Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 189 188: Kill the Snake Man! Malfoy's Death!

The basilisk's body lay there quietly.

The snake skin, which had not yet deteriorated, had lost its blood, flesh and all its own nutrients, and even its medicinal value. The guy who killed the poor snake did not waste a single bit of usable energy.

This was definitely a situation that made Ian extremely sad. He had always regarded the basilisk as his great treasure that he had never seen before. He did not expect that his great treasure would be intercepted and hunted by someone.

"Tom! It must be Tom! It can't be anybody else but Tom!"

The damp smell of mold mixed with blood rushed into his mouth and nose, and Ian's hand holding the wand trembled slightly. In order to better raise basilisks, he has researched a lot of special potions for raising basilisks.

Including but not limited to [Quick Regeneration Potion], [Three Times a Day Shedding Potion] and [Snake Fang Rapid Growth Potion], these painstakingly invented, painless and harmless inventions have now simply lost their use.

The basilisk in the chamber is gone.

Where would the young wizard find the second machine that could produce precious potion ingredients? If he calculated the time it would take to raise a basilisk for six generations, he would have lost at least hundreds of millions of gold galleons.

"Even if the evil Tom were to be resurrected and make me suffer for a thousand years, I'm afraid it wouldn't be able to make up for my tragic loss." Ian raised his wand and buried the basilisk on the spot with heartache.

He looked at the slightly damp and dark passage ahead and felt that since he was already here, he had to search Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets to see if there were any things that could be recycled.

Anything we can do to make up for it is better.

As for the issue of not attending class on the morning of the first day of school, that was not within the young wizard's consideration. Professor Flitwick would surely be happy to help him find a suitable excuse.

The status of top students in the professors' minds is already quite privileged, not to mention that Ian is the top student among top students. Professor Flitwick even helped Ian forge a certificate of a disease that Ian didn't even know about.

"Da da da~"

Ian's footsteps echoed in the empty secret room. The splashing water under his feet hit the dust that had been sealed in the air for a long time. The whole secret room was filled with a heart-wrenching silence.

Only Ian's extremely clear footsteps and the occasional drops of water seeping through the cracks in the stone made a subtle and crisp sound that constantly overlapped in this underground room built thousands of years ago.

"Slytherin's rheumatism must be pretty bad."

Ian walked to the end of the secret passage. When he turned one corner after another, the seemingly solid stone wall suddenly appeared in his eyes.

This is a wall that looks extremely delicate. In addition to some magic runes, there are also carvings of two giant snakes entwined with each other. Several huge gems of pure texture are inlaid in the eyes of the giant snakes.

They were shining with a creepy green light like a killing spell. Perhaps due to the blessing of Transfiguration, these giant stone snakes were no different from real snakes. They clung to the wall and looked at the prey below, as if they could pounce from the wall at any time. The little wizard even heard the "hissing" sound of the snakes.

"Open."

As Ian spoke.

The entire secret room began to shake violently. There were bursts of mechanical noises, and dust was constantly falling from the ceiling above Ian's head.

The dust did not get on Ian's clothes.

"The amount of dust doesn't seem to have accumulated for decades." Under his gaze, after a while, the secret room that may have been opened recently suddenly opened its door.

The rusty creaking sound also subsided.

I saw.

In the middle of the gate, there is a long and narrow room with a straight road leading to the end. On both sides of the road, there are deep pools of water on both sides.

One stone pillar after another stood in the pool, supporting the ceiling with a huge crystal chandelier. Candles that would take a thousand years to burn out were burning steadily and persistently on it.

The firelight refracted through the crystals that were cut with great care, illuminating almost every corner of the secret room. It obviously used some optical principles related to Muggle science.

The coiled snake carvings on the stone pillars seemed to come alive in the refraction of light and the reflection on the water surface, like long water snakes swimming eerily in the pond.

"Who says wizards are not good at math, physics and chemistry? I think Slytherin is also a person who practices both physics and magic." Ian stepped in, holding his wand in his hand.

After all, no one can tell whether a sneak attacker will suddenly emerge from somewhere, and the development of things has deviated too much from the story about Hogwarts in Ian's memory.

As the little wizard walked forward step by step, nothing unusual happened amidst the ghostly shadows. He walked straight to the end and came to a sculpture as tall as the secret room.

