Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

"It seems... you kept it very well and hid it very secretly," DeWitt said slowly, just to make Lucius Malfoy feel uneasy: "So it's Voldemort's position in your heart. Is it still very high?"

"Where..." Lucius Malfoy sneered, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Give it to me," DeWitt stretched out his hand and put it in the air, not forgetting to mock: "Remember to open it and take a look - I am very afraid that there is some curse on it."

Mr. Malfoy opened the notebook without saying a word, turned it from the first page to the last page, and then closed it. It could be seen that there were no words in the book, and there were no grid lines-except for the first page and the last page. On the last page, there is a date printed in a fixed position - it seems that this is a diary.

Putting the notebook respectfully into DeWitt's hands, Lucius Malfoy took a step back and observed the subsequent changes with inexplicable eyes. He really had nothing to hide, because he had nothing to do with this magical item. learn.

Opening the first page, DeWitt asked seemingly casually: "What would you do with this thing if I didn't have an impact on you?"

There were "T" and "M" written on the white paper, with a blurry letter in the middle, followed by "Riddle", a surname that reminded him of Alice, whose surname was related to this surname. They are very similar and can be considered to have the same pronunciation.The name on the back of the book jacket is meaningless because the address in front of the name is that of a newsagent.

"If the mysterious man is still alive, I will keep it well..." Lucius Malfoy hesitated, but he could not refuse, and had to express his truest thoughts: "But now - some people in the Ministry of Magic are watching I...I plan to find a suitable time to sell it..."

"Voldemort gave this to you?"

"Yes."

"personally?"

"Yes."

DeWitt's eyes returned to the diary. When he looked at the blurry writing between "T" and "M", he felt that there was a high possibility that it was an "O" - Tom Riddle... Ha!Is this Voldemort's real name?

"Do you know Voldemort's name?" DeWitt asked again.

"Maybe someone knows," Lucius Malfoy was sweating more and more on his face. Every time he heard about Voldemort, his heart trembled and all the sweat was pumped out, but he didn't dare to suggest it. Now He didn't even dare to call the Dark Lord anymore. He only dared to answer honestly: "But everyone who tried to pry into the past of the mysterious man was killed by him, even his men. Except...Dumbledore."

"But Dumbledore obviously won't tell me these secrets." Mr. Malfoy quickly added.

Weighing the diary in his hand, DeWitt nodded noncommittally, and then turned on his spiritual vision - he didn't think Voldemort would do such unnecessary things.This is a blank diary with a name written on it... If it is to be discarded, why should it leave its own mark?This is unreasonable. There must be some secret here and it is being protected.DeWitt wanted to take a look, but conventional magic would definitely not work - otherwise Voldemort's magic level would not be worthy of his feared name.

Sure enough, from the perspective of spiritual vision, the diary is filled with a smoky blue light - this is the light of the secret source, which means two possibilities, either this is an incredible treasure - but this is Impossible. An artificial diary cannot be something rare. There is only the second possibility - this diary has a soul.

Once caught, DeWitt associated Voldemort's incomplete soul and came to the conclusion that Voldemort had split his soul - although he couldn't understand the meaning of this. Humans are not earthworms, let alone planarians. Excessive damage is damage, even if Even the soul can never heal.

The difficulty now is how to deal with it.

DeWitt looked at the diary and put a little pressure on his hands. He thought and considered the pros and cons - what kind of magic is it to split the soul?This magic must have some benefits. It must be very magical and very secret. The effect is so good that Voldemort can ignore the disadvantages of splitting the soul and never look back. It's not like the Dark Lord can't see the disadvantages of splitting the soul, right?

In the face of this kind of magic, DeWitt's purpose has always been to use it, but it cannot be ignored.But there are also disadvantages besides splitting the soul - the disadvantage is that he doesn't know where it is.

There must be a trap, DeWitt was so sure, but learning magic did not happen overnight. He was still just a novice wizard, so it was not safe to carry it with him... Then he saw Mr. Malfoy and had an idea.

Throwing the diary into Lucius Malfoy's arms, DeWitt smiled kindly and said: "Lucius...we have known each other for a long time, right? I want to make a request, can you agree?"

"You...please say it." Mr. Malfoy struggled to say these words and smiled with great reluctance.

"Then open the diary," DeWitt said, "and call Voldemort."

"Sir, I can't call the mysterious person's name," Mr. Malfoy explained in a panic: "Please let me go, I can't..."

DeWitt was not angry. He said: "Last chance, say, Voldemort. Say it to the open pages of the diary."

Mr. Malfoy's silence gave DeWitt the answer, which made him think thoughtfully and understand Voldemort's status. He then said: "It seems that you are more afraid of the name of a half-dead person than I am - standing like this The threat in front of you — is much greater.”

"My respect for you is beyond words, my lord." Mr. Malfoy was horrified. He used all his wits to keep himself calm, fearing that DeWitt would give an order to die immediately: "It's just that I'm not as powerful as you. I can't let the mysterious man know that I called his name..."

However, DeWitt just looked at him with a smile and said in a soft tone that could not be refused: "You will do it."

Only three seconds passed in the outside world, but Lucius Malfoy felt as if three years had passed. After he experienced a fierce ideological struggle like a world war, the idea of ​​​​living now won, and his throat was unbearable. The heavy burden, affected by the ideological war, became hoarse and high-pitched, like a rooster whose throat was broken by crowing.

"Voldemort—" Lucius Malfoy shouted in fear and despair: "Voldemort!"

After only shouting twice, his chest was clogged with invisible negative emotions, causing him to need to breathe heavily, but it was no use. The diary showed no response. After a while, he recovered, as if he had been granted amnesty. He sighed and shrank down like the frightened little girl in people's stereotype.

"It seems that Voldemort is useless," DeWitt asked as he started his next attempt: "Next, let's learn two words - Tom, and, Riddle, you can't say this like me, you have to put this Two words together, come on, little baby Lucius, let's do it."