[HP] The Elegance of the Night

On the night of Valentine's Day, Harry Potter returned to his bed in the dormitory early, and he wanted to study Tom's diary carefully.The other books were stained bright red by spilled ink, but this diary was as clean as ever.

The day after discovering the diary, Harry had been to the showroom, and the gold medal with Tom Riddle's name engraved on it was kept in a display case in the corner.The school's special contribution award did not say why it was awarded, and Tom's name was found on an old good character medal and a list of former boys' student union presidents.

Tom was just as good as Harry imagined.But why would Tom, who recovered his memory a year ago, refuse to tell him anything?

It wasn't until he picked up the diary that he came into contact with Tom's past. Tom begged him not to open the diary. This was a past that he didn't want to be known.

He asked Harry to carry the diary, a dark magic item that would make him less weak if he absorbed its magic, but Harry refused.

This is the first time the blue-eyed boy has refused so firmly.

Tom, the man who had been with Harry for seven years, concealed too much.The little boy who had always believed in him had gradually lost his trust in him during the long wait.

Friendship based on lies is like a pyramid made of sand, which cannot withstand wind and rain.

Harry Potter is no longer that thin little boy who can only rely on him.Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they will take root and sprout in the heart.The pain of the purification potion was more painful than death, which made Harry Potter vaguely realize something, and the appearance of this diary turned the feeling of anxiety into betrayal in the end.

Having performed Occlumency on himself, Harry Potter sat on his four-poster bed and opened the diary. There was not a trace of red ink on the blank pages in the diary. Harry took a bottle from the bedside table. New ink, dipped the quill pen into the bottle, for a moment, the blue-eyed boy hesitated, the ink dripped on the white paper, like a drop of blood.

"My name is Harry Potter." The blue-eyed boy wrote down his name after all.The ink shone brightly on the paper for a second, then disappeared without a trace, and a line of graceful letters appeared on the paper.

Hello, Harry Potter.My name is Tom Riddle...

Nagini hissed on Igil's bed with his tail around the double-sided mirror. Tom Slytherin in the mirror listened quietly, tapping his fingertips regularly on the tabletop from time to time, thinking .

The diary actually came into the hands of Harry Potter. The last thing he wanted to see happened. He was not worried about whether the two Horcruxes would unite. If they knew of each other's existence, they would greedily plunder each other. energy of.He was worried that it was Harry Potter, how much did the savior really know?

The red-eyed man originally wanted to absorb the soul piece in the lightning-shaped scar silently, and then control the savior with lies.Now he had to think about how to gain the trust of the savior.

Maybe...he should do it another way?

There was a brief moment of silence as Tom Slytherin worked out his plan in his head.

"Now that Harry Potter has the diary, let the Horcrux end before him."

But before that, he will drain this little Horcrux to its last remaining value.

After making up his mind, the red-eyed man gave an evil smile in the mirror, and he signaled Nagini to hand over the double-sided mirror to Igil. His wine-red eyes were bright and beautiful: "Igil, it seems that the following It's up to you to do something."

He didn't want too many people to know about the Horcrux. He would order Lockhart to cancel the operation. The blond man was really not very smart, and all previous plans were disrupted.

The red-eyed man originally wanted to take back the diary silently, but now that things have developed like this, he can only give up this little nourishment.

For the Savior, Dumbledore, and Slytherin, sacrificing the diary is indeed the wisest choice.

As the days go by, the second year students have new things to think about during the Easter break, and it's time for them to choose their third year courses.The little snakes sat in the Slytherin common room with a list and discussed, arithmetic divination, ancient runes, protection of magical creatures, Muggle research, which one to choose?This may relate to later credits.

Draco directly took the list of courses filled out by Igil, and filled in the same subjects as him without thinking. Igil smiled when he saw what he filled in. When they returned to the dormitory, Pansy was still in the ancient rune Making a difficult choice between the two courses of arithmetic and divination.

Ellie has always met Ginny in the library these days. She looks out of her mind. Ellie guesses that she must be troubled by the diary. In the original book, she is in Gryffindor, so there is no need to worry about not being able to enter the dormitory. Now trying to get the password to the Gryffindor common room.

It's okay, she will help her.

Ellie invited Ginny to play in her dormitory, and naturally let Ginny know the password.Sure enough, things were the same as in the original book. On the night before the game between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, Harry Potter's room was turned into a mess.Tom Riddle's diary is missing.

"Only Gryffindors can steal, and no one else knows our password." Hermione was stunned when she heard the news.Ellie also pretended to be surprised.She felt very sad for deceiving her friends, but if the plot didn't follow the direction of the original book, the ending might not be so happy. She didn't want her friends to be hurt in the cruel war in the future.

All for the greater good...

The next morning, the weather was clear and sunny, with a pleasant breeze blowing gently. Today was the day of the match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. At eleven o'clock, Igil came across the stadium with the bustling crowd. In the auditorium, Draco followed him, looking at the members of the Gryffindor team viciously. If he hadn't lost to them, he should be on the field now instead of sitting in the audience.

The teams of the two houses entered the arena amidst the cheers of the crowd. The little lions were doing warm-up exercises, and the little badgers in light yellow clothes hurriedly discussed tactics in the last minute.

Mrs. Hooch released the ball, and the whistle was about to blow, when Professor McGonagall suddenly ran and walked across the field, holding a huge purple microphone in his hand.

"The game is cancelled," she said into the packed bleachers through a microphone, which boos and yelled disapprovingly.

"Could it be that the Gryffindor team had a stomachache today, and Professor McGonagall used his privileges for fear of losing the game?" Draco guessed viciously, and Igil shook his head helplessly. Lost the Gryffindor team's chances.

