort couldn't keep writing on it for a long time. He was able to use words to communicate with the outside world in a weak state, thanks to the diary as a carrier.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just a memory, not a bad person."

Riddle was worried that Fish would directly hand over the diary to Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall, and quickly showed another paragraph of text to comfort him.

But……

Still nothing happens.

This time, Riddle became a little anxious. He didn't know what was going on in the outside world, but it was obvious that Fish was not affected by the spell on the diary as he predicted, and had the desire to write on it.

"Hello?"

"As long as you write in the diary, you can communicate with me."

"I'm really not a bad person."

Riddle tried to communicate with Fish again, but unfortunately there was no news.

"are you still there?"

With little left of the previously absorbed ink, Riddle made a final attempt.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, there was still no response, and he could only fall into a deep sleep again.

I don't know how long it took, but the diary suddenly absorbed a small cloud of black ink, which woke Riddle from his sleep.

Although Riddle, who was sleeping, couldn't feel the passage of time, he was able to have a general idea based on his own situation.

The time between waking up this time and the last time is very short, not even more than three days.

Riddle's heart was very certain, because the bronze ink he had absorbed before was still "fresh".

But he didn't know whether the new black ink was Fish studying the secrets of the diary, or whether he accidentally touched and spilled it on the diary.

In addition, no matter what he said before, he could not get feedback, and Riddle hesitated for a while.

However, after thinking for a moment, he still showed a line of words in new ink——

"Hi, my name is Tom Riddle."

Of course, he still didn't get any response.

This made Riddle very depressed. If he just kept sleeping, it wouldn't make him as irritable as he is now. This kind of situation that wakes him up every now and then and then doesn't give any response is the most annoying.

It's a pity that no matter how annoyed Riddle was, he couldn't grasp the external situation. After getting no response, he could only continue to be full of melancholy and fall into a deep sleep again.

And Feixu, who didn't know all of this, was writing hard at this time. After copying the four hundred greeting cards with a copying spell, he still had to fill in the names one by one...

Suddenly I don't like Christmas so much.

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