A ruined Hogwarts

After hearing Owen's statement, Harry did not continue to ask questions, but just stared at him silently.

His eyes are deep and thoughtful.

Owen smiled calmly. He didn't care whether Harry believed it or not. Since the other party stopped talking, he assumed that he believed it.

"I'm going back to the dormitory first." He looked at the armchair occupied by Harry with some reluctance, held Melet into his arms with a resentful look, and walked towards the entrance of the dormitory aggrievedly.

Act, you continue to act! Harry crossed his shoulders angrily, closed his eyes and crossed his legs, sitting like a boss.

Owen clicked his tongue and walked back to the dormitory slowly. Under the bright silver light with a light green tint, the playfulness in his eyes slowly faded away, and his eyes became as dark and cold as a black lake at night, and the expression on his face became deep and indifferent.

He sat at the desk next to the bed, holding the side of his face in a fist with his left hand, and slowly stroking the table with his right hand.

"So, Voldemort has returned to Hogwarts?" His fingers gently clasped the table, and the sound of "ta-ta-ta" echoed monotonously in the dormitory. "He didn't find a place to hide and seize the time to resurrect. Why are you risking being caught and coming to Hogwarts to get under Dumbledore's nose?"

"For Harry?" Owen put himself in his shoes and analyzed the other person's psychology. He didn't want to get involved in this mess, but he was curious about Voldemort's purpose and thoughts. Well, curiosity is always the greatest driving force for people.

If he were Voldemort's crowned Horcrux, his memory would be fixed at the moment it was split. With no relevant memory, after learning that he was defeated by a baby, he would definitely be very curious about what secrets and powers Harry had.

He would not know why he suddenly decided to kill a baby. After all, the prophecy was a secret known to only a few people. But the reason why he was able to take action personally at the height of his power must be because he felt a threat, a threat that might lead to his own death, and the facts did prove this - Voldemort was dead, but Harry was unscathed.

He will definitely want to explore Harry's depth and find a way to deal with this threat...but all this must be after resurrection!

But judging from Ron Weasley's inconsistent performance, it's clear that Voldemort has not yet been fully resurrected. Even if he was confident that Dumbledore didn't know about the Horcruxes, it would be extremely unwise to rashly show up at Hogwarts, where Dumbledore was taking great care of him. With this skill, wouldn't it be a good idea for him to instruct Peter Pettigrew to resurrect himself first?

Of course, Voldemort's thoughts may not be measured by normal people's way of thinking, but splitting the soul should only make people become more and more twisted and paranoid, rather than splitting the IQ!

"Well, maybe he really just wants to return to this place that has special meaning to him?" Owen conducted an in-depth analysis from a psychological perspective.

For Voldemort, Hogwarts is actually a place of great significance, and Dumbledore is his biggest enemy. Maybe he would be happy to go back to school in a big way, resurrect and kill Harry under Dumbledore's nose, so that he can win a round and admire Dumbledore's anger, regret and powerlessness...

Just like many criminal suspects like to return to the scene of the crime under the nose of the police after committing a crime, I have to say that there is part of the provocation mentality involved.

"No, maybe this is not the most important reason..." Owen suddenly shook his head, "What if there is something in Hogwarts worth his plot?"

This would explain why he asked Peter Pettigrew to come to Hogwarts because he needed a helper. This helper not only helps him cover and deal with Harry, but also does other things for him?

"What could it be?" He closed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table, "There is still a lack of information..."

"Then let's change the question, where is the crown?" Owen opened his eyes, holding a quill and writing on the parchment.

"Since Voldemort has not completely controlled Ron Weasley, then it is very likely that the crown will not be too far away from him, or even on him?" He narrowed his eyes and thought, "But the other Weasley family members are abnormal. And why? Could Voldemort be able to control several people at the same time? Or should we say, the Imperius Curse?"

However, judging from the behavior of the Weasley twins in the Room of Requirement that day, it did not look like they were under the Imperius Curse. People controlled by the Imperius Curse will only do things according to the orders of the caster, and will not disclose so much information to Owen out of context, and even give him advice to keep him away from the crown.

"It is said that Ravenclaw's crown has the magic power to increase wisdom. Maybe after being made into a Horcrux, it has some ability to influence other people's minds?" Owen drew on the paper, "But this is just a guess. It is a fact. It might be terribly wrong.”

"There are not many people who have touched the crown, but there are also many..." He wrote a few names on the paper.

First, the Weasley twins found the diadem in the Room of Requirement and took it out. They kept the crown in their hands for some time, and it is difficult to say whether they actually wore it.

During this time, they placed the crown on Ron Weasley's head. Poor guy, apparently Voldemort was able to control him from time to time, and it was probably during this time that Scabbers' anomaly was discovered.

