The Magical Food God of Hogwarts

Chapter 120 Riddle berates Voldemort

Diary entry: "???"

The three question marks were all bigger than the last, followed by a line of trembling text: "Hahaha, Lucas, you're so funny."

When you say "did," you mean to kill it, and "duck" must refer to some newly discovered, ferocious, duck-like magical creature, right?

"No, it's the kind of duck that's used for meat, the kind that quacks loudly," Lucas wrote enthusiastically. "I used a bone-removing spell to remove all its bones, then stuffed it with a variety of fillings to make a delicious Eight Treasure Gourd Duck. Everyone who tried it said it was great!"

"Thank you!"

Just as the diary began to twitch, I finally read a new sentence written by Lucas.

"I've also grasped the wonder of how spells can be used at will. Cooking magic, used from a different angle, becomes highly effective combat magic, and even bloody black magic, if used in a different way, can become cooking magic!"

"I used the Bone Extraction Spell to make the Eight Treasure Gourd Duck, and I also used it to repel many Greendylows in Black Lake. It really works very well."

""

Riddle finally caught his breath and managed to kill a few Grindylows, finally getting something worthwhile.

If you can kill Grindelwald today, you can kill Grindelwald tomorrow. Very good, the future is promising.

Flowing, elegant cursive script appeared in the diary: "Lucas, it seems you have a good grasp of how to use power. Using the Bone-Pulling Curse in cooking is quite an interesting approach."

"Very good. Not being bound by formalities, but only pursuing results, is one of the qualities a powerful wizard should possess. Under my tutelage, you will surely reach the pinnacle of life."

"So, Lucas, how's your task of compiling a list of major events in the British magical world from 1940 to the present, which I gave you last time, coming along?"

"I've finished it all," Lucas wrote immediately, placing the parchment Hermione had given him in front of him and copying it down line by line.

Major Events in British Wizarding History (1940-1991)

It seems like it's already 1991?

Riddle read what Lucas had written, comparing it with his own memories, and nodded silently.

I was created in June 1943. As a completely independent Horcrux, I only have memories up to that point.

But I know that my original self held me for several decades afterward, and if he were willing to share his memories with me, I wouldn't be completely ignorant of the present world.

But he didn't!

Because he was so wary of me—

Over the years, he only gave me one order: to send me to Hogwarts, to open the Chamber of Secrets and clean up the castle, and to cooperate with his actions.

Command — Hehe.

I don't need you to share my memories with me; I have my own ways. I am a descendant of the great Slytherin.

I am Lord Voldemort!

Now, isn't intelligence coming in continuously?

I deliberately had McGregor collect history since 1940, and then verified it with the intelligence I already knew about the period from 1940 to 1943 to confirm the accuracy of what he had collected.

Yes, not bad. The key points are clear, the language is concise, and they are all major events that could affect the magical world. There is no useless information.

McGregor, that idiot whose head is full of food, is surprisingly doing a good job?

If there's still a chance to spare his life, let him follow me.

Wait a minute, what did I just see?

In 1945, Albus Dumbledore defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald, ending Grindelwald's reign of terror in Europe and imprisoning him in Nurmengard Prison. For this achievement, Dumbledore was awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class.

Grindelwald, who had practically unified all of Europe, was actually defeated!

And he was defeated by Dumbledore!

There are rumors of a complicated relationship between Grindelwald and Dumbledore, a love-hate relationship, and so on.

But that's not the point! The point is, Grindelwald possesses the most powerful Elder Wand in the world!

Since Dumbledore defeated him, the Elder Wand belongs to Dumbledore.

That damned old fox, he's the only one I truly fear, if he still wields the Elder Wand—I wonder where he is now, what he's doing? That old bastard, at his age, he might just catch a cold and die?

Filled with such anticipation, Riddle continued to browse quickly until he saw—1956, Dumbledore has been the headmaster of Hogwarts ever since.

To this day—the old man is still alive, and he's still the principal!

Reid felt a chill run down his spine. Damn it, I'm at Hogwarts now, I have to be careful, I can't let him find out—and the plan to extract power from McGregor needs to be expedited—

Furthermore! Since Dumbledore has been comfortably serving as headmaster until now, it means that my original self probably hasn't fulfilled his ambitions?

