Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

"Is this a diary from fifty years ago?"

Fifty years is a very long time, especially considering that the book's owner lived through such a terrifying era.

Perhaps Mr. Tom Riddle is already dead?

Ginny couldn't help but think.

She continued to open the book, but the sentence she hadn't had time to read before had disappeared. She waited for a moment, but no new letter appeared on the page.

He may not know what's happening outside the book.

Thinking this way lessened Ginny's worries about the diary. At least for now, it didn't seem to pose any threat.

So she picked up the quill pen again, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

Inside the diary, Cyrus anxiously awaited Ginny's response. He was unable to do anything; his heart felt like it was being gently scratched by a fluffy kitten. The mysterious spells, profound potions, and spectacular transformations of the past could no longer hold his attention.

It's as if he's a husband and father anxiously waiting for his wife and child in the corridor of the delivery room.

Now, the "child" he had been waiting for has finally been born.

“Hello Mr. Riddle, are you still there? My mother just came by, and I’m not sure if I should talk to her about you.”

Cyrus's excited heart instantly calmed down; clearly, this was the most crucial moment. Would he gain Ginny's trust and allow his plan to continue, or would his scheme be exposed, leading to his destruction?

Saying no directly might arouse suspicion, and that would only backfire.

He didn't dare to think for too long, and responded after a moment:

"Of course you can, in fact you should. Any wizard should be wary of magical items unless you are really sure they are trustworthy. To be honest, I thought you had already checked them before talking to me. Luckily you got my diary; if it had been 'The Wizard's Sonnets,' you would probably be in danger."

“You’re right, Mr. Riddle. I don’t want to be limited to reciting doggerel from now on. Of course, I believe Mr. Riddle is trustworthy.”

Upon seeing this response, Ginny immediately giggled. She remembered that she had specifically recited Harry Potter's name to test whether she was under a curse. However, this very fact made the diary seem less like an evil magical artifact.

It cares about me!

Ginny's eyes were sparkling.

“Of course I wouldn’t do anything as cruel as those dark wizards. In fact, I was one of the best students at Hogwarts. I was a prefect, then president of the student council, and I even received a special award for my contributions to the school. I think that medal is still in the trophy room to this day!” Cyrus said, trying to imply to Ginny that he was trustworthy while changing the subject.

“Really? You sound just like Percy,” Ginny replied in surprise. “But he hasn’t become student council president yet, and he hasn’t received any special awards.”

Who is Percy?

“He’s my brother. He was the Gryffindor prefect last year. And he got twelve OWL certificates, but he’s a bit boring.”

By this time, Ginny was almost convinced that the diary was harmless.

"I don't think I need to tell Mom about your situation. What do you think?"

“Just this once—” Cyrus suppressed his inner joy and said earnestly, “Sometimes having a little secret of your own is an interesting thing.”

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Chapter 3 Impure Bloodline

Summer vacation passed quickly.

Over the past ten days, Cyrus had almost gained Ginny's trust. Now, the two were as close as old friends who had known each other for years. To be honest, it wasn't difficult at all. Although Ginny was the most beloved child in the family, as a girl, she always had secrets that she couldn't confide in her family. This was where Cyrus came in handy.

Sometimes Cyrus felt guilty for seducing young girls, but for the sake of resurrection, he couldn't care less. After all, Ginny wouldn't die in the end, and everyone petrified by the basilisk would eventually be saved.

Everyone else in the Burrow noticed that Ginny was behaving strangely, because she hadn't been shouting or yelling since August and had been going back to her room early every day.

Everyone assumed it was Harry's doing, and Fred and George would exchange glances and chuckle to themselves each time.

"Mr. Riddle, Hogwarts starts tomorrow."

Cyrus could sense the anticipation and excitement in Ginny's words. For every young wizard, going to school was an exciting thing, because it meant that they were not a Squib!

At the same time, he was even more excited than Ginny!

The path to resurrection was almost within reach; if the plan went smoothly, he would have a physical form before the end of the next semester. So he replied with extreme enthusiasm:

"Congratulations, Ginny! I'm sure Hogwarts won't let you down!"

"Thanks--"

A hesitant thank you slipped out, and Cyrus guessed she must have more to say.

“To be honest, I’m a little worried about my Sorting Ceremony. Fred and George won’t tell me what happened. But I overheard them talking to Ron last year, and I might be facing a troll!” she said anxiously. “And I know they did deal with a troll last year.”

"In addition, I am also worried about being bullied at school."

Upon seeing Ginny's words, Cyrus couldn't help but smile.