Next, the diadem was sold to Ravenclaw prefect Penelope Crevat, brokered by Percy Weasley, who was courting her. Crevat, who bought the crown, will most likely try to wear it to verify its authenticity, while Percy, who has also come into contact with the crown...it's hard to say whether he has tried it.

Finally, the crown was lost in the hands of Crevat. But there are only a few people who know about this, and there is a high probability that the crown is still in their hands. As for whether it has been obtained by others in the process, Owen has no way of knowing.

"Speaking of which, this Horcrux was made by Voldemort at his peak. Ravenclaw's crown itself is a powerful magical item. This Horcrux must be much more powerful than the diary." Owen thought, "The original In the plot, the diary took nearly a year to completely control Ginny and was close to resurrection, so how long will this crown last?"

It has been almost two and a half months since the crown was discovered. How much time is left?

"But, what exactly is the resurrection of a Horcrux? Can it really create a body from scratch?" Owen suddenly thought, "If not, then does Voldemort still need to find a way to create a body, such as something like The same as what was done in the original book, trying to gain Harry's power and use his blood?"

"So, if one of the Horcruxes is resurrected, what will happen to the main soul? Will there be two Voldemorts in this world? No one wants another version of themselves to appear in the world. Will they kill each other?"

"If we start from this direction, it seems not difficult to deduce Voldemort's purpose of returning to Hogwarts at this time." Owen pursed his lips, looked at his suitcase, and his eyes lit up faintly.

"Horcrux... I still know too little about Horcrux."

From the time the method of making Horcruxes was invented to the present day, there have been very few people who dared to do something cruel to their own souls. Even if someone secretly made one, they must have kept it a secret. So far, the only person known to have made Horcruxes, apart from the despicable Herb, the inventor of Horcruxes, is Voldemort.

This means that there is very little information about Horcruxes, and a lot of information is probably only known to the people who made the Horcruxes themselves.

Voldemort was not a fool, on the contrary, he had always been a very smart man. Even if he later became paranoid and violent due to splitting his soul, it did not mean that he could not think about problems calmly. Would such a person really be so keen on a method of immortality that has such terrible hidden dangers in the future, that he would even disdain the use of the magic stone to achieve immortality?

Owen suddenly became very interested in the secret of Horcruxes. His eyes flickered for a moment, and then he took out Tom's diary from the suitcase, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

If you want to explore the secrets of Horcruxes, isn't this the best research object?

Owen is not afraid that he will be taken advantage of by this diary Horcrux. As long as he is not tempted and does not completely open his heart and soul to the other party, it will be difficult for it to take advantage of him. What's more, this diary was only made when Voldemort was sixteen years old. At that time, he was probably not much stronger than Owen is now, and the remnant soul in the diary would only be much weaker.

He reached out and gently touched the old black cover of the diary, then turned over the first page, dipped his quill in ink, thought for a moment, and wrote on the blank page with a joking expression:

"On September 10th, it was raining non-stop outside Hogwarts Castle, which made me feel a little depressed. Today I confessed my love to Daphne and was rejected. How can I bear this injustice? I just learned the leg-locking spell," With a snap, I pushed her to the ground and gave her a good beating..."

After writing this, Owen paused for a while and saw no response from the diary, so he continued writing: "Well, I decided to start writing a diary from today. As for why I used this broken diary that I picked up, because the diary is a very personal thing. , once someone accidentally sees it, I won’t be the one who is embarrassed. This is T. M. Riddle’s diary, what does it have to do with me?”

Seeing that the diary remained motionless, as if he had made up his mind to observe it for a while longer, Owen dipped in ink again, blacked out the entire previous paragraph, and wrote below: "Remember, you must remember to take this diary after you finish writing it." Burn it! Don’t leave even a single page behind!”

This time, the diary finally couldn't hold it any longer. Although Horcruxes cannot be destroyed by ordinary means, they can be dangerous if their special features are discovered.

All the ink stains on the yellowed page flickered, and then disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if being sucked into the paper. Immediately afterwards, a line of writing was revealed on it, using the same ink as before.

"Why do you want to destroy me?" the handwriting on the diary asked.

"What are you?" Owen raised his eyebrows and wrote below.

"Such a question is not polite. My name is Tom Riddle, and this is the diary of a wizard from his school days."

"Diaries are not supposed to be able to talk."

"This diary has been cast with a clever magic, which can preserve a part of a person's long-lasting memories like a pensieve." The diary wrote in a sloppy way, leading the question in another direction, "Do you know about the pensieve?" ?”

“I remember it being a kind of container to store memories,” Irving wrote.

"Yes, the pensieve can preserve the memory of a wizard for a long time, ensuring that it does not deteriorate, and can also take people to travel into the world of that memory. This diary is similar. Nice to meet you, future wizard ,may I know your name?"