This is a statue of an old man with a pointed chin and monkey-like features. His sparse but long goatee hangs down to the ground-length of his robe. His two grey legs stand on the smooth floor of the stone chamber. He lowers his head slightly and looks down at the tiny newcomer standing at his feet. That arrogant look has not diminished even after a thousand years.

The craftsmanship of the statue is quite sophisticated, even the beard strands are clearly visible. It is obvious that it is a work of great painstaking effort. It looks much more refined than the huge stone statues in the underground palace.

"Salazar Slytherin." Ian recognized the name of the statue. The most narcissistic person among the four founders was not Gryffindor but Old Den who had once betrayed him.

"Get out of the way, Old Den!" Ian kicked the statue while cursing. He raised his wand and planned to use his fifth-level awakened extraordinary characteristic [Unlocking Spell] to open the hidden room behind the statue. The correct way to open the door here should be "Speak to me, Slytherin, the greatest of the four giants of Hogwarts", but it was really impossible for Ian to use Parseltongue to praise the man who had betrayed him.

Fortunately, Ian practiced the Unlocking Spell madly during the summer vacation, and now he has awakened the characteristic of the Unlocking Spell called [Deconstructing Everything], which gives Ian the ability to use magic to break all shackles.

Normally, the Unlocking Spell may only unlock physical locks, but Ian's current [Unlocking Spell] is no longer limited to unlocking locks. In addition to opening physical locks, it can also unlock magical seals and even mental shackles.

Anything with the symbolic meaning of "lock" and "key" can be opened. Just like other extraordinary characteristics, this is a power that exceeds the limits and rules of ordinary magic.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

Ian's magic hit directly.

He didn't spend much time calculating to figure out the not-so-complicated door opening mechanism. Slytherin didn't set up too strong defenses, after all, those who could walk here were all people with Parseltongue.

Facing the juniors he recognized, Slytherin just wanted to hear some compliments. He probably never dreamed that the people who entered this secret room did not have much good impression of him.

"Kakaka~"

Followed by a teeth-grinding sound.

The mouth of the Slytherin statue began to open wider and wider, revealing a dark hole behind the statue - this should have been the habitat of the basilisk.

It was also the location of Slytherin's true chamber of secrets as many people speculated. Ian had also heard similar rumors, so he went straight into the cave that was no longer guarded by the basilisk without saying a word. As soon as he entered, the damp and moldy smell hit him in the face, and there were no candles inside to illuminate.

“Lumos.”

Ian chanted the spell.

The ball of light broke away from his wand and flew into the air.

It was like a small drone following him. As the light came on, the interior of the rather large cave appeared in front of the little wizard.

however.

This hidden space is an unfinished house. There are no gorgeous decorations or dazzling gems, only exposed rocks and wet moss, which appear particularly cold and damp in the dim light. The air is filled with a mixture of old mold and soil.

"It really is Slytherin's doghouse. No, it's a snake den?"

Ian frowned involuntarily. He had expected to find some legacy left by Slytherin for future generations, but the scene before him was quite different from what he had imagined.

Maybe Tom, who deserves to die a thousand times, had already taken everything out of here?
"It is also possible that Slytherin is really stingy." Ian couldn't help but think of Gryffindor's treasure. He never gave up looking for the somewhat strange portrait of the founder.

After making up an idea of ​​Slytherin in his mind, Ian looked around. There were only rocks and mud walls in here, and there was not even a trace of light.

"what?"

Just when the little wizard was about to leave.

An unusual reflection caught his attention. In a corner of the cave, on a seemingly ordinary rock, there was a somewhat decayed wizard chess board.

The squares on the chessboard are already blurred, and the edges are covered with mold due to years of erosion, but even so, it still exudes a rather mysterious atmosphere.

As if some kind of magic was engraved on it.

"Is it something that Nosed Tom doesn't like?" Ian no longer cared whether there was treasure in it or not, and he added a heavy bill to the bill with Voldemort, which he thought he should collect.

"Checkmate."

Ian approached the chessboard and saw the characters engraved on it. There was only one chess piece lying alone on the empty chessboard - it was an ordinary-looking stone king chess piece. The surface of the chess piece was covered with a thin layer of dust, and it was extremely hard, but it didn't look like a valuable item.

Maybe that's why it was left here?
"But there seem to be traces of magic on it." Ian grabbed the chess piece and checked it. Then, the chess piece opened its eyes and a hoarse voice sounded like the overlapping sighs from thousands of years ago.

