The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

When Riddle turned to Dumbledore, the smile had disappeared, and there was a trace of coldness in his eyes.

"A little gift she deserves." He said with slight disgust, sweeping the red ribbon from Ginny's braid, "You should know, Dumbledore, that if there's a problem with that fussing rope of yours it's Happier than anyone else."

"That's right..." Dumbledore's eyes became sharper, with a meaningful hint, "Unless, Miss Weasley is voluntary."

Ginny suddenly covered her mouth, bent down and retched at the table.

Riddle glanced at it, turned around and walked towards the high platform of the teaching staff, and when he passed by, he dropped a malicious joke.

"I don't mind if you have a good talk with her, Dumbledore."

There was no smile on Dumbledore's face, contrary to his usual kind and playful image, Harry and his eyes met, feeling uneasy for the first time.Those piercing eyes flowed through the tip of the nose like a sharp sword, and landed on the diary, slightly frozen.

Harry unconsciously hugged the hardcover book in his arms, and didn't immediately realize the meaning of this action.

Before he could react, Dumbledore's eyes turned to Ginny, who was retching.

"Miss Weasley, please come to my office after dinner." He bent down, stroked Ginny's back, and judged her condition intently, "I will prepare lemongrass tea for you."

Ginny suppressed the feeling of nausea, stood up straight with a pale face and nodded, looking slightly relieved.But before she could sit upright and respond to the concerned gazes of the people around her, the nausea surged up again, forcing her to lie back at the table and retch again.

Ron next to him finally had the consciousness of being a big brother, and quickly imitated Dumbledore's way of stroking her back.

"I think it's better for Miss Weasley to go back to her dormitory and rest first." Seeing this, Dumbledore sighed.

Everyone feels the same way.Ron stood up and wanted to help her leave, but Hermione stopped him.

"I'll take her back to the dormitory." She looked uglier than Ginny, stared at her deeply, but said to Ron, "You can't enter the girls' dormitory."

The girls' dormitory in Gryffindor did have protective magic to prevent the intrusion of the opposite sex. Ron couldn't send people to the room, so he had to make way.

Harry watched their backs as they left, and felt that Hermione's mood was not right.The way she looked at Ginny was even a bit... If he had to say it, it could be called reproach.

It's odd that Ginny has done nothing wrong.

The diary in his hand suddenly became slightly hot, interrupting Harry's thoughts.

He opened the cover, and a line of words emerged on the blank page inside.

[Who are you looking at. ]

Harry was slightly taken aback, and looked up at the staff desk.

Riddle sat majestically in the middle of the long table. On one side was the principal Dumbledore, and on the other was the teaching assistant Paris. He wore a school uniform but did not look immature, but had a fresh determination.

He was slicing the plate indifferently, and as if sensing Harry's gaze, he raised his head slightly and cast a glare.

That inadvertent and vaguely intimidating manner made people wonder if he wrote the words in the diary.

But there is no doubt that it was he who wrote it.

His eyes said it all.

Harry wanted to accuse him of doing things to Ginny, but a wave of light joy appeared in his eyes uncontrollably, but the expected effect was not achieved at all.

No way, facing Tom's long-lost jealousy, Harry felt great.

"What are you laughing at, Harry?" Without waiting for his good mood to last for a while, Ron who was sitting across from him said abruptly, with a rather bad tone, "My sister was... killed, are you happy?"

The smile on Harry's face faded instantly.

"I do not have……"

"You didn't?" Ron asked sharply, digging his fork into the sausage on the plate. "I saw it."

"I'm not happy that she was killed!" Harry growled, "I just... I...!"

The words came to my lips and I couldn't continue.

Ron's condemning gaze was so strong that he couldn't express his subtle little chuckle.Under the righteous questioning of the other party, it almost seemed dirty and ridiculous.

Ron stopped talking and lowered his head to cut the sausage.Harry's face paled by himself.

Only then did he realize that he couldn't enjoy the jealousy of his lover like ordinary young people.

Secretly watching the teachers' dining table here, I don't know how much I can see. Anyway, Riddle was the first to put down the fork, and there were not many things on the plate.

He locked his eyes in Harry's direction, his brows were slightly raised, and he folded his long legs to move.

The timing was very clever, Dumbledore got up before him.

The auditorium was still chatting noisily, but after seeing this, it quickly quieted down, waiting for the old principal to make the last announcement.

Riddle's gaze paused, and he turned back to Dumbledore. Knowing what he was going to say, he leaned back on the seat back.

"Everyone has almost eaten. In order to get back to our warm bed quickly, I will simply say something about the huge changes in our teaching staff." Dumbledore paused to ensure everyone's attention, then said , "As we all know, Professor Snape is not only our potion professor, but also the head of Slytherin house. We must find another professor with rich qualifications and prestige to take up this position for his vacancy. After careful consideration, Considering that, the next Head of Slytherin is—"

When his eyes came into contact with the school uniform on Riddle's body, he paused indiscernibly, then ignored its strange existence, and finished speaking without changing his expression.

