Chapter 783 Long Time No See, Tom!

Draco Malfoy sat alone in the middle of the room, writing carefully compiled stories in his diary.

There is still a thick white mist lingering around, and the weak light shines from a very high place, casting shadowy black shadows in the depths of the mysterious mist, as if some extremely ancient magic ritual is being held.

Draco's heart was beating wildly, and as time passed, the courage in his heart was dissipating little by little in the silence.

Are Professor Dumbledore and the others really still paying attention to the situation here? Did Tom Riddle discover the holes in his story? How much time is left until the time promised by the eldest sister?

He tried hard to collect his increasingly scattered thoughts, and wrote with his quill as he stroked back and forth on the page.

Forging a piece of history, even just on a literal level, was not as easy as he imagined.

Whenever Draco finished writing a large section of content, Tom Riddle would quietly "eat" the content and ask questions based on some of the details, or pretend to casually ask him about some of the troubles of campus life. .

For some reason, Draco always felt like there was a pair of cold, narrow eyes watching him behind the diary.

More than once, he felt as if he was about to be exposed, and subconsciously prepared to take out the Sorting Hat and put it on - this was the special code that Elena had agreed with him before. No matter whether time was over or not, as long as he put on the hat, it meant the beginning. "Disengage".

However, this also means that his mission has failed.

"Just opening your soul unilaterally will not make Voldemort appear..."

Draco Malfoy looked at the diary solemnly, thinking of Elena's instructions in his ear.

"While you open your heart and let the man in the diary recover, I hope you can find a way to force or induce Voldemort to open a small part of his soul to you. Of course, you have to be special. Be careful..."

In the "parallel future world" he carefully weaved, the situation of the Malfoy family was far more miserable than it is now.

As the power of the Dark Lord collapsed, the loyal Death Eaters who had gathered around Voldemort suffered a ruthless joint liquidation by the Ministry of Magic and Albus Dumbledore——

The last bloodline of the Black family was imprisoned and waiting to die; the Lestrange family was eradicated; the Malfoy family dispersed their wealth in order to save their former companions...

even……

Even in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the wizards of Slytherin House have been reduced to street rats.

There are rumors that Dumbledore and the school's board of directors may be considering abolishing or reshaping the college.

"...Last semester, our college's lounge was broken into."

Draco Malfoy must concentrate on immersing himself in the emotion of sadness, anger and helplessness, otherwise he is worried that the eyes behind the diary will find that there seems to be a huge discordant gap between his emotions and the written content. .

"Dozens of seniors and seniors were repeatedly beaten by unknown thugs in corners of the school. After losing the Quidditch match, we even had to forcefully organize a banquet with a smile to welcome those opponents who defeated us through despicable means. In Dean Slytherin's class, Hufflepuff's younger students can even stand on the podium and point fingers..."

"Every night, Slytherin students gather in the lounge in panic, watching the fish in the Black Lake being slaughtered wantonly. While others in the auditorium enjoy sumptuous delicacies, only our dining table Full of stench and strange food that's darker than night..."

"Not only that, since I entered the school, we have been like the humblest house elves. In addition to weekly classes, we have to spend extra time and energy to cultivate and work in the fields outside the castle..."

"I once wanted to surrender and join those strong people..."

"But in the end, all we got in exchange was alienation, ridicule, and endless beatings and teasing. Beautiful girls from several other colleges would rather find other girls to fall in love with than set their sights on us even for a moment..."

"Over the past few years, our wizards in Slytherin House have not lived like human beings..."

"And all of this, all of this, is all because of your fault!"

Draco Malfoy scrawled in his diary so hard that he broke the pages.

"Voldemort, Tom Riddle, you ruined Slytherin House! You ruined the last glory of the pure-blood wizard family! I just don't understand why, at this point, my parents still naively placed their hopes on you! "

"I..." As if shocked by Malfoy's series of questions, the new writing on the diary suddenly froze.

Of course, it's also possible that it took him a few extra seconds to repair the page that was punctured by the quill.

All in all, compared to before, Tom Riddle's text reply speed this time was very obviously a little slower and hesitant, as if he was thinking about how to word and answer.