What is the main body doing?! There is clearly a golden opportunity! Grindelwald was like a mountain, with him around, I would never have a chance to rise, but now that he has been brought down by Dumbledore, it is my time to rise!

I have already gained a group of pure-blood followers at Hogwarts, and I have established the Knights of Walppus.

Just as I should press on, gather support, win hearts and minds, expand my influence with my strength and charisma, amass wealth and seize power, and proclaim the slogan of making purebloods great again.

Gradually integrate the British wizarding world, then connect with France, Germany—the whole of Europe, inherit Grindelwald's legacy, and finally reign supreme over Europe and look out over the world!

Oh, my true self, after all these years, haven't you made any progress? What are you doing? Have you accomplished nothing?

Riddle skimmed through the list, trying to find clues in the historical events that Lucas continued to recount.

But—there are indeed incidents related to me, but how come they all involve bloody and violent events?

Moreover, they are becoming increasingly mindless and brutal.

This shouldn't be happening! It can't be like this!

After my original body split into two, it became a killing eagle that only knew how to kill.

Even if I'm a complete failure, I can't possibly degenerate into a terrorist!

Finally, a message caught my eye.

In 1970, Voldemort's Death Eaters openly raised the banner bearing the Dark Mark, and the incantation "Resurrect the Bones" echoed throughout London, announcing the outbreak of the First Wizarding War in Britain.

Lucas was writing when his diary suddenly began to shake violently, twitching as if it had suffered a stroke.

what's wrong?

In the darkness he couldn't see, Riddle's handsome face was completely distorted.

You're a pig! You're even worse than a pig!

What "Death Eaters," what "Dark Mark," what "Reappearance of Bones," what "Wizard Wars"—what the hell?!

Did a pig eat your brain?!

Renaming my "Wolpings Knights" is one thing, but what kind of idiotic name did you come up with? Death, darkness, demons, and bones—are you trying to make sure everyone knows this is a terrorist group?!

Aside from a bunch of lunatics who love bloodshed and violence, a bunch of useless people who are coerced by violence, and a bunch of opportunists with ulterior motives, what decent people can join their ranks?

Death Eaters? I'd say they're more like shit eaters!

You shit!!!

And you even started a wizarding war—war should be a victory proclamation, a final act of violence when the tide has turned. A single decisive battle should wipe out the last vestiges of resistance, allowing for a clean and decisive victory. But you—

With your brain that's been eaten by pigs, I dare say you don't have that ability at all. What you think is a conquest will actually turn into a protracted war and a war of attrition. Terrorist forces can never last long!

Riddle furiously cursed his original self, tearing apart all elegance, before finally calming down and letting out a long sigh as he looked at the darkness enveloping him.

Given the way the entity is acting, it has probably already failed, hasn't it?

No wonder, no wonder. After he handed me over to someone else, there has been no news of me all these years. I had a bad feeling.

This time it fell into McGregor's hands again, but luckily I still had my brain working, so I chose to use this method to probe and obtain intelligence.

If I had initially assumed McGregor was someone planted by the original creator and revealed my identity directly, I'd probably be on Dumbledore's desk by now.

Indeed, you need brains to have a chance.

Body, where's your brain?

It's one thing if you fail, but you can't be beaten to death and then survived because of me, only becoming a wandering ghost, hiding in some desolate wilderness eating dead rats, right?

Riddle's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty as he continued looking down.

After Voldemort unleashed a series of terrifying shocks—

Harry Potter was born on July 31, 1980.

Who is Harry Potter? Why is his birth mentioned separately?

Who was he? What great things did he do?

But if this year is 1991, Harry Potter would only be 11 years old. What makes him so great?

Riddle composed himself, and then he immediately knew the answer.

On October 31, 1981, Voldemort attempted to kill Harry Potter but was severely wounded and disappeared (it is widely believed that he was dead or completely defeated). The Death Eaters scattered and disintegrated that night, marking the end of Voldemort's Dark Ages. Harry Potter became the "Boy Who Lived" and the "Savior," and the First Wizarding War ended.

