[HP] Noble

In the light from the front of Riddle's wand, Scorpius clearly saw the shocked expression on the face of the big man standing in front of them—the gamekeeper 24 years ago looked very young, at least Most of his face was not covered by a messy beard and hair, and he still had short hair that looked very energetic, but his bald face combined with his tall figure made him look a little silly.

Young Haigruber looked completely stunned.

He just opened his mouth wide and looked at the male student body president who suddenly jumped out of the shadows, and for a moment he seemed to lose his ability to hear English-in fact, he looked confused and panicked, as if he didn't understand it at all. He understood what the formidable senior in front of him was saying, but he seemed to understand what he said, so he completely panicked at his words.

"Excuse me, sir?" Young Hagrid blinked, "I don't quite understand—"

"You and your monsters must be handed over to Principal Dippet's office tonight, Mr. Ruburt." Riddle said, "Actually, I can completely understand your fondness for dark creatures, which are sometimes so bloodthirsty that you can't see them." You think they are actually the purest creatures in the world - they are more pure than unicorns - however, this is not a reason for us to raise them and let them wantonly hurt their companions."

Hagrid seemed to have finally understood Riddle's words, and he showed a surprised expression: "What? No no no—8 Aragog didn't kill people—it doesn't kill people—and you know, those who were attacked The symptoms corresponding to the students are simply not something a big spider can do, there is only one creature in this world that has the ability to 'petrify'! We all know what it is!"

"I don't know." Riddle said softly, "I just know that the Ministry of Magic issued an ultimatum to Hogwarts. If we can't find a solution to the matter before the end of this week, Hogwarts Will be closed forever - many people will be forced to leave - forced to leave the wizarding world."

As Riddle spoke, he took a step closer to Hagrid—at the same time, all of them heard a rustling sound suddenly coming from the sarcophagus behind Hagrid, as if There was a multi-legged limb behind the sarcophagus frantically scratching the back of the sarcophagus lid with its sharp claws.

Hagrid looked like he was going crazy.

In fact, when Riddle denied that he knew the truth about the "thing that came out of the chamber of secrets", he had already vaguely felt something bad... Yes, Hagrid does have absolute knowledge about the study of magical animals. He is better than other people of the same age, but this does not mean that he is better than Tom Riddle - everyone knows that the male student chairman is a rare all-rounder, there is nothing he does not know, just Even Quidditch - because Slytherin's captain is Riddle, even with James Potter, the Gryffindor team has never been able to get much money.

And Tom Riddle never even showed up on the broomstick.

But in his sixth grade year, he took over the "Best Player", the highest individual award in the Quidditch game, from Principal Dippet.

He's also the only house captain in Hogwarts history who has never held any actual position during an entire team game - his role is simply to sit there, roll out a piece of parchment, and take a break at halftime Tell his players what to do next in the short time, and then, turn things around, get out of the predicament with a bad game situation, or make a good game situation better.

Young Hagrid looked utterly bewildered at this moment - apparently he couldn't figure out why Riddle was playing dumb and ignoring what he was saying.

But Hagrid didn't know that this didn't mean that Scorpius, who was a bystander, would follow suit—in fact, he could almost use shock to describe his feelings at this time. He never thought that being forced The anxious Dark Lord would actually use such a despicable method as "scapegoat", and the reason why he could think of this seems to be entirely due to the credit of James Potter's unrestrained speech.

"Rubidus, get out of the way."

The fluorescent flickering spell on the tip of Riddle's wand was silently extinguished—in the flickering candlelight, the tip of his wand pointed straight at the big man not far away. His tall body like a door panel moved away from the front of the sarcophagus!

"It's not it, it's not it! Aragog is just an eight-eyed spider, for God's sake, Riddle, you know that eight-eyed spiders can't have the ability to petrify enemies!" Hagrid yelled sadly , his voice almost overwhelmed the blizzard whizzing by outside the window, becoming the only voice in the empty corridor...

In the face of the Dark Lord, losing control of your emotions usually means that you have lost more than half.

"Don't make me repeat the same thing for the third time, Ruburt, I don't want to hurt you, listen to me now—get out of the way!" Riddle lowered his voice, and now his voice no longer sounded as low and magnetic as before Now, he was almost speaking in a breathy voice, at first glance it even sounded like a snake hissing and spitting out its core!

"Eight-eyed spiders don't have the ability to petrify!" Hagrid just struggled needlessly, as if he was suffering from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, he repeated what he thought was the most important sentence, "What we are looking for is Descendants of the witch Medusa - some related magical animal - ancient - dangerous, with the deadliest eyes in the world! Think what that is, Mr. Riddle!"

