I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Tom had no choice but to reach into the flames, but to his surprise, the blazing flames had no temperature.

Feeling somewhat at peace, he stretched out his hand and took out the small box from the fire.

"Is there something in this box that shouldn't be here?" Dumbledore's tone was very serious, which Lewis had never seen before.

All along, his impression of Dumbledore was that of an amiable little old man with a sweet tooth.

Tom glanced at him but said nothing.

"Open it." Dumbledore looked serious.

Tom made no move.

"Open it!" Dumbledore said in a more serious tone.

Tom reluctantly opened the lid and dumped the things on the bed without looking.

"I need to warn you that Hogwarts will not tolerate any theft, Tom." Dumbledore's voice was cold: "You have to return these things to their owners and apologize to them. Remember ——Sincerely ask for their forgiveness.”

"Got it," Tom replied dryly.

Dumbledore straightened his clothes and said seriously: "At Hogwarts, you not only have to learn how to use magic, but also learn how to control magic... the way you used magic in the past, I believe You did it unintentionally, but this method will never be taught in our school and will never be tolerated."

"You should know that Hogwarts is a school. Since it is a school, it has the right to expel students. I don't want you to be one of the expelled students."

Dumbledore gave Tom a final warning, and the last thing Louis saw was Dumbledore getting up and leaving.

Lewis breathed a sigh of relief, sat back on the stool and looked at the diary in front of him, and a line of small words appeared on it.

"see it?"

"Of course," Louis wrote back.

"This is the first time I met Dumbledore when I was a child." The diary seemed a little excited, and the writing began to scribble: "You said I don't understand love, but have I ever been loved again? A constant When have you ever been loved when you are someone who is wary of and feared by others?”

"How can a person who has never been loved know what love is!" The writing in the diary became completely messy, and it was obvious that it had broken its defense.

Then, a line of capital red font slowly appeared on the diary.

"I DESERVE TO BE LOVED!!!!" (I deserve to be loved)

Louis was silent for a moment, and finally slowly wrote a sentence in his diary.

"Well, aren't we talking about Voldemort?"

The diary was silent for a long time after Louis wrote this, and finally wrote two neat words on the page.

"Ha ha……"

Lewis could see the embarrassment contained in this "haha", and could even imagine how dry it would be when he laughed out loud.

Hello, handsome guy, your vest has fallen off...

"So, you are Voldemort's diary when he was in middle school, right." Louis wrote in the diary.

Lewis used the word junior.

The diary obviously didn't know what it meant, and he didn't hear the teasing meaning in Louis' words. He just answered simply: "Yes, that's right, I won't pretend anymore, let's show it off, I am Tom Ma Volo Riddle is also Voldemort."

As he spoke, he reversed the order of "Tom Marvolo Riddle" in his diary and replaced it with "I am Lord Vordmort."

"I am Voldemort, Voldemort is me." The diary reads: "This is just a little word trick, I want to get rid of my dirty...low Muggle surname..."

Before he finished writing in the diary, he was interrupted by Lewis.

Louis slapped the diary roughly and wrote "Tom Marvolo Riddle", then rearranged the order of the letters to form "Immortal Odd Lover".

"I think you who made the Horcrux are more suitable for this title." Louis also drew a ":D" smiley face emoticon behind the "weird immortal maniac", which looked cute.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with pursuing eternal life." The handwriting in the diary has a hint of impatience: "I hope people will be afraid when they mention my name...Okay, that's it for you. You can choose to burn me, but I need to remind you that since you know the existence of Horcruxes, you should know that Horcruxes will not be easily destroyed."

Louis was sure of everything he said.

"My wife can be very angry," Louis wrote.

"I think we can still talk." The diary... or Riddle became timid very quickly.

"Have you ever heard of the Xiliacres family?" Louis asked pointedly, his tone sounded very much like "Have you heard of the Xiliacres?"

Riddle quickly replied: "How can this kind of thing upset the great Lord Voldemort? Yes, of course I know, the Seelyacres family is -" At this point, he obviously started to panic, scribbling quickly. He wrote: "Oh no, no no no, you can't treat me like this!"

He seemed to understand what Louis wanted to do to him.

"Relax, it's just a small soul contract. Is it possible that as Voldemort's split soul, you don't understand the benefits?" Louis comforted Voldemort: "I think you won't refuse this good thing... …No way?"

"No, I'm just a little Horcrux, I'm just a split soul, I can't-" the diary began to argue: "I can't sign a soul contract with you!"

"It seems that our talks have broken down." Louis straightened up and patted the diary. This time he didn't write anything more. Instead, he turned to Tom, the Tom cat, and said: "Tom, yes, go get Kathy and Vita." Li...oh yes, call Kristraza over too."

"Don't!" Diary was anxious, and he even made a sound.

Tom didn't care what the diary said at all. His legs were running like windmills, and he rushed out of the bedroom door like a wild cat on the loose.

No one showed loyalty better than Tom.

"I thought you couldn't speak, Mr. Riddle." Louis patted the cover of the diary and said with a smile.

"You didn't ask..." Diary's voice contained a hint of grievance.

"But then again, since you don't agree, I don't have anything to say. I'm sorry." Louis patted the diary again: "It's still too late for you to regret it before the three of them come."

The diary fell silent, he was betting, betting that Louis was actually scaring him - are you kidding, some fourth graders would get angry? As smart and wise as he is, he only came into contact with and learned the advanced magic of Li Fire when he was in the fifth grade.

After a while, Tom led Catherine and Vitaly into the house like a dog, and he was extremely flattering.

