The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 227 Slytherin-Style Acting (Please subscribe at the beginning of the month)

The diary seemed to pause for a moment, and a few seconds later a question mark slowly appeared on the first page.

The moment the question mark appeared, a mental fluctuation, like a gentle breeze, drifted out from the diary.

Needless to say, this comes from Tom Riddle's mental strength.

Moriarty activated his Occlumency technique, subtly dispelling the mental fluctuations. Lady Malfoy looked at him warily: "It's the feeling of Legilimency."

"Do you still consider it an ordinary dark magic item?"

Moriarty touched the question mark on the first page with a quill pen, and Mrs. Malfoy smiled sheepishly and changed the subject.

"I see you wrote Rubeus Hagrid's name. Rubeus Hagrid seems to be a Gryffindor."

Few people know that Rupert Hagrid and Voldemort were classmates.

Voldemort opened the Chamber of Secrets, murdered Myrtle, and framed Hagrid for it all, ultimately leading to Hagrid having his wand broken and being expelled from the guild.

Moriarty told Madame Malfoy the story of Voldemort and Hagrid, then chuckled wickedly, "Now, Hagrid is here to torment Voldemort!"

Below the question mark, he wrote: "I am Rupert Hagrid."

Mrs. Malfoy pursed her lips; she knew Moriarty's plan.

What would the Dark Lord feel if he discovered that Hagrid had found his diary?

The Dark Lord, with no nose and no hair...

I'm curious about his expression right now.

whee.

Mrs. Malfoy lay on her side on the sofa, her blonde hair cascading down, resting her head on her arm as she continued to watch the clash between Moriarty and Tom Riddle.

Moriarty glanced at her briefly; her languid, aristocratic demeanor was undeniably alluring.

Tom Riddle, unlike Moriarty, didn't leisurely admire the reclining beauty.

It took him a few minutes to connect the "Hagrid" in front of him with the "big, dumb classmate" he remembered.

The fact that Hagrid found his diary was something Tom Riddle could never have imagined.

He had considered the possibility that the diary might end up in McGonagall's hands, in the hands of old Malfoy, or in the hands of a Hogwarts student decades later...

They even considered falling into Dumbledore's hands, but never imagined it would fall into Hagrid's.

Okay, so it fell into the hands of some big oaf?

Looking at it from another angle, it doesn't seem so bad.

Rupert Hagrid.

They are simple-minded, straightforward, and without any ulterior motives.

Whenever you talk to Hagrid about magical creatures—those lowly behemoths—his mouth will spill out all the information and intelligence as if a power button has been pressed.

It's not too difficult to bewitch someone like that.

Look at Hagrid's rude act of crossing out his own name.

This is very much in line with Hagrid's style, a Gryffindor.

Moreover, judging from the way he forcefully crossed out his name, he seemed unaware that this was my Horcrux and simply thought he had found my diary.

Perhaps harboring resentment because I framed him, he couldn't wait to write his name on it, as if that would allow him to possess my diary.

Look at him, what a simple mind he has.

Now I'm even more certain that he's easy to control.

First, however, I need to determine what year it is.

As Tom thought this, a line of neat, dark ink writing appeared on the paper.

"Hagrid, my friend. How are you doing after you were expelled?"

"Look!" Mrs. Malfoy exclaimed with a hint of surprise, "He's asking you."

Moriarty picked up the diary and glanced at it, a smirk playing on his lips. Tom was trying to get information out of Hagrid.

In that case, I might as well tell you a fake time.

"I'm having a terrible time."

The Ministry of Magic broke my wand and expelled me, but thankfully Professor Dumbledore took me in, making me a gamekeeper and entrusting me with the keys.

Moriarty deliberately wrote in a very messy handwriting to further enrich the image of "Hagrid".

"Everything was going well, but then a demon appeared whose name we can't even mention!"

He killed Professor Dumbledore and took over Hogwarts!

He instilled fear in the entire magical world.

Moriarty put down his quill and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. What would Tom think?

Tom was deeply shocked; he had a premonition that the villain whose name could not even be mentioned was himself.

Because Tom Marvolo Riddle, if the alphabet is changed, it becomes "I am Lord Voldemort".

Voldemort, that was the new name he came up with for himself.

He would also cast a spell on the name, so that if a wizard uttered the name, it would break the magical barrier on the name and cause disturbance.

So Tom got excited.

In the future, I will truly be as Hagrid described—

Did they kill Dumbledore?