"A true king must learn to pierce his own throat with the thorns on the crown." The voice sounded familiar, like the voice of his good friend Pandro.

However, the tone sounds much deeper and older.

"Something."

Ian's eyes flickered slightly, and he put the chess piece into his purse. He felt that there must be some saying behind this thing, and he should take it away regardless of whether it was self-consolation or not.

"I've been spending so much time on this, but in the end I didn't find a single hair." Ian returned the same way helplessly, climbed out of the cave, and walked out of the secret room along the road.

"Boom~"

With a violent shake, the door of the secret room closed again. Ian was about to leave and return to the ground, but he stopped when he looked back.

"I feel much better now."

After half an hour.

Ian carried several huge and heavy emeralds and crawled out of the entrance of the abandoned bathroom on the second floor. It took him a lot of energy and magic to remove these things from the door.

I tidied my clothes.

Ian put away the gem and walked out of the abandoned bathroom and into the corridor.

"Earthquake! Earthquake!"

"There was an earthquake for quite a while!"

"Oh my God! Such a terrible thing has happened. Aren't we still going to suspend classes?"

……

Many little wizards who should have been in class were gathered in the corridor. They seemed to have escaped from the classroom collectively. They were all whispering with lingering fear about what had happened not long ago.

Ian didn't join in.

He went straight to the alchemy professor's office.

"Little Ian, did you feel the ground shaking just now?" Nick Flamel, who had no classes in the morning, was fiddling with his unfinished work. When he saw Ian come in, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

“My classmates all said it was an earthquake.”

Ian answered without changing his expression.

"No, this is obviously the sound of something collapsing underground, not an earthquake." Nick Lemay spoke with a firm tone and made an accurate judgment.

"Ah? Really? Maybe something has fallen into disrepair." Ian avoided her gaze guiltily. He didn't know why the secret room collapsed after he took out a few gems.

This must be related to the fact that Voldemort conducted some dangerous experiments in there that no one knew about.

Yes.

He just happened to run into it unlucky.

Ian thought so.

I couldn't help but make a note of what happened to Brother Tom in my little notebook.

"Maybe. This is not a problem I should deal with. Dumbledore is responsible for Hogwarts." Nick Flamel glanced at Ian and did not continue to discuss the issue.

"What do you want to see me for?"

He looked at Ian's slightly damp robe.

"I want to find Dumbledore or Professor Lockhart. Something is wrong with Harry." Ian stated his purpose directly. He had already confirmed on the Marauder's Map that the two old men were not there.

Perhaps there are Dumbledore or Grindelwald from other times hiding in the school. Nick Flamel, who assisted the two in time travel, should be the one who knows this best.

"Is there something wrong with Harry? Is it because of the residual soul in Harry's forehead?" Nick Flamel did not look surprised. It was obvious that Voldemort's Horcrux did not escape the eyes of this great alchemist.

He studied Harry Potter's scar for a long time last night.

"Yes, I feel that the residual soul living in Harry's forehead is very active. I am worried that it wants to take over Harry's body to complete rebirth. I found out earlier this morning..." Ian had nothing to hide, so he told Harry everything about his conversation with him and what happened.

After hearing his experience, Nick Lemay frowned slightly.

"Indeed, the residual soul in Harry's body is abnormally active. However, although the situation of this part of the residual soul is very special, it is not an easy task for our Dark Lord to complete the resurrection."

"Horcruxes are a way to evade the god of death. They are a form of deception to the god of death. Any horcrux that remains in the human world would need extremely harsh conditions to make a dead person truly return from death."

"This is definitely not an easy operation to complete... If a soul wants to come back, it needs to use another soul to replace its position in the world of the dead."

"This is also a deception and an equal exchange. Therefore, as long as no one dies in the school, Harry's situation will not slide into the worst direction."

Nick Flamel made a judgment based on Ian's narration and his experience and knowledge. How could the most powerful alchemist in the world not have studied Horcruxes?

"What if the soul used in the transaction is Harry's soul?" Ian has never had any interest in Horcruxes, so he naturally doesn't know much about this.

"This is impossible. Harry's soul and Voldemort's residual soul are too deeply integrated. Unless Voldemort gives up his Horcrux together, he would not dare to use Harry's soul to perform such an operation." Nick Flamel believed that Voldemort would not do such a thing. He knew that Voldemort did not have many Horcruxes left.

