Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

"No, you can't find Dumbledore!" Tom's handwriting looked messy.

"Are you afraid of him?" Brian curled his lips.

"Yeah, you don't know what kind of person Dumbledore is! He will only belittle you, look down on you, be jealous of your excellence, and then try to destroy you!" Tom's handwriting looked very strong, and the pages of the diary were all covered with Deep scratches appeared. "I will never allow him to destroy my precious memories again!"

"I don't think he will destroy my things randomly." Brian wrote, "I just asked him to check it out. If I wronged you, I will find a way to make it up to you."

"No, well, Dumbledore has never liked me. Brian, I suspect he hates me and wants to destroy me all the time!" Tom replied.

"If you don't believe it, I can take you to see it." Tom continued, "I can let you enter my memory and see Dumbledore's true face."

Brian's eyes flashed and he replied: "What should I do?"

"Don't do anything, I'll show you." Tom responded.

The diary seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and it turned to a certain page, and that page seemed to turn into a miniature TV screen. Brian put his head close to the page of the diary. He leaned forward and felt his body leave the chair. He fell headfirst into the window of the page and entered a swirl of colors, light and shadow.

Brian felt his feet step on the hard ground and found that he was standing in a classroom full of young wizards. The professor on the podium was a younger Dumbledore, with long auburn hair and long hair. beard.

Dumbledore was explaining the knowledge of transfiguration in a humorous manner, and the little wizards below looked like they were only in the first or second grade. Later, Dumbledore asked a question, and only one of the young wizards below raised his hand.

Brian looked at the boy with his hands raised high. He had shiny black hair, a pale but extremely cute face, and his eyes were shining with confidence and brightness.

Dumbledore didn't seem to see him raise his hand and continued. The boy had a disappointed look on his face.

Thick fog came over, covering the surrounding area, submerging everything around it. When the fog cleared, it was still the same classroom, except that all the students had left, leaving only the young Tom and Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, how should this transfiguration be released?" Tom asked the question politely. He showed the characteristics that every professor likes: smart, studious, humble and polite.

"I think now is not the time to learn this kind of transfiguration, Tom." Dumbledore left quickly, "You should go to your next class."

Another burst of thick fog covered everything, and the surroundings changed again. Tom and Dumbledore were standing in a corridor. At this time, Tom had obviously grown a lot taller and was wearing a prefect badge. His looks were handsome enough to make little witches scream.

"I think, Tom, you have won the favor of all the professors, but you can't fool me." Dumbledore stared at Tom with penetrating eyes and said, "You and your group of so-called friends formed Small groups, and all the things you do..."

"But, Professor, what I did was not wrong!" Tom said stubbornly.

"I think it is not for you to judge what is right or wrong." Dumbledore said, "I will pay attention to you and don't let my patience reach its limit, Tom."

Dumbledore left, and Tom stood in the corridor, his face extremely pale.

Several more scenes followed, generally with similar content.

When the last scene ended, everything around him twisted and spun, and Brian felt like he had been thrown out. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was still sitting upright in the armchair.

Brian looked at the diary in his hand and frowned slightly. To be honest, these clips were all presented by Tom for him, and the authenticity is a big question mark. He believed that most of these memories were taken out of context and fabricated randomly.

"You see, Dumbledore has been targeting me since I entered Hogwarts." Such words appeared in the diary.

"Why is Dumbledore targeting you?"

"There is no doubt that he is biased against me. Also, because I am from Slytherin House. Dumbledore is always particularly partial to Gryffindor and hates Slytherin." Tom replied, "At the same time, Dumbledore likes Mudbloods. I was just doing something that pure-blood families insist on, but I was targeted by him."

"In the following time, Dumbledore has been looking for faults in me and trying every means to destroy me." Tom's handwriting appeared to be scrawled with impatience. "If my diary falls into his hands, he will definitely destroy it." Drop it. I will never let him do that."

"Okay, Tom, I understand your difficulty. How about I go find other professors and check it out?"

"Other professors may have told Dumbledore about this." Tom looked a little helpless, "Okay, Brian, let me tell you my opinion. Maybe you were indeed influenced by me that day."

"You admitted it?"

"No, I didn't do it. You just saw my abilities. I am a memory that can lead you to see them." Tom explained, "That night, your own body was obviously weak from a cold, maybe Because I really wanted to show you this memory, you accidentally saw it in a trance, and this sleepwalking-like behavior occurred due to various coincidences."

"You want to show me?" Brian asked.

"Yes, you said you remember a little bit. You went to a place while sleepwalking, didn't you?" Tom said, "I wonder if you know about the secret room left by Slytherin?"

"I have seen relevant descriptions." Brian wrote, "Slytherin advocated the rejection of Mudbloods from entering the school. After a disagreement, he left Hogwarts alone. Before leaving, he left a secret room somewhere in the castle. Wait until he When the heir comes back, he will open the secret room to purify the school."

"Yes, in fact, after hearing your desire to purify the school, I also want to help you." The self in the diary emerged, "Once, I found Slytherin's secret room and tried to purify it. This is also Dumbledore One of the reasons why he always wants to destroy me, he may have some guesses about it.”

"Are you the heir of Slytherin?"

"Yes, you can think so." Tom readily admitted, "I think we have the same philosophy and want to expel the mudbloods who have tarnished the purity of the school. So, I will help you, after all, you are My only friend."

"However, now I only have one memory left. But, Brian, you can choose to become the heir of Slytherin, pursue his ideals, and inflict fear on those Mudbloods again!" Tom wrote provocatively. road.

"Then...what should I do?" Brian deliberately made his handwriting look a little sloppy.

"You need Parseltongue to enter the secret room, we can cooperate..." Tom said.

That night, Brian acted out a play with Tom and returned to the secret room again.

"I didn't expect it to be a basilisk. It's very dangerous."

"Indeed, but he won't hurt you. In fact, he is trying to avoid looking directly into your eyes." Tom comforted, "I didn't expect that you really have the talent to learn Parseltongue. It seems that you have such a talent in your ancestors." Letling’s bloodline just doesn’t meet the standards for awakening Parseltongue.”

"You are the worthy heir of Slytherin, Brian."

"Thank you, Tom."

Brian smiled, returned to the circular room again, and asked, "Tom, what's written on that wall?"

"Give me eternal life." A line of beautiful handwriting appeared on the page.

"Give me immortality?" Brian murmured, frowning slightly.

"It was like this when I came here. This may be another test for Slytherin." Tom said, "But obviously I failed to crack it."

Brian looked at the snake writing on the wall and the grooves on the round platform, holding his chin with one hand and thinking deeply.

"It seems that Tom must have tried it with a Horcrux, but it didn't meet the requirements?"

No matter how many side effects a Horcrux has, in a sense, it can indeed achieve immortality.

He thought about Slytherin's purpose, but had no clue.

"It seems like we have to try to see if we can crack it."

"Give me immortality." Brian murmured softly.

"Maybe Tom saw this and made a Horcrux hastily when he was a student."

After all, compared to other Horcruxes, this diary is really weak.

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