Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 268 Where is the diary

It is not difficult to falsify memory, but it is difficult to make it real.

Most wizards do not have this ability, and only a small number of wizards who specialize in forgetting spells have this method.

As far as Voldemort knew, the Amnesiac Command, within the Ministry of Magic, had a large number of employees who specialized in it.

But their target was Muggles, not wizards.

"Who would do such a thing to a wizard?"

Voldemort thought, and raised his wand again.

"Wait a minute."

Harold rested his head on one hand and gestured Voldemort with the other to pause.

"I know you want to delete the memory related to Dumbledore just now, I understand your desire to save Dumbledore's reputation, Remus, but your memory spell is too bad, I think..."

"you misunderstood."

Voldemort interrupted him coldly, then waved his wand.

Legilimency recited the incantation again, but it was different from before, this time he tried to explore Lockhart's memory on a large scale.

Voldemort was convinced that such tampering could not have been done just once.

Sure enough, as he kept trying, more and more tampering points were discovered.

Voldemort recorded them carefully, and tried to infer where he should be during that time through the memory of the tampered point before and after.

"The changes are very detailed, and there is no handle left at all."

Voldemort frowned and said, looking at Lockhart, who was so weak that he was unable to resist.

"Who the hell is watching him?"

"What value can he provide to these people?"

Unable to find the common ground of those memories, Voldemort tried to think from other angles.

But Lockhart's life trajectory is very clear, and there are no great secrets involved in the memory search, which makes Voldemort more and more puzzled.

But he didn't give up, because his intuition told him that there must be some great secret hidden behind these modified memories.

Voldemort decided to see with the prophetic eye, but he didn't want Barty Jr. to be half-blind again.

He took out the silver magic ball from his pocket, and his soul left Barty Jr.'s body and entered the silver magic ball. Voldemort instantly regained his body.

"You are……"

Lockhart's eyes widened in surprise, Voldemort waved his hand, and Barty Jr. immediately comprehended and used magic to silence Lockhart.

Mobilizing the Prophet's Eye, a red light immediately appeared in the right eye.

Lockhart backed away in fright, while little Barty looked curiously at Voldemort's red eyes.

Voldemort didn't care about the reactions of the two, but just focused on Lockhart:

Outside the white light, there is a golden flame burning.

The child of destiny, and he is walking on the path of destiny.

The memory has been changed, but it is conforming to fate...

Voldemort turned his head and looked at the air aside, where he wrote many words with his wand, all related to Lockhart's tampered memory.

He folded his hands over his chest, frowning and watching.

Little Barty didn't say a word, but waited quietly, looking at the nervous Harold from time to time, reminding him not to move around.

"time."

Voldemort spoke suddenly, and he waved his wand.

The text immediately changed, and the content began to decrease, slowly transforming into timelines in units of years.

In the timeline, the memory tampering nodes are all concentrated in the tail of August.

"call."

Voldemort turned sharply and looked at Lockhart. He waved his hand, and Barty Jr. immediately unlocked his magic.

"Where do you go at the end of August every year?"

Facing Voldemort's inquiry, Lockhart was very puzzled: "Didn't you read my memory, Mysterious Man, I have no intention of being your enemy."

Voldemort waved his hand, signaling him not to say anything other than what he had asked.

"Your memory has been tampered with at these nodes, do you know it?" Voldemort asked, pointing to the timeline beside him.

Lockhart shook his head in bewilderment, it was obvious that he didn't know anything about it.

"This time you are 21 years old, the memory of being falsified is the longest. It may be the starting point of everything, and it is also the end of August. Do you have any special impressions?"

Voldemort pointed at a point in the timeline, then asked Lockhart.

"I have no impression at all, but..." Lockhart frowned, "I have the habit of keeping a diary, so..."

"Where's the diary?" Voldemort asked directly.

"If you promise to let me go, I'm willing..."

"Whoosh."

A Cruciatus Curse flew out, causing Lockhart to cry out in pain on the ground.

Voldemort took the opportunity to look at Little Barty with his prophetic eyes, and saw that there was a white light on the other party's body, but it was not as bright as Lockhart's, but the red flame was even more dazzling.

Little Barty panicked at being watched, avoiding Voldemort's eyes.

"This is the Prophet's Eye, little Barty."

Voldemort didn't care about Lockhart's begging for mercy, he just said something to Barty Jr., and then said, "The light of the Destiny Child on him is brighter than yours."

"Really?" Barty Jr. looked at Lockhart in surprise.

He did remember Voldemort talking to him about the concept of Destiny's Child.

The title "Child of Destiny" is somewhat exaggerated for most people with white light.

According to Voldemort, Dumbledore is the real Destiny's Child.

Although Harry Potter is a little worse, he can barely deserve this title.

As for other people with white light on their bodies, they can at most be counted as people who have made a difference in the long river of fate.

As Voldemort's most valued subordinate, it is not surprising that he has made a difference in the long river of fate, but what can this man in front of him do?

"What color is the flame on his body?" Barty Jr. asked curiously.

"Gold," said Voldemort, smacking his mouth.

Just this guy in front of him, can he actually make a difference in the fate, or is it the one that conforms to the fate?
If he hadn't seen all this through the eyes of the prophet, Voldemort would never have guessed this result.

And it wasn't just Voldemort who was surprised, Little Barty also opened his mouth half-open, unable to utter a word.

"This guy has done so many bad things, is he still golden?" Barty Jr. couldn't help asking his soul.

Voldemort shrugged, and at the same time broke the spell and looked at the other party: "Don't make conditions with me, understand?"

Lockhart wanted to nod, but he couldn't do it at all, he could only hum unconsciously twice.

"But he's not from the principal, right?" Barty Jr. asked with a frown after being surprised.

Voldemort nodded, a playful smile suddenly appeared on his face and said: "This is the crux of the problem, little Barty, maybe someone is secretly watching everything."

"Who could it be?" Barty Jr. was puzzled.

"We know the same amount of information so far, little Barty." Voldemort smiled and looked at Lockhart, and said, "But he will give us the answer."

"I don't know anything, Dark Lord, really."

Lockhart finally regained his composure. He collapsed on the ground and wept bitterly, "Please, please forgive me. I am willing to join the Death Eaters."

"Look, the reputation of the Death Eaters is so bad that everyone thinks they can join."

Voldemort's joke got a flattering smile from Little Barty, but Voldemort didn't look at him, but still stared at Harold, and asked seriously:
"Where's the diary, Lockhart?"

(End of this chapter)