HP Polar Night

Agares's research on the diary has made no progress. It has been nearly a week since he got it from Harry. No matter whether it is various detection spells, potions, or alchemy charms, they all don't work.The only thing we can know is that this seemingly ordinary Muggle notebook has been cast with more than 70 spells, and there is no mutual exclusion or distortion between the spells. The person who made it is undoubtedly a person worthy of history genius.

That person does have a lot of space in the history books.

Is it really necessary to write on it as Harry said?

The bedroom door opened and closed, and Draco came back.

"Agares, why are you here? I thought you went to Hogsmeade with Mosby and the others."

Agares put the diary back on the table, leaned back in the chair, and rubbed his browbones. "No, Hogsmeade is too crowded, and there's not much to see."

Draco sat over curiously and looked at the black notebook on the table. "What is this? Have you made any new alchemy products?" He reached for the notebook and picked it up. "This looks kind of familiar."

The boy pondered for a while, and suddenly, a picture broke into his mind, and he almost didn't jump up: "This is Harry Potter's diary?! Aha, I have to see what the savior wrote in it On Valentine's Day, Draco met Harry and his party in the corridor, and picked up the diary from Harry's scattered pile of books, but before he could take a look at it, Harry snapped it up. The neat disarming spell snatched it back, but it made Draco pissed off.

"Dark magic items, don't touch them randomly." Agares warned lightly.

Draco wasn't afraid of this, his cousin was by his side, and what Agares had brought out by himself, where could it be dangerous.

He opened the notebook, which was completely blank except for the name "Tom Riddle" written in blurred ink on the first page.He flipped back to look at the cover. The faded date on the cover showed that this diary was 50 years old.

"This notebook..." Draco looked at it thoughtfully.

Suddenly, he exclaimed, "I remember! I've seen it in Dad's study before!"

Agares sat up straight slowly, he looked at Draco: "What did you say?"

"I remember seeing it in my dad's study when I was a child, and my dad scolded me severely for playing with it. He never scolded me like that, so I remember it very clearly." Draco said angrily, looking Even after so many years, he will still remember what he was reprimanded at the beginning.

But why is this notebook in Potter's place?

Draco wondered.

"But I saw it at Potter's last time. Could it be that I remembered it wrong?"

Agares already understood everything, the corners of his lips were raised, and he looked in a good mood. "Maybe you remember wrongly. Notebooks like this are too common. It's not surprising that there are several similar ones."

Although he still hesitated, what Agares said made sense, Draco struggled for a while and decided to let it go.He has more important things to find Agares today.

"I heard that you are a course selection guide for Potter, Agares, don't forget whose cousin you are. I think you treat Potter better than me." Gray blue eyes stared at him, The little pale face raised his chin subconsciously, forming a haughty little bastard.But that couldn't hide the fact that Draco was jealous, and he didn't seem to want to hide it at all.

"I remember, as early as the beginning of school, I have already started to teach you the knowledge of the third grade?" A Malfoy does not need guidance on course selection and career selection at all. After graduation, Draco will take over part of the Malfoy family's property from his father , all you need to do is lie on the Gold Gallon and live a good life.

"Anyway, you are very different to that Potter, no one in Slytherin knows." Draco muttered.

Agares doesn't deny that. "Mature, Draco, and always remember that you are a Malfoy."

Mr. Malfoy looked like he wanted to refute, but in the end he just curled his lips and said nothing.

The most valuable thing tonight was knowing the relationship between the diary and Lucius Malfoy from Draco.

The notebook Draco saw in his study when he was a child must be Tom Riddle's, and Dobby's warning before school started explained why the house-elves would know about the horrible things that were going to happen at Hogwarts for the next term.Dobby, as the elf of the Malfoy family, knew that Lucius was planning a murder of Muggle wizards at the school, which couldn't have been easier.

But he had clearly told Lucius that Voldemort hadn't returned, and he was indeed persuaded by him at the time, so why did he still maintain the original plan, put the Dark Lord's items into Hogwarts, and launch this attack?

