Harry Potter: The Party of the Orient at Hogwarts

Jiang Li opened the diary, the paper inside was a little yellowed, but there was no trace of writing, so she picked up a pen and started writing on the paper.

"I'm Albus Dumbledore, and I love the Dark Lord."

Shortly below the line she wrote came the text: "Hello, I don't think you are Dumbledore, this is Hufflepuff's dormitory, my name is Tom."

Tom?She carefully retrieved all the information about the name in her mind, and the retrieval failed, except for one.

She picked up her pen again: "Tom, have you caught a mouse lately? Where's your Jerry?"

"Sorry, I don't know what Jerry you're talking about, my name is Tom Riddle." The line just disappeared, and a new line appeared.

Jiang Li slammed the diary shut. About who this Tom is, why don't we ask the amazing Dumbledore.

She hid the diary under her pillow and went to Dumbledore's office again.

Having learned the lesson just now, she didn't dare to yell without seeing Dumbledore this time.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was the only one in the office this time, and she quickly reached out and grabbed Dumbledore's clothes: "Albus, do you know who Tom Riddle is? Is he a student at Hogwarts? "

"Merlin, Li, let go of my hair first!" Dumbledore cried out in pain, and Jiang Li found that she had accidentally pulled his hair when she was pulling his clothes, and quickly let go.

"He's a Hogwarts student. You should know him. You used the Killing Curse on him last semester." Dumbledore straightened his messy hair.

"Merlin, he is Quirrell? This is disgusting!" Jiang Li slapped his head and remembered the scene where she fought against Quirrell in the classroom last school year. Taste, feeling a churn in the stomach.

Dumbledore looked at her like a fool: "It's not Quirrell, it's the one above him!"

"Oh, I see, thank you, Albus, you are a hero of the people!" Jiang Li shook Dumbledore's hand and quickly ran out of the office.

Dumbledore looked at her back, smiled and shook his head helplessly.

Jiang Li didn't suspect that Dumbledore didn't ask why she asked about Tom Riddle.

She went back to the dormitory, sat on the bed and took out the diary under the pillow, the good guy Voldemort was in my bedroom.

She picked up the pen and continued writing on the page just now.

"Sorry, Tom, I'm so hungry, I went to the kitchen to find something for supper."

"It doesn't matter."

Jiang Li continued to write: "Tom, do you know what I ate? I ate steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chick, roasted goose, braised pig, braised duck, Sauce chicken, bacon, pine flower tripe, dried meat, sausage, assorted su pan, smoked chicken with white tripe, steamed eight-treasure pig, duck stuffed with rice, canned pheasant, and canned quail.”

Looking at the names of this series of delicacies, she felt really hungry, so she took out a pack of spicy strips from the box she brought at home.

"...Then you have a good appetite, be careful that you will feel uncomfortable if you eat too much." Through the paper, Jiang Li could feel the speechlessness on the other side, but such a gentleman's words were actually said by the bald head, she felt that Like being struck by lightning.

"It's okay, Tom, I'm used to it, I eat so much every day." When Jiang Li was writing, the spicy oil on the spicy stick in her other hand fell to the page of the diary under the force of gravity , A large oily spot appeared.

She hurriedly wiped it with her sleeve, but the result was just the opposite, and the area of ​​the oil stain became larger.

"Sorry, Tom, I got you dirty." There was an apology, but not much.

"It's okay, you are very cute, can you tell me your name?" Another line of words appeared on the paper.

"Okay, Tom, my name is Voldemort, and I am now using Polyjuice Potion to become a Hufflepuff student and lurk at Hogwarts, ready to take the opportunity to kill Harry Potter."

"...You are so humorous, this joke is really interesting, it doesn't matter if you don't want to tell me your name."

Jiang Li stared at the words on the notebook, good guy, she was pretty good at pretending, she thought about it, and started writing again.

"Just kidding with you, my name is Donna, Donna Grindelwald." Jiang Li recalled the British TV series he had watched before, and randomly chose the name of a female character, and then borrowed the name of Nurmengard. The old brother's last name.

"Oh, Donna, hello, Grindelwald is such a legendary surname, by the way, Donna, what did you mean when you said that Dumbledore loved the Dark Lord?"

"Tom, let me secretly tell you a secret, Dumbledore is gay, and he has a crush on the Dark Lord Voldemort." Jiang Li looked at what he had written, laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"...Oh, this is amazing."

Jiang Li planned to continue to persecute this Mr. Diary, so she wrote another line.

"But I've seen that Mr. Voldemort. He looks so indescribable. He has no hair, no nose, and eyes like a lizard. Is this what a human can grow?"

"...sounds very bad, unfortunately I entered Hogwarts in 1938 and have not heard of Mr. Voldemort."

It's a small sample, it can really hold it, and you can't even hold it in a garbage bag.Jiang Li rolled his eyes at the diary on his lap.

Enrolled in 1938?Jiang Li's heart trembled, and suddenly remembered something.There are seven academic years at Hogwarts, so Voldemort graduated in 1945!

1945!It's Al and Gale's final battle!Dumbledore lost his lover and best friend this year.

She figured out why Voldemort could rise so quickly. At that time, all elite wizards, including Dumbledore, focused their attention on Grindelwald, who dominated Europe, and gave Voldemort time to grow.

She suddenly felt that fate was really absurd, if the two of them hadn't broken up, many tragedies would not have happened, Ariana wouldn't have died, Aberforth wouldn't have left home, Tom couldn't have turned into Voldemort, Neville's parents wouldn't have gone crazy, Harry's parents wouldn't die either.

She lost her interest in trying to play tricks on Voldemort just now, and scribbled down in her diary: "I have to sleep, good night, Tom."

She closed the diary with a snap. She lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling. She didn't think about anything, but felt uncomfortable. Like a drowning person, she couldn't float up, nor could she sink completely.

In Hufflepuff's dormitory, the candles flickered slightly with a dim and warm light, and the warm and comfortable atmosphere in the room slowly eased her discomfort.

She gradually fell asleep.