After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Narcissa nodded after hearing what Yang Mei said. "That's true. Not long after Bella and the others were imprisoned in Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic handed over some of the Lestrange family's real estate, keys, etc. to me. They wanted to seize them, but they didn't dare to offend the Malfoy family.

The vault where the Hufflepuff Gold Cup is located is of a higher level. In addition to the key, the blood of the vault owner is also required. "

"Is that so?" That sounds troublesome.

Moreover, "After the goblins at Gringotts have examined the blood, will they return it to you?"

Narcissa was stunned by his question: "This, shouldn't be possible?" She had never paid attention to this matter, and all the Malfoy family's property has now been moved out of Gringotts.

"Alas." Yang Mei sighed, "This is the magic world. If someone takes the blood and does something with it, such as casting a vicious curse, there will be no place to complain."

The other people in the study looked at each other in bewilderment. How could this be possible?

Yang Mei let out a breath weakly. He had long discovered that people in the magic world sometimes always had an unusual naivety.

……

When Voldemort was in his right mind, things seemed less complicated.

The black book was taken away by Yang Mei, and the Malfoys would apply to Azkaban to visit the Lestranges in the next few days. They would take the opportunity to get Bella's blood.

After Yang Mei returned to her bedroom from Malfoy's house, she sat at the table and looked at Voldemort's diary carefully.

The faded date on the cover of the diary indicated that it was written fifty years ago. When I opened the cover, I saw a now blurred name written in ink in the lower right corner of the first page: TM Riddle.

"So your real name is Riddle." Yang Mei said to Voldemort casually.

"Hmm." Voldemort responded muffledly.

Yang Mei glanced at him and said, "I heard that you don't like your real name, it seems to be true. But there is no need for you to be so upset about it. It has been several decades, and you have already changed yourself to a new name. Well, I think the name 'Voldemort' is not very nice either.

Otherwise, when you have fully recovered, you can give yourself a new name to commemorate your new life."

Every time Voldemort thought of his miserable family, he would feel depressed for a long time, wishing that those people from the Gaunt and Riddle families could come back to life so that he could kill them again!

But this time, he suddenly realized that he was far away from those people and days that he hated...

Voldemort couldn't help but start thinking about what he should give himself a new name.

Yang Mei continued to study the diary.

Although he could just ask Voldemort directly, Yang Mei wanted to tinker with it himself to see if this diary would bring him any unexpected surprises.

However, in this diary, except for the name written on the first page, the rest is blank until the back cover where writing appears again, but it is only the name of the newspaper distributor printed when the diary left the factory.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Mei took out a pen and wrote down her last name - Selwyn - on the second page.

The ink stayed on the paper for a second, then flashed and disappeared without a trace, as if it was absorbed by the paper.

At this time, some words appeared on the blank paper that were not there before and were not written by Yang Mei. It seemed that the ink used was the same ink that Yang Mei had just used.

"It feels like there is a person living in the diary, uh... it's like the diary itself has given birth to a spirit." He was familiar with spirits. Many of Yang Mei's magic weapons had given birth to spirits, but his spirits were usually not in their own bodies. Instead, they were roaming around in the Chaos Orb, and Yang Mei was too lazy to care about them.

The handwriting on the diary was finally revealed completely. The man said his name was Tom Riddle and that the diary was his.

Ah, this, Yang Mei had not intended to find out what Voldemort’s real name was, but he revealed it in his first sentence when he was a student.

Yang Mei suddenly had the idea of ​​playing a trick on others: "If you say the diary is yours, then it's yours. If you say your name is Tom Riddle, then I believe you. Then do you believe me when I say I'm Merlin?"

Riddle was lost in thought for a while, and finally a string of ellipsis appeared in his diary. Yang Mei laughed like a goose on the spot.

As if he didn't want to jump into the vicious circle of proving his identity, many words appeared quickly in the diary, which roughly meant that he knew about a terrible event that happened in Hogwarts. This event was related to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets that no one else had found...balabala.

"He seems to insist that I am a child with more curiosity than a cat. It's as if he is saying, 'I have a big secret, come and ask me!'" Yang Mei turned and said to Voldemort.

The child is real, but this child has great abilities, Voldemort thought to himself.

"There is a saying in the Eastern country, 'Those who fool others will always be fooled by others.' Your Horcrux wants to fool me, so it's not too much for me to tease it back, right?" Yang Mei fiddled with the long hair hanging by her ear and said in a light tone.

Voldemort: ...Anyway, I have never heard of this saying from the great Eastern country.

Yang Mei wrote on the paper: "I have also heard of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. After all, I am a student of Slytherin. Let me tell you, I am the favorite student of our dean. Our dean said that a smart little wizard should not explore things beyond his ability.

Seeing how curious you are, you must be from Gryffindor, right, Riddle?

I hate the stupid Gryffindor lion the most. I don't believe you know about the Chamber of Secrets, and I don't want to know about it. Don't try to lie to me!"

Voldemort floated beside the table and watched silently, the complexity on his face almost turning into substance and falling off. He could even imagine the expression on his Horcrux's face right now, which probably wouldn't be any better than his.