Chapter 502 Who Would Write a Diary? Tom Riddle: Me!

Peter shook his head, "Actually, I know that it is they who decide their life path. I just play a role that is neither important nor unimportant."

Peter held Diana's hand tightly and said.

Diana asked in confusion: "Why is it important and unimportant?"

"Because your children are not just your children, they are born out of life's desire for itself. They come through you, but not from you."

"Although they are with you, they do not belong to you. You can give them your love, but you cannot give them your ideas, because they have their own ideas. You can place their bodies, but you cannot place their souls, because their souls live in tomorrow's house, and you cannot visit there, not even in your dreams."

Peter slowly said the words that stunned Diana.

"You can try to be like them, but don't try to make them like you, because life will not go back, nor will it stay in yesterday."

Diana listened to Peter's words, and an indescribable emotion surged in her heart.

She exhaled deeply, cast her eyes on Peter, put away her emotions and smiled at him, saying: "I believe, Peter, one day, they will understand you."

At the same time

Tom stood in front of the window in his room. He heard the conversation between Peter and Diana through the cracks in the glass.

He was stunned and waited until Peter and Diana returned to the room before he reacted.

Sitting on the bed, he suddenly felt that something soft in his heart was touched.

He had always maintained a calm and gentle mood, but he felt a little regretful in his heart.

He shouldn't have cared about Raven.

At this moment, he had a new understanding of the word "family" in his heart.

My father was right. This is my "family", not an orphanage.

Although he had conflicts with Raven, they were not enemies and could not be treated the same way as enemies in an orphanage.

Taking a deep breath, Tom sat at the desk, opened his diary, and wrote down his thoughts for today.

"I found that I don't know my father well enough. The battle with Raven today made him very angry. I understand my father's anger and I am also upset about it. My father is right. Raven should not be my enemy. Maybe I should handle my relationship with her flexibly in the future."

The sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper sounded in the night.

"Through the battle with Raven today, I realized my shortcomings. No matter how hard I practice magic now, I will never be Raven's opponent. On this road, Raven will always be my mountain, and Loki, they are difficult for me to overcome now."

When Tom wrote here, his brows frowned slightly.

He was shocked by today's battle.

"Maybe I can find some other mysteries about Hogwarts, and use these mysteries to help me reach the great road faster. Now I have gained the trust of Harry Potter and Ron. I believe I will get the diary that Ginny received soon. I have a hunch that this diary must be closely related to me."

"In addition, I heard that there is a secret room in Hogwarts School. Legend has it that only people with Slytherin blood can open the secret room. This secret room may hide some secrets. This may be the secret that can make me powerful. I must find the entrance to this secret room."

Stop writing, Tom raised his head, and looked at the night outside with a complicated mood.

After a while, he picked up the pen and continued to write:

"Today I accidentally bumped into the ghost of Myrtle Warren, the girl who often wandered and cried in the hall. Although she has become a ghost, she still looks unhappy and keeps crying. I have seen her before. I can't understand people who vent their emotions in public. This will be considered miserable and weak. I don't think it is right to show these in front of others."

"Tears represent weakness in my world. There are no tears and complaints in my world. I believe that a person's will lies in controlling his emotions and overcoming obstacles without showing weakness. So when I passed by her, I just pretended that I didn't see it and walked past her directly."

He frowned when he wrote here.

"But she screamed immediately, and then ran away without a trace, saying 'He's here, that terrible man is back'! I don't understand why she said that, but I guess he might have known me before, or maybe she mistook me for another similar person, I need to investigate this matter."

The rustling sound of crickets came from outside the window. Tom listened to the chirping of insects and his diary came to an end.

"The diary in Ginny's hand, the Chamber of Secrets, and Myrtle Warren, these are the things I need to solve. I don't know why, I always feel that there seems to be some connection between these three things."

Closing the notebook, he fell into deep thought.

The next day, early in the morning.

Peter first took the school bus to Hogwarts and talked to Dumbledore about Raven and Tom.

He didn't expect that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would also call parents.

After talking with Dumbledore for a while and promising him that such things would not happen again, Peter left Hogwarts and returned to the farm.

