Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

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

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

After Ginny finished speaking, she took out the old-style diary from the bookshelf she had just arranged.

"Don't be too late."

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

I picked up the quill pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote in my diary:

August 5, 1992, sunny

After writing just this beginning, she paused - not because she didn't know what to write, but because she had so much to write that she didn't know where to start.

Holding her cheeks with her little hands, Ginny stared blankly at the "Weird Sisters" poster on the wall, thinking about what she should record in this notebook first...

Harry, or what he saw when purchasing school books, or something else.

Her eyes wandered and happened to fall on the wand placed on the bracket on the right side of the desk. Ginny's eyes lit up and she quickly wrote in her diary:

Ms. Ginny Weasley's wand - 14.25 inches, yew, unicorn tail hair.

After writing all this, she smiled and looked very happy, but suddenly she became gloomy 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. I really don’t know why it chose me.

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

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

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

All content has disappeared.

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

However, before she could make any more moves, a line of elegant words appeared:

Short wands usually select wizards who have character flaws or are too short in stature. Longer wands represent tall stature and have no other effect.

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 the yew, it never chooses mediocrity or timidity, and you should be happy about that.

Ginny's eyes widened in surprise. She read these words three times before she saw them disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is amazing…

She thought this and involuntarily glanced at the door - she wanted to make sure this was not a prank by her two brothers.

Who are you?

Ginny wrote in her diary.

Jerry, you can call me that.

When the ink disappeared, Ginny thought for a moment and wrote down her doubts:

Are you a magic item?

Jerry: Yes, a magical item unique to Hogwarts.

Ginny: Hogwarts? What's your connection to Hogwarts?

The notebook did not answer with words. Instead, after Ginny's words disappeared, a sketch illustration slowly appeared:

Hogwarts Castle is outlined, then a large green space in front, and a lake. Finally, a small figure appears next to the lake, looking like he is reading a book on a deck chair.

Ginny: Is that you the person reading a book by the lake?

Jerry: Yes.

Ginny: You're at Hogwarts?

Jerry: I'm in the book.

Ginny: How could you be in the book?

Jerry: This is a magic book belonging to Hogwarts, created by a naughty Hogwarts student.

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

Ginny: Why are you in my books? I thought the diary was a gift from Flourish and Blott Books.

Jerry: No, every few years, I will randomly choose a little wizard to help them grow. Of course, I usually choose the talented one.

Ginny: Am I gifted?

Jerry: As I said, Yewwood never chooses mediocre or timid people. Of course you have talent.

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

But thinking that it was already late at night, she quickly stopped her movements. She just clenched her fists excitedly and waved them three times by her ears.

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 photo of Gwenog Jones, captain of the women's Quidditch team Holyhead Harpies.

She has been fond of Quidditch since she was a child. Since she was six years old, she would break into the broom shed at home and steal their broomsticks to play with her brothers when they weren't paying attention, and was never discovered.

Ginny: I want to learn Quidditch.

Jerry:…

Looking at the series of "..." left by Jerry, Ginny felt disappointed:

You can tell me how to help me grow, but Quidditch can't help me grow, so what else can I grow?

Ginny: You let me down, Jerry.

Jerry: Ginny, I didn't say that I can't teach you flying experience, it's just that we need deeper trust.

Ginny: What to do?

Jerry: I think you can open up to me more, but until then, you need to rest, Ginny, you're growing.

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

Jerry: A good wizard needs to be able to control his emotions. Ginny, magic requires control.

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

Jerry: This is exactly the trust we lack. Ginny, go and rest. After you trust me enough, I can teach you. Also, don't tell others about this, otherwise I can only choose another one. Gifted kids.

Ginny: Well, Jerry, I'm going to go get some rest, and thank you for what you said about the wand, it made me happy a lot.

Jerry: Unicorn Tail doesn't choose people with dark hearts. Ginny, you are a talented, brave, and kind-hearted child.

Ginny: Thank you, Jerry.

Jerry: Good night, Ginny.

…

In the diary, the lakeside in front of the castle.

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

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

During the communication just now, Voldemort kept using his talent:

Psychic perception.

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

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

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

Yes, flying skills, not broomstick skills.

Neither Lin Zuo nor Remnant Soul had any skills in using broomsticks in their memory, but Remnant Soul had some flying skills.

"In any case, the initial communication went smoothly, but you still can't have too in-depth communication before you feel her complete trust."

Voldemort said, and as soon as he gave away the notebook in his hand, the notebook disappeared into the void.

And when he stood up and took a step out, he disappeared from the lakeside without a trace.