Before new words appeared in the diary, Draco Malfoy took a deep breath and wrote quickly with a ferocious expression.

"Speak! If you are really the most powerful wizard in history, then why don't you speak!"

"What I want to say is, actually I can change..."

Riddle's handwriting appeared directly under Draco's words, and his handwriting became messy and sloppy, as if there was a fire burning in his heart and he couldn't wait to say something in response to Draco's question.

However, compared to Draco Malfoy, who was well prepared, Riddle's response was still half a beat too late.

"Liars! Fake news! They are all ridiculous rumors!"

The quill pen in Draco Malfoy's hand was writing quickly, even a little faster than Ron's copying homework.

After the previous chat, he had gradually mastered Tom Riddle's reply speed. Under such an unexpected sudden increase in speed, the Dark Lord, who had not been able to change the rhythm of the previous conversation, was obviously at a disadvantage.

"Young Malfoy, please calm down and wait until I say something-"

He is anxious! He is anxious!

Seeing Voldemort making the final reaction predicted by Elena, Draco Malfoy was convinced, and wrote quickly without thinking with the quill in his hand.

"The descendants of Salazar Slytherin, the glory of Slytherin, the wizards who defeated death, the hopes of pure-blood wizards... are all lies! Maybe you once had a glimmer of hope, but now you It’s just a ridiculous memory hiding behind a diary, stammering and timid!”

Draco gripped the quill tightly, swinging his arm so fast that he almost knocked over the ink bottle next to him.

"If you really have the ability to change the status quo, then you should appear in front of me first——"

Wow——

The diary seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and the pages flipped back and forth, so much so that Draco Malfoy couldn't even find space to write.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that the diary stopped again and returned to the first page.

When Draco Malfoy's eyes returned to the paper, he found that it was densely smeared with black ink, leaving only a blank white space in the middle, forming a seemingly puzzling reply.

"If you persist and are willing to suffer the consequences..."

Tom Riddle replied in his diary, and there seemed to be resentment and coldness hidden in the words.

"Text communication is indeed too slow and slow. Recite this magical incantation and temporarily share part of your magic power. I can appear in front of you, and then you will understand what the true successor of Slytherin is— —”

Draco stopped his quill hesitantly - in fact, he had no place to write.

Immediately afterwards, two more white lines appeared on the diary.

A strange and difficult-to-pronounce spell.

And, a blank rectangle.

Is it finally... the time has come? A moment to face the Dark Lord?

Draco Malfoy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He paused, took out the wrinkled pointed wizard hat from his arms and waved it in the air. He raised his quill and wrote in the blank space tremblingly. On a word.

"All right."

His lips trembled and he whispered the strange spell in the notebook.

Before he could react, he felt as if there was a hole in his body, and something invisible was flowing out in a steady stream. He felt that his body began to become cold quickly...

In the field of vision directly in front of him, a vague figure was gradually taking shape.

"What a stupid and arrogant little guy. I didn't expect you to actually read it out so stupidly..."

A voice said softly.

The blurry figure gradually became clearer. It was a tall boy with black hair. Draco Malfoy frowned hard and tried to concentrate on seeing Tom Riddle's appearance, but it became increasingly difficult.

Drowsiness and exhaustion were like a layer of foggy glass blocking his vision.

"Tom—Tom ​​Riddle?"

"It's a pity, it seems I can't explain much to you..."

Riddle nodded and looked at the dense white fog around him curiously. He stretched out his hand and easily grabbed the wand he had just pulled out from Malfoy's hand, and was about to release the magic and light up some light to expel the fog.

suddenly--

Deep in the thick fog, a dazzling fire suddenly lit up.

Immediately afterwards, the fog that originally lingered around him disappeared in an instant. Less than three meters away from him, a large group of wizards looked at him with different expressions. Unprecedented powerful magic collided unscrupulously in the narrow room. With.

The wizard at the head was none other than Dumbledore, who was decades older than Tom Riddle's impression.

Beside him, Phoenix Fox had already taken Malfoy back to the starting point, and with the help of Nico Flamel, he quickly restored the vitality that had just been extracted by Voldemort using weird magic.

"Long time no see, Tom!"

Dumbledore said softly with a serious expression.

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Goo, no goo! Big chapter!