This Hogwarts is not normal

Gilderoy Lockhart is without a doubt a liar.

All the signs indicated that his level of magic was not even as good as Vincent's.

However, he was able to write a series of best-selling books and become a well-known wizard sought after by thousands of fans.

A lie has been told countless times, and when it comes to believing it, people often start to believe it.

Little wizards who were not deeply involved in the world, such as Harry and Ron, felt more and more uneasy.

On the left of McGonagall is Lockhart who is pacing in a panic, and on the right is Vincent who is thinking about something with his head down.

Compared with the diary, the students are obviously more important.

If what Lockhart said was true, she would live in regret for the rest of her life.

"Vincent, can you put—"

"Wait a minute, Professor McGonagall." Vincent raised his eyes, "Professor Lockhart, do you really remember nothing?"

Lockhart, who was pacing, stopped, "Yeah, I only remember that I woke up and appeared here. I have no memory of what happened before."

"Then have you ever heard of a name?"

"what name?"

Vincent's sharp eyes met his big confused face.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Lockhart's blue pupils shrank slightly, and his entire face became even more confused, "Should I know this name?"

"Yes, you must know."

Maybe he will regret helping Tom open the secret room, but before he became a victim, he was a complete accomplice.

Wake up just in time to decide who will keep the diary, and just forget everything before.

Some rough, some urgent.

Mag stood next to Vincent without a trace.

What if the diary was not Lockhart's but someone else's?

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, is this actually your diary?"

Lockhart stood there expressionlessly, "How did you know this name?"

"Fourth floor, trophy showroom."

McGonagall quickly exchanged glances with the professors.

The Hogwarts Special Contribution Award, some veterans know its origin.

50 years ago, a student died.

She is Myrtle Elizabeth Warren.

It doesn't matter who the real culprit is, what matters is whether the matter can be covered.

So under the report of an outstanding student, Aragog and Hagrid took the blame.

Everyone knew their innocence, Armando Dippet, then headmaster, and Albus Dumbledore, later headmaster.

Now, at last, the murderer of Myrtle has been found.

Right now, right here in the auditorium, right here among the students.

Lockhart had been keeping an eye on the professors.

When they started to look at him, he had already prepared to run towards the students.

"Stand back, professors."

Even Snape had to listen to him, because the student being held hostage was Harry.

"Hand over the diary!" Lockhart revealed his true colors.

He is not some narcissistic idiot professor, but Tom Marvolo Riddle, who opened the Chamber of Secrets in 50 years and blamed Hagrid and Aragog's outstanding student.

All eyes in the auditorium were on Vincent.

The trick of moral kidnapping is really clever.

Even if Dumbledore is here, there is a high probability that he can only listen to him.

But what Tom met was Vincent, who had faced death directly.

"I know your weakness, Tom—

No matter which one you are, I know it all. "

A translucent figure emerged from behind Lockhart.

Handsome face, pale complexion.

He was wearing a Hogwarts uniform, and he stared at Vincent with a ferocious expression.

"I advise you to think carefully about the consequences."

Lockhart, with blank eyes, grabbed Harry's neck with both hands.

"Do you want to indirectly kill Harry Potter?"

McGonagall turned quickly, but Snape was a step faster.

His sallow face was faintly pale, "Give me the diary, Wayne."

"No, Professor Snape." Vincent took out the sorting hat from his school robe, and winked at Hermione who was near Lockhart.

"Like I said a long time ago, he has hostages and so do we."

The moment he pulled out the Gryffindor sword, Tom's handsome face became even more ferocious.

"I'm not kidding!"

Lockhart tightened his grip.

Harry's whole face was flushed, and he had given up struggling.

"I'm not joking either." Vincent held the sword in one hand and took out the diary with the other.

"Tom, you flew over death, but you still didn't fly over me in the end."

"No!"

The sharp edge of Gryffindor's sword pierced the diary with just a touch.

Tom covered the hole in his chest that was emitting light, and aimed at Harry who was about to lose consciousness.

He manipulated Lockhart to plan to die together, but was terminated by a suddenly thrown chair.

Hermione didn't aim in particular, just threw it at the back of the bald head.

With so much force, she knocked Lockhart unconscious.

"Hiss—" Vincent subconsciously shook his body, shaking off the ink dripping out of the diary.

The little girl who turned from fan to black is too scary, and she will be punished to death as soon as she makes a move.

He looked at Tom, who was in great pain, and then looked down at the pierced diary.

Once the soul leaves the body, it will also die slowly as time goes by.

Although I don't know what method he used, but Tom, who was a student, must have a place to board if he wants to live to this day.

Whether it is a living thing or a dead thing.

"How do you know!" Tom yelled at him hysterically. "Although you may have the knowledge, you cannot have the experience to use it flexibly!"

"I am a master of Occlumency." Vincent raised the Gryffindor sword again, "Naturally."

Tom was even angrier. "Don't try to use that as an excuse, I know you must have learned—"

With a sound of "Puff", the diary was pierced again.

Amid many puzzled eyes, Vincent slowly drew out his sword, "Sorry, should I wait for him to finish his sentence?"

No one thought he was doing something wrong.

Tom is the enemy, an enemy who is good at deceiving.

The more a lie is seen through, the less believable it will be.

Those words that don't know the truth or falsehood are likely to have ulterior motives.

Most people think so, only a few are skeptical.

For example, Snape, who was seriously suspicious, and Hermione, who had been suspicious for a long time.

"Goodbye, Tom Marvolo Riddle—"

Vincent used the Gryffindor sword to pierce the diary for the third time.

The lethal effect obtained by absorbing the Killing Curse burned Tom's soul like a flame.

He wailed and began to fade away a little bit.

"I curse you! Vincent Wayne!"

The originally handsome face became extremely ugly at this moment.

"You will be killed by my own hands! By the resurrected me! Conquer the dead me! The great Vol—"

His words stopped abruptly, and the entire twisted body was also separated from the middle.

Vincent dropped the diary, which was nearly split in half, on the marble floor.

Tom dissipated into the air like ashes, not even leaving his last words intact.

"Sorry, I should have let him finish."

That's what he said, but Vincent didn't show any apology on his face.

It was dawn, and the long night was over.

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