The diary trembled violently in Lucas's hand!

Then Lucas was shocked to discover that the words he wrote on were no longer absorbed by the diary.

"The Book of Legacy?" Lucas wrote. "What's wrong with you?"

There was no reaction; the ink slowly dried on the paper.

Uh, the diary, is it dead?

Suddenly, the diary started shaking again, twitching like it was having an epileptic seizure.

A large spurt of ink gushed out, splashing quite a bit onto Lucas's arm, and blurry, distorted characters appeared on the diary.

"Harry Potter?"

"How could a one-year-old baby defeat Voldemort?"

"Even if Voldemort were a pig, a one-year-old baby couldn't kill a pig!"

"Unless Voldemort is even worse than a pig! No, he'd be killed by a one-year-old baby. He's nothing but a fart, a pile of shit!"

"Lucas, you're lying!"

Lucas quickly wrote: "I know this is unbelievable. I don't know if Voldemort was a fart or a pile of shit, but he was indeed defeated by one-year-old Harry, died a gruesome death, and disappeared completely. This is big news that everyone knows, every wizard knows it."

This time, the diary fell silent again.

After a frenzied outburst, Riddle finally regained his composure.

The original entity is truly disappointing, no, hateful and despicable!

I really don't want to admit that this pile of garbage is actually the real thing!

No, he is no longer worthy to be the original form.

He is already dead, but he is clinging to life through my existence. I must regain my strength as soon as possible, escape this diary, and even gain a physical form, until I am resurrected!

I am the real Lord Voldemort!

"Well, I got a little too excited," the diary entry read. "Mainly because what you wrote was so outlandish; no one would believe a one-year-old baby could have such power. Tell me more about Harry Potter; I'm very interested in it. Where did his power come from, and why is it so strong? It would be very helpful for your legacy development plan."

Lucas was somewhat helpless.

No matter how interested you are, it's useless. I don't see anything special about Harry, nor do I see any powerful abilities in him. If he really had any magic, he wouldn't have been treated like a house-elf by the Dursleys and ended up malnourished.

The poor kid only gained a few pounds after arriving at Hogwarts.

So he wrote down what he knew about Harry, and the diary asked in surprise, "How do you know so much detail? Do you know Harry Potter?"

Lucas wrote, "He was my classmate, we were friends."

Yes! I'm so angry! I completely forgot that if this year is 1991, Harry Potter should be in his first year of school!

The diary quickly wrote: "Great! Well then, this is your second test. You must carefully gather information about Harry from all aspects, conduct a reasonable analysis of how he defeated Voldemort, and then tell me your analysis."

"Furthermore, Lucas, as a reward for your excellent completion of the first test, I will teach you a new spell."

"You said you encountered some Grindylows, right? You must have already discovered that the Bone Extraction Curse can only work on a single enemy and cannot deal with a group of enemies at the same time."

"Now, I will teach you a powerful, wide-area spell, specifically designed to clear out these clusters of enemies."

"The spell is called Confringo."

"This is a high-level spell, and its key points are very complex, including the use of will, spell syllables, and hand gestures. But what I'm teaching you is the improved and optimized version by my master, and it's even more powerful."

"Perhaps your current level of magic is not high enough, but as long as you keep these key points in mind, once your magic grows to a certain level, and after a lot of practice, you will be able to master this spell."

The diary revealed the essentials of the spell. Lucas had seen the spell's name in the book and knew it was a highly destructive form of black magic that could cause a chain of explosions—undoubtedly a curse. However, the diary stated that the application of the spell depended entirely on the wizard; a curse used well could even save lives, so as long as it worked, that was enough, and there was no need to worry about the details.

In the future, I will often need to search for magical ingredients, and I will definitely encounter groups of enemies. At that time, this spell will be able to show its power.

Just as Lucas was about to write a few more words, he suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him. The dizziness made him unable to hold the pen, and he hurriedly closed the diary.

So...so sleepy...How come it's already so late...?

Lucas loosened his grip and collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep almost instantly.

The last sentence of the diary flashed into my mind.

66

...After you complete this test, I will teach you more...

""