Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

"Mr. Riddle won the award because he caught the last person to open the locked room fifty years ago!"

"What?" The three of them immediately stood up, staring wide-eyed at Ginny, who was always quick to shock. Never before had they felt so close to the truth.

"who is it?"

In the small, enclosed room, the three breathing sounds suddenly became rapid.

However, Ginny shook her head.

“Mr. Riddle didn’t tell me.”

Hearing this, the three of them sat back down on the dusty floor, dejected. But then, Harry seized on the clue: "Didn't tell you? What do you mean by 'didn't tell you'?"

“Because that diary has a mind of its own; Mr. Riddle put his memories in it. I was communicating with him all last semester, and after the locked room was opened again, he said he wanted to find the murderer again. Now the diary has been stolen! Mr. Riddle must have discovered something, and that's why the heir is targeting him!” Ginny said, her voice breaking with tears.

Hermione thought she'd been surprised enough today, and nothing could surprise her more. But now she knew she was wrong.

Ron's face was filled with fear and lingering apprehension: "You, how dare you talk to a thinking thing! What if it curses you?"

“Mr. Riddle would never do that!” Ginny said angrily, knowing that others probably wouldn’t accept it after hearing about the diary.

“Mr. Riddle wouldn’t hurt me, he’s my friend! He’s helped me a lot, taught me spells, guided me in transfiguration and potions, and all sorts of antidotes. If it weren’t for Mr. Riddle, you might still be spitting out slugs right now!”

Ron was immediately mortified.

Now, all three of them know why Ginny is so outstanding.

“But he has thoughts… If it were me, I would never trust him so easily…” Ron remained wary.

"Then tell me, did I look like I was in danger? If Mr. Riddle wanted to harm me, he would have succeeded already! But he didn't! He even helped me with my homework!"

"What?!" Ron and Hermione screamed at the same time, even with the same gaping mouths. "He actually did your homework?"

“This is insane! Riddle must be a terrible person! How could he do this?” said Hermione.

“This is absolutely insane! He must be a really good guy! Why wasn’t I the one who got this notebook?” That was Ron.

Hermione kicked him hard.

Harry now understands the situation perfectly well.

"But who stole the diary?"

“It must be someone else from Gryffindor! And a girl!” Ron said without hesitation. “Otherwise, no one could enter the girls’ dormitory.”

“That’s not necessarily true. Don’t forget you were in the Slytherin common room a few weeks ago!” Hermione reminded them of the Polyjuice Potion. But this greatly increased the number of suspects.

"Could it be Malfoy—but Malfoy isn't Slytherin's heir!"

The group was once again at a stalemate.

Harry felt immense pain, as if a fruit that was about to ripen had vanished without a trace.

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Cyrus felt immense pain, like a fruit that was about to ripen but had vanished without a trace.

He had spent so long gaining Ginny Weasley's complete trust and earning her a brief period of freedom. And now, the diary had fallen into someone else's hands. And he didn't even know who that person was.

Could it be Dumbledore?

Did he change his mind about training Harry and decide to just destroy me instead?

Just as he was struggling with this, a passage of text finally appeared.

"Show me your secret!"

Show me the secret of your size, Cyrus just wants to punch him twice!

You better not find out who you are, or you're dead!

Of course, this was just an angry outburst. In any case, in order to be resurrected, he still had to patiently bewitch the little wizard in front of him.

First, we need to confirm his identity.

"who are you?"

On the other side, Malfoy's face immediately lit up with a smile upon seeing the diary's response.

I never expected that just writing down a secret message would actually reveal the secret of this diary.

"Am I really a genius?"

After a brief moment of self-satisfaction, Malfoy immediately continued writing in his diary.

“My name is Draco Malfoy. My father told me that this diary can help me open the Chamber of Secrets! Your master must be the last person to open the Chamber of Secrets, right? Tell me, where is he? I want him to serve me!” Draco had already forgotten Lucius’s warning.

Soon I will be the heir to Slytherin, why should I need to be subservient?

Draco Malfoy? And Lucius made him do it?

Cyrus was stunned.

You thick-browed, big-eyed Lucius, so you've betrayed the revolution too!

The thought of being betrayed right after writing a letter to Lucius Malfoy made Cyrus feel suffocated.

Of course, he believed that Lucius wouldn't dare to openly betray Voldemort; at least at this stage, Lucius was still on the opposite side of Dumbledore.

It must be because of the letters I wrote in the past that he misunderstood...

"So, it turns out I've shot myself in the foot?"

"Forget it, it'll be the same if it's Malfoy, but we need to gain his trust quickly!"

