[HP Comprehensive UK and US] Platinum Stark

The train to Hogwarts was not slow, and it was still afternoon when Draco and Alicia arrived home.

The girl returned to the bedroom and gently closed the door. To her surprise, the man in the diary appeared in the room on his own initiative.

Riddle just stared at her in silence, his eyes extremely cold.

Having already arrived home, Alicia felt more confident. She walked to the windowsill calmly, opened the window, and then turned back to look at Riddle: "I guess you don't miss the room you used to stay in? By the way, you look worse than last time."

The diary had been lying dormant in a room in Malfoy Manor for more than ten years. It became like this when it was handed over to her by the Dark Lord, which made it easy for people to associate it with some words.

For example, activation? Awakening?

This explained the poor condition of the man in front of him - the Dark Lord was injured, and he would be affected as well.

Riddle didn't seem to hear the hidden threat in Alicia's words. He took a step towards the girl, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Your mission has failed."

The main soul can access his memories at any time, but conversely, he cannot synchronize the main soul's senses.

But the main soul gave him vitality, and his condition would naturally be affected if the main soul was seriously injured.

In this way, it is not difficult to explain his current situation - the mission to obtain the Philosopher's Stone has failed, and it seems that he failed because of injuries.

Riddle was very angry - some of it was influenced by the emotions of the main soul.

Alicia knew she had no way out, so she simply sat on the windowsill with her hands and said without thinking: "I'm eleven years old."

Since the man in front of him can judge the Dark Lord's situation through his own condition, it means that there is indeed some connection between him and the Dark Lord.

Alicia came to an expected but unhappy conclusion: the Dark Lord was still alive.

The girl thought quickly and spoke again cautiously, "Who would want the Dark Lord to get what he wants more than me? But, Mr. Riddle, I am only a first-year student."

Since the Dark Lord could parasitize Quirrell, there was a chance that he would choose to parasitize his son now.

She had to be very careful with her words, at least she had to be extra careful when confirming whether the Dark Lord was here.

It turns out that Malfoy's wisdom was not wrong. At the same time, Voldemort, who was entrenched in a small village, stopped sensing the Horcrux with an unclear look on his face.

Riddle took in Alicia's expression. He bent down with a smile on his face, his lips still smiling, but with a hint of weirdness in his eyes: "Tsk, Slytherin..."

He understood why the main soul set its sights on this little Malfoy.

Really like ah.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

There was a knock on the door at just the right moment. Alicia smiled politely and looked directly into Riddle's eyes and said loudly, "Come in."

"Xia, Dad asked you to go to the study to find him." Draco, dressed in home clothes, walked in. Seeing his sister sitting on the windowsill, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Aren't you afraid that it's Mom who's knocking on the door?"

If Narcissa saw this, Thea would definitely be taught a lesson.

The girl landed nimbly, looking very happy. She walked briskly to Draco and winked mysteriously: "My talent for divination tells me that the person who came to see me must be my dear brother."

Draco rolled his eyes mercilessly, watching his sister walk out of the bedroom and close the door consciously: "How come I didn't know that our family was married to Trelawney?"

"Then the Malfoy family will probably produce a fortune teller who is as good as Cardesanla." Alicia's ponytail swung, showing her excitement.

This was one of the few times Draco saw his sister so happy in this school year. He curled up the corners of his mouth unconsciously, quickened his pace to catch up with Alicia, and walked side by side with her to her father's study: "Then why don't you calculate first, Master Fortune Teller, whether I will beat Potter in the Quidditch game next school year?"