Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 192 Tom Marvolo Riddle
"But it is impossible for me to have Slytherin blood." Hera shook her head, "My surname is Lestrange."

"Strange thing, this is really a strange thing." Riddle continued to stare at Hera, playing with his wand carelessly.

"The basilisk." Professor McGonagall said suddenly, she still hadn't forgotten the basilisk, and even though the boy in front of her looked like the one who opened the secret room, she still couldn't relax her vigilance.

"Don't worry, it won't come back unless it is summoned." Riddle said indifferently, without glancing at Professor McGonagall, but still staring at Hera.

"You look a lot like a person." Riddle spoke slowly. "I thought it would be Harry Potter who came here. After all, he almost discovered my true face, so he hid me deeply in the deepest part of the box."

"Harry!?" Snape exclaimed strangely.

There was a smile on Riddle's face, and his eyes turned to Snape rarely, "Yes, that's 'The Boy Who Lived' Harry Potter. He's such a good boy."

Riddle's words don't usually sound strange, but they are particularly harsh in the secret room.

It can even be said to be a little strange.

"Why did Percy become like this?" Professor McGonagall obviously hasn't forgotten Percy behind him.

"That's an interesting question." Riddle said happily, and his eyes finally fell on Professor McGonagall—Percy behind him. "It's a long story. As far as I can see, the real reason Percy Weasley became what he is is that he opened his heart and told all his secrets to an invisible stranger."

"Huh?" Professor Flitwick looked at Riddle suspiciously, the wand in his hand was ready to cast a spell, but was stopped by Professor McGonagall.

Without knowing the situation, it was obviously not suitable to stun Riddle immediately.

"Wait, Riddle? Tom Riddle?" Hera suddenly remembered something, his face changed drastically, and he exclaimed.

Professor McGonagall and others looked at Hera in surprise, not knowing why Hera's expression became so weird.

"Oh, yes." Riddle had a strange expression on his face, as if he hated the name very much.

"The Dark Lord!" Hera yelled. "He's Voldemort!" He drew his own wand from his pocket, drew three shiny names in the air a few times, Tom Marvolo Riddle, and with a flick of his wand, the letters automatically switched places and became: I am Voldemort.

The faces of the professors changed drastically, and they no longer kept their hands, and the spell shot directly from the tip of the wand.

Riddle's reaction was surprising, he just stood there without any fluctuations, he didn't even move, the corner of his mouth smiled.

Beams of spells pierced his body
uh no.

It passed directly through his body and hit the stone pillar behind him, making a loud noise.

"What kind of magic is this?" Professor Flitwick stopped and looked at Riddle in disbelief.

Snape shook his head, did not speak, his face was very pale, and the hand holding the wand trembled slightly - this was a situation that had never happened before.

"As I said, I am just a memory." Riddle said leisurely, "I don't know who Voldemort you are talking about. Maybe he is my future, but he is definitely not the present me."

Riddle's voice was not loud, but everyone could hear him clearly.

"Then, can you tell us how to save Percy Weasley?" Professor McGonagall leaned over and put the back of his hand on Percy's forehead. There was no warmth on his forehead, and his condition was obviously extremely bad.

"Diary." Riddle said, he didn't answer Professor McGonagall's words, as if it had really become a fragment of memory at this moment, "my diary. For several months, Percy has been writing his thoughts in it, telling me his distressing troubles and sorrows-how he coped with a bad family and his twin brothers who refused to give birth, how he was ignored by Penelope Clearwater, and he thought-"Riddle's eyes flashed slyly,"-that the good and powerful Professor Hera would never Give him the girl he loves"

When Riddle spoke, his gaze never left Hera's face.There was something almost greedy in his eyes.

"It's boring, listening to a 16-year-old boy talk about his childish troubles," he continued. "He is far less interesting than that Lockhart guy. That guy has given me quite a lot of physical strength. Although I haven't made me into a physical body, it has given me the ability to partly leave the diary. It's just a pity that he is not stupid, and he quickly threw me away."

"Did you do what Lockhart did?" Hera recalled the situation that day, and her mood couldn't get any worse. Witnessing a person jumping down from the stairs with her own eyes was such a terrible feeling.
"No no no, that was his choice, he felt he had made a big mistake, and luckily Percy picked me up," Riddle denied, "I just had to be patient and write something to answer him. I was kind and understanding. Percy was almost in love with me. Oh, Tom, no one understands me like you do. Parents and brothers never follow the rules. I'm so glad I got this diary to tell you something. It's like having a kindred spirit in your pocket A friend to carry with you."

Riddle let out a cold, piercing laugh that didn't sound like a sixteen-year-old's.It made the hairs on the back of everyone's necks stand up, and no one doubted that he was a memory - which he clearly wasn't.

"It's not me bragging, professors, I've always been able to confuse people as I like." Riddle seemed to have decided that the professors couldn't do anything about him, so he began to flaunt, "So, Percy opened his whole soul to me, and his soul happened to be what I needed. This is something that idiot Lockhart dared not do. I devoured his most secret fears, deepest secrets, and my appetite grew. I gradually became stronger, much stronger than Percy. Powerful Enough to reveal a few of my secrets to Mr. Weasley, to start opening a little part of my soul to him as well."

"What are you talking about?" Professor McGonagall asked. She was so angry that her eyes were about to burst into flames. She couldn't believe that the male prefect she had always been optimistic about trusted a diary of unknown origin so credulously.

"All I'm saying is," Riddle said softly, "is that it was Percy Weasley who opened the Chamber of Secrets, that he strangled the school rooster, and it's a pity that Harry Potter isn't here, and he's complaining to me about it so inexplicably."

　It was too difficult today, I fell asleep sitting on a chair, feeling like my waist was about to break.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)