You have to cosplay even if you die!

Early in the morning, there was a burst of frenzied exclamations from the common room belonging to Slytherin, which made this cold morning alive all of a sudden.

When Parinoa wakes up in the morning, she just wants to take the notebook with her—earlier, she wrote down her essays stroke by stroke in her own little notebook, and the familiar and nostalgic way makes her writing style involuntarily move toward Go with the ease at that time.

However, when she picked up the notebook and subconsciously glanced inside, the notebook was clean and blank, and even the special and pleasant smell of ink was gone.

Perinoya was silent for a few seconds, then held the back of the book in one hand, shaking and shaking, countless pages rattled, as if something could fall out of it.

"Eat my manuscript?! My laptop's spicy chicken word is afraid to do this?! Who cares if your notebook in the wizarding world can still swallow the content, but how can you spit it out for me?! "

Steve and young Tom, who were in the diary, couldn't help sensing the noises coming from all directions. Before Steve could ask Tom about the current situation, young Tom's eyes flashed red, and then there seemed to be a Something cold escaped from the diary.

However, just before this malicious magic power touched the girl, Perinoa squinted her eyes, and threw the notebook onto her bed with her hands.

The green curtain hangs down from the bed frame. The young Tom, who gritted his teeth and spent mana poking his head out of the diary, saw this familiar dormitory, and was taken aback immediately, "Slytherin? The Sorting Hat was finally instigated by the old bee to go to Slytherin." Gauge his eyeliner?"

"It turned out that it wasn't the notebook that swallowed my manuscript, but a voyeur living in the notebook." A faint voice came from behind him, and young Tom was shocked to find that he couldn't move at all when the voice appeared. .

"Excellent soul magic, miss." Young Tom said with difficulty, even though he only felt that the magic power in his whole body was restrained in place and could not work at all. Parinoa touched her arm.

Parinoa quickly realized, her eyes widened, "What are you looking at? Hmm? Peeping Tom?"

Young Tom watched her pick up the diary again, he could only be dragged forward a little bit, feeling a little bad in his heart, "Where are you going to take it?"

"Of course I went to the principal." Perinoa said as if she had to go to the police for something.

"..." There is no need to think that the current Hogwarts must still be ruled by the old bee. If the main soul has the ability to dismiss the old bee, then he must have come out of the diary long ago.

So he could only put on the innocent smile when he wanted to fool Steve for the first time, "Maybe it's just a misunderstanding? Give me a chance and I'll be able to explain it..."

"Tom? This smile really doesn't suit you, nor does it suit the current scene."

Hearing this voice that made him confused, young Tom just wanted to cover his face now.

However, Perinoa yelled out in surprise after hearing only the beginning: "Captain?! Oh, I finally found you...Wait, Captain, why are you floating in the sky?"

A white shirt was not loose or tight on his body. Ever since he realized that he could change his attire at will, Steve also took off his tight combat uniform and changed into an ordinary everyday attire.

Everyone always likes to tease him about his age. Among them, Tony took the lead in various nicknames, but in fact Steve’s age is actually very young. Maybe he dresses more casually and youthfully. Can be mixed into the queue of students.

"Finally? It seems that you have met someone?" Steve nodded, and then seemed to think of something, "Where did you go alone a while ago? Peter hesitated and didn't tell us...don't say Are you time traveling alone?"

After making some reasonable guesses about the descriptions of the two gems, Steve has also figured out something.

Seeing his serious demeanor, Perinoya could only pinch her nose and admit everything.

……

"The captain is in this notebook?"

During the flying class, the two of them hid in a small corner like paddling in a physical education class, chatting while basking in the sun.

Peter held the notebook and looked at it with his head tilted. The cover of the notebook shook slightly, and young Tom showed a head in it.

The little spider was so startled that he threw the notebook out.

Young Tom, who had been admonished by Steve, and mainly intimidated by the girl's completely different magic, had finally become a lot more honest. Even so, he still squinted his eyes and expressed his disgust at the boy's school uniform.

Peter covered his mouth and couldn't help shouting: "Who is he?"

Perinoa clapped her hands, "Tom Riddle," young Tom couldn't be more black-faced when he heard this address, "I used to use the name Voldment, that's the YouKnowWho who stole my registration code."

Young Tom liked the name so much, but suddenly appeared here, it can only be said that the girl has grasped the fact that he wanted to hide anyway.

"Harry's enemy?" Peter's complexion became complicated, and Parinoa also felt belatedly, and touched her head.

Young Tom felt his eyelids twitch, "If there is anyone who has a grudge against "I", there is really only one person... What the main soul does has nothing to do with me."

Parinoa looked up and didn't look at him, she shrugged, feeling that she couldn't get along with him.

And Peter, who had become an iron buddy with Harry for a long time, stared at young Tom empathetically, the complex emotions in his eyes directly forced the latter back into his diary.

"...So what should we do about Quirrell's situation?"