Thank you so much, Mingyue Mujixu, for the 1000-coin reward! Love you! I had a job interview today, oh my god, a two-hour commute, four hours round trip, does anyone understand?! And I might not even get the job, sob sob sob.

Chapter 44 Cause and Effect

Gaining Draco's trust was easier than expected, and Cyrus knew this was probably thanks to Lucius. Draco still greatly admired his father, and since Lucius told him the diary could help him unlock the secret room, Draco naturally believed him without question.

Through his conversation with Draco, Cyrus learned the whole story.

At that time, Cyrus disguised himself as Draco and found the Malfoy family's owl. The owl did not recognize that the Malfoy in front of him was not Malfoy, and so he flew to Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire with the letter.

He was afraid that Lucius Malfoy would disobey his orders, so when he wrote the letter, he explicitly implied that Draco's fate was in his hands and that Lucius should cooperate with him to expel Dumbledore from the school.

As a result, when Lucius and Narcissa received the letter from their "son," they immediately panicked, leading to a misunderstanding.

Let's go back to those days around Christmas.

Wiltshire, Malfoy Manor.

"It's already Christmas, they should finally quiet down a bit!" Narcissa looked unhappy, a displeasure that ruined her natural beauty and made her seem like someone who wasn't easy to approach.

But this wasn't entirely her fault. The Ministry of Magic had been giving them trouble all year, trying to find the Malfoy family's hidden dark magic artifacts. Although Lucius had secretly dealt with the most troublesome batch, the Malfoy family hadn't exactly been the nice guys in the wizarding world for so many years. Unless the entire manor was reduced to an empty shell, they wouldn't be able to finish dealing with it.

And then there's her beloved son, Draco. It was because of the relentless search that Lucius decided to let Draco spend Christmas at school this year. Naturally, Narcissa was unhappy that she couldn't see her precious son during her long-awaited holiday.

"I've already put pressure on the Daily Prophet and the Ministry of Magic. Luckily, Arthur Weasley has a stupid son, and that Harry Potter—"

Lucius, naturally, would not stand idly by in the face of Weasley's targeting.

Arthur Weasley, right?

If you cause me trouble, I won't let you get away with it!

In fact, he had already taken action during the summer vacation. He remembered a diary that Voldemort had entrusted to him for safekeeping. That diary looked like something from the Muggle world, and if it hadn't been left to him by that person, he would have thrown it away as trash long ago.

Lucius remembered asking the Dark Lord why he had entrusted him with the care of a notebook from the Muggle world.

The Dark Lord's answer at the time was: the diary is the key to unlocking the secret room.

If that Dark Lord were still alive, Lucius would never dare hand over the diary, but now, the Lord has been gone for eleven years. In that case, why not use this diary to cause the Weasleys a little trouble?

He didn't let the flying car incident go either. He not only contacted newspapers to make a big fuss about it, but also bribed some officials in the Ministry of Magic who were on good terms with him, putting Arthur Weasley in the spotlight.

Now, that infuriating, endless search has finally come to an end.

“I think you should go to Hogwarts and bring Draco back,” Narcissa said with some concern. “Last time Draco wrote back, he said there had been an attack at the school. I’m afraid the Chamber of Secrets has really been opened. I’m worried that it will be dangerous for him to stay at the school.”

Lucius hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "The one attacked was just a Mudblood, Draco won't be in danger. Besides, I've already written to him telling him not to show his face in public. He knows very little about this, there won't be any problems."

It's not that it's impossible to bring Draco home, but Draco is going to be the heir to the Malfoy family, so we shouldn't be so pretentious.

As the two were talking, they saw a shadow flying in the sky.

It was the owl they had bought for Draco.

"Didn't Draco send a letter a few days ago?" Narcissa eagerly took the letter from the owl, opened it, and within seconds, her already pale face turned even whiter. She covered her mouth in fear, her whole body seemingly about to collapse.

"what's wrong?"

Lucius had a bad feeling and quickly took the letter to read it:

My dearest servant, Lucius Malfoy:

I'm truly sorry, Lucius. Did you forget my magic because I disappeared from everyone's sight for a while? Otherwise, how dare you give away what I entrusted to you? I think you probably believe that the Dark Lord is dead, defeated by a baby who can't even walk, as countless people say, so you're eager to distance yourself, right?

"—" Lucius had only read the first paragraph when his breathing became rapid, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and he slowly murmured, "He's back...he's back..."

Then, filled with fear, he continued watching.

I have to admit that I'm not in the best condition right now, but killing a few people would still be a piece of cake.

Now, I need you to do something to atone for your mistake. It's not too difficult—just expel Dumbledore from the school!