Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 71 Hagrid the Dark Lord

The blazing white light reflected on Hardy's face and fell into his pupils.

However, after 3 minutes, nothing happens.

Riddle had to draw three big question marks in the diary.

The question mark disappeared, and he immediately wrote, "You, come in."

Hardy dipped in the ink and quickly swiped the quill, "Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, because Dumbledore reminded me."

"Never trust anything that can think for itself, unless you see where it hides its mind."

In the diary, Riddle was silent for a moment.

Then he continued to write, "Yes, this sentence is correct. Dumbledore used to be my professor of transformation, and my evaluation from him should be pretty good."

Hardy asked directly: "You can tell me directly, who is the heir to the secret room? Who released the monster inside?"

Riddle's handwriting quickly appeared, "Maybe you won't believe it, but I have to tell the truth, it's Rubeus Hagrid."

"Fifty years ago, he unleashed the monster in the Chamber of Secrets and accidentally killed an innocent witch."

Riddle's handwriting trembled slightly, "He was expelled from the school later, but he didn't squat in Azkaban... This time, maybe it's his revenge again."

Seeing this, Hardy sneered silently.

fraud!

liar!
Presumably 50 years ago, Tom Riddle used this tone to convince the school principal and professors at that time.

Hardy had to admit that the Slytherin in front of him had already mastered good demagogic skills in fifth grade.

"Do you want to put all the blame on Hagrid to protect yourself?" Hardy lay on the single sofa, his eyes flickering.

Hardy didn't write any more, and Riddle couldn't help urging, "For the safety of the school and the teachers and students, I suggest that you should report Hagrid and let him go to Azkaban as I did back then. "

With a silent sneer, Hardy quickly wrote, "It's too late."

"I don't understand what you mean." Riddle drew a question mark again.

Next, Hardy started his own deception. He wanted to weave a trap carefully for the existence in this diary——

In order to find out what was recorded on the third relief in the secret room.

Hardy was sure that, as the true heir of the Chamber of Secrets, it was Riddle who destroyed the third relief, unwilling to let others know its contents.

"Perhaps you don't know how powerful Rubeus Hagrid has become in the past 50 years. Even if I just write his real name, I feel horrified."

"perhaps--"

Hardy slowed down his writing, "I should call him the Third Dark Lord, as others do."

After writing this, Hardy is sure that Riddle in the diary has begun to lose consciousness.

Since Riddle wanted Rubeus Hagrid to take the blame for him, Hardy simply helped him again.

In his story, Rubeus Hagrid, would be the greatest Dark wizard of all time.

In the eyes of the public, Tom Riddle will become a clown living in the other's shadow, unknown.

This is Hardy's strategy.

It is not necessarily guaranteed to be absolutely effective, but it is worth a try.

Sure enough, there was no movement in the diary for a long time.

Hardy added again, "Sorry to scare you, talking about him makes my heart tremble."

"Unbelievable," Riddle wrote slowly. "It doesn't make sense, I mean, how did it happen?"

Seeing that Riddle had taken the bait, Hardy quickly added, "It's a long story, but I can only say that the second-generation Dark Lord, that mysterious man, is..."

After a pause, Hardy continued to write, "Voldemort, as a fanatical believer and follower of Hagrid, he also made some achievements, under Hagrid's guidance."

A series of question marks immediately popped up in Riddle's diary, "Voldemort? Hagrid's fanatical believer and follower? Heh, heh."

"Yes, this was admitted by Hagrid himself, and the entire British magical community firmly believes in it."

Before Riddle could react, Hardy's handwriting quickly became messy, "Someone is here, we'll talk about it later."

"Wait…"

Before Riddle finished writing, Hardy closed the diary forcefully with a bang.

Then, he locked it in the depths of his suitcase, where it was an absolutely safe place that could block all perception and detection from the outside world.

"Let him hang out for a while." Hardy was in a happy mood. "Waiting will make him suffer, and it will also make him lose his calm judgment."

Getting up from the sofa, Hardy put on his wizard robes, "Hagrid, you can only temporarily sacrifice your reputation."

He blinked, "Voldemort is a fanatical believer and follower of Hagrid? My God, how did I come up with that..."

Temporarily throwing aside Riddle's diary, which had a shock in his cognition, Hardy walked out of the lounge, stepped on half a foot of snow, and went to the Three Broomsticks bar again.

For his loss of taste, Hardy had to prepare for the worst in advance.

The Three Broomsticks Bar during the holidays was even more lively. The moment the door was pushed open, the mocking voices almost rushed people away.

Ms. Rosmerta erected a huge Christmas tree in the center of the bar, covered with layers of silver frost, and the fluffy red socks are particularly eye-catching.

"Oh, where are the eyes of you bad guys?" In the middle of a group of bearded women, Ms. Rosmerta was chatting cheerfully with her arms crossed.

Under the booing of everyone, she even jumped onto the small table, lifted the hem of her skirt, and performed a short piece of ballet that she had just learned.

Loud whistles and applause almost shattered the glass of the entire bar.

Hardy found the Greek businessman in the corner, Oxyzogrui, with ease.

Hardy felt his tongue curl every time he said the other person's name, but he knew that this was not the worst.

At least, he doesn't need to read the other person's full name——

Baglo Diego Jose San Diego Francisco de Paula Juan…

…Nipomoceno Crispignano de los Remedios Ciporiano de la Sandissima Trinidad…

…Maria Parisio Crito Rez Blasco Okshizogrui.

This is definitely the longest name that Hardy has known so far, and it may be able to apply for the Guinness World Record in the Muggle world.

But the other party was obviously not interested.

As a mercenary businessman, Okshizogrui can even change his name to Elizabeth as long as the price is right.

But so far, no one is willing to waste Galleons on this kind of thing.

And most of the time, Okshizogrui, a black market businessman from Greece, doesn't use Jin Gallon as a bargaining chip.

According to legend, in order to obtain a rare two-headed elf as a servant in the hands of Oxyzogrui, someone brought the hooves of five three-legged unicorns according to the request of the other party.

There are also some other weird trading items that have never been heard of or seen before.

This time, Hardy didn't talk too much with the other party. After confirming his identity, he got a roll of black animal skin paper from Okshizogrui.

Then he left the Three Broomsticks bar without saying a word.

As the most special of Oxyzogrui's countless customers, Hardy has the privilege of paying on credit.

In the words of the other party, "This is the most cost-effective deal in history, and it is a necessary investment for the future international alchemist."

But this time, what Hardy got from the other party was a genuine black magic item.

Yes, sometimes, in order to achieve a very special purpose, Hardy doesn't mind using some methods of dark wizards.

In Hardy's previous travels, he was clearly aware of this.

　Thanks to book friend Fat Pig and book friend Gu Huan for their rewards!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)