The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

"It seems... you kept it very well and hid it very secretly," DeWitt said slowly, just to make Lucius Malfoy feel uneasy: "So Voldemort is in your heart.

Is your status still very high?"

"Where..." Lucius Malfoy sneered, with patches of sweat streaming down his forehead.

"Give it to me," DeWitt stretched out his hand and put it in the air, not forgetting to mock: "Remember to open it and take a look - I am very afraid that there is some curse on it."

Mr. Malfoy opened the notebook without saying a word, turned it from the first page to the last page, and then closed it. You can see that there are no words in the book, and there are no grid lines - except for the first page and the last page.

On the last page, there is also a date printed in a fixed position - it seems that this is a diary.

Putting the notebook respectfully into DeWitt's hands, Lucius Malfoy took a step back and observed the subsequent changes with inexplicable eyes. He really had nothing to hide, because he had nothing to do with this magical item.

Understand.

Opening the first page, DeWitt asked seemingly casually: "If I didn't have an impact on you, what would you do with this thing?"

There were "t" and "m" written on the white paper, with a blurry letter in the middle, followed by "Riddle", a surname. This surname reminded him of Alice, whose surname was related to this surname.

They are very similar and can be considered to have the same pronunciation. The name behind the book cover is meaningless because the address in front of the name is that of a newsstand.

"If the mysterious man is still alive, I will keep it well..." Lucius Malfoy hesitated, but he could not refuse, and had to express his truest thoughts: "But now - some people in the Ministry of Magic are watching

I...I plan to find a suitable time to sell it..."

"Voldemort gave this to you?"

"Yes."

"With your own hands?"

"Yes."

DeWitt's eyes returned to the diary. When he looked at the blurred writing between "t" and "m", he felt that there was a high possibility that it was an "o" - Tom Riddle... Ha! This is it

Voldemort's real name?

"Do you know Voldemort's name?" DeWitt asked again.

"Perhaps someone knows," Lucius Malfoy said with more and more sweat on his face. Every time he heard about Voldemort, his heart trembled and all the sweat was pumped out, but he did not dare to suggest it. Now

He didn't even dare to call the Dark Lord anymore. He only dared to answer honestly: "But everyone who tried to pry into the mysterious man's past was killed by him, even his men. Except... Dumbledore."

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"But Dumbledore obviously won't tell me these secrets." Mr. Malfoy quickly added.

Weighing the diary in his hand, DeWitt nodded noncommittally, and then turned on his spiritual vision - he didn't think Voldemort would do such unnecessary things. This was a blank diary with a name written on it... If it were necessary

Throw it away, why should you leave your own mark? This is unreasonable. There must be some secret on it and it is protected. DeWitt wants to take a look, but conventional magic will definitely not be useful - otherwise Voldemort's magic level

I'm sorry for being feared by others.

Sure enough, from the perspective of spiritual vision, the diary is filled with a smoky blue light - this is the light of the secret source, which means two possibilities, either this is an incredible treasure - but this is

Impossible. An artificially made diary cannot be something strange. There is only the second possibility - this diary has a soul.

After being caught, DeWitt associated Voldemort's incomplete soul and came to the conclusion that Voldemort had split his soul - although he couldn't understand the meaning of this. Humans are not earthworms and they are not planarians. Excessive damage is damage, even if

Even the soul can never heal.

The difficulty now is how to deal with it.

DeWitt looked at the diary and put a little pressure on his hands. He thought about it, weighing the pros and cons - what kind of magic is it to split the soul? This magic must have some benefits. It must be very magical and very secret, and the effect is so good.

It can make Voldemort ignore the disadvantages of splitting the soul without looking back, so the Dark Lord can't see the disadvantages of splitting the soul, right?

In the face of this kind of magic, DeWitt's purpose has always been to not use it, but not to use it. But there are also disadvantages besides splitting the soul - the disadvantage is that he doesn't know where it is.

There must be a trap, DeWitt is so convinced, but learning magic does not happen overnight. He is still just a novice wizard, so it is not safe to carry it with him... Then he saw Mr. Malfoy and had an idea in his mind.<

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Throwing the diary into Lucius Malfoy's arms, DeWitt smiled kindly and said: "Lucius...we have known each other for a long time, right? I want to make a request, can you agree?"

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"You...please say it." Mr. Malfoy struggled to say these words and smiled with great reluctance.

"Then open the diary," DeWitt said, "and call Voldemort."

"Sir, I can't call the mysterious person's name," Mr. Malfoy explained in a panic: "Please let me go, I can't..."

DeWitt was not angry, he said: "Last chance, say, Voldemort. Say it to the open pages of the diary."

Mr. Malfoy's silence gave DeWitt the answer, making him think thoughtfully and understand Voldemort's status, and then said: "It seems that you are more afraid of the name of a half-dead person than I am - standing like this

The threat in front of you - is much greater."

"My respect for you is beyond words, my lord," Mr. Malfoy was horrified. He used all his wits to keep himself calm, fearing that DeWitt would give an order to die immediately: "It's just that I'm not as powerful as you.

I can't let the mysterious man know that I called his name..."

However, DeWitt just looked at him with a smile and said in a soft tone, "You will do it."

Only three seconds passed in the outside world, but Lucius Malfoy felt as if three years had passed. After he experienced a fierce ideological struggle like a world war, the idea of ​​​​living now won, and his throat was unbearable.

The heavy burden, affected by the ideological war, became hoarse and high-pitched, like a rooster whose throat was broken by crowing.

"Voldemort—" Lucius Malfoy shouted in fear and despair: "Voldemort!"

After only shouting twice, his chest was clogged with invisible negative emotions, causing him to need to breathe heavily, but it was no use. The diary showed no response. After a while, he recovered, as if he had been granted amnesty.

He sighed and shrank down like the frightened little girl in people's stereotype.

"It seems that Voldemort is useless," DeWitt began his next attempt. He demanded: "Next, let's learn two words - Tom, and Riddle, you can't say this like me, you have to put this

Two words put together, come on, little baby Lucius, let's get started."