"We should always consider this possibility." Ian was more cautious. He felt that normal people could not really understand the way of thinking of a madman like Voldemort.

"You are right. Being cautious enough can avoid a lot of trouble, so I will go to the school infirmary to check on Harry." With that, Nick Flamel put down what he was doing, stood up and put on his robe.

"Without informing Dumbledore?"

Ian looked at the old man who was trembling as he walked. It was not that he did not believe in the old man's ability. He just believed that Dumbledore could use his wisdom to deal with and see through Voldemort's schemes.

after all.

Dumbledore is like Jerry.

Both his strength and wisdom are a natural nemesis of Voldemort.

"He and his old friends are not in school now. It can be said that the only backup methods left by him in the school are those he left behind. These methods cannot provide any substantial help to us and Harry."

"Perhaps, this is why the trouble arose." Nick Flamel sighed and answered. He felt that Voldemort had deliberately chosen a good time to cause trouble.

"Did they time travel?"

Ian looked at his Big Ben. At this moment, the Big Ben was obviously in operation, and the dial of the clock pointed to a time nearly a thousand years ago.

"They are going to complete their great task. If all goes well, Dumbledore will be able to solve all problems when he returns." Nick Flamel gave an ambiguous answer.

The little wizard seemed to be thinking about something.

"Okay, I'll also pay more attention to the situation in school." Ian followed Nick Flamel out of the office. He watched Nick Flamel go to the school infirmary and then chose to walk towards the stairs.

On a high tower with a clear view.

The little wizard looked at the large lawn in the distance.

I saw.

The first-year students were taking their first flying lesson there. Madam Hooch was teaching the students as usual, but when she was explaining the essentials of flying.

"Whoosh~"

Neville was so flustered that he didn't hear the slogan clearly. He kicked his legs hard on his broom and flew into the sky. He soared straight up. The speed of his flight amazed even Ian.

"Come down, kid!"

Madam Hooch exclaimed quickly to Neville.

“I can’t control it!”

A panicked shout was heard in mid-air.

"Help me! Someone help me!"

Perhaps he did not remember the process when he was listening to the class just now, or perhaps Neville was quite nervous at the moment, he soon lost his grip on the flying broom and his body tilted and fell from the sky.

"..."

Ian recalled the episode.

however.

He had just taken out his wand to rescue someone when he was thousands of meters away. Neville fell rapidly from the sky, making sharp sounds in mid-air, and directly hung on the window sill of a tower in the distance.

"..."

The little wizard silently put down the wand in his hand.

He saw that the others had reacted and pulled out their wands.

For your own purposes.

Ian chose to give the extra points opportunity to other colleges.

"Wingardim Leviosa~"

The little witch on the lawn was indeed casting a spell at this time. Amid the panicked screams of other little wizards, she used magic to rescue Neville from the windowsill.

"Well done, Miss Granger! Excellent magic! You saved the child's life!" Madam Hooch patted her chest and thanked Hermione with lingering fear.

Hermione scratched her head sheepishly.

And magnet.

"My hands! My legs! My waist!"

Neville was groaning in pain. Mr. Longbottom was obviously not only terrified, but also seriously injured by the collision, with sweat oozing out of the pain on his pale face.

"I have to send this child to the school infirmary. His bones are broken and Madam Pomfrey must help him." Madam Hooch hurried forward to check on Neville's condition.

She picked up Neville with a somewhat nervous look, and before leaving, she turned back and glared at the little wizards, "None of you are allowed to touch the broomstick when I leave!"

"If I come back and see that you haven't done what I asked, you will be kicked out of Hogwarts tonight, not to mention playing Quidditch!"

She was obviously trying to scare the little wizards.

no way.

The record of many years of accident-free teaching was broken. At this time, Mrs. Huo Qi was not only upset about her career, but also felt worried and scared about encountering such a situation for the first time.

"I reminded her last year."

On the tower in the distance.

Ian felt that Madam Hooch had finally learned her lesson.

This teacher really needs to change some of his teaching habits.

"Oh, child, hold on, don't faint." Madam Hooch didn't notice Ian, and it was unknown whether she thought about Ian's reminder last year.

She comforted Neville all the way and ran towards the castle with Neville in her arms.

