The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

The old man was very angry.

"I heard that Ravenclaw's diadem can bring wisdom to people. I don't know if it's true or not."

Argus looked at the diadem up and down, without any desire to wear it.

The more powerful the magic, the higher the cost of using it.

If it really can bring wisdom to people, Dumbledore would have found a way to get it long ago, so how could it fall into Voldemort's hands?

It was also contaminated into a Horcrux!

"Having won the crown, half of the mission in Hogwarts this year has been completed."

"Next, I have to help Ginny make a big fuss and make it known to everyone!"

"Students who have been petrified have appeared repeatedly in Hogwarts, but the professors and the headmaster are helpless."

"If Fudge and the board of directors can seize the opportunity, they may be able to intervene in Hogwarts."

Argus thought as he walked towards the Slytherin common room.

"It's a pity that the effect of the petrification spell is completely different from the petrification of the basilisk, otherwise, I don't need Ginny, I can do it myself."

Using the Disillusionment Spell all the way back to the dormitory, Argus lay on the bed and fell asleep.

The next day.

In the potions class.

Because Harry's Parseltongue was exposed, almost everyone regarded him as the heir of Slytherin.

Argus, who was once the most suspected, was no longer tabooed by anyone.

At least no one would deliberately avoid him anymore.

But Argus didn't expect that Harry's situation in Gryffindor would be so bad.

No one even called him to class!

The result of Harry and Ron being ostracized by Gryffindor was... being late.

It would be fine if it was any other class, but it was Snape's Potions class.

Looking at the uneasy Harry and Ron, and then at the expressionless Snape.

For some reason, Argus always felt that there was a hint of gloating in Snape's eyes.

"Mr. Potter, if I remember correctly, this class should have started five minutes ago."

"I... I just..."

"Just what? I just went to see your snake friend?"

Snape's sarcasm drew a glare from Harry.

"Now, stand at the back of the classroom!"

"Gryffindor will deduct ten points, remember, ten points per person!"

After Snape finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the other little wizards.

"If your heads weren't filled with sedge, you should know..."

"Right now...turn to page 97!"

The sound of flipping pages rang out, and with Snape's venomous tongue, the class ended.

After class, Argus saw Ginny again on the way to the Transfiguration class.

After not seeing her for a while, her face was obviously much paler.

It was not weakness caused by fatigue, but a kind of morbidity without any blood color.

The originally passionate red long hair also became dry.

It looked a little messy.

"It seems that Ginny has used Voldemort's diary a lot."

"Otherwise, she wouldn't have become so haggard."

"Unfortunately, this is not enough, it's time to add fuel to the fire!"

Argus deliberately walked to the front and bumped into Ginny unintentionally.

"Sorry!"

Ginny noticed her abnormality during this period and often lost consciousness.

This was not the first time she bumped into someone, so she apologized subconsciously.

"It's okay, I didn't notice."

Hearing this familiar voice, Ginny looked up in surprise.

She met Argus's gentle smile.

"G...Mr. Grindelwald!"

"Just call me Argus, like I've never called you Miss Weasley, right?"

"A... Argus." Ginny called out tentatively.

The little face flushed instantly, and she looked much more normal.

"Don't be nervous, although Slytherin and Gryffindor have some conflicts, they won't take their anger out on you."

The sun shone through the window on Argus's face.

The blue pupils were faintly fluorescent.

Ginny couldn't help but stare at him in a daze, her eyes full of admiration.

"What are you doing!"

A roar not far away instantly brought her back to reality!

Ron ran over at full speed and pulled Ginny behind him.

"Don't touch my sister, you evil Slytherin!"

"That's not the case, you misunderstood!" Ginny hurriedly grabbed Ron's arm, fearing that he would do something impulsive.

"I just bumped into Agger... Mr. Grindelwald!"

"There's nothing to say to a man like him! Go!"

Seeing that more and more people were gathering around, Ron pulled Ginny's arm and walked to the other side of the passage.

Argus did not react, and still kept a polite smile on his face.

He watched Ginny leave.

His goal has been achieved.

The girl admired the object of her secret love, but could not get the recognition of her relatives.

She was even at odds with her own brother.

This entanglement and embarrassment had nowhere to be told, and could only be expressed in Voldemort's diary.

I believe Voldemort will make good use of the opportunity I created for him...

...

In the evening.

When there was no one in the dormitory.

Ginny quietly opened a crack in the door and looked around carefully.

After confirming that no one would come in, she quietly reached to the bottom of her suitcase.

Took out a diary wrapped in black.

Opened the page, and there was a lot of dense writing inside.

"Tom, I don't know what to do."

Ginny took out a feather pen and just wrote a sentence.

A strange scene occurred.

Without any signs, a sentence slowly emerged on the notebook.

"Is it because of Mr. Grindelwald?"

"Not only him, but also my brother. They almost quarreled because of me today..."

...

At the same time.

Harry, who was excluded by Gryffindor, came to the attic alone.

At least Ron was with him before, so even if he was mocked, he had a friend to accompany him.

But for some reason this afternoon, Ron seemed to be like a gunpowder.

Not only was he dissatisfied with him everywhere, but he even chose to stay away from him in order not to be excluded by others.

This made Harry, who already needed to talk, even more uncomfortable.

He wanted to go over and clarify with others, but the people in Gryffindor were unwilling to get close to him, let alone listen to his explanation.

Just now he tried to find Principal Dumbledore to get some help from him.

But without the password from the principal's office, he couldn't even get in the door!

After staying on the attic for a long time, seeing that curfew was approaching, Harry dragged his heavy feet and slowly walked towards the lounge he least wanted to return to.

When he reached the stairs, the voice that had haunted his dreams countless times rang in his ears again.

"Kill... Kill!"

"It's time to kill!"

He was about to chase the voice, but suddenly remembered what happened to Mrs. Norris last time.

He gritted his teeth and ignored it.

He was still preparing to return to the Gryffindor common room along the same route.

After just a few steps, a ghost floating in the air, motionless, caught his attention.

He turned his head and looked in that direction tentatively.

Just below the ghost, a petrified little wizard suddenly appeared in front of him.

Now, Harry couldn't bear it anymore and rushed up to check.

"It's Justin!"

He reached out his hand to the petrified Justin, trying to judge his situation.

The next second, a hoarse voice appeared behind him.

"I caught you on the spot!"

"What excuse do you have this time! Potter!"