Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort! (Author: I'm really not Cao Cao)

Summary:

Cyrus travels to the world of Harry Potter, expecting to be greeted by dazzling magic, but instead he replaces Voldemort's soul in the diary and becomes "Tom Riddle".

Cyrus: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

Voldemort: Oh no, I've become a stand-in!

……

During her time in the diary, Cyrus diligently absorbed Riddle's knowledge, awaiting the opportunity for her resurrection. Then, in the summer of 1992, Ginny Weasley wrote her first words in the diary…

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Having learned from the mistake of writing the previous book poorly, this time I have prepared a detailed outline, strengthened the main character's storyline, and vowed not to have a bad ending!

Keywords: Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Harry Potter

Chapter 1 Cyrus and Ginny

Silver-gray memories flowed through the dark space, like pale moonlight spilling into the morning mist, emitting a faint glow.

Cyrus gazed quietly at the unchanging scenery before him. Even though he had no idea how much time had passed, his heart remained restless—because he had transmigrated into a soul, no, not even a complete soul, but merely a fragment with a few memories.

The owner of this fragment of soul was none other than the infamous Dark Lord Voldemort. Moreover, it was a remnant of the soul from one of the Horcruxes he created during his student days—the sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle.

However, due to his transmigration, Xiao Tang's consciousness no longer exists, and this remnant soul has been restored.

To be honest, becoming a Horcrux is incredibly shocking, even in the entire transmigration genre. I've seen plenty of male protagonists in web novels who start out suffering all sorts of humiliation and even life-or-death crises in their previous lives, but it's quite rare to see one who has to find a way to be resurrected immediately after transmigrating.

What's even more frustrating is that, trapped in the diary, he can only passively wait for the plot to begin. If it weren't for the fact that he could still recall the magical knowledge that Tom Riddle learned during his school days, he probably would have gone crazy from boredom in this lonely space long ago.

As Cyrus slowly flipped through his memories, he couldn't help but admire Tom Riddle's genius.

No wonder he became the Dark Lord; by fifth grade, he had mastered almost all the magical knowledge in the Hogwarts curriculum, and even had a considerable amount of dark magic from the forbidden library. At this age, ordinary students are probably still restless and yearning for adventure during puberty.

In fact, most wizards who truly leave a significant mark on history are like this. Dumbledore and Grindelwald wanted to change the world even in their student days, and later put that ambition into action. Under their jointly formulated program, Grindelwald almost revolutionized the entire wizarding world. In comparison, Voldemort's vision was indeed much smaller, but his talent was no less.

Cyrus absorbed Tom Riddle's magical knowledge; he had experienced countless days like this before, but today seemed slightly different—

The silvery mist was stirred, and the black ink drifted down like a wisp of smoke, falling into the silent memories and slowly spreading.

August 19th, sunny.

—The writing ends here.

Cyrus jumped up in a flash!

-

At her worn-out desk, Ginny Weasley, who had been about to write in her diary, stared in astonishment at the blank page—the words she had just written had vanished!

On the yellowed diary, apart from the printed words on the cover and the blurry name "tm Riddle" on the back, there was no other word.

Riddle—Ginny had never actually heard of this name before, which wasn't surprising, since she always used secondhand textbooks. Unsurprisingly, this person named Riddle was the first owner of this diary.

But no one has ever told me that this is a magic book!

This natural Gryffindor couldn't help but feel a great curiosity.

This summer, she experienced some truly exciting things—first, her idol Harry Potter moved into her house; then she received an owl letter from Hogwarts; and now, a magical diary was hidden inside her previously annoying secondhand textbooks!

So she picked up a quill, dipped it in ink, and continued to try writing:

Today is a special day—

The short half-sentence was written on it, but the ink was absorbed as if it were written on a sponge, leaving not even a scratch.

Ginny turned the page in surprise, but the back of the paper was also clean.

Where did all the ink go?

Little Ginny stared with bright eyes, her face full of confusion. Just then, a line of writing, or rather, a greeting, slowly appeared on the blank paper.

"Hello, did anything good happen to you today?"

Ginny was startled and hurriedly dropped the quill in her hand, jumping aside and looking at the diary with a face full of fear.

Every child raised in a magical family inevitably hears the warning: "Never trust anything that can think for itself unless you see where it hides its mind." This is similar to how Muggle parents tell their children never to trust any stranger who tries to approach you with fruit.

A magical artifact capable of thought is highly likely to be evil.

Maybe I should talk to my mom about this?

Ginny couldn't help but think.

This thought almost occupied her mind, but she hesitated to act on it. Instead, another thought began to slowly grow—

'My mother picked out the diary herself at Flourish and Blotts bookstore, along with all the textbooks. If it were truly dangerous, she wouldn't have given it to me.'

'Perhaps I can keep it, or see what tricks it has up its sleeve. If anything goes wrong, I can tell Mom later.'

As a typical little lioness, Ginny was by no means lacking in courage and curiosity. She bent down to pick up the old quill pen and slowly walked back to her desk. The greeting line had not disappeared and seemed to be waiting for her response.

"who are you?"

