[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"Who?" Diary asked.

"Dumbledore," the Dark Lord announced confidently.

"You're kidding." The diary said disapprovingly, "How long has that old guy been holding on to the legendary wand? If he really wanted to resurrect someone, he would have done it long ago."

"No, not that Dumbledore," the Dark Lord laughed darkly, "it's the other one."

The crow said the name: "Aberforth Dumbledore."

"I have heard that the relationship between the two Dumbledores is not good, but more than ten years ago, Aberforth abused some kind of magic on an innocent goat. It was reported overwhelmingly in the newspapers and was reported to his brother's house. After paying the bail under the guarantee, no one saw him again. Obviously, he is now living under the protection of his brother, and the relationship between the two brothers is not that bad." Diary stretched his neck as far as he could Even longer, his head hovered in the air, looking at the other two selves suspiciously, "Do you two have any memories that you haven't shared with me?"

"Of course," Crow smiled kindly at his younger self, "Just like you must have kept a hand, why do you still need to ask?"

The crow made an unpleasant mocking sound, and the diary stared at it fiercely.

"Okay, okay," the Dark Lord tiredly released his magic pressure to silence them all, "Yes, the whereabouts of Aberforth Dumbledore is a problem, but you have to admit that he is a good candidate, right? Bar?"

The Dark Lord pretended to forget that he was using magic to silence the crow and the diary.

"The two Dumbledores fought like Muggles and rolled into a ball at the funeral over the death of their sister. This has been a gossip that has been circulating in Godric's Hollow for many years. I was - well, we were," he He nodded to the crow, but the crow, whose beak was forcibly pinched, gave him a white eye in return, "I visited Godric's Valley - in order to better understand our enemies."

The diary was so angry that it almost exploded, and the Dark Lord had to put away his magic pressure.

"How much do you hide from me?" it shouted at the other two selves.

"Calm down, you idiot," said the crow, "that's why I didn't tell you."

"Besides, you know it now," Crow added lightly, but the diary looked even more angry.

"There is a lot of gossip in the Dumbledore family. As I once told Dumbledore, greatness leads to jealousy, jealousy leads to resentment, and resentment breeds rumors... But he doesn't seem to take it to heart." The Dark Lord said softly. He laughed heartily, "So he probably didn't expect how many people couldn't wait to reveal their family secrets to me when I became powerful."

"For example, his relationship with Grindelwald when he was young, and the sudden death of his sister Ariana, and Aberforth blaming all of this on his brother..." the Dark Lord said, "In Albus Dumbledore's case, Under the shadow of Lido, Aberforth is like a lost ghost, carrying the portrait of his forcibly intercepted soul and causing trouble everywhere, taking pleasure in causing trouble for his brother."

The diary finally suppressed his anger and asked with a sullen face: "Okay, there must be bones of blood relatives, and the blood of the enemy must be sacrificed - Grindelwald is locked up, and Aberforth's ability is only Now that he can torture the goat, he can only take his brother’s idea. Do you think Dumbledore really won’t agree?”.7

"The Elder Wand has been in his hand for many years. If he had wanted to, he would have done it a long time ago," Crow mocked. "Arianna's death has completely interrupted his exploration of dark magic. He just succumbed to it." It’s just a dog with a broken back, the so-called laws of nature.”

The diary looked up and thought about Dumbledore's style, and reluctantly agreed that the old man would not agree to resurrect the dead, let alone see his own brother perform dark magic.

"Where's the meat? Where's the meat of the devout prayer?" The diary suggested, "After so many years, he may not still be so hopeful about resurrecting his sister, right?"

The two pairs of red eyes of the Crow and the Dark Lord looked at it faintly at the same time.

"Isn't this what I'm discussing with you?" The crow flapped its wings and said in a happy tone.

Hearing this tone meant that he was going to be in trouble, the diary immediately became wary.

"What do you want to do?!" it asked fiercely.

"It's nothing," the Dark Lord said easily, "I'm counting on you to deepen Aberforth's obsession."

The diary didn't relax a little. On the contrary, its head floated higher. If it hadn't been unable to pick up the real thing, it would have wanted to carry its own diary and stay away from the other two selves.

"Tell the truth!" it growled.

"That's it," the crow said kindly - not sure how it could make such a difficult expression on its bird face, "we all agree that as a black magic book that records the secrets of resurrection, your The IQ seems a little too high, which could easily arouse Dumbledore's suspicion——"

The diary understood and became furious: "Don't even think about it! I will never hand over my spirituality!"

The Dark Lord sighed and exchanged a look with Raven.

"Listen," the Dark Lord persuaded it patiently, "our resources are very scarce now, so I hope you will be sensible and not cause any unnecessary losses-"

"You're dreaming!" The youngest Riddle struggled to pull out his shoulders and one hand from the black leather notebook, but the crow reacted faster and stomped on the notebook with a claw, and the diary screamed. With a cry, he retorted and was about to bite it, but then the Dark Lord picked up his wand and hit it hard on the back of the head.

Diary Riddle fainted. It quickly melted into a puddle of silver-white liquid, slowly seeping into the black leather notebook. The Dark Lord's snake hand quickly reached into the liquid and began to absorb it - the crow just moved its claws, and the Dark Lord was cold and fierce. His eyes moved over.

The crow has no doubt that if it really competes with the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord will not mind sucking away most of its spirituality, leaving only a little as a primer for resurrection.

"Okay," the Dark Lord raised his hand, looking much more energetic, "then leave him a few instructions..." His fingers danced rapidly, and countless black lights bloomed between his fingers, and then penetrated one by one. In the black book.

"It still needs to be aged a bit..." The Dark Lord moved his fingers again, and now the notebook looked like it had just been dug out of an ancient tomb.

Crow kept watching his operations with cold eyes, and waited until he was almost busy before asking: "Then where can we find that Aberforth?"

"Dumbledore's protection range is only so large," the Dark Lord said contemptuously. "He is either in Hogwarts or in Hogsmeade. Go and find out, activate your bird friends, and Our little mouse’s mouse friend,” he glanced down at the unconscious Wormtail, “Look where an adult strange wizard suddenly appeared twelve years ago, I think we will find the answer soon.”

The crow nodded, flapped its wings and flew away.