And just after the flight lesson teacher left.

"Did you see that? That big idiot was so hilarious." Malfoy couldn't wait to start mocking him, and some of the Slytherin freshmen around him also burst into laughter.

"Shut up, Malfoy."

Hermione couldn't stand these people's gloating so she stood up.

Malfoy's smile faltered.

"Don't think you can be so arrogant to us just because you have Prince protecting you, Miss Granger. I'm not targeting you. I'm just targeting a fool."

He was obviously a little scared.

However, since there were many classmates around, I still retorted.

But the momentum is obviously not as strong as before.

"what are you up to?"

Hermione saw Malfoy walking towards where Neville had fallen.

She thought Malfoy's smile was evil.

"I just want to play a game of hide-and-seek with our big idiot." Malfoy picked up a round ball from the grass and showed it conspicuously to the freshmen around him.

"Look, he forgets things so easily with the memory ball that silly grandma gave him. Let's see if he will forget that he has the memory ball."

talking.

Malfoy got on the flying broom which Madam Hooch had expressly forbidden him to touch - he was not afraid of Madam Hooch's threats. How could his own father, as a school director, allow him to be expelled?
"Give it back! Malfoy! You've gone too far!" Hermione scolded Malfoy for his behavior, but saw Malfoy rising steadily into the sky on his flying broom.

"Want it? Then come and get it yourself. This is our own business. You'd better not go to Prince to complain." Malfoy showed off the memory ball in his hand to Hermione.

His flying talent is indeed very strong.

but.

Just when Hermione, who was so angry, ignored the school rules and grabbed the broom on the ground to chase after him, everyone noticed that Malfoy's smug expression began to become strange.

"wrong……"

"This is not right... I didn't mean to continue rising, damn it, the broom is out of control!" This time it was his turn to scream, and the terrified voice was no different from Neville's before.

"????"

Hermione and the students on the ground were all stunned.

“He’s acting, right?”

More than one person had such doubts.

after all.

In addition to shouting for help, Malfoy's broom flew so smoothly that after rising to a certain height, it whooshed out and disappeared from everyone's sight.

“He must be acting!”

After finding that Malfoy was nowhere to be found, Hermione concluded in an indignant tone, "This guy must be trying to use the excuse that his broom was out of control to make excuses to the professors later!"

Her judgment was shared by many Gryffindor freshmen.

"So cunning!"

"People from pure-blood families are so insidious!"

"This guy is so cunning!"...

Compared with the Gryffindor freshmen, the Slytherin freshmen all had an epiphany after listening to Hermione's analysis, and they all praised Malfoy's cleverness.

"This is our Slytherin student!"

"Look! The Malfoys really know how to clean up after themselves!"

"He's such a genius!"

A group of students who were hanging out with Malfoy were praising him, but they didn't know that the "wise man" in their eyes was already scared like a quail.

"Oh! No! She complained so quickly! I should have thought of it earlier! She looks like she likes to complain!" Malfoy saw the figure getting closer and closer.

This little snake from Slytherin College was in a bad state.

Depressed expression.

A look of regret.

His legs kicked wildly in the air, he let out a series of terrified cries, and his body trembled violently as the broom approached, obviously frightened by this sudden change.

"sorry Sorry!"

This guy actually immediately started apologizing frantically to Ian.

High up in the tower, the wind was whistling. Ian stood quietly on the edge of the railing, watching Malfoy being brought to him on a flying broomstick under his magical control.

"I'm not interested in you kids playing house." Ian saw what Malfoy was thinking, but his somewhat speechless words were not believed by Malfoy.

indeed.

From Malfoy's perspective, everything was just a coincidence. He had just had a conflict with the Gryffindor girl, and then Ian brought him directly to this corner where there was no one else.

What else is this going to do if not beat myself up?
"I didn't want to bully your little follower...she was the first one..." Malfoy wanted to defend himself, his face turned pale with fear.

however.

Ian interrupted him directly.

"That's not what I want to ask you, but what you gave me this morning." Ian took out the crystal ball, and his green eyes stared calmly at the little snake in front of him whose expression suddenly stiffened.

"I……"

Malfoy hesitated.

His already pale face became even paler.

He did not deny that this was something he left behind like he did in the morning, probably because he was afraid that he would be beaten up. However, he did not dare to tell the origin of the crystal ball.

