Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 158 Ginny's Diary

"Ginny, it's time for bed," Mrs. Weasley said outside Ginny's door.

"Okay, Mom, I'll go to bed after I finish my diary."

After Ginny finished speaking, she took out the old-fashioned diary from the bookshelf she had just tidied up.

"Don't be too late."

Mrs. Weasley's voice faded away, Ginny nodded and opened the diary.

Picked up the quill pen and dipped it in the ink, and wrote in the diary:
July 1992, 8, sunny

After writing such a beginning, she stopped writing—not because she didn't know what to write, but because she wanted to write so much that she didn't know where to start.

Resting her cheeks with her small hands, Ginny looked at the "Weird Sisters" poster on the wall in a daze, thinking about what to record in this notebook first...

Harry, or what I saw while shopping for the school book list, or whatever.

Her eyes drifted away, and she happened to land on the wand placed on the bracket on the right side of the desk. Ginny's eyes lit up, and she quickly wrote in the diary:
Lady Ginny Weasley's wand - 14.25", yew, unicorn tail hair.

After writing all this, she smiled, looked very happy, but suddenly became frowning again, and wrote below:
My wand is too long, and I read in a book that many wizards who use yew wands are notorious dark wizards, so I don't know why it chose me.

Ginny pouted aggrievedly, and dipped some ink with the quill, but when she put the quill on the diary, a magical scene happened:

All the words she wrote are disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Rubbing his eyes vigorously, he looked at the notebook again...

All content is gone.

"What's going on?" she said in surprise.

However, before she could take any more actions, a line of flowing text appeared:
A short wand usually chooses a wizard with a flawed personality, or a wizard who is too short, and a longer wand means a taller figure, which has no other influence.

Miss Weasley, you don't need to worry about your wand being too long, because it only means that you will have a tall figure in the future.

As for yew, it never chooses the mediocre or the timid, and you should be glad for that.

Ginny's eyes widened in surprise. She read this passage three times before seeing them disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is amazing...

Thinking of this, she involuntarily glanced at the door—she wanted to make sure that this was not a prank by her two brothers.

who are you?
Ginny wrote in her diary.

Jerry, you can call me that.

After the ink disappeared, Ginny thought for a while, and wrote down her doubts:
Are you a magic item?
Jerry: Yes, magic items unique to Hogwarts.

Ginny: Hogwarts?What's your relationship with Hogwarts?
The notebook did not answer with words, but after Ginny's words disappeared, a sketch illustration slowly appeared:
The Hogwarts castle is outlined, followed by the large green space in front, and the lake, and finally a small figure appears beside the lake, looking like he is reading a book on a deck chair.

Ginny: Is that you the one reading by the lake?
Jerry: Yes.

Ginny: Are you at Hogwarts?
Jerry: I'm in the book.

Ginny: How could you be in a book?
Jerry: This is a magic book belonging to Hogwarts, created by a naughty Hogwarts student.

Ginny thought it was more magical than the ghouls upstairs in her house, but she was still puzzled by the appearance of this diary.

Ginny: Why are you in my book?I thought the diary was a gift from Lihen Bookstore.

Jerry: No, every few years, I will choose a little wizard at random to help them grow. Of course, I usually choose the one with talent.

Ginny: Am I gifted?
Jerry: As I said, Yew never chooses mediocrity or cowardly people, you certainly have talent.

Ginny was so happy, she stood up excitedly and wanted to cheer.

But thinking that it was already late at night, she hurriedly stopped, only clenched her fist excitedly, and shook it three times by her ear.

Ginny: What can you teach me?
Jerry: What do you want to learn?
Ginny immediately looked to the other side of the "Weird Sisters" poster, where there was a poster of the same size - a picture of Gwenog Jones, captain of the women's Quidditch team Holyhead Harpies.

She loved Quidditch since she was a child, and since she was six years old, she broke into the broom shed of her brothers to play with their broomsticks when they were not looking, and was never found.

Ginny: I want to learn Quidditch.

Jerry: ...

Looking at the series of "..." left by Jerry, Ginny felt disappointed:
What can I say to help me grow, even if I don't know Quidditch, what else can I grow?
Ginny: You've let me down, Jerry.

Jerry: Ginny, I didn't say that you can't pass on your flying experience, it's just that we need to have a deeper trust.

Ginny: How to do it?
Jerry: I think you can open up to me more, but before that, you need to rest, Ginny, you are growing your body.

Ginny: I'm so excited I can't sleep.

Jerry: An excellent wizard needs to be able to control his emotions. Ginny, magic requires control.

Ginny: Well, I'll see if I can fall asleep, but can you really teach me how to use a broomstick?

Jerry: This is exactly the trust we lack, Ginny, go rest, I can teach you when you trust me enough, and don't tell anyone this, or I will have to choose another gifted child.

Ginny: Well, Jerry, I'm off to rest, and thank you for what you said about the wand, it made me so much happier.

Jerry: Unicorn Tails don't choose people with dark hearts, Ginny, you are a gifted, brave, and kind-hearted child.

Ginny: Thank you, Jerry.

Jerry: Good night, Ginny.

……

In the diary, by the lake in front of the castle.

Voldemort was on the recliner, slowly closing the notebook in his hand, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Sure enough, the younger the child, the purer the heart and the simpler the emotion."

In the process of communicating just now, Voldemort has been using his talent:
telepathy.

Through spiritual perception, he can effectively avoid topics that should not be discussed in the conversation, such as:

After he wrote "...", Ginny immediately felt a sense of indifference, and a sense of alienation was established in an instant.

Voldemort immediately changed his strategy, coaxed the little girl, and promised to teach her flying skills.

Yes, flying skills, not broomstick skills.

Neither Lin Zuo nor Remnant Soul had the skills to use the broomstick in their memory, but Remnant Soul had some flying skills.

"In any case, the initial communication went smoothly, but we still can't have too in-depth communication without feeling her complete trust."

As Voldemort said, as soon as he handed over the notebook in his hand, the notebook disappeared into the void.

And when he got up and stepped out, he disappeared from the lakeside without a trace.

(End of this chapter)