As soon as he entered the farm, he saw Diana and Zatanna walking towards him with a strange look on their faces.

"What happened?"

Peter asked them.

"Something happened in Nandarbat."

"Nandharbat?"

Peter was stunned for a moment when he heard the name, then he rubbed his chin and began to remember.

He remembered the headquarters of the League of Assassins, which seemed to be nearby.

"Yes, some people believe that Nandarbat itself is at the crossroads of life and death, and the god Rama Kushna is waiting in the dark river Styx to guide righteous people to their final rest."

Zatanna tells what is special about Nandarbat.

"There is a holy realm there. It is one of the cores of magic, the energy link of magic. It took practitioners six thousand years to build it, but it turned into ashes a few minutes ago."

Peter was stunned when he heard that the sanctuary of Nandarbat was reduced to ashes.

"Who did it?"

Wonder Woman said the other person's name, "Dorn the God."

Peter asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Who is the god Dorn?"

Zatanna explained to Peter: "The god Dawn and her husband Raven came from the Obsidian Age of Atlantis around 1000 BC. They were born in North America and came from a tribe that later became the Apache tribe. Little is known about Dawn's early life, and it is unclear whether her mastery of mystical powers was learned or innate."

Zatanna also knew very little about this mysterious mage.

She had only heard each other's stories from several fellow magicians.

"The god Dawn once told the story of when she was thirteen: She was nicknamed 'The Goat', she was very different from the other girls in the tribe, and as she grew up, she attracted the attention of the man known as 'Big Father' Attention tribal leaders."

"Then her family sold her to the chief, but it ended badly. Then she met her husband Raven, whom she thought was a kindred spirit. The two later fell in love and burned down the chief's house. ”

Zatanna guessed to Peter: "A totem of the tribe in the god Dorn seems to be the source of her power, but this is just a legend, I don't know whether it is true or not."

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Peter nodded after listening.

It turns out to be the same type of totem power as the vixen.

"The god Dawn turned into the out-of-control appearance before Diana. Her whole body was radiating strong light, and a half-moon symbol appeared on her forehead. Under that terrible power, she destroyed the sanctuary."

Zatanna revealed that the god Dawn was the third person chosen by Hecate after Witchfire and Diana.

"So say"

Peter pondered and asked the two of them: "The god Dawn was also branded with a symbol on his forehead by Hecate when he was young."

Diana touched her forehead, "It's very possible."

"Well, let's go take a look first."

Peter asked the two to come with him and rush to Nandarbat.

Nandarbat, the sanctuary.

At this time, the sanctuary has been reduced to ashes.

Ten minutes ago, the god Dorn was glowing with bright light, with black blood flowing from his eyes, and he was suspended above the sanctuary.

Her eyes shot out waves of terrifying energy towards the sanctuary.

Flames and explosions swept through the thousands-year-old building in an instant.

"boom!"

Buildings collapsed and flames broke out.

The god Dorn shoots powerful magical energy from his eyes, destroying wantonly.

She knew what she was doing, and although she yelled out all the spells she knew to control her body, they all ended in failure.

She could not resist Hecate's power.

"Run quickly!"

With a ferocious expression, she used all her strength to say these words, causing the dead people in the sanctuary to run away quickly.

But the dead people of Nandarbat have guarded the door to the afterlife for generations. For a long time, they have drawn incredible strength from living with death for a long time.

The souls of the dead could leave their bodies and launched an attack on Dorn, the god in the sky.

Countless souls flew towards her.

The souls of the dead penetrated her body, trying to control Dawn.

Feeling threatened, the god Dawn, controlled by Hecate, exuded a destructive energy.

The souls of the dead people affected were instantly annihilated.

After killing the dead guards of the sanctuary, the god Dawn continued to destroy other areas of Nandarbat.

The deafening sound of "boom" kept sounding.

The entire city began to reach the brink of destruction.

After a few minutes.

"Whoosh"!

A figure suddenly appeared on the ground, and then Zatanna and Wonder Woman appeared behind Peter.

"Hecate!"

The moment Peter appeared, he shouted to the god Dawn above, "Stop!"