Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

But her curiosity was aroused, just like a cat's.

What kind of person would the real Mr. Riddle be?

I've never really understood Mr. Riddle, and now, such an opportunity is right in front of me—

“But what should I do?” Ginny’s inner desire overwhelmed all her vigilance, partly because Cyrus had already earned the girl’s trust. She almost never thought that “Mr. Riddle” could harm her.

Cyrus was very happy to see that Ginny had agreed.

If Voldemort had anything to boast about besides his magical talent, it would probably only be his handsome appearance, which Rowling himself deemed the most striking in the entire book. Before Tom Riddle underwent any dark magic transformations, he used it to seduce countless women. Even today, the soul of one of his victims still lingers in Ravenclaw's towers!

Despite being the most intelligent descendant of Ravenclaw among the four giants, he turns out to be a foolish, love-struck individual.

"You just need to bury your face in the book, and I will bring you into my memories."

The diary seemed to be blown by a strong wind, the pages flipping over with a rustling sound, finally stopping on a certain page.

Ginny stared in disbelief at the pages of the diary, which seemed to have transformed into a miniature television screen. Her hands trembled slightly as she held the book up, pressing her eyes against the small window; before she could even process what was happening, she was thrown forward; the window was expanding, and Ginny felt herself leave the chair, her head plunging into the gap in the page, into a swirling, dancing display of colors and light.

This is a hazy, gray space, with flowing silver mist all around, like drifting morning fog, looking both light and heavy.

She nervously looked around, searching for any figure that might be "Mr. Riddle".

Cyrus wasn't playing hide-and-seek with her. He stood not far away, holding a phantom of a wand that didn't belong to anyone, tilting his head and chuckling as he looked at her.

"Mr. Riddle?"

Ginny tentatively called out to him.

“Hello, Ginny.” Cyrus’s reply immediately turned her nervousness into excitement.

She trotted up to Cyrus and looked him over in surprise. This little girl probably never imagined that "Mr. Riddle," with whom she had been communicating, was so handsome.

"Are you really Mr. Riddle?"

“To be precise, it’s just his memory,” Cyrus said subtly, trying to make his words sound like a lie, yet they were indistinguishable from one. “I bet you’re quite surprised now; you probably never imagined I was a Slytherin student, did you?”

He pointed to the robe he was wearing.

“I really didn’t think about it. It’s all because you, Mr. Riddle, always encourage me to break the rules,” Ginny muttered. It seemed she didn’t think much of Slytherin.

From the moment she entered, her gaze never left Cyrus's face.

"what happened?"

“I think you look a bit like Harry, Mr. Riddle,” Ginny said hesitantly, then quickly added, “Of course, only a little bit.”

“Such coincidences aren’t entirely impossible,” Cyrus said with a smile. He certainly knew why. In fact, the blood relationship between Riddle and Harry could be traced back to the time of the Death Brothers.

“Compared to that, Ginny, you’re much cuter than I imagined,” Cyrus said without hesitation.

Ginny was immediately too embarrassed to speak and quickly looked away.

Dealing with an eleven-year-old girl was a piece of cake for Cyrus.

"Has Mr. Riddle been living in a place like this for the past fifty years?" Ginny asked, her expression immediately turning sad as she looked at the "space".

There was nothing here, pitch black, like a desolate, empty jungle in winter. The silvery mist was icy cold, suffocating just to look at. She couldn't imagine how someone could spend fifty years here; if it were her, she probably couldn't stay a day longer.

Poor Mr. Riddle...

He just wanted to see the real world, what did he do wrong?

He even took the time to help me with my homework!

Ginny wanted to hug Mr. Riddle, but when she reached out to Cyrus, her tiny hand slipped right through his body.

“Useless Ginny, I’m just a memory,” Cyrus said. “I can only see and hear, but I can’t touch or feel you—the day I shamelessly took control of your body, I felt like I was really alive! Blue sky, wind, warm sun on my body, it was incredible to be alive, don’t you think? Of course, I didn’t forget to have a nice meal at the cafeteria.”

His increasingly satisfied expression made Ginny feel even worse, and she almost cried.

"Alright!" Cyrus's tone suddenly turned stern. "That's enough, Ginny!"

The voice startled Ginny, making her tremble for a moment. Then, Cyrus said gently, "You should go back—"

"But……"

"Go quickly. It's not a good thing to stay with someone like me who's already dead, not even a ghost. When you get back, destroy the diary. If you don't have enough magic, give it to someone else. We should say goodbye. It was nice to meet you, Ginny." Cyrus said this insincerely, and his figure slowly became transparent and ethereal, disappearing into the silver memories.

"No—" Ginny bit her lip, tears streaming down her face in a straight line, and shook her head frantically.

“Listen to me, Ginny. Perhaps destruction is the final destination for a memory like mine.”

“No!” Ginny shook her head resolutely. “Mr. Riddle is my friend, and I would never kill him!”

“You will make new friends, real friends,” Cyrus emphasized.

"This is different!"

"But……"

“Does Mr. Riddle intend to hurt me? Are you planning to kill me?” Ginny quickly retorted.

