[HP Comprehensive UK and US] Platinum Stark

Alicia was enjoying her study life as usual, at least on the surface.

She would set aside some time every week to learn new potion knowledge from her godfather, and would go to Quirrell's office at a fixed time to receive instruction from the Dark Lord.

Harry even quietly asked her if she had offended Quirrell, which was why he was targeting her like this.

I heard that even Ron Weasley, who had always been at odds with her, couldn't help but speak up for her in the Gryffindor common room.

This left her with little free time. The girl even felt that her schedule was comparable to that of the most studious Ravenclaw.

Everything was very calm, just like the sea before a storm.

Until one night after the Easter holidays.

The Dark Lord appeared again and handed the black notebook to her.

“Keep it, and someone will tell you the rest.” Voldemort stretched out the ending tone and said, “Now all you have to do is show me the results of your study.”

Although Alicia didn't understand his intention, the girl had no choice but to follow his orders.

She clenched her wand and pointed it at Quirrell who was silent beside her without hesitation: "Hanging Bell!"

Quirrell narrowed his eyes and blocked the spell without saying a word - his use of silent spells had reached perfection.

"Split into pieces!"

"Burning fire!"

……

"Well done." Voldemort's voice sounded after the girl cast a spell belonging to the dark magic.

Alicia slowly put down her wand and waited for his next instruction. The Dark Lord would not let her fight Quirrell for no reason.

"Remember what Dumbledore said at the start-of-term feast? The place he told you not to go near - the corridor on the right on the fourth floor."

"That's where we're going to be tonight. Show up in the Slytherin common room first, and meet me there at eleven."

Alicia's heart skipped a beat. She nodded, turned around and wanted to leave.

The moment the girl turned around, Voldemort returned to Quirrell's body. For him at this moment, preserving his strength was the most important thing.

"Alicia, my clever child, I don't want to see your godfather with you." Voldemort's tone was persuasive and threatening, "You understand, don't you?"

The girl turned her head quickly, and sweat from nervousness hid on her neck.

She kept telling herself in her heart: Calm down, Alicia, let's get out of here first.

"I will obey your orders, Professor."

"Clap."

She closed the door with trembling hands.

Dumbledore said that the end of the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor was very dangerous. There was a high probability that there were treasures that even Gringotts could not protect, or creatures more aggressive than the troll.

Now that the Dark Lord is trying to break into there, does it prove that there are indeed some precious and rare treasures stored there?

If this is true, the protective magic set up by Dumbledore will definitely not be broken so easily.

The Dark Lord would never let Quirrell's body be in danger, so the only person who could be pushed out to act as a shield when exploring the way and encountering any crisis situation was her.

Even if she unfortunately died there, the Dark Lord had ten thousand ways to escape.

'Alicia Malfoy attempted theft and was killed by Dumbledore's magic.'

'Alicia Malfoy was bewitched by the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts and worked together to steal a treasure, but one died and the other escaped.'

Not only would statements like these not implicate him, they would completely push Malfoy to the opposite side of the white camp.

His daughter died in Hogwarts, killed by Dumbledore's magic. Lucius Malfoy would never stand on Dumbledore's side no matter what.

After all the calculations, the only person who benefited from this incident was the Dark Lord.

Alicia's hands and feet were cold. She kept thinking about countermeasures and did not dare to stop for a moment.

Finding a godfather definitely won’t work, so what about others?

She took a deep breath and didn't dare to make any other moves before walking into the Slytherin common room - the notebook was still with her, and who knew if the Dark Lord had cast any surveillance spell.

The Dark Lord's original intention was probably for her to put the notebook away, and after everyone returned to the dormitory, cast an Disillusionment Charm and quietly go to the third floor to wait for him.

Alicia walked into the dormitory seemingly calmly, but in fact she didn't even hear what Draco said behind her.

"Are you nervous?" A strange man appeared in the room out of nowhere, leaning on the glass at the bottom of the lake, and asked with interest.

The man in front of her was wearing a Slytherin school robe and had black hair. His deep eyes stared at her calmly without a trace of warmth.

The girl subconsciously pressed the door handle, only to find that the door was locked.

She was silent for a few seconds, then asked irrelevantly, "Has the Death Eaters' ranks expanded to include ghosts?"

To be frank, before she got her own wand, she never thought that there would be so many rare Parseltongues in Hogwarts.

Quirrell who was possessed by the Dark Lord, Harry Potter who was in an unknown situation, and the extremely handsome man in front of him.

Apart from his outstanding looks and being a Slytherin, the only information the girl knew about the man was that he must be very powerful - at least he was very skilled in silent spells.

"Don't compare me to that kind of thing." A trace of disgust flashed across the man's eyes. Ghosts are the form of existence of some wizards after their death, but he will never die.

Alicia did not comment. She took out the shrunken notebook from her pocket and asked casually, "Are you the one sent by the Dark Lord to monitor me? The son he kept in this notebook?"

Parseltongue is a bloodline inheritance.

I can't believe that the Dark Lord has a hidden child who has been to Hogwarts. Now, the child is kept in a notebook. I'm afraid he has been seriously injured and has no other choice but to choose this method.

The Dark Lord actually gave this notebook to Dad at that time - it seems that Dad was indeed highly respected.

The man didn't need Legilimency to tell how much Alicia was thinking just from her thoughtful expression.

The girl cast a spell to enlarge the notebook and asked the man for his opinion: "Can I put it in the drawer?"

The man didn't argue, so Alicia took it as his tacit agreement. However, as she carefully placed the notebook, she caught a glimpse of the signature on it: "Tom Riddle?"

"Are you always so talkative?" The man couldn't help himself. As far as he knew, the girl was well-behaved and submissive in front of the Dark Lord himself.

Alicia locked the drawer and retorted bluntly, "Because I'm nervous now."

At the same time, the Dark Lord possessed by Quirrell sneered.

"Master?" Quirrell asked in confusion, shrinking his neck.

"Do your thing."

Voldemort had cast a spell to share the memories and five senses of the Horcrux - which was why he had ordered Alicia to bring him the notebook.

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"Mr. Riddle, how long do you plan to keep the door locked? I don't think my roommate will find it a good experience to spend the night in the lounge." The girl sat down on the edge of the bed without hesitation, her eyes fixed on the man.

Hearing this, Tom raised his eyebrows and waved his hand gently.

The next second, Pansy rushed in from outside the door: "Alicia, what happened? Draco is very worried about you."

Alicia looked nervously towards the glass at the bottom of the lake, but found that there was no one there. She calmed down and explained, "Nothing. I accidentally locked the door when I was practicing spells. Let's go find Draco."

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Handsome version of Tang Tang: Shut your mouth and don’t play two-faced tricks on me.

Alicia: Mr. Riddle, that's another price.