Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

"Thank you, Hermione, thank you so much..."

Hermione smiled slightly, said nothing, and began to make plans in her mind.

However, before that, she needed to appease Ginny to prevent the little girl from causing any more trouble.

“Ginny, go back and rest. Remember, don’t mention this to anyone, understand?” Hermione instructed.

Ginny nodded and obediently left.

After Ginny left, Hermione picked up the diary on the table and gently opened it.

Originally, her plan was to have Harry continue to draw fire from the front while she quietly made her fortune in the back.

But Ginny's move was somewhat unexpected.

As Hermione was thinking, the spellbook in her mind suddenly reacted.

【Wonderful Object】

Horcrux (Tom Marvolo Riddle)

One of Voldemort's Horcruxes, containing a fragment of Voldemort's soul at age sixteen, possessing the power to bewitch people.

Hermione was somewhat surprised.

How could this thing be identified as a rare object?

At that moment, a line of ink writing slowly appeared on the blank page of the diary.

"Hello, Hermione Granger."

Immediately afterwards, a strange thought surged into Hermione's mind. This thought seemed to possess some kind of magic, capable of influencing one's mind and making one unconsciously act according to its will.

If it were any other wizard, they would probably have fallen for the trick and obediently followed the instructions in the diary.

However, Hermione was not swayed.

Her brain surgery is highly advanced, far surpassing Ginny's.

With the diary's remaining power, it was utterly incapable of breaking through her mental defenses.

"Stop playing tricks, come out, Voldemort," Hermione said calmly.

The writing in the diary paused for a moment, as if somewhat surprised.

"How did you know?"

A voice came from the diary, carrying a hint of coldness and doubt.

Do you think you're the only one who knows how to play word games?

Hermione smiled dismissively, and several words made of magic slowly appeared in the air.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle".

Then, the letters in the air began to spin and recombine rapidly, eventually settling into another sentence.

“I am Lord Voldemort.”

“Ginny is right, you are indeed very smart.” Tom’s voice rang out again, with a hint of undisguised surprise. “She mentioned you to me, saying that you defeated Quirrell and are a magical genius no less than me.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying: "Stop talking nonsense, just say what your purpose is."

“My goal is simple,” Tom’s voice became low and seductive. “I want to regain my body, carry on Slytherin’s legacy, and eliminate those wizards of impure blood. If you are willing to assist me, I may consider letting you go.”

"Hahahaha..." Hermione couldn't help but laugh out loud, her laughter filled with sarcasm. "What right does a prisoner have to negotiate with me?"

With a thought, an invisible force instantly acted on the diary.

Chapter 102 A Slap and a Sweet Treat

"what--!"

Tom let out a piercing scream.

The diary trembled violently, as if it were enduring immense torment.

From the moment the diary was identified as a "wonder" by the magic book and its analysis was completed, Hermione had gained absolute control over it.

In other words, Tom Riddle's soul fragments are now completely in Hermione's hands, with no possibility of resistance.

She can roll and flatten the dough at will, sometimes arranging it into a human character, sometimes into a straight line.

Let alone tormenting him, it could even completely annihilate his soul with a single thought.

"You, you lowly mud-blood... what have you done to me?!"

Tom's voice was broken and intermittent, filled with barely suppressed terror.

He could clearly feel his soul being torn apart and crushed by an irresistible force; the pain was more terrifying than death.

"Looks like you're determined to take this beating."

Hermione said helplessly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

With a thought, the screams in the diary became even more shrill.

She flipped through the diary in her hand as if she were looking at an interesting toy.

Who's a kind person who keeps a diary?

"Stop...stop! I...I give up..."

I'm already honest, please let me go.

Tom's voice was pleading; he had never imagined he would end up in such a predicament.

He was once Hogwarts' most outstanding student, Slytherin's most promising heir, and destined to become the greatest dark wizard.

But now, he is like an ant, being manipulated by a girl, powerless to resist.

“Tom Riddle… well, I’ll just call you Voldemort. You want to have a body, don’t you?” Hermione suddenly asked.

Xiao Fu's weak voice rang out: "Yes."

"As long as I successfully bewitch someone, I... I can absorb their soul power... When the power is sufficient, I can manifest, and even have a physical form, and use magic..."

Xiao Fu's voice was intermittent.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat.

Soul power?

She remembered that in the original story, Xiao Fu was able to manifest by bewitching Ginny and absorbing her life force.

It seems that the reason this diary is so special is because it was Voldemort's first Horcrux. The multiple splits of his soul gave the fragments in the diary a clear sense of self, making it completely different from other Horcruxes.

“But,” Hermione changed the subject, “have you considered what would happen to your original body if you actually succeeded in regaining your original form and ruling the wizarding world? Between the two of you, who would listen to whom?”

Xiao Fu got stuck.

He had never thought about this question.

Or rather, he subconsciously avoided the question.

Voldemort was extremely arrogant and would never allow anyone to challenge his authority.

At the same time, he was extremely afraid of death, so he split his soul to create Horcruxes in order to pursue immortality.

If one day, the version of myself in the diary truly possesses complete power, even surpassing the power of my original self...

What will the other party do?

"It seems you haven't thought about it." Hermione's voice carried a hint of mockery. "Then let me ask you, knowing yourself as you do, would you tolerate another version of yourself sharing everything with you?"

Xiao Fu remained silent.

Of course not!

He couldn't accept even sharing a portion of the power, let alone dividing everything equally.

"I'm afraid that when the time comes, your true self would rather destroy you as a Horcrux than allow you to continue existing." Hermione's voice, like a devil's whisper, echoed deep within Voldemort's soul. "After all, to him, you are merely a tool, a tool to ensure his immortality."

"Tools, on the other hand, do not need to have self-awareness."

Although Tom did not speak, the diary trembled violently, revealing his extreme inner turmoil.

“So,” Hermione’s voice became soft and seductive, “there is only one way if you want to continue to exist.”

"What's the solution?" Tom's voice was tinged with urgency.

"Kill your original self and take your place." Hermione's voice was calm and cold. "There can only be one Voldemort in the world, and that is you."

“You…” Xiao Fu’s voice was filled with shock.

"You need to distinguish between primary and secondary tasks, and know what is most important at the moment."

"Should I continue to fight against you with my boring prejudices about bloodline, or should I let go of everything and pursue power?"

“Power is the only truth in the world,” Hermione continued, her tone slightly seductive. “When you have enough power, whatever you say is right.”

“Like now,” Hermione said calmly, “my power is unmatched by yours. So whatever I say is right.”

"Has your noble wizard blood served any purpose?"