“Of course not,” Cyrus vehemently denied.

This sentence is quite true.

“If that’s the case, then why should I kill Mr. Riddle?” Ginny had made up her mind and became exceptionally brave at this moment. She wiped away her tears and said forcefully, “Mr. Riddle longs to experience the real world, and I can help him!”

“I think—it’s not a big deal to lend my body to Mr. Riddle occasionally, is it?”

The cute little girl said earnestly.

At one point, Cyrus felt he deserved to die... but he still wanted to live.

"Thank you, Ginny."

Chapter 15 Spell Practice: The Unsuccessful Guardian Spell

The next morning, Ginny arrived at the lobby feeling groggy. Thinking about what had happened the night before, Ginny was still a little incredulous.

She had actually agreed to lend her body to Mr. Riddle. And that very night, she lent it out again. Now it seemed that, just as she had thought, although she was somewhat tired, nothing unexpected had happened.

Mr. Riddle would never harm her.

Ginny, still half-asleep, spread jam on the bread and mechanically stuffed it into her mouth.

Then, a huge and piercing sound exploded in the auditorium, instantly waking her up.

“Ron—how dare you cast a spell on your classmate! And you corrupted your sister too—it's not even been a month since school started! You dare to do this—and you, Fred, George!—”

Ginny saw a red letter turn into a mouth, hovering over the Gryffindor table and cursing loudly!

It had practically cursed Ron and the twins, but now it had turned its attention to itself.

This made her turn deathly pale.

Yesterday I was so focused on Mr. Riddle that I completely forgot Professor McGonagall told my mother about her casting spells on the older students.

Upon seeing the letter approaching, Ginny wished she could run away immediately. Being scolded in front of everyone would be too humiliating. In fact, the two classmates who had been sitting next to her, sensing the danger, had already jumped away, afraid of being caught in the crossfire of the shouting letter.

But to Ginny's surprise, when the howling letter hovered in front of her, Molly's voice suddenly softened: "I've heard about it, Ginny. I must say, you did a good job. Don't worry, no one's bothering your father. If Percy got cursed by a first-year student, we wouldn't have anything to say. Of course, don't be so impulsive next time. If you run into trouble, it's best to tell the professors, okay? See you during the Christmas holidays."

As soon as he finished speaking, the roaring letter burst into flames.

Ron and the twins are a bit unbalanced.

If we're talking about who's truly wicked, Ginny is the wicked one. In reality, only her spell succeeded, but they were the ones who got the blame.

"Do you think this is fair?" Ron said angrily.

"Alright, she's your sister, after all." Fred and George were quite easygoing.

"And Ginny was really cool yesterday."

Since yesterday's events spread throughout Gryffindor, Ginny has practically become a hero there, while Ron seems rather pathetic in comparison.

Ron was still angry, as if nothing good ever happened to him. Thinking of this, Ron glanced sadly at the broken wand covered in tape. If it weren't for that thing, his spell might have worked.

"Take it easy, don't be jealous of Ginny. If it weren't for her, you might still be spitting out snot right now," Hermione comforted her.

“I’m not jealous of her, she’s my sister. I just feel it’s a little unfair, like I’m the only one who’s having bad luck.” Ron had no choice but to sit down and sullenly gnaw on his chicken leg.

“I just hope Marcus Flint doesn’t get discharged before the official match,” Harry said with a smile, then quietly repeated what he had heard the night before to Ron and Hermione. He had actually already told Ron the night before, but neither of them had any clue.

-

In the days that followed, Cyrus would occasionally use Ginny's body at night.

He wasn't trying to control the basilisk to kill; in fact, the plan hadn't even truly begun yet. He spent most of his time practicing spells in the Room of Requirement. Although Cyrus had absorbed Riddle's memories and theoretical knowledge, knowing the theory and being proficient in using spells were two completely different things. Considering the potential difficulties he might face after his resurrection, Cyrus needed to make his magical power sufficiently strong.

He slowly eroded Ginny's life force, but he was careful to keep it within limits. These days, Ginny looked like she had a cold.

Halloween was fast approaching, and the temperature at Hogwarts was starting to drop. This was the peak season for the flu, and most of the young wizards in the school were listless. Percy was worried about her and kept forcing Ginny to drink energy potions. As a result, steam was constantly rising from her head, and her fiery red hair looked like it was on fire.

In the spacious classroom, several wooden puppets rushed quickly toward "Ginny".

"Ginny"—actually Cyrus—had a cold look in his eyes, holding his yew wand in his hand, and remained completely calm in the face of the attack.

Only when the puppet at the very front was close did Cyrus raise his wand with lightning speed and unleash a spell.

Struck by the curse, the doll didn't even last a second before exploding into dust that flew everywhere.

Then, without pausing, Cyrus rolled on the ground to dodge the attacks of the other two puppets, but he didn't look embarrassed at all. He crouched down, turned around, and cleaved the two puppets into sixteen pieces!

Under his control, fragments of the puppet floated up and crashed down on the other puppets like meteors, knocking them over.