Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

Tom Riddle is at a loss right now.

He didn't know what the situation was like now, he didn't know what he should do now, he didn't even know if his name was Tom Riddle.

Because at the end of the day, he is nothing more than an abandoned diary.

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Time went back to the day before, in Quirrell's cramped teaching assistant's office.

Quirrell went out to collect his homework, and there was only an illusory figure left in the office.

"I'm going to steal the Philosopher's Stone tomorrow." The phantom of the handsome boy sat quietly by the window, looking at the diary in front of him.

The diary opened a few pages by itself, and a line of beautiful ink appeared on a blank page——

"Didn't you already occupy my body, you still need to discuss this kind of thing with me?"

The emotions revealed in the ink blots are very sullen, and it can be seen that it is very dissatisfied with the encroachment on its body.

"It seems that you haven't figured it out yet. I am the one who created you, and I am the master soul who dominates all Horcruxes!" Voldemort's tone was also tinged with anger, "There is no such thing as in my diary when I was young. The memory left behind, how can you have the magical attainment to condense the soul and body?!"

"But you fell on top of a baby anyway," the diary reads.

Voldemort's face contorted for a while, as if he had the urge to tear the diary apart.

After a long time, he took a deep breath to calm down the anger in his heart.

"I didn't take you out to quarrel with you." Voldemort said in a deep voice, "I have something important to tell you. This is related to whether I can be resurrected smoothly, and it is also related to our common future!"

"Don't you want to get your body back? Okay, then give it back to you!"

The ink on the page of the diary suddenly faded, which meant that its mood fluctuated violently, and it almost failed to stabilize its handwriting.

"Is what you said true? But, why did you return the body to me?" After a while, the ink marks on the diary were reconstituted into a new line of writing.

"After absorbing the vitality of the unicorn, I actually don't need to use your condensed body to act anymore," said Voldemort.

At the same time, the phantom of the handsome boy was thrown straight into the opened diary, and another figure with distorted features, no nose, and no hair appeared by the window instead of him.

"Tomorrow's action is extremely important to me, but my enemy is also extremely powerful." Voldemort said, his face became extremely ugly, his blood red eyes flickered constantly, "Dumbledore and Dracula are both difficult for me now. To deal with the existence, even if you can use a little trick to hold them back, it won't be able to hold them back for too long."

"Therefore, tomorrow's action must have the possibility of failure!"

"Do you need me to do something?" The diary hesitated for a moment and wrote a line.

"No, you don't have to do anything." Voldemort's eyes were gloomy. "I will find the safest place to put you. You just need to protect your own safety."

"You remember, every horcrux is my life, and I will never risk my life. I will re-possess Quirrell, and it is enough to have him as cannon fodder!"

The diary was silent for a moment, and wrote down two words:

"I understand."

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The diary lay quietly in Voldemort's so-called safest place, and spent the whole day in fear.

In the evening of the next day, when the sunset just rose outside the window, Riddle's soul throbbed crazily in the diary.

He suddenly sensed an extremely violent fluctuation in the state of his main soul, that is, Voldemort.

Immediately afterwards, the position of the main soul suddenly moved rapidly, and the distance to him was getting closer and closer, and the feeling between the two became stronger and stronger. At the same time, the main soul's emotions were mixed with extreme shock and urgency.

Outside the window, a skull carried a cloud of black smoke, as if inadvertently bypassed the eighth floor of the main tower, and at the moment it was closest to the castle, a short and emotional message was sent to the diary——

"Lucking in Hogwarts Castle! A diadem beside you will help you! Get Harry Potter's blood!!!"

Not long after receiving the message, a dark full moon suddenly rose in