Ian noticed this.

"I know the diary is with you." Ian's [Mind Perception] was extremely effective against such unguarded wizards. He could even clearly feel the entanglement in Malfoy's mind.

"I don't!"

Malfoy's secret was revealed.

He seemed to be frightened and almost fell off his broom. He looked around in panic, as if he was afraid that he was being watched.

"Give me the diary, and you won't have to worry about any trouble coming to you or your family." Ian also clearly sensed Malfoy's concerns.

His words made Malfoy's expression visibly struggle.

"You have to promise me that!"

It was obvious that the balance in Malfoy's heart had tilted - between a terrible alchemical creature and his classmates, he was certainly more willing to believe in the new choices of many pure-blood families.

"Of course."

Ian smiled and nodded, giving the response Malfoy wanted.

Malfoy gritted his teeth.

He began to grab the railing with both hands, trying to climb from the broom to Ian's side. However, because his hands and feet were still weak, he almost fell off the tower because he lost his grip.

"Look, I'm saving your life." Ian grabbed Malfoy in time and pulled him out of danger. He smiled at the frightened Malfoy.

"..."

In fact, Malfoy really wanted to say that if Ian hadn't come to bother him, he wouldn't be in danger, but he responded with a stiff smile and finally didn't dare to reveal his true feelings.

"Come with me."

It took a while.

Malfoy led Ian somewhat absentmindedly.

On the way downstairs.

"They all say that you killed Harry Potter. Is that true?" Malfoy, who was full of worry and concern, did not forget to carefully ask Ian to verify the rumors he had heard.

can only say.

There is no true love like this.

"Who are the people who told you this? You'd better give me a list later." Ian just glanced at Malfoy and the little snake immediately stopped talking.

"It was something I found at home. It had been in a corner for a long time. I originally thought it could tell me stories just like Daphne's magical book that came from nowhere."

"I could never have imagined that it could be... could be... such an evil thing." He could only immediately change the subject and lead the conversation to his own experience.

obviously.

Some butterfly effects did happen.

Daphne's storybook from Grindelwald aroused Malfoy's curiosity, causing something that was supposed to appear in the next semester to appear in Hogwarts ahead of time.

"It seems you know what you are hiding." Ian followed Malfoy all the way to the Slytherin common room. His teasing made Malfoy shudder again with a dejected look on his face.

"I'm not a fool, I can guess...but I dare not say it out loud." Malfoy tried to lower his voice as much as possible, but even so, he could not hide the fear in his voice.

"Did the diary ask you to give me this thing?"

Ian expressed his previous guess.

as predicted.

Malfoy nodded honestly, "Yes, that's what the diary asked me to give to you. He assured me that there is no curse or magic against you in the crystal ball."

He was obviously trying his best to save himself from the possible consequences of his actions. After all, no matter from the unofficial history of Hogwarts or the official history learned from the pure-blood families, everyone who wanted to harm this terrifying senior next to him would not have a good ending. Marcus Flint was expelled from school by his family and sent abroad this year.

Siberia.

It couldn't be more remote.

It was to prevent Marcus Flint from being killed in revenge.

"It's really not something aimed at me. To be honest, if what you gave me was a curse or trap aimed at me, I wouldn't be as interested as I am now."

Ian followed Malfoy all the way to the Slytherin common room. He was very familiar with this place. After all, he had come here more than once when he sent Aurora back.

"Open!"

Before Malfoy could even utter the command.

Ian gave instructions directly to the door. Just when Malfoy was about to remind Ian that there was a password, a low "creaking" sound was heard in the originally quiet surroundings.

The gate appeared.

The stone snake above is rolling.

The door that was supposed to keep out uninvited guests was opened without any defense. Dim light shone through the door, and the unique lights of the Slytherin common room could be vaguely seen.

Since it was class time, there was no one in the lounge.

"????"

Malfoy was visibly stunned.

He looked at the little wizard beside him in some disbelief.

"how did you do that?"

Malfoy's tone was filled with disbelief.

"Malfoy, the advantage of having more friends is that you should stop talking bad and making enemies for yourself." Ian usually wouldn't tell people he didn't know well that he and Hogwarts were good friends.

Malfoy was a little surprised when he heard this, but he still began to think about it.

"Stop talking nonsense and take me to get the diary." Ian didn't give Malfoy too much time to think, and walked directly into the Slytherin lounge.

