I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 83 Oh! My Burning Soul (Seeking first subscription!!!)

"Hey! Finally, it responded." Seeing that the laptop finally responded, Owen felt a surge of relief. More than a month of hard work typing had finally paid off.

But—humph! Let's give this little bastard a hard time for now.

It's not that he's stingy.

The main problem is that most normal people would be startled to see a notebook with its own thoughts.

Except for Harry Potter!

That guy is really stubborn!

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About two minutes later.

Owen then picked up his quill pen and continued writing.

"What are you? How can you talk but not write?"

The ink disappeared and then reappeared, but what had appeared had already taken on someone else's shape. "There must be many moving portraits in the castle! The notebook, like those paintings, was made by me when I was still a student."

"That's amazing! How do you make it? Can you teach me?"

"Yes, but it will take some time. Right now, your understanding of magic is still too superficial."

"Really? That's what they all say, even you."

Irving's Vincent is a reckless, clueless, and foolish Gryffindor.

He does things entirely out of passion.

So he had to continue writing in the child's voice: "I'm fourteen years old. Many wizards who fought against Grindelwald were also young, so why could they join the Order of the Phoenix, but I couldn't!"

"Everyone has their own place. If you want to climb higher, you need—a ladder." Tom's magical words gradually became more subtle and seductive.

A strong, seductive aura emanated from the diary.

"What should I do, Tom?"

"A meteoric rise to fame can begin right here beside you."

"Also, I'd like to ask, have you ever heard of me? What do I do?"

—Oh ho, are we going to start building up Old Tom's persona?

Having anticipated this, Irving paused for a few seconds, pretending that the boy was thinking.

"Just now I felt that your name sounded familiar, Tom. I remember now, I heard that in the forests of Albania in Europe, there is a secret Phoenix guerrilla group that is resisting Grindelwald's reign of terror, and their leader is named Tom Riddle."

"Wizard Leader Riddle, is that you?"

Irving picked up his pen and began to extoll the glorious deeds of Tom Riddle, the revolutionary leader who came from nowhere.

After writing an 800-word essay, he created a portrait of a brave and fearless people's leader who resisted a tyrant.

"Senior Tom?"

"Senior Tom, say something!"

"Could you sign your name for me?"

Irving's language is exactly like that of a fangirl meeting her idol.

Judging from the tone of his writing, if it weren't for the fact that words can't speak, he would definitely scream "Ahhh!"

"Yeah?"

This time, the laptop's water flow was indeed slower.

I guess little Tom is thinking about his future.

It took him several minutes to spit out the ink again.

"Wow! A hero! Mr. Dumbledore's spiritual successor."

"Senior Tom, what should I do now? Just tell me, and I'll do it right away."

"I'm just a notebook, I don't have any power. Maybe you should find some outside help, like I said, start by cleaning out the Dark Lord's minions from your side."

"Foreign aid?" He already knew what it was.

"Yes, you may not have heard of it, but Hogwarts Castle still contains the secret weapons of the four founders."

Hmm—this packaging is exquisite.

Irving looked at the words appearing on the notebook and nodded.

"To prevent an uncontrollable crisis from occurring in the castle, Slytherin left a secret room in the castle."

"A locked room?"

"Yes, Salazar's secret weapon is there. You can use that weapon to cleanse the Dark Lord's minions in the castle."

Wow! So you've revealed the secret of the locked room already?

Do I really have such profound literary skills?

Did he believe it?

Irving held his pen, hesitant to put it down, pondering the characters he was writing about and what he should say.

What should Harry Potter, who is wholeheartedly eager to join the Order of the Phoenix, say?

After a long silence, the quill pen kissed the notebook, and a string of elegant yet cold words appeared: "So, what's the price?"

"Hogwarts has been established for a thousand years, and there has never been any talk of the founder's secret treasure."

"I believe in Senior Tom! If it really exists, it must be extremely difficult to obtain."

"And I'm just an ordinary little wizard, like they say, not very bright, and with no magical talent whatsoever. How could I possibly obtain Salazar's relics, just because I'm a Gryffindor?"

"There's a price to pay," Tom's words appeared urgently. He seemed afraid of startling Owen, the foolish little wizard who was having his first conversation with him in who knows how many years.

"Is it life?" Irving wrote, head bowed in grief and indignation (pretending).

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"Don't worry about it, senior. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I've heard an old saying from the Ming Dynasty: 'Death is inevitable for everyone, but its weight can be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather.' If my life can end this chaotic world, then take it."

"I've noticed that the magical world today is full of poor people who have suffered so much hardship and torment."

"Those who have endured long suffering and relentless persecution by the saints yearn for freedom!"

"Senior."

"My dear senior Tom. These difficulties and setbacks will continue to exist now and in the foreseeable future, but I still have a dream. This dream is rooted in the dreams of all wizards who yearn for freedom and justice."

"I have a dream that this school will rise again and truly realize the essence of the founder's creed."

"I have a dream that the sons of former enemies, from Ireland to Khitan, can grow up freely in the same land."

"I have a dream! Even places like Azkaban and Nurmengard, where justice has been shunned, will become oases of freedom and justice."

"I have a dream! Hogwarts, the four houses, will become a place where people are judged not by blood or wealth, but by the quality of their character."

"I have a dream!!!"

"The valley rises, the mountain descends, the rugged and winding road becomes a smooth path, and Merlin's followers will no longer be divided, but will become a true family."

"This is my wish, this belief that I hold dear, even if I am shattered to pieces, even if my soul is torn to hell, even if the light of tomorrow does not shine in my eyes."

"I am willing to do it."

"I am willing to dedicate my life to a noble cause!!!"

Whether this burning soul made Tom's vile and wretched spirit feel ashamed, he didn't know.

But Irving knew.

His highly persuasive and artistic rhetoric exhausted what little ink he had left.

Squeeze it dry!

There wasn't a single drop left.

He only dared to bully Tom in the 1940s because he had never experienced the vibrant atmosphere of America in the 1960s.

And these are things that Dumbledore must never say.

Because the old principal would definitely give him a sweet smile.

Then, in a teasing tone, he added, "What? Didn't you finish memorizing it?"

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