They've taken over Hogwarts?

The entire magical world was shrouded in my fear.

Am I really that amazing? Hehehehehe...

Tom wrote with amusement, "Is that villain, whose name we can't even mention, called Voldemort?"

Moriarty feigned panic and wrote: "No!!! I told you not to mention his name."

Tom became increasingly convinced of his judgment, and to further verify it, he wrote: "The wizards under his command are called Death Eaters, aren't they?"

"You, you, you...how did you know? Are you one of them?"

Moriarty's hands trembled, ink splattered on the paper, and he wrote these words with a shaky hand.

Upon reading this, Tom in the diary burst out laughing. He seemed to see the big, silly guy looking flustered and confused, as if he had made a mistake.

good very good.

Tom clapped his hands in satisfaction, for Hagrid's performance and for the future Voldemort.

I will protect the glory of purebloods!

It is my duty to restore Slytherin's glory!

Driven by his ideals, Tom begins to seduce Hagrid.

"Hagrid, my friend."

I am not a Death Eater, and I have absolutely no connection with that villain whose name cannot even be mentioned.

But I can help you defeat that demon.

"you?

Oh, right, my Merlin.

I haven't even asked who you are yet!

Moriarty, mimicking Hagrid's tone, belatedly wrote: "You are clearly a diary—I have never seen a talking diary!"

If it weren't stored in a diary, Tom would want to burst out laughing.

Hagrid, that big idiot, has been talking to me for so long, and he still doesn't know who I am!

He's still that same big, goofy guy.

Tom's last bit of wariness vanished, and he completely let down his guard, beginning to reveal secrets to "Hagrid".

"Who I am is not important, what's important is that I can help you defeat that demon."

Remember the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts? It contains methods to make you stronger!

I can make you stronger, and then you can defeat that demon.

Upon seeing Tom's reply, Moriarty said to Mrs. Malfoy, "Look, Voldemort was a master of manipulation in his youth; he could accurately pinpoint people's weaknesses."

"I see it now, Tom Riddle and the Dark Lord are completely different people."

Mrs. Malfoy shifted her position, lying face down on the sofa, resting her chin on the armrest, and nodded gently at Moriarty.

This pose was even more alluring, and the fullness of her buttocks reminded Moriarty of something, but he raised an eyebrow without saying anything and continued writing in his diary.

I don't know whether I should trust you or not.

After Dumbledore's death, that evil sorcerer destroyed the school and took over the Ministry of Magic. Moody led us in resistance, but it wasn't very effective...

"If the situation hadn't deteriorated to that extent, I would have handed you over to Moody's directly."

Mimicking Hagrid's pitiful tone, Moriarty laughed mockingly.

This information is enough for Tom to conjure up a rich little story in his mind.

Both Tom and Voldemort always loved to think they were clever.

Sure enough, Tom presumptuously began to analyze the situation that "Hagrid" had described.

After Dumbledore's death, Moody's prestige and power were sufficient to make him the leader to succeed Dumbledore.

Moreover, taking over the Ministry of Magic was one of his wishes.

My future self will be incredibly outstanding!

Tom thought narcissistically, eager to go out and meet his future self.

However, the prerequisite for going out is to absorb enough spiritual energy and life force.

So Tom needs to trick Hagrid into his memory, or make Hagrid inseparable from him, so that he can gradually absorb Hagrid's spiritual power and life force.

In order to see his super-perfect self as soon as possible, Tom chose the former.

"Hagrid, my friend."

You can try trusting me; I can take you to see a memory that contains the method to become stronger.

Tom only wanted to trick "Hagrid" into his memory. He didn't care if his identity was exposed, because he wouldn't let "Hagrid" be revealed.

In order to get out, I had to absorb the spiritual and life force of the filthy giant.

After I get out of here, I'll have to make my future self make it up to me!

Tom's imagination ran wild, triggering that memory.

The diary seemed to be blown open by a strong wind, the pages flipping over with a rustling sound, stopping at a page from mid-June.

Mrs. Malfoy's red lips parted slightly as she stared blankly at the small square on June 13th, which seemed to have transformed into a miniature magical camera.

"From here, enter the Dark Lord's memories?" Madame Malfoy sat up and looked at Moriarty.

Upon receiving a definite answer, Mrs. Malfoy's eyes lit up with joy. She extended her right hand to Moriarty, "Could you show me inside?"

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