HP Cronos

That night, Nora opened the "Theoretical Research and Practice of Time Magic" for the first time.

It is indeed a very old book, and the author is unknown.

"Some people believe that time is also one of the most basic magic elements, and it is also the most mysterious of all elements. Time magic has a very long history and can be traced back to the origin of magic."

"Wizards can use time-turners to travel through time and space for a short period of time. Existing time-turners were made many years ago, and no one knows how they were made, because very little time magic has been handed down to this day."

"The existence of a time-turner may indicate that ancient wizards knew a lot more about time than we do. Perhaps 1000 years ago, there was a way to travel through a longer period of time, perhaps 100 years or more. Far."

Nora looked drowsy.She closed the book and put it in the pocket Hagrid had given her.Now, it contains Ravenclaw's Horcrux, Riddle's diary (since he was separated from the resurrection stone, he can only stay in the diary honestly), some Galleon and Muggle banknotes, Earrings with eavesdropping magic given by Riddle in the previous world, and some other messy things.

Nora felt a little sad to spend the night alone.

Riddle appeared in front of her again, with an unpleasant look on his face.

"Speaking of which, how did you find the Room of Requirement?" Nora changed the subject.

Now, she's trying to make a part smaller.How did the long-lasting shrinking spell invented by Riddle come here?

A smug look flashed across Riddle's face: "There are more secrets hidden in this school than you can imagine."

Single-handedly finding this room that even Dumbledore didn't know about was a testament to Riddle's proficiency in the skill of exploration.

If Nora’s innate skill is climbing, then Merlin’s gift for Riddle must be exploration. He has been good at this since he was a child. Chamber of Secrets.In comparison, Nora's climbing skills have never been of much use.

At school, he didn't tell his "friends" the secret of the house, but he told Nora.Thinking about it now, it doesn't prove how deep their friendship is, it's just that when Tom Riddle found this room, he hadn't figured out what earth-shattering event to use it for.

Nora vaguely remembered that many people who were dissatisfied with Riddle had accidents inexplicably at that time.Falling off a broomstick and breaking a bone, accidentally falling headfirst into a black lake, or being scared out of your wits by hearing strange noises in the middle of the night.

still got more.

"I remembered something," said Nora. "After I 'died', I became a ghost and came to see you secretly, but you didn't know it."

The ghost Nora hid in the dark, watching him quietly.

That incident made him look sad.Everyone knew that the girl who died was very close to him.

When he was alone, he would put away his decadent and sad face, expressionless.It seemed that the girl who died had nothing to do with him.

He still goes to the Room of Requirement, but only this time alone.

Besides, Tom Riddle was Tom Riddle, high-achieving, well-liked, and model for his class.Nora never showed her face in front of him, hiding discreetly by the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Why don't you want him to see it?Don't want to just don't want to.Ghosts don't need a reason to do things.

"You never believed that you would die, Tom." Nuo stretched his waist, "but you will definitely die. If you knew the ending long ago, would you still insist on your choice?"

Riddle didn't answer.

This time, while going to practice Occlumency, Nora happened to run into Harry Potter coming out of Dumbledore's office.

Nora couldn't help but cast her eyes on the boy's forehead first, the lightning-shaped scar showed his connection with Voldemort.

Their eyes meet.

"Hi," said Nora.

"Uh... hello." He replied dryly.

It seems that they are the type who are not good at chatting with people.

Nora walked into the office where Dumbledore was standing by the Pensieve.

"Meet Harry?" he asked, smiling.

"Yes."

"A very remarkable boy. Just, fearless, and full of courage." Dumbledore said, "The most commendable thing is that he can remain kind and pure after experiencing such a tragic childhood. This is difficult for most people, including me. things."

Unlike a certain Slytherin classmate named Tom Riddle, who has a distorted personality since he was a child and wants to take revenge on society.

A boy like that could have grown up without any worries.

"Come here, Nora, I have something to show you."

Nora walked over.

"You must have heard of his speech at the Ministry of Magic."

"What? What speech?"

"I thought you already knew." Dumbledore looked a little surprised.

"Few people mentioned him to me." Nora shrugged, "I don't know much about him now except that he has become an evil dark wizard."

This is at least half true.She really didn't know anything about the Tom Riddle of this world.After all, who would have thought he would accept a Ministry of Magic job?He had always been dismissive of the Ministry of Magic.

"So, you want to know, Nora?" asked Dumbledore. "Want to see what he has become?"

The atrium foyer of the Ministry of Magic was full of noise, the large chandelier overhead was lit, and the floor reflected the bright light.The wide hall was full of wizards and witches, they were whispering, their expressions were either frightened or confused.Everyone consciously leaves an open space - there will be a stage.

Soon, their protagonist appeared.The crowd automatically parted a way for him.The man in black robe slowly walked past everyone's sight with a calm and lazy expression.

His arrival made the crowd suddenly quiet.The look in his eyes made people involuntarily feel fear.

There was silence in the hall.

"Director Riddle, what happened here." A wizard stepped forward and asked, "Where is Minister Taft? Where is she?"

Riddle didn't answer him, his eyes fell on the little wizard.

"Connelly Walter, Director of Magical Transport," he said slowly, "and also a Mudblood."