These three words, along with the greeting above, flashed simultaneously and then disappeared from Ginny's sight, followed by another line of text.

"My name is Tom Riddle, and I am a small fragment of memory left behind by the owner of this diary. Where did you get it?"

Upon seeing this sentence, Ginny did not reply immediately. Instead, she opened her mouth and whispered "Harry Potter." Only after realizing that what she said was a normal sentence, rather than a boring doggerel, did she breathe a sigh of relief and continue writing.

“My mother bought it in the used book section of Flourish and Blotts.”

"Flourish and Blotts' used book section? So, you're a Hogwarts student too?" The being in the diary seemed very surprised and delighted, as if it had met a stranger who was not known to it but was closely connected to it.

Moreover, the word "also" gave Ginny a great sense of familiarity.

"I'm about to start first grade this year. Are you also a student at Hogwarts?"

"I used to be, but I graduated later. I never imagined that my diary would end up in the hands of a young wizard at Hogwarts. Maybe it's fate. By the way, I haven't asked your name yet?"

Ginny hesitated for a moment before writing down her name.

“Ginny Molly Weasley, you can call me Ginny.”

Just then, another line of text appeared in the diary, but before she could read it, a knock on the door startled her so much that she slammed the diary shut.

"Ginny, dinner's ready! Are you asleep? I've called you several times." It was Molly Weasley's voice from outside the door.

"No, Mom, I'm coming right now."

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Chapter 2 Cyrus's Resurrection Plan

Cyrus couldn't see or hear anything outside, but he could feel the diary being slammed shut, which made him somewhat anxious.

"Won't Ginny have been found out?"

He didn't know when Tom Riddle in the original story began communicating with Ginny Weasley. However, he believed that as long as Ginny started writing every single word in her diary, Tom Riddle would never give up the opportunity to communicate with her.

Therefore, since Tom Riddle in the original story wasn't discovered, he shouldn't be exposed so quickly either. As for why the other party suddenly closed the book and disappeared, there might be other reasons, and he can only wait and see.

Ever since Cyrus transmigrated into the diary, he had been waiting for this opportunity. He was willing to be more patient in order to be resurrected. In fact, he had initially devised two plans, depending on who opened the diary.

If Lucius Malfoy had opened the diary, he would have directly asked him to find some dark wizards and use their life force to resurrect them. However, it now seems that when Voldemort gave the diary to Malfoy, he only told him that the diary could open the Chamber of Secrets, but did not mention the Horcruxes.

Now, Cyrus can only continue with Tom Riddle's original resurrection plan—absorbing the life of the young wizard, and then using that to influence reality, ultimately achieving resurrection!

Of course, he wasn't Tom Riddle, so the duel with Harry in the Chamber of Secrets could be completely omitted. Instead, he could use this opportunity to slip away before Dumbledore was summoned back to school by the board of governors.

Overall, it was a pretty good plan. Importantly, no one died in the process, not even Filch's cat, Mrs. Lorris, survived. Except, of course, for the roosters Ginny strangled.

In response, Cyrus could only say, "I'm sorry, Kun Kun."

Of course, this plan was indeed dangerous, the greatest danger being Dumbledore himself. But Cyrus had no better option. He didn't have legs, and if Ginny didn't take him into Hogwarts, he had nowhere else to go. Besides, how could those adult wizards outside be as easily fooled as the simpletons inside Hogwarts?

Once he has a physical form, leaving Hogwarts with the powerful basilisk won't be difficult, and his safety will be greatly enhanced after leaving Hogwarts. Even if Dumbledore finds out he's behind it all, he probably won't be able to find him.

As for the idea of ​​being honest with Dumbledore, Cyrus rejected it as soon as he thought about it.

Dumbledore would probably never trust someone who wore Tom Riddle's face. He would only think that Voldemort was trying to play tricks on him, especially after failing to steal the Philosopher's Stone in the previous school year, and perhaps plotting some other scheme.

-

Ginny hurried down the stairs and saw Harry chatting and laughing with Ron at the dining table. She immediately blushed, lowered her head, and sat quietly in her chair, behaving like a lady.

The other members of the Weasley family were used to it; Ginny had been like this ever since Fred and George secretly drove off in the magical car to pick up Harry. Harry wasn't familiar with Ginny; he just thought Ron's little sister was a bit eccentric and didn't talk much.

Harry gave her a brief greeting and immediately focused on the food on the table. At the Burrow, his meals were far better than at the Dursleys'; he ate his fill at almost every meal, making him worry that he'd gained several pounds before school started. Perhaps the Quidditch team would refuse to let him continue as Seeker because of his increased size?

However, these days he has been playing home Quidditch with the other members of the Weasley family from time to time, and his skills have obviously not deteriorated, which has made Harry feel much more relaxed.

After dinner, Ginny hurried back to her room, locking the door from the inside to make sure no one could enter. Then she went to her desk and carefully placed her hand on the diary. She hadn't noticed before, but now she realized the book was indeed quite old; the black cover was slightly faded, but very smooth. Despite its age, it wasn't torn at all.

The cover had the date and some other name printed on it, making it look a bit like a publishing house or something.