Immediately afterwards, Christasa, with the fire of life burning in her eyes, lowered her head and walked in - it was Louis' telepathy that asked her to add special effects to herself.

"What's wrong, my little deer?" Catherine looked at Louis, who was leisurely drinking juice with his legs crossed, and asked curiously: "Tom is so anxious to come and call me..."

"Oh, I need you to help me burn something. Well, I need to use your fire." Louis picked up the diary.

Catherine stretched out her jade hand. She was not wearing gloves today. She crossed her green-white jade fingers and lightly snapped her fingers. A ball of green flames burst out from her fingers.

"No! No! Don't!" The diary made a voice like Ah Wei's, saying that Brother Lu didn't want it.

Louis pressed Catherine's hand and said to her: "Wait a moment."

Then, he looked at the diary again: "There are two roads before you now, and I will give you a chance to choose."

"The first thing is to sign the Horcrux contract with me obediently, and this matter will be over."

"The second thing... I think Li Huo is actually quite good. At least you won't feel the cold when you leave. What do you think, Mr. Voldemort?"

The diary was silent.

"Be obedient, after you sign the contract with me, I will have a lot of good things here." Louis' words were persuasive.

The diary thought about it and understood that the current situation was better than others, but it was not completely impossible - at least Lewis was too young and not strong enough, so the soul contract may not necessarily restrain him or take effect.

Thinking of this, he bravely said: "Okay, I promise you."

Louis clapped his hands: "Okay, Mr. Voldemort is really quick to talk, so please be patient for a while."

He reached out his hand, pressed it on the diary, and started to activate the trapping spell.

"Damn...you, what did you do to me!" The notebook suddenly began to scream in terror, and the voice became weaker and weaker. Finally, a shadow bounced off the notebook, which was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old man. Slytherin boy.

He's indeed handsome, but he's still a little far removed from Louis.

It was sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle.

Under the tug of Vitali, a small ball of light flew out from Riddle's body. After Louis reached out to touch it, he opened the Eye of Discrimination.

"The kind soul of Tom Riddle, branded, subordinate to: Louis Mountbatten."

Louis seems to have realized something. Could it be that... when Voldemort separated his soul, he separated the good and beautiful part of himself, so that made him act like a psychopath?

What Sylvanas...

He stuffed the ball of light back into Riddle's body and lifted the trapping spell.

Riddle looked at Louis with dull eyes, as if he was a little unwilling to accept his fate, but also seemed to have already accepted his fate.

He felt that his power had returned, but... was it a little late to come back now?

Forget it, forget it, lie down.

"I know that you are part of the good thoughts in Voldemort's heart." Louis waved and asked Krisstrasa to give him a little soul power to nourish his remaining soul: "However, don't be too depressed. After all... after accepting me as your Lord, you can now exist completely separate from Voldemort."

"Behave well, Riddle." Lewis thought for a while and then said with a smile: "Forget it, you will no longer be Tom Riddle from now on, let's give you a new name... Well, let's give you a code name. , it’s called a square.”

"This name..." Riddle was obviously stunned.

Are you here playing poker?

However, he still lowered his head and responded: "Yes."

"Okay, let me introduce you." Louis pointed to the square in front of him, which was Riddle and said: "This is the famous village-level terrorist who disrupted the entire British wizarding world-Voldemort."

"Oh." There was no reaction on Catherine's face, and the same was true of Vitaly.

Isn't he just Voldemort? There's nothing to be alarmed about...

"Who are you talking about? Voldemort???" Their voices raised an octave at the same time.

"Shh." Louis quickly stopped the two of them. It would not be fun to attract outsiders.

He whispered: "It's nothing to be surprised about, it's just a little shrimp."

Redefine "little shrimp".

"Quick Cube, come and say hello." Louis waved.

"I have met two mistresses." Riddle understood the situation very well and bowed extremely politely.

"I need to remind you that the one with the fierce temper is my girlfriend, and the one with short hair... is my secretary." Louis explained with a pained face.

"I understand, I understand." Riddle chuckled: "Isn't it the same as Bellatrix? I understand, Lord."

Lewis's head was buzzing, and he couldn't explain it at all.

But Catherine didn't care about this little thing about the title. Anyway, the deer couldn't run away if it was tied to his side, but it still had to be beaten. A ball of green flame appeared in her hand, knowing that the situation is stronger than the person. Cube Riddle immediately changed his tune.

"Sorry, sorry, this... mistress, and Miss Hillyacres." Cube changed the title thoughtfully.

"Hmph." Catherine snorted with a cold face and withdrew the fierce fire that had condensed into a ferocious snake head.

Riddle wiped the cold sweat that shouldn't have appeared on his soul body, thinking why students today are so fierce. When I was in my thirties, Li Huo might not even be at this level...

Of course, Catherine's talent is one of them, and the main reason must be attributed to Louis' "leaf" staff and the special training in the mirror world.

After all, she was a little bit adventurous. Catherine even got a necklace called "Eritra's Eye" in the mirror world.

Well, adding one to the attributes of all skills makes the skills that are already at the ultimate level even more arrogant.

"Can you condense the entity?" Louis asked.

Riddle shook his head: "No, the soul power is not enough right now, and it is impossible to condense it into an entity... But if this powerful lady is willing to help, it should still be possible."

He was referring to Krisstrasa.

Lewis nodded to show that he understood, and began to draw a picture for Riddle: "Everything should be looked at on the bright side. At least you are an independent consciousness now and no longer need to worry about being absorbed by the subject every day, right..."