Connelly blushed: "You are not qualified..."

His words were interrupted forever by a green light.

Connelly fell to the ground with a terrified expression, right at Nora's feet, as everyone around him jumped away screaming.Nora stared into the little wizard's face.

The Pensieve has this benefit, every detail is clearly mapped, whether you want to remember it or not.

"Quiet," Riddle said, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

Of course he was impatient.During all these years, he stayed in this stupid place, and everything he planned and laid out would be realized.He couldn't wait to taste the taste of victory.

The crowd fell silent at his words.Some witches tightly covered their mouths to prevent uncontrollable screaming.

The lights suddenly went out.What lit up again were the faint candles around the hall.

Many wizards wearing white masks appeared in the crowd, and they came out and crawled at Riddle's feet.They said in a tone similar to singing: "Crown our king with the blood of the enemy."

"As you can see, the one who fell was a Mudblood." Riddle said slowly, "However, Muggles like this who have mixed into the wizarding world are now more and more interfering and manipulating our society " He looked around: "The Mudbloods snatch what belongs to us, violate the dignity of pure-blood wizards, and they even take pride in it—"

"They're low bastards!" someone in the crowd yelled frantically. "Get rid of them!"

"This is nonsense!" cried a witch.

Without Riddle's own hands, a Death Eater's Cruciatus Curse hit her, and the witch fell to the ground, her face contorted in pain.

Riddle casually tapped a square-jawed wizard: "Gerent Knott, Director of the Office of Magical Transport Gatekeys, are you willing to be driven by a mudblood?"

"I don't want to!" Nott yelled, his eyes almost bulging out, and he yelled at the fallen witch: "Avada Kedavra." Another green light flashed, and the witch stopped moving.

"Bastards! They should have died!" gasped Nott, his eyes glowing green, making him more beast than werewolf.

"What about you, Rozier?"

"These mudbloods don't deserve to stay here." Rozier shouted, "Long live pure blood!"

"Long live pure blood!" shouted the masked Death Eaters.

Most people raised their hands and shouted together.A few Muggle-born wizards hid in a corner and shivered. The death of two people even made them lose the courage to draw out their wands to resist.

Riddle waved his hand casually, and the voice died down immediately, and the people looked at him with fanatical eyes.

"Of course mudbloods can exist—as servants of real wizards, they should receive the same education as house elves and recognize their identities." Riddle said, "However, are our enemies just these mudbloods? ?”

"Our real enemy is there." He pointed his wand at the ceiling: "Just above our heads, Muggles occupy most of the world in arrogance, while wizards who are better than them carefully hide their Existence—is this fair? Is this in line with the rules? However, the successive Ministers of Magic have carefully maintained this rule for their own interests and for the support of those mudbloods and pure-blood traitors. Because of their weakness, they The melons are just like today, expanding their territory recklessly. But we are hiding underground like mice!"

A Death Eater knelt before Riddle, and even with the mask on, Nora recognized him by his blond hair as Absaxter Malfoy: "Lead us back to pure-blood glory, my lord, Lord Dark Duke."

"I will follow you to the death, Lord Dark Duke." Nott and Rozier also knelt tremblingly, kissing Riddle's robe corner, "You are the only king."

More and more people knelt down, regardless of pure blood or mixed blood, they crawled to his feet one by one, kissed the corner of his robe, and expressed their sincerity.In the end, the only people standing in the room were Riddle, Nora and Dumbledore who were bystanders.

She observed his expression carefully, and as expected, she saw ambition, self-satisfaction, and contempt from childhood.A smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, straight across Nora.

He would not know that someone was watching his performance through memory.So what if he knew?Nothing can change him.Tom Riddle will become Voldemort, only the process will change.

"Magic is power," he said, lifting his chin, waving his wand as if dusting off his cloak, and the statue that had been standing in the hall fell to the ground, reduced to dust.The Death Eaters surrounding him raised their wands, and a huge Dark Mark emerged from the tip of their wands.

The memory came to an abrupt end.They went back to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

"The memory came from a half-blood wizard who was there. I didn't search for his memories - they were too painful. He was always guilty of what he did because he stood by and didn't dare to fight back. "Dumbledore's expression rarely became serious. "Later they began to slaughter Muggle-born wizards. The then Minister of Magic, Wilmina Taft, was also killed, and her body was hung at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic for public display."

"That was only the beginning," said Dumbledore. "That speech made many centrists fall for him. Some even defended his bloody methods in the newspapers. Over the next ten years, Voldemort continued to gather strength and took office. The wizards at the top of the Ministry of Magic have become Voldemort's supporters. After his full rise, the Ministry of Magic has completely become his puppet."

"He's smart, very smart, arguably the most gifted student Hogwarts has ever had." Dumbledore sighed. "He knows the Ministry of Magic too well, and he knows the weaknesses of wizards too well. He makes people It is too hard to trust each other. The shadow of doubt hangs over the entire wizarding world."

"It's terrible," Nora murmured.

"But you won't be intimidated by that," said Dumbledore, his expression softening. "Nora Gray was a brave Gryffindor, as far as I know."

"You overestimate me, Professor."

"Learn to trust yourself, Nora," said Dumbledore at last. "You have the power in you to defeat him."