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Chapter 142 Voldemort's Diary
"He won't wake up." A gentle voice came, which seemed extremely clear in the empty stone room.

Several people looked around, and saw a tall, black-haired boy leaning on the nearest stone pillar and looking at him.He looked oddly blurred, like Caesar was looking at him through frosted glass, but there was no doubt that it was him.

Harry Ron's face suddenly changed.

"Hey, don't be nervous. I'm just a ghost. Ghosts are rare in Hogwarts! Let me introduce myself. My name is Tom - Tom Riddle."

Ron fell into memories when he heard Tom's name. After a moment, he called out loudly. His face turned red and he pointed at Tom excitedly and said, "I know you. I saw you in the school's trophy room." Name, you received the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award 50 years ago!"

Draco looked at Ron speechlessly, as if he was an admirer. He said, "None of this matters anymore. First, let's pay attention to Ginny's condition. What did you mean when you said she wouldn't wake up?" Draco asked the doubts in his heart.

At this moment, Harry asked eagerly, "What do you mean? She won't wake up?"

"She didn't—she didn't?"

"She's alive," Riddle said, "but that's all."

"Actually, I just made a little joke. I am not a ghost. I am just a memory. Under certain special circumstances, the memory will be displayed to the world in a different way. I exist in this diary. It’s been 50 years.” He pointed to the floor next to the statue’s toes, where, open, was the little black journal that Adams had found in the myrtle bathroom.

"I remember Adams holding this notebook before, Harry, do you remember the last riot in their dormitory, and it was this notebook that Adams lost in the end." Ron said in surprise.

"That's right, you said that little wizard Adams, I remember him, a soul full of ambition and desire, but unfortunately I can't give him what he wants." Riddle said slowly.

Su Ziqiong did not participate in the topic of several people. Although he was curious about how this notebook got here, there are more pressing issues to deal with right now!

"So you're here to help us?" Hallihi asked shyly, holding Ginny's head up, "We have to take her away, there's a basilisk here, I don't know where it is, but It will come any moment."

A smile appeared on the corner of Riddle's mouth. His leisurely brother looked at Harry with no intention of doing anything. This attitude irritated Draco.

"Hey, let me tell you, no matter who you are, I don't like your attitude." Then he turned his head to Harry and said, "Let's send Ginny up first, and then why are you crazy?" The action is speaking! I am now very worried that a monster will come out of nowhere and attack us."

"He won't come unless someone summons it." Riddle said calmly, and the next moment, he suddenly snatched the wand from Harry's hand.

"That'smine!"

Harry let out a cry.

But Riddle had no intention of giving it back to him. Riddle was still looking at him - Harry's wand was spinning on his slender fingertips.

Harry was a little annoyed, "What do you mean? Come on, give me the wand back, I might need it." Riddle's grin widened.

"You don't need it anymore." He smiled.

Harry stared at him in surprise.

"What did you say? I don't have to—?"

Several other people watched the scene in front of them silently without intervening.

"Harry Potter, I have been waiting for this day for a long time." Riddle said, "Waiting for the opportunity to meet you and talk to you."

"Look," Harry lost patience, "I think you still don't understand. We are in the Chamber of Secrets now. Let's talk about these things later."

"We've got to talk now," said Riddle, still with the obvious smile on his face, pocketing Harry's wand.

Harry stared at him dumbfounded.It's just so weird what's going on here.

"How did Ginny end up like this?" he asked slowly.

"Oh, that's an interesting question," Riddle said happily. "It's a long story. As far as I can see, the real reason why Ginny Weasley became like this is that she turned to an invisible person. The stranger opened up and revealed all his secrets.”

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked.

"The diary," said Riddle, "my diary. For months little Ginny has been writing in it, telling me her heart-rending troubles and sorrows: how she was made fun of by her brothers, how Not coming to school in old robes and old books, and she thought—" Riddle's eyes twinkled slyly "—that the famous, good, great Harry Potter would never like her ..."

Riddle never took his eyes off Harry's face as he spoke.There was something almost greedy in his eyes.

"It's so tedious, listening to an eleven-year-old girl tell her childish worries," he went on, "but I patiently wrote something to answer her. I'm kind and understanding. Ginny Literally in love with me. Oh Tom, no one understands me like you do.. I'm so glad I got this diary and can tell you the truth.. It's like having a friend that you can carry around in your pocket.. ..."

Riddle let out a cold, piercing laugh that didn't sound like a sixteen-year-old's.This made the hairs on the back of everyone's necks stand up.

"Not that I brag, I have always been able to charm people at will. So, Ginny opened her whole soul to me, and her soul happened to be exactly what I needed. I devoured her most secret Fears, deepest secrets, growing appetites. I grew stronger, much stronger than little Miss Weasley, strong enough to reveal a few of my secrets to Miss Weasley, to start A small part of the soul was also opened to her..."

"What did you say?" Harry asked, feeling dry in his throat.

"Can't you figure it out, Harry Potter?" Riddle whispered, "It was Ginny Weasley who opened the Chamber of Secrets. She strangled the school rooster and smeared the Those scary words. She unleashed the Slytherin Basilisk and attacked the four Mudbloods, and the Squib skinny cat."

"Impossible," Harry murmured.

"Yeah," said Riddle, still calmly, "of course she didn't know what she was doing at first. It was very interesting. I wish you'd read some of her new diary entries . . . It's getting more and more interesting... Dear Tom,"

(End of this chapter)