He walked along the street stalls into the dormitory area.

"How come you are more familiar with this place than I am..." Malfoy discovered some terrifying details, but he didn't dare to ask more questions. He quickly took Ian to his dormitory.

Open the door.

A rich scent of old leather and mysterious spices hit me. The walls were hung with dark green velvet tapestries embroidered with silver snake patterns, which shimmered under the light. The room was furnished with a dark wooden carved bed, with the curtains half-closed, revealing a hint of nobility.

Compared to other colleges.

The dormitories of this academy look much more luxurious, and most of them are decorated by the students themselves. After all, many students of this academy come from pure-blood families that pay attention to ostentation.

"Harry is staying in a luxury suite too."

Ian estimated the value of the decorations in the room. Malfoy had already trotted to his bed and crawled under it. Most people would probably choose such a place to hide things.

There was a rustling sound from under the bed.

"How many things did you hide under the bed?" Ian was curious and wanted to bend down to take a look, but he found Malfoy's dusty head popping out.

"It's gone! The notebook is gone!"

His voice was trembling, full of fear and disbelief.

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Ian's eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of doubt arose in his heart. He subconsciously looked around, trying to find a clue in this dim and luxurious dormitory.

"No! How could this happen?!"

Malfoy crawled out from under the bed, his hair was disheveled, the panic on his face became more and more obvious, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, and his hands were shaking unconsciously.

"It's over, it's over. If he finds out something is wrong, he will definitely take revenge on me... and my parents!" Malfoy didn't know what the diary he got was.

But he knew very well who the diary was related to.

"A cunning rabbit has three burrows. That guy may not have noticed your betrayal. Maybe he originally planned to hide. After all, I would most likely come to find you after you gave me the crystal ball."

Ian made a rational judgment.

"betray!?"

Malfoy didn't hear anything else. Only this one word filled his mind. His face had completely lost all color and he looked like he was about to faint at any moment.

"As long as the diary is still in Hogwarts, I can find it even if I dig deep into the ground." Ian was not panicked. At most, he could use Legilimency on all the students in the school.

of course.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, he will not do such immoral things, and will only recommend Dumbledore to do it. After all, it is reasonable for the headmaster to care about the mental health of students.

"I now how to do?"

Malfoy's head was buzzing and he couldn't calm down.

"Go on with your normal life."

Ian took out a pendant and put it on Malfoy.

He never goes back on his word.

"This thing can defend against three magical attacks, and once triggered, it can allow me to lock onto your position and Apparate to your side." Ian calmed Malfoy down.

"But that... that is the Dark Lord..."

Malfoy swallowed.

But I found that Ian's eyes were still calm and deep.

"That can also prevent him three times. He can't hurt you, and I can definitely save you." The little wizard's tone was quite indifferent. He didn't believe that Voldemort's magic power could surpass his own.

"you……"

Malfoy had his mouth open, as if he wanted to say something, but the moment his eyes met Ian's, he swallowed back the words that were on his lips.

What a confident look.

"Ok."

Malfoy finally just nodded.

His eyes were a little shaken.

"Remember to let me know if there is any problem." Ian patted Malfoy on the shoulder and blew a whistle. The Black Phoenix appeared out of thin air, and after Ian caught it, it disappeared with Ian.

Staring at where Ian disappeared.

After a long time.

"Maybe Dad is really... wrong again."

He recalled the conversation they had just had.

It seemed like I finally understood why the people from other families were running around.

"When has your father ever been right?"

suddenly.

A sneer came from behind.

Malfoy felt a chill all over his head.

He turned his neck with difficulty.

I saw.

A slender figure appeared quietly behind him at some point.

Slightly transparent.

But it has a different color from the ghost, more real, but not so real. This is a tall, straight-statured young boy in his teens.

The green robe made the boy look even more stern. He stood there quietly, his hands folded slightly in front of him, leaning against the long table with a calm expression.

"Who are you……"

Malfoy's voice was not only trembling, his body was also shaking. He already had a very bad guess in his mind, and the boy's response of laughing lightly also confirmed his guess.

"You've been chatting with me every day during this period." The young Tom Riddle smiled charmingly, but it could not hide the innate sharpness and cunning in his eyes.

"Plop~"

Malfoy collapsed to the ground.