Keeping the Sorting Ceremony a secret from every first-year wizard has been an annual tradition, leading to many outlandish claims.

However, when it comes to the Sorting Ceremony, Cyrus can't help but regret missing last year's ceremony; he probably won't be able to utter the phrase "pure-blooded" again. Of course, he's Voldemort now, a half-blood.

“That was a lie, Ginny. The school wouldn’t send a first-year wizard to deal with a troll. Keeping the Sorting Ceremony a secret is a Hogwarts tradition. Actually, the Sorting Ceremony isn’t that dangerous, so you don’t need to worry at all. As for being bullied—have you forgotten all the evil spells I taught you? If anyone dares to speak ill of you, just pick up your wand and give them a good wand! Let them know you’re not someone to mess with!” Cyrus said without hesitation.

“Okay, I will fight back. But what do you mean by ‘not too dangerous’?” Ginny countered.

Cyrus couldn't help but tease, "Of course, it's to ensure the young wizards don't die, otherwise the parents won't be happy, don't you think?"

"Thank you for your comfort!" Ginny slammed her diary shut in annoyance. She hadn't expected Tom Riddle to refuse to tell her the details of the Sorting House. In fact, his explanation only made her more worried.

"That wretched Tom, I never want to talk to you again!"

She angrily slammed the diary onto the bed and sat there muttering. But after a while, she couldn't resist opening the diary again.

Are you sure we don't need to fight the trolls?

“Of course I’m sure. Besides, even if we really have to fight trolls, I don’t think you need to worry. Don’t forget the spells I taught you. If you need, I can also tell you how to deal with trolls. Their brains are small. You just need to use the Levitation Charm to lift a heavy object and then smash it hard on the back of their heads to knock them unconscious,” Cyrus reassured him.

Perhaps to make up for deceiving Ginny, he reluctantly took on the role of a tutor, teaching her almost all the spells in "Standard Spells I". Now, Ginny might be even more powerful than Ron.

Seeing this, Ginny felt relieved.

"I'll trust you this once. Goodnight, Mr. Riddle—"

Goodnight, Ginny. Have a good day tomorrow.

-

Just as Cyrus had wished, Ginny did indeed have a smooth second day.

The problem was that things weren't going well for Harry and her brother Ron.

The two of them missed the Hogwarts Express, and worse, no one knew about it before Hermione came looking for her.

“Hi Ginny, have you seen Harry and Ron? I couldn’t find them anywhere in the train.” Hermione saw Ginny as if she had seen a savior. “Fred and George said they were following you.”

“No, my parents took me to the platform first.” Ginny shook her head. Next to her sat Luna, who had white hair. Ginny thought Luna was a bit strange. “But they should be on the train. We came together.”

Ginny said strangely.

"I can't find them anywhere!" Hermione plopped down opposite Ginny, huffing and puffing, and she had a bad feeling about it.

The child is so quiet that he must be acting like a monster.

God knows what those two troublemakers will do!

“I just hope those two stop losing points for Gryffindor,” Hermione said.

At that moment, an ethereal voice rang in Hermione's ears, as soft as a ghost floating in the air.

“I’m not sure.” Luna’s eyes widened.

"what?"

“I’m not sure if I’ll get points deducted for sitting in a box flying in the sky, but I think it’s cool and I want to try it.” She looked out the window.

"What?" Hermione and Ginny raised their voices at the same time and turned to look out the window.

Ron and Harry waved to them happily, like two highly regarded generals.

“That’s Dad’s car.”

"They don't think they're so great, do they?" Hermione said with a ridiculous expression, clearly furious. "Great, they'll definitely deduct a lot of points from Gryffindor, and they might even be expelled!"

"Get fired?" Ginny's face turned pale, and she screamed in panic.

She was still dreaming of spending six happy years of her student life with Harry Potter! But if Hermione was telling the truth, then it was all over!

“Uh—don’t worry, I just said it’s possible.” Hermione, thinking Ginny was worried about Ron, immediately reassured her, “We did something much crazier last year, but nothing happened. As long as they don’t get seen by Muggles, I don’t think there will be any major problems. But this kind of behavior is really—”

She looked out the window, hesitant to speak, when the magical car finally shot into the clouds once more and disappeared.

"Never mind, I'll go find Neville." Hermione stood up and walked to the door alone, leaving Ginny and her classmates alone. "Have a good time, Ginny."

"Thank you."

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Chapter 4: Night Outing on the First Day of School

"Tom! You're lying to me!"

Ginny sat angrily at her desk, her quill pen practically stabbing into the paper.

It was clear she was really angry. Normally, she would address Cyrus as "Mr. Riddle" with more respect.