Could this be the Death Eaters' loyalty to the Dark Lord?

Things will turn around soon.

Agares didn't expect that when Draco wrote Lucius's home letter, he would also write about the notebook.He didn't know how surprised and angry Lucius was when he received the letter.

Although it is true that Lucius put the notebook into the cauldron of the Weasley family's youngest daughter, and it was his purpose to open the secret room and release monsters to clean the school, the premise of all this is that the Malfoy family will not be involved, let alone the Germans. Laco the heir.

The Dark Lord's item possesses powerful power, and Lucius can't guarantee that Draco will be intact when he comes into close contact with that item.After all, it was something that even he couldn't grasp.

Therefore, when Agares received Lucius' secret letter and saw the few words about the notebook, although he was a little surprised, it was still a pleasant feeling that everything was back under his control.

In the letter, Lucius asked him to put the notebook back where it was, and not let anyone know that the notebook had even the slightest relationship with them.Obviously, Lucius only thought that the notebook came to Agares accidentally.

After a series of trials and conversations, Agares further learned about the source of the notebook—an important item that the Dark Lord once gave to Lucius for safekeeping. It can open the Slytherin chamber and release the monsters inside to clean the school. A student from a wizarding family.

Agares wrote back to tell Lucius that he had put the notebook back in Gryffindor Tower without anyone noticing.Lucius had no doubts.

The items of the Dark Lord—Lucius mistakenly thought that the Dark Lord would not come back—the Ministry of Magic's inspection—caused turmoil in the school, took the opportunity to drive away Dumbledore, and blamed the Weasley family.

It has to be said that Lucius did have a good plan.Without the accident of Agares, he would be able to achieve what he wanted.It's a pity that Agares had chosen another path from the very beginning, and that path was definitely against the Dark Lord and his henchmen.When a variable appears, just like a butterfly flapping its wings, how can the river of the future not stir up storms and waves.

Agares decided to increase the weight and destroy the Dark Lord's items, allowing Lucius to take another step on the road of betrayal.

The original curse and temptation turned into various offensive spells.

But it's a pity that such an ordinary notebook is actually stronger than all the magic items he has touched. Even if the paper is scorched black by the flames one second, it will return to its original state the next moment.

After a few times, Agares had to give up temporarily.

Just that night, the notebook placed on the table shone with a faint white light. Before Agares, who suddenly woke up from his sleep, pulled out the wand in his arm sleeve, he was pulled into the world in the notebook by the white light.

This is a memory.

The moment he saw the picture in front of him, Agares made a judgment.

The boy opposite was about 15-16 years old, wearing school robes with the Slytherin logo on the collar, black hair and eyes, tall and thin, but Agares had no doubt that the man in front of him was in Hogwarts Must be a focal point.

If this person is the Tom Riddle recorded in the alumni record, those honors and reputations are not surprising.After all, he is so different and has outstanding temperament.

Tom Riddle was in his dormitory, and it was rare that he actually lived alone.Judging from the decoration of the dormitory, it seems that there are different things everywhere, but Agares couldn't figure out what was different for a while, so he had to put it in the back of his mind for the time being.

Riddle was experimenting with a spell, and in front of him were several cages, each containing different creatures, from spiders and mice to red hats, goblins, and even an owl.

His spell was something Agares had never heard of, nor had he seen it in any book, so he immediately realized that Riddle was creating his own spell!

Agares has also made such a move, so he knows how much knowledge and profound magic power is needed to do that.As for Riddle, it is obviously not the first attempt on this matter. Agares saw a piece of parchment on the table beside him, and he couldn't help but go over to look at it. There was a page full of spells written in cursive fonts on it. Record.On the page he saw, there were already three spells, all of which were self-created, with dark magic attributes. Judging from the description attached to the spell, the effect was very terrifying.