"...Professor Riddle, welcome."

Unbelievable discussions broke out in the auditorium, and there were unprecedentedly unanimous and eye-catching cheers from Slytherin House.

If it wasn't for the fact that he had served as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for half a year and gained high popularity among the students, it would have seemed like the headmaster and professors had collectively lost their minds and elected a current student to be the head of a school important task.

Riddle raised one corner of his mouth and stood up to calm the wave of students' curiosity.

"I think I need to explain a little to everyone," he said politely, "about why I am the way I am."

Dumbledore turned sideways in slight surprise, as if he hadn't expected him to be willing to explain the embarrassment.If he didn't say anything, the students and parents who got the news would only think that he, as the appointee, was crazy, and the Dark Lord himself was not afraid of criticism, so he could completely watch from the sidelines.

Riddle ignored him, his eyes drifted from Slytherin on the far left to Gryffindor on the far right, and he spoke amazingly with a smile on his face.

"Actually, I am not Professor Riddle himself."

His eyes seemed to meet Harry's across the air, and he said meaningfully.

"It's just a memory of him."

A memory!

Harry felt like the diary was going to catch fire in his hand.

He stared at him like a ghost, then lowered his head to confirm the diary in his hand.The students around were as puzzled as he was in the second grade, asking in a daze, "What do you mean?" The notebook in his arms opened his mouth wide in horror, even forgetting the hatred towards him just now.

Harry touched the hard cover of the cover with a strange expression, as if he could touch the "memory" on the teaching bench through the air - its feel is the same as in the impression, I don't know if he can feel it over there -

A certain strange association was too stimulating, his Adam's apple rose and fell slightly, and he looked up at Riddle on the stage.

Riddle has already looked away, revealing the secret to everyone calmly.

"Professor Riddle is conducting an experiment. In order to fulfill the responsibility of the head of Slytherin at the same time, he used a kind of advanced magic to create me to replace him to carry out the activities of the professor."

"Although I have most of Professor Riddle's memory, my body and appearance are shaped according to his memory when he was 16 years old, and there is no way to change it, so I have to appear here wearing a school uniform-I think you should not be surprised that he used to be A student in Slytherin? On top of that, I have to keep some of the elements of my 16-year-old life - such as classes and studies - to maintain the stability of my memory."

Having said that, he provoked a smile of interest.

"That's right, given how misleading the teaching staff at Hogwarts might be given this image, after today, I will be present on campus mainly as an ordinary Slytherin student. Defense Against the Dark Arts class The position of professor was officially handed over to Professor Everheart, who was acting before. Except for being the head of Slytherin, I am just like everyone else, just an ordinary sixth-grade student—maybe I will also appear in class, for Slytherins earn gems."

Following his introduction, Palis stood up and nodded to everyone.They didn't communicate with Dumbledore the whole time, as if they had made an appointment in advance.But the old headmaster was completely kept in the dark, but he couldn't question and repent in public, and he couldn't completely turn his back on the confrontation. He could only be dumb and eat coptis, and he had to cooperate on the surface.

Harry was so lost in thought that he didn't notice the panic in Ron's eyes - all the other students showed curiosity and excitement that bordered on surprise - and he looked around but couldn't find anyone who could share his fear.

With Hermione and Ginny away, Ron felt terribly alone.

Throughout the night, the campus was discussing Riddle's bizarre identity——

"A memory! What kind of magic is that? It's too strong. I never knew there was magic that can make a memory an avatar?"

"Professor Riddle is indeed a Slytherin! Will he really attend class with us? It's unbelievable..."

"That guy Everheart can only play tricks, I'd rather Professor Riddle's memory teach us!"

"Did you hear that? This Professor Riddle is 16 years old! He is more handsome than all the boys in the school! He also wears school robes, why do all the Slytherins in our grade look so frustrated?"

"..."

Harry clutched the diary in his pocket, countless thoughts running through his mind.But the most urgent thing is to go back to Gryffindor Tower with Ron and ask about Ginny's situation.

At this time, Ginny was walking to the principal's office accompanied by Hermione.

"I told you already!" Hermione looked very annoyed, "Stop thinking about Harry!"

"But why..." Ginny felt nauseous again in the middle of her sentence, and she paused for a while before finally saying, "I just still have a place for him in my heart... Ugh—" She couldn't help retching for a while, Hermione hurriedly gave her a break, but Ginny held back and said with an ugly face, "I don't have to... You still supported me last semester!"

Hermione pursed her lips: "...I said you will only be more dangerous."

Ginny said angrily, "I'm not stupid. You-Know-Who is at school, and I'll avoid him."

Hermione got angry for a while, stared at her and almost yelled out the truth, and it took a long time to hold back forcefully.The two also walked to the office.

"Come on in," she said finally.

Ginny nodded weakly and knocked on the door.

"Miss Granger, come in too."

Dumbledore's voice came.

Hermione was slightly taken aback, but she was not surprised, and pushed the door open with Ginny's arm.