His face was ashen.

A pair of hands hurriedly grabbed the pendant that Ian wore around his neck.

“A great alchemical work.”

Young Tom Riddle glanced at Malfoy's neck and, instead of feeling the slightest bit of annoyance, he gave Ian a pretty good judgement on his work.

"That guy is right. Even Voldemort in his prime would have failed at it three times." Young Tom Riddle even gave a thumbs up.

Seeing Malfoy's rather uncontrollable and terrified face.

The boy spoke again in a brisk tone.

"Relax, don't be afraid, don't tremble... You just betrayed Voldemort. We are all the same. Who hasn't betrayed Voldemort?"

"Actually, you may not believe it, but we are definitely in the same camp now." The young Tom Riddle's expression was full of emotion.

Maybe even he himself finds it magical.

"But, you... you are just..." Malfoy's voice was very difficult to utter every word. He was indeed not a fool. The conversation with the diary last night had already made him discover some truths.

"You're quite smart."

Young Tom Riddle raised an eyebrow.

The expression remains the same.

"However, no one has stipulated that your past self cannot break away from your future self, right?" The young Tom Riddle's lips curled up with a faint smile again.

There was no warmth in that smile, but instead it made people feel a chill. "Voldemort is a madman. He sold himself and all of us to someone who should not be sold out."

"Who is willing to be a slave with him? Draco, I am doing this to save myself, just like you." It has to be said that the smart Voldemort really knows how to build closer relationships.

"We are both right. We are all trying to survive and avoid a bad ending." He showed his extremely empathetic side with Malfoy.

I don't know how much of it is true and how much is false.

"Prince is only a second-year student..." Malfoy gritted his teeth and expressed his doubts. He felt that the person he should ask for help should be Dumbledore.

Or go find Harry Potter, who defeated Voldemort.

"You don't understand how powerful he is."

Young Tom Riddle shook his head. He saw what Malfoy was thinking, but he didn't think Malfoy's idea was the best choice.

"Dumbledore is old and weak, cruel and cold-blooded. If you seek help from Dumbledore, you will only bring trouble to your family. Of course, there is also me, whom Dumbledore wants to get rid of as soon as possible."

The boy made no secret of his situation.

He expressed his opinion of Dumbledore.

as well as.

Why did I let Malfoy give Ian the crystal ball?

"Only a madman can fight a madman. Voldemort is a madman, so we must let an even crazier madman fight this madman who has completely lost all reason."

Young Tom Riddle said with certainty.

His words only made Malfoy's inner confusion deepen.

"If I remember correctly, you have been sealed in my house for a long time. How could you know Senior Prince better than I do?" Malfoy said this with obvious courage.

He didn't even dare to get up from the ground and look young Tom Riddle in the eye.

"Of course it's because of childhood trauma, and this is where I have an advantage over Voldemort. He deleted his humiliation, but I still remember that afternoon."

In the empty dormitory.

Tom Riddle said with a sigh, a response that puzzled Malfoy and sounded a little strange, but Malfoy did not dare to ask any further questions.

Without waiting for Malfoy to figure out a clue.

"Oh, right."

Young Tom Riddle clapped his hands.

"Don't think about complaining. I may not have other abilities, but I have the ability to die with you." His tone was still soft and light when he threatened people.

"Goo~"

Malfoy subconsciously grabbed the pendant around his neck in fear.

Perhaps only the guarantee given by Ian could give him a sense of security.

"This thing is powerful, but it can't stop me from destroying myself and the enemy." Tom Riddle didn't care about Malfoy's behavior. He just snapped his fingers at Malfoy.

"Because I have been with you since last night. This pendant can prevent others from hurting you, but it can never stop you from wanting to hurt yourself."

Tom Riddle's voice was somewhat teasing.

His figure began to fade away.

Malfoy only felt that his vision became a little blurry - when his vision and mind became clear again, he found that he had arrived at the dormitory bathroom without knowing when.

"what!!"

He looked down at his hand. A knife stained with snake blood had been pressed against his neck without him noticing, and even left a faint scratch on it.

It was like some kind of warning.

"I like to lie, but not this time."

In the mirror.

The other "Malfoy" spoke softly with a half-smile.

The sound did not fall on Malfoy's ears.

Instead, it sounded directly in Malfoy's mind...

　Thanks to [Sanda Devil] for the reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)