At this time, Riddle cast a spell on the mouse in the cage, a red light flashed in the mouse's eyes, and squeaky screams resounded throughout the dormitory.The mouse that was hit by the spell looked the same, but in an instant, it suddenly turned its head and bit the head of the white mouse next to it, and with a bang, the whole head fell off.There were about five or six mice in the cage, and the others ran wildly, but it had no effect. The cursed mouse killed the rest one by one at a speed nearly ten times faster than its own. escape.

Agares speculates that this spell should be similar to the Imperius Curse, and may also have the effect of stimulating potential. Animals that have been cast by this spell will hunt down all living objects around them.

If it can act on people, just think about it, a person who was originally harmless suddenly exploded with ten times the power, violently killing people around him when they were unprepared.What a terrible spell.

Riddle put down his wand, went back to his desk and picked up another new parchment to record this new spell.

When he finished writing about the effect of the spell and the direction of improvement, he put down the quill, looked up in the direction of Agares, with a weird smile on his lips. "Is it fun to watch?"

Agares clenched the wand in his hand, without showing anything on his face.

He also looked at the other party, not surprised that he appeared in the other party's eyes.

"I think you're more than just a memory."

Riddle's smile deepened a little, making him look charming and seductive. "Oh, who said otherwise, do you want to know what I am?"

"Is it necessary?" Agares said.

The other party chuckled, with indifference and arrogance: "I know you want to destroy the diary, those little methods you used, such familiar magic fluctuations. At this point, I'm afraid we have a lot in common."

"Obviously," Agares looked at the other party, "I am not your opponent on this."

The other party's smile became contemptuous: "Boy, if you knew, you wouldn't say the word opponent easily."

Agares had no doubts, if the boy in front of him was the one he thought of.Indeed, in the entire wizarding world, there are very few people who can be called opponents by him.And those people are all quite advanced in magic attainments, and they have lived longer than Agares for an unknown number of years.For example, the current headmaster of Hogwarts, Mr. Albus Dumbledore.

"Then why did you bring me here?"

Riddle's smile returned to its original charm, and he said mysteriously: "As a Slytherin, I just want to see whether you, 50 years later, have grown up or fallen."

That smile is like a devil who lures people into hell.

Those cursed manuscripts spread out on the table are the temptation of the devil.

The author has something to say:

Well, I'll give you a sweet (work) sweet (death) little theater

Correctly open Black's house routine:

morning.

Harry: Agares, come and watch this~

Agares: What? --walk over

Sirius: Let me see, let me see! ——Strongly jumping in line, squeezing away his own son

noon.

Agares: Harry, there's a new Chinese restaurant in Diagon Alley, let's go there for dinner tonight.

Harry: OK, call Hermione Ron?

Agares: But I just want to see you.

Harry: Hehehe - giggling

In the evening, the restaurant.

Hermione, Ron, the Weasleys, Lupine, Luna, Neville... were packed with Gryffindors.

Harry: Why are you all here? ——In surprise, take a weak look at Agares by the way

Hermione: Sirius said invite us to dinner.

Agares - what else can I do but smile?

sirius - you can't see me you can't see me you can't see me

night.

Harry: Are you angry, Agares?

Agares: No, how could I be angry. ——Be angry but keep smiling

Harry: Well, Sirius, he probably doesn't know we're going to eat there.

Agares: Yeah, if the timing of his reservations isn't so perfect!if.

Harry: ... - can't help you, Sirius

late at night.

Agares: Harry...

Harry: Well... Agares...

a sudden knock on the door

Sirius: Harry!Come see what I caught? !A ghoul!

Harry (covering his face): ...oh no, Sirius

Agares (smiling)

Sirius (with a cold back): Well, it's late at night, you guys go to bed early, let's watch the ghouls tomorrow! ——It’s a bit cold in the middle of the night, um, it must be like this. Speaking of which, the Auror Division should be quite busy recently. I’d better go to work tomorrow. There are not many good employees like me these days...