The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

[Of course I know about this. 】

This sentence in the diary made Ricardo's heart tremble, and he suddenly thought that the legend about the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets... might have a lot to do with Voldemort himself.

This time... it shouldn't be him. After all, he had been studying Voldemort's remnant soul for several months. If he couldn't detect Voldemort's aura, he could just find a brick and smash it to death himself.

【I record my past events in a way that is more durable than ink.I have always known that there are always some people who do not want this diary to be read. 】

"What did the instructor want to say?"

Ricardo frowned - this sentence pattern, according to his experience, is about to start deceiving.After all, he was the one who deceived other people before.

And Voldemort's handwriting became messy and sloppy, as if he couldn't wait to tell everything he knew.

[I mean, this diary contains some terrible past events.Some hidden past events.Some past events that happened at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 】

[Teacher, I am willing to take a look. 】

【Let me take you to see it. 】

The diary seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and the pages flipped through, stopping at a certain page in mid-June.The little square of Juneteenth seemed to turn into a miniature television screen.

Ricardo nodded, raised the notebook, and put his eyes on the small window; then, he leaned forward; the window was getting bigger, and he felt his body leaving the bed and falling headfirst into the window. A gap in the page enters a swirling circle of colors, light and shadow.He felt his feet land on solid ground.He stood still, and the blurry scene around him suddenly became clear.

He knew immediately where he was.This round room with a sleeping portrait on the wall is Dumbledore's office - but the person sitting behind the desk is not Dumbledore at the moment, but a wizened wizard with a bald head who looks very weak. There were only a few strands of white hair on his head, and he was reading a letter by candlelight.Harry had never seen this man before.

He tried to touch that person, but passed through him instantly, as if he were a ghost - maybe not, he was not a "ghost", the "ghost" was the guy in front of him.

The principal from 50 years ago?Ricardo looked around the office.There were no phoenixes or those buzzing silver baubles.

This was Hogwarts in Voldemort's time, which meant that the wizard he didn't know was the headmaster, not Dumbledore, and he was not much better than a ghost. People 50 years ago would have been completely invisible to him.

The headmaster and wizard sighed, folded the letter, stood up, walked past Harry, and went straight to open the curtains without even looking at him.

The sky outside the window is covered with red clouds, as if it is sunset at this moment.The wizard returned to the table, sat down, twirled his thumbs absentmindedly, and looked at the door - there was a knock on the door outside the office.

"Come in," said the old wizard in a feeble voice.

A boy of about 16 came in and took off his pointed hat.A prefect's silver badge gleamed on his chest.He was much taller than Harry, but also had dark, shiny hair.

"Ah, Riddle," said the headmaster.

"You want to see me, Professor Dippet?" said Riddle, looking nervous.

"Sit down," said Dippet, "I've been reading that letter you sent me."

"Oh," Riddle said.He sat down and clasped his hands tightly together.

"My dear child," said Dippet kindly, "I cannot keep you at school for the summer. Surely you would like to go home for the holidays?"

"No," said Riddle immediately, "I'd rather stay at Hogwarts than go to that—that—"

"You lived in a Muggle orphanage during the holidays, didn't you?" Dippet said curiously.

"Yes, sir," said Riddle, blushing slightly.

"Are you a muggle?"

"A half-breed, sir," Riddle said. "The father is a Muggle and the mother is a witch."

"Your parents both—"

"My mother died just after giving birth to me, sir. They told me in the orphanage that she only had time to give me a name: Tom, after my father."

Dippet smacked his tongue sympathetically. "Here's the thing, Tom," he sighed, "we originally wanted to make some special arrangements for you, but under the current circumstances..."

"Are you referring to all these attacks, sir?" Riddle asked.

Ricardo could already tell that this guy was Tom Riddle, the young Voldemort, and something seemed to have happened recently.

"Exactly," said the headmaster. "My dear boy, you must see how foolish it would be for me to allow you to stay in the castle after the term is over. Especially after the recent tragedy... that The poor little girl is dead... You would have been much safer in the orphanage. To tell you the truth, the Ministry of Magic is even talking about closing the school. The - oh - source of all these unfortunate events, we still have I don’t have any clue..."

Riddle's eyes widened. "Sir - if that man is caught...if everything stops..."

"What do you mean?" Dippet said, his voice a little harsh, rising from his chair. "Riddle, are you saying you know something about these attacks?"

"No, sir." Riddle said quickly.

Dippet sat back down, looking slightly disappointed.

"You can go, Tom..."

Riddle slid out of his chair and trudged out of the room.Ricardo stayed there for a while and followed.

They descended the spiral staircase and emerged from the darkening corridor beside the monstrous gargoyles.Riddle stopped and thought seriously about something.He was biting his lip and wrinkles appeared on his forehead.Then, as if he suddenly made up his mind, he hurried away.

Along the way, they saw no one, and finally they came to the foyer. A tall wizard with long flowing auburn hair and a long beard greeted Riddle on the marble stairs: "What are you doing, Tom? Are you still wandering around so late?"

"Albus Dumbledore," Ricardo said softly, "It turns out that having good hair begins when you are young. But, mentor, why are you showing me this?"

【This is a memory...】

A voice came from all directions.

"The mentor is still so suspicious..." Ricardo laughed softly, "But if I don't have this kind of IQ, can I be favored by the mentor?"

"It was wrong from the beginning, mentor. If this was all your memory, there would be no part of the principal in the office."