"Something may have happened, Draco." Igil turned his head to his side, and Pansy nodded to him, before disappearing into the crowd.

It wasn't long before they returned to the Slytherin common room when Pansy brought back news that word had already spread from Gryffindor, another double attack.

Hermione from Gryffindor and a girl from Ravenclaw were both petrified.

"It's too bad," Draco sighed, leaning on the huge armchair, "all the students in the other three houses were petrified, but we were all safe and sound. Who is the heir of Slytherin? Because he Our actions have made life difficult for us.”

Pansy put her face in her hands, and the fan was put aside, "Actually, on my way back, they looked at me in the wrong way, and that Gryffindor named Lee Jordan was clamoring why not just put all All the Slytherins kicked out, it's too bad."

"..." Igil sat on the armchair, his fingernails were sunken into the palms of his hands for several months.

"All students must return to the common room of their college by eight o'clock in the evening. No student is allowed to leave the dormitory building after this time. Every class is escorted by a teacher. No student is allowed without a teacher. Use of lavatories. All Quidditch practice and matches are postponed. No more activity in the evening. Repeat..."

At this time, Professor McGonagall's speech came from the school radio, which made the depressed atmosphere of the little snakes even more gloomy.

"It's bad."

[Hiss...] Nagini swam back from the kitchen after eating and drinking, and Igil grabbed her and took her directly back to the dormitory.

"Igil, where are you going?" Draco asked, Igil glanced at the little snake, and gave an explosive answer: "Take her to take a bath."

"..." The Slytherins were cold, and Black's eyes were full of murderous intent, but he didn't look like he would be caring enough to help pets clean up.

"He probably wants to be quiet and think about things slowly when he is alone." Draco explained the behavior of his roommate with a string of gorgeous arias.

[Hiss... a snake's life...] The little girl Nagini was taken back to the dormitory by Igil and thrown directly on the bed, hissing like a victim about to be forced [Don't come here... hiss...] "Hand it over, Nagini." Igil cast a soundproof spell around the bed and said. "Two-way mirror!"

[Hiss... so scary...] Nagini shuddered, and Igil's expression made her think that the late festival would not be safe. (Hey, you're thinking too much!)

After handing over the double-sided mirror, Nagini shrank into Igil's quilt, and Igil called Tom Slytherin to the double-sided mirror, and the man with red eyes appeared in the mirror after a while.

"Igil, I just received the news, and I'm about to contact you." The red-eyed man's leering gaze made Igil smile, and his father Tom seemed to have a plan in mind.

"Tell me about your plans, Father," said Igil. "The honor of Slytherin has faded."

"Don't worry, Igil." The red-eyed man smiled, "My Horcrux will not miss this, so his next target will be a Slytherin."

With a noble pureblood life as the nutrient for resurrection, there is no more suitable candidate than the pureblood traitor.

"Ginny Weasley, has the diary returned to her?" Igil asked.He had heard about what happened yesterday, that Potter's room had been turned upside down.

The red-eyed man nodded gracefully, "There is always a way to get it back into her hands." His Horcrux will not be abandoned halfway. Ginny Weasley was the target from the beginning, but Harry Potter Variables, maybe the result will not be as it wants. Standing behind the savior is Dumbledore. At the age of 16, he can't win against the mutated old bee.

"Igil, only you can know what to do next. As for that stupid subordinate of mine," the red-eyed man raised his forehead. Appointing this kind of subordinate was the worst thing he ever did. It wasn't enough, so he reused Lucius.

"Don't let him know the existence of the Horcrux, let him rest if necessary."

"Nagini," the silver-green snake crawled out from under the quilt, waiting for his call, "let that damned old man out, if this is not the time, I really don't want to see him again!"

Nagini's tail reached into the bowknot pocket and groped for a while, and a delicate golden photo frame flicked out with her tail.

"Tom Slytherin, you unworthy son!" The same red-eyed handsome man in the frame roared as soon as he appeared.

"Oh, my venerable ancestor, I'm busy rescuing your poor pet." Tom removed the soundproofing charm on the mirror.Seeing Igil's appearance, you can know how loud his barking is. Poor baby Igil, it's not that he doesn't want to remind his son that there are not many opportunities to see the true face of his ancestors. If he misses it, he will regret it like he did back then. And.

"If you want your Basilisk to be safe and sound, you must listen to me." Tom Slytherin met the eyes of the red-eyed handsome man in the portrait on the other side of the mirror, sparking a spark of unfriendliness, "It petrified Got 4 Mudbloods, and a Squib skinny cat."

"A cat? A cat!" The handsome man with red eyes in the portrait couldn't believe it. His expression was full of humiliation and his face was distorted.

"Who is he?" Igil asked in a low voice, don't tell him that this man is Slytherin, one of the Big Four.

"Ah - you are Igil Slytherin? My dear great great great great great great grandson. As you can see, I am your ancestor Salazar Slytherin, why aren't your eyes Red!"

"My name is Igil Black—" Igil's words made the red-eyed handsome man in the frame glare at Tom Slytherin. "You idiot, fool, idiot, scum..."

"Shut up, old man, Igil will be surnamed Slytherin in the future! I have cursed his eyes, don't you think it's not eye-catching with double rabbit eyes?"

"Then who was so eager to beg me..."

"You old liar, you should be left in the secret room..."

Two elegant men with the same red eyes quarreled through the mirror and picture frame regardless of their image, and Igil was in a mess in the wind.

"It's not true..." Slytherin's honor, Slytherin's honor!

Nagini looked at Igil sympathetically, this is one of the trials that the descendants of the Slytherin family always go through.That's how Tom came here.

So little master, you must hold on!