Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 57 Tom Riddle

Tiera stopped in her tracks, frozen in place, her expression shifting as she stared at the diary in the fireplace.

Finally, Tiera sighed, drew her wand, and waved it.

The diary flew out of the fireplace and landed lightly on the coffee table.

Tierra slowly brought her hand closer to the diary.

It's ice cold.

This was Tiera's first impression after coming into contact with the diary.

Suddenly, a scene flashed through Tierra's mind—

A tall, dark-haired boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, so thin he was almost unrecognizable, huddled in a blank expanse of light.

Tiera felt a sudden change in her spiritual being; a faint, almost imperceptible wisp of magic flowed into the diary.

Fortunately, Tiera's self-control far surpassed that of an ordinary child. She immediately cut off her own magical energy transmission.

But it was too late. The scene Tiera saw just before pulling her finger back was the gaunt boy opening his eyes.

The diary, which had been closed and placed on the coffee table, automatically flipped to the first page without any wind, and a line of text gradually appeared on it:
"Hello, my name is Tom Riddle, what's your name?"

Tierra, who had retreated behind the sofa, tensed up and raised her wand when she saw the words appear in the book.

However, Tierra eventually lowered his wand, knowing that unless he was willing to lose another finger, his current magic was no match for the diary.

He picked up a quill pen that someone had left on the table, dipped it in ink, and wrote in his diary:

"Hello, Tom, my name is Tyella."

"Hello, Tyella, are you a young wizard at Hogwarts?" Another line appeared in the diary.

“Yes,” Tierra wrote.

What grade are you in this year?

"First year," Tierra answered seemingly honestly, while her fingers secretly touched her notebook.

[Great, it's a little rascal in first grade.]

"Welcome, welcome to the Hogwarts family."

Tiera's fingers conveyed to him information entirely different from written words.

Tiera frowned almost imperceptibly, then continued writing:

Are you also a student at Hogwarts?

What's wrong with this kid? Why can't I read his thoughts at all?

"Yes, if you count, I'm actually your senior, having entered Hogwarts a few years earlier than you."

Tierra understood; he knew that it was his own mental defenses at work.

Although this spell developed by Merlin to resist the spiritual corruption of Outer Gods is only at the first level, it can still defend against a weakened Horcrux.

After all, what he was facing now was only a fragment of Voldemort's soul, not the full-fledged Voldemort himself.

"Who gave you to me?" Tierra wrote.

"Our meeting was a gift from fate." These words appeared in the diary.

At the same time, Tierra learned Voldemort's true thoughts through his fingers:
[Malfoy is indeed unreliable, so casually handing over my Horcrux to a mere novice wizard. But it's alright, perhaps I can resurrect him through him... Hmm, I must first gain his trust. No, that's not enough, I need to control him, I need to make him my slave!]

"Well," Tyrell thought, "Voldemort's a master of manipulation." He wondered if Bella Strange had been driven mad by Voldemort.

"A gift of fate?" Tiera wrote again, adding a big question mark.

"I am the book of wisdom and the book of power; I can grant your wishes."

"Whether you want to win over the girl you like or beat the classmate you hate, I can help you achieve it."

That was true, but Tiera also felt a strange force trying to penetrate his mental walls.

Damn it, why can't I draw upon his magic?

To avoid arousing Voldemort's suspicion, Tierra slightly loosened her mental dimension, revealing a wisp of magic that even a simple levitation spell couldn't sustain.

Voldemort, now satiated with the magic, remained as thin as ever, but a faint, wicked smile now graced his face.

He was plotting how to squeeze every last drop of magic from Tiera.

Because Tiera only revealed her magic, but did not fully open her spiritual dimension.

Therefore, Voldemort could only obtain limited information about Tyrell.

Or rather, he can only know the information that Tiera wants him to know.

Voldemort only knew that Tyrell was also an orphan, equally intelligent, and equally ambitious.

Unlike herself, Tyella did not have noble blood, nor did she possess the skill to charm or bewitch people. Instead, she was ostracized by the young wizards of Gryffindor because of her timidity and dullness.

[Just like Peter, that rat.] Voldemort thought viciously.

Tierra, mimicking her approach to dealing with the Sorting Hat at the beginning of the school year, fed the diary information that was half true and half false.

Compared to a few months ago, Tyella made great progress in both magic and spirit, and it was effortless for her.

Suddenly, Tiera seemed to have a glimmer of understanding about how to construct the virtual spiritual dimension of magical items.

"Do you know how to make magical items? Can you brew potions? Do you know how to curse my classmates? My classmates always discriminate against me and bully me. I'm going to teach them a lesson." Tiera picked up her pen and asked several questions in a row.

"What a foolish Mudblood," Tyella heard Voldemort say. "But the more foolish the better. When I'm resurrected, perhaps I can turn you into an Infernal."

But the notebook reads: "Of course, our meeting is a gift of fate. In my long and boring time, I have finally met a lovely little wizard. Your wish is my mission."

Tierra almost rolled her eyes. Sure enough, the traitors were the most despicable. Aren't you a traitor yourself?

So is this what conversion fanaticism is all about?

……

Meanwhile, at the Christmas dinner, Harry nervously looked up and nudged Ron.

"Hey Ron, have you seen Tierra?"

"No," Ron mumbled as he stuffed buttered potatoes into his mouth.

“Ron, I want to go to the dormitory to look for Tyella,” Harry said worriedly. “Tyella acted very strangely when she received that gift today, and I’m scared…”

“Hey, don’t worry, he’s Tyella.” Ron interrupted, a little confused by Harry’s concern. “He’s Tyella, he can… Hey, look Harry, Tyella’s here!”

Harry followed Ron's finger toward the door and saw Tyrell walk in with a faint smile on her face.

Tyella looked a little tired, but for some reason, Harry felt that Tyella was more charming than before, giving off a gentle, spring-like feeling that made him want to get close to her.

(End of this chapter)