Parinoa, who had planned to figure out a way to get the captain out of the diary and then destroy the diary, tilted her head in puzzlement when she heard Peter suddenly change the subject.

Peter explained: "In any case...it is better for Harry to decide the final outcome of the diary, and the most urgent thing is to hide the malicious people in the school."

Listening to what he said, Parinoa rubbed her temples, "The suspicion of Quirrell is gone, I have an idea now—"

The two murmured for a while, and Peter was in a daze when he heard her thoughts.

"So if he really loses his composure in class, you have to protect the students on one side. To be on the safe side, let's ask Mr. Banner to help?"

Peter, who was about to nod, suddenly stopped, "Dr. Banner... help?!"

What if the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom wasn't wanted? !

The garlic on both sides of the classroom of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had been hanging for a whole semester. The strong smell made every little wizard who came to the class unavoidably have to be mentally prepared for a long time.The disgust on the Slytherin side was almost overflowing, and the Gryffindor side was not feeling well either.

Before waiting for Professor Quirrell to enter the classroom to teach, Draco, who was full of boredom, looked left and right, and with a guilty conscience cast towards the seat of Perinoa, who used to sit at the end to avoid blocking their sight He caught his gaze, then frowned.

The seats were empty, and Parinoa hadn't come yet.

"Tsk." He didn't know what his father sent, but he also had a little understanding of black magic objects, and he was a little uneasy.His father meant to let him hand over the diary to any Gryffindor, preferably a junior student, but he was stubborn that night, because that rude "Inspirit" directly made The golden eagle left the diary at the door of Parinoa.

Harry seemed to have noticed Draco turning his head frequently, and for a moment the two boys unexpectedly met their eyes.

Since his 11th birthday, Harry felt that his whole life had undergone tremendous changes. The world of wizards was bizarre, but it was enough for him to cherish it.The platinum-haired boy was only about the same age as him, and he was domineering but not to the point of "evil". He accepted many opinions from his friend Peter, and at the same time, he had a Slytherin friend like Perinoa. Slytherin's feelings are not as disgusting as other Gryffindors.

If he wasn't the famous savior, this "favor" for Slytherin would be enough for him to be excluded in Gryffindor, right?

Seeing that the time was almost up, Professor Quirrell, who looked weak, also came to the classroom and was preparing to teach.He just straightened the purple scarf on his head, swept across two familiar empty seats, and the door of the classroom opened again.

Peter, who was walking in front, went straight to the front seat of Gryffindor - and that usually belonged to Hermione.After the two whispered, Hermione sat behind Harry with a surprised expression.

Before Harry could turn to ask Hermione what Peter had said to her, he heard murmurs of disbelief from the Slytherin side, and he saw someone whose forehead scar was starting to ache.

A tall and handsome Slytherin boy was standing at the door of the classroom with a black leather diary in his arms. His smooth black hair stuck to his neck, and his black eyes swept across all the students inadvertently. His aura also had an inexplicable deterrent effect, which quickly made the first-year Slytherin students stop their discussions.

However, Draco watched him, only to feel that his cold sweat was about to break down.As the heir of the Malfoy family, Draco's memory is of course quite good. There are only a few Slytherin students at school, not to mention being able to fully name the list of all the students. Anyway, seeing that person, the name and family are always enough eloquently.

But he didn't recognize this boy - he was not a student of Hogwarts, and the diary in his arms, he clearly remembered, was the one he entrusted the golden eagle to put at the door of Paranoia.

Tom Riddle is worthy of being a character who could influence a generation back then. Even if he was still a little young, his demeanor has been integrated into his flesh and blood, and it is easy for the little snakes who are like him to resonate with him .

Professor Quirrell firmly grasped the wand in his hand, his face was pale, and Voldemort's mood swings in the back of his head were fed back to him as a carrier, which was extreme pain, but he couldn't let the students see the difference.

"I seem to have gone to the wrong classroom." Having obtained 17 years of Voldemort's life from young Tom, Perinoa said to Quirrell lightly, raised her eyebrows, and looked directly at him.

Quirrell still had to put on his stammer, "I, I don't seem to, haven't, seen, seen you?"

Perinoa raised her hand and tapped her temple, with a subtle smirk on her lips, "Professor, your memory seems to need to be improved, the relationship between us..."

"Isn't it as tight as glue?"

Quirrell only felt that his head was hurting more, and the information Voldemort clamored in his mind shocked him, if the boy in front of him was another, younger Dark Lord who split out somehow... Then why did this person come to him?

The irascible demon king at the back of his head was still tormenting his body and mind, and the chuckle of the young demon king in front of him seemed to have unintentionally stirred his mind.

... He didn't even notice when the boy walked out.

"professor?"

Later, the girl reminded him, and when he looked down at Perinoa's expression, he realized that this Defense Against the Dark Arts class had already started for a long time.

However, when he reacted, he suddenly stared at the notebook on the girl's desk.

The black leather notebook lay quietly on the desk, exactly the same as the one I saw just now.