"No matter what it is," Riddle said lightly, raising the corners of his lips, "it doesn't matter anymore, we must hand over this eight-eyed spider, because what the Ministry of Magic needs is a murderer, not a truth."

After the young Dark Lord finished speaking, he quickly uttered a quick and complicated spell as he finished speaking—Scorpius swore he had never seen such a spell before, and he suspected that it was Riddle's self-created spell— ——In fact, many wizards who have some research on magic itself like to do this, because spells and spells are intertwined and restrained. Except for the famous "Three Unforgivable Spells", there is no other spell in the world that cannot be used. Any enchantment that is unenchanted.

Unless, its corresponding lifting spell has not been found yet.

There are only two possibilities for this situation. In the first case, the wizard who cast the spell is using a newly created spell, and the corresponding contact spell has not been found yet.

In the second case, the corresponding lifting spell of the spell has never been found - this kind of situation has only happened three times in the long history of magic. Forgive spells" aren't special just because they're "cruel" or "deadly," they're pushed to such a high dangerous low level simply because there's no way to break them.

For unknown knowledge, people always maintain subconscious fear and rejection.

—Like Hagrid now.

When he heard Riddle use a spell he was completely unfamiliar with, the expression on his face made one wonder for a moment whether he had really picked up Death, and when a beam of orange light shot from the front of the young Dark Lord's wand, the idiot This was the best possible use of his body—Scorpius swears, this was probably the most agile Hagrid had ever been in his life. The yellow beam—

Thus, the beam of magic shot from the front end of Riddle's wand hit the sarcophagus that he had originally concealed firmly!

boom -

Accompanied by the loud sound of the broken stones splashing and cracking, Hagrid, who fell to the ground in embarrassment, let out an urgent roar!

At the same time, in the dust and smoke rolled up by the gravel and dust, everyone saw a furry and very huge eight-legged spider quickly crawling out of the sarcophagus. One of the spider's glasses seemed to be the size of a tennis ball. , when it started to climb quickly towards the roof, Scorpius saw that Riddle, who was standing on the ground, raised his wand again, aiming the tip of the wand at the huge giant with no expression on his face. spider--

"No no no!"

Howling, Hagrid got up from the ground and slammed his body into Riddle - caught off guard by the impact, the young dark magician staggered, and waved his wand lightly - Scorpius didn't even see him After chanting the spell, the Gryffindor boy flew out sideways like a hill!

However, at this moment Riddle never looked at Hagrid again, his attention was completely on the spider——

"One person and one dangerous animal must be handed over." Riddle looked condescendingly at Hagrid who fell into a pile of armor ruins, and said in a cold-blooded voice, "There is no better candidate than you." Now, Ruburt, and I think you'll get used to it sooner or later, and even rejoice in it, for this appropriate sacrifice—you've traded Hogwarts's future for a precious future."

As Riddle said, he was so focused that he didn't even notice the hurried footsteps of a third party coming from the end of the corridor - he just focused on pointing the tip of his wand once again at the momentary corner of the wall. The direction of the eight-eyed spider——

When the footsteps are getting closer and closer.

Scorpius seemed to see a tall, lanky figure hurrying towards them out of the darkness, and at the same time, a green light shot from the tip of Riddle's wand.

"..."

And then, Scorpius didn't have a chance to know who the person who came hurriedly was.

There is no way to guess what the green light that makes people have bad associations represents.

Because at this moment, the diary's dream ended abruptly—as if Riddle didn't want others to see what happened next, Scorpius was ruthlessly thrown out of the young student of the Dark Lord The memory of the era, when he came back to his senses, the white shirt on his body was completely soaked in cold sweat, and he was almost slumped on the soft sofa in his dormitory.

Everything around him looked familiar.

Only the clock was pointing to 05:30 in the morning, and he sat there in a cold sweat, with a black notebook kept open in front of him.

Everything seemed real and illusory, as if he had just had an absurd nightmare due to delusional disorder that made one wonder if it really happened.

...have to say, this feels really bad, I hope no one else reads this memory.

Tom Riddle is a master at taking things out of context.

Now, if someone who doesn’t know anything about it reads this diary, I am afraid that the instigator of everything back then is the poor hunting ground manager—once this misunderstanding occurs, the whole incident will be completely destroyed. The research direction will undergo a complete change—people will only wonder when the eight-eyed spider learned the ability of "petrification", and no one will think about what Hagrid once mentioned in memory, about the witch Medu Sha's descendants and things like that.