"I don't dare to just write my name on a magical object that I don't know the details of... You see, I have no idea what the purpose of your creation is."

Two paragraphs slowly appeared on the page. The fonts were smooth and beautiful, which was pleasing to the eye:

"The owner of the diary just hopes to keep his memories of sixteen years old in the diary, and hopes that when he passes away, there will still be some traces in this world. This may not be worth mentioning to you, but To the owner of the diary, it is extremely precious, and that is why I exist.”

"Of course, after so many years, I really hope someone can talk to me. If you are willing to communicate with me, I may be able to help you solve some confusions to a certain extent, although I hope someone can treat me as a true friend. "

Looking at this long paragraph, Owen raised his lips and seemed to hesitate for a while before writing: "But are you really trustworthy?"

"I understand your hesitation, a lot of people will tell you: never trust anything that can think for itself unless you can find where its brain is. But I'm no different than a photo or a painting, as far as I know It was all taught to me by the original owner of the diary. Would you object to talking to a painting?"

"No." Owen paused, "Then I can chat with you."

"Great. So, you still don't want to tell me your name?"

"Sorry, I think we all need a while to get to know each other, right?"

"Okay, I'm willing to wait for the moment when you open your heart to me. It seems that you are still a student at Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, I'm in Slytherin House. I'm in my second year now."

"What a coincidence. I also studied here, and I also studied in Slytherin. This is the best college, isn't it? By the way, can you tell me who the current principal is?"

"The headmaster is Albus Dumbledore. People say he is the greatest wizard in the world today. Although I don't like him very much because he always takes Muggles and Muggle-born wizards too seriously, But I also have to admit that it is true," Owen wrote.

"I didn't expect Dumbledore to have become the principal. When I was studying here, he was still the Transfiguration Professor. In fact, I don't like him either, but how did he become the greatest wizard?"

"Because he defeated the first Dark Lord Grindelwald in 1945 and imprisoned him in the tower of Nurmengard until today. It is said that he is also the person most feared by the second Dark Lord, even if the original Dark Lord Even when I was at my peak, I couldn't get into Hogwarts."

"So...who is the second Dark Lord? You know, when I was created, Grindelwald's reputation was at its peak." Tom's handwriting became a little heavier.

"The second Dark Lord, oh, we don't dare to mention his name, even though he has disappeared for more than ten years." Owen smiled playfully and continued to write, "I actually still feel a little regretful, it is rare. There is such a great wizard with superb magic who protects the interests of our pure bloods. He leads his followers, a group of wizards who call themselves Death Eaters, and sweeps the entire magical world, determined to drive away those mudbloods and let the wizards Being a Muggle master..."

He stopped writing, and after a while, Tom couldn't wait to ask, and his handwriting became a little sloppy: "And then?"

"Then, twelve years ago, he fell, defeated by a newborn baby, and never appeared again." The corners of Owen's mouth couldn't stop rising.

"Newborn...baby?" Tom's handwriting was crooked, and the question mark at the end was heavy.

"That's right, the famous Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. It is said that the Dark Lord killed his parents and somehow missed when he planned to kill him. People say that Harry Potter is The Dark Lord's nemesis may be a dark wizard born with terrible magical power, so he can defeat the most powerful Dark Lord at that time..."

"What a... dramatic scene, like a ridiculous fairy tale." Tom's handwriting emerged slowly.

For the first time, Owen felt a wave of Legilimency coming from the diary, but it was very weak. He slowly narrowed his eyes and used the Occlumency technique, which was now very good, to give feedback to the other party that he had no intention of lying at all.

Tom was silent, seeming to be deeply doubtful about life.

Owen turned his quill and continued to write: "Harry Potter is still my classmate. Dumbledore thinks highly of him. I think he probably wants to train the Boy-Who-Lived to be his successor or something. …”

"Successor?" Tom's handwriting was a little distorted. He paused and finally got out of his isolation and regained his fighting spirit. "A baby who can defeat the Dark Lord is really curious... Can you tell me more about him? Something about?"

"That's fine, but it seems like I'm the one answering your questions?"

"Of course you can ask me. As long as I know, I will tell you the truth. Of course, I can also help you answer your doubts about learning. Although I was only made by a sixteen-year-old boy, I think I am right. The academics in the lower grades are in pretty good shape." Tom responded thoughtfully.

"Okay, let me ask you...is the nose important?"

"?" Tom slowly drew a question mark.

"I mean, does a nose matter to a person?"

"Of course it's important..."

"So, why would someone even want their own noses?"

"I think that must be an idiot." Tom's handwriting emerged hesitantly, obviously confused by Owen's question.

"Oh -" Owen smiled with satisfaction.

At this time, the bedroom door opened. He closed the diary in his hand very naturally and put it into his pocket.

Thanks to Feng Busiyuan for the 200 starting coins~