This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Gilderoy Lockhart is undoubtedly a liar. ♦♦  ♦♦

All signs indicate that his level of magic is not even as good as Vincent's.

However, he was able to write a series of best-selling books and became a well-known wizard sought after by thousands of fans.

People often start to believe lies after they tell them so many times that they even believe them.

Young wizards who are new to the world, such as Harry and Ron, have become increasingly uneasy.

On Mag's left was Lockhart, who was pacing in a panic, and on his right was Vincent, who was lowering his head and thinking about something.

Compared with diaries, students are obviously more important.

If what Lockhart said was true, she would live with regret for the rest of her life.

"Vincent, can you—"

"Wait a minute, Professor McGonagall." Vincent raised his eyes, "Professor Lockhart, do you really not remember anything?"

Lockhart, who was pacing, stopped and said, "Yeah, I just remember waking up here and appearing here. I have no memory of anything that happened before."

"Have you ever heard of a name?"

"What name?"

Vincent's sharp eyes met his big confused face.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Lockhart's blue pupils shrank slightly, and his whole face became more confused, "Should I know this name?"

"Yes, you must know."

Maybe he will regret helping Tom open the secret room, but before he became a victim, he was a complete accomplice.

I woke up just when I was deciding who would keep the diary, and I just forgot everything that happened before.

A little rough, a little urgent.

Mag stood next to Vincent without leaving a trace.

What if the diary didn't belong to Lockhart, but to someone else?

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, this is actually your diary, right?"

Lockhart stood expressionless, "Where did you know this name?"

"Fourth floor, trophy room."

McGonagall quickly looked at the professors.

That Hogwarts Special Contribution Award, some veterans know its origins.

Fifty years ago, a student died.

She is Myrtle Elizabeth Warren.

It doesn't matter who the real culprit is, what matters is whether the matter can be covered up.

So after an outstanding student reported it, Aragog and Hagrid took the blame.

Everyone knew they were innocent. Armando Dippet, the headmaster at the time, knew it, and so did Albus Dumbledore, the future headmaster.

Now, Myrtle's murderer has finally been found.

Right now, right here in the auditorium, right among the students.

Lockhart had been keeping an eye on the professors.

When they started to look at him, he was well prepared and ran towards the students.

"Please stand back, professors."

Even Snape had to listen to him because the kidnapped student was Harry.

"Hand over the diary!" Lockhart revealed his true colors.

He is not some narcissistic idiot professor, but the outstanding student who opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago and framed Hagrid and Aragog, Tom Marvolo Riddle.

All eyes in the auditorium were on Vincent.

Moral kidnapping is indeed a clever trick.

Even if Dumbledore is here, there is a high probability that he will only listen to him.

But what Tom met was Vincent, Vincent who had faced death.

"I know your weakness, Tom—

No matter which you it is, I know it clearly. "

A translucent figure emerged from behind Lockhart.

Handsome face, pale complexion.

He was wearing a Hogwarts uniform and stared at Vincent with a ferocious expression.

"I advise you to seriously consider the consequences."

Lockhart, with dull eyes, grabbed Harry's neck with both hands.

"Do you want to indirectly kill Harry Potter?"

McGonagall turned quickly, but Snape was one step faster.

His sallow face was slightly pale, "Give me the diary, Wayne."

"No, Professor Snape." Vincent took out the Sorting Hat from his school robe and winked at Hermione who was near Lockhart.

"Like I said a long time ago, he has hostages and so do we."

The moment he pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor, Tom's handsome face became even more ferocious.

"I'm not kidding!"

Lockhart tightened his grip.

Harry's entire face turned red and he had given up struggling.

"I'm not kidding either." Vincent held the sword in one hand and took out the diary with the other hand.

"Tom, you flew over death, but in the end you didn't fly over me."

"No!"

The sharp edge of Gryffindor's sword pierced the diary with just a touch.

Tom covered the hole in his chest that was shining brightly, and looked at Harry who was about to lose consciousness.

He manipulated Lockhart and planned to die together, but was stopped by a chair suddenly thrown towards him.

Hermione didn't aim specifically, just swung it towards the back of the bald head.

She used so much force that she knocked Lockhart unconscious.

"Hiss—" Vincent shook his body subconsciously, shaking off the ink dripping from the diary.

The little girl who turned from pink to black is so scary, she will kill her if she attacks her.

He looked at Tom who was in great pain across from him, and then looked down at the holed diary.

Once the soul leaves the body, it will slowly die as time goes by.

Although it is unknown what method was used, if Tom, who was a student, wants to live to this day, he must have a place to stay.

Whether it is a living thing or a dead thing.

"How do you know!" Tom yelled at him hysterically: "Although you can have this knowledge, you can't have the experience to use it flexibly!"

"I am a master of brain occlusion." Vincent raised the Gryffindor sword again, "Born."

Tom became even more angry, "Don't try to use this as an excuse, I know you must have learned-"

"Puff", the diary was pierced again.

In the eyes of many doubts, Vincent slowly drew out the sword, "Sorry, should I wait for him to finish speaking?"

No one thinks that his approach is wrong.

Tom is an enemy, an enemy who is good at deceiving.

The more lies are exposed, the less credible they will be.

Those words that are not sure whether they are true or false are likely to have ulterior motives.

Most people think so, and only a few are skeptical.

For example, Snape, who was seriously suspicious, and Hermione, who had long suspected him.

"Goodbye, Tom Marvolo Riddle--"

Vincent used the Gryffindor sword to pierce the diary for the third time.

The lethal effect obtained by absorbing the killing curse burned Tom's soul like a flame.

He wailed and began to dissipate little by little.

"I curse you! Vincent Wayne!"

The originally handsome face became extremely ugly at this moment.

"You will be killed by my own hands! By the resurrected me! The me who conquered death! The great V--"

His words stopped abruptly, and his entire twisted body was separated from the middle.

Vincent threw the diary that was almost split in half on the marble floor.

Tom dissipated in the air like ashes, and even his last words were not left intact.

"Sorry, I should have let him finish."

He said so, but there was no apology on Vincent's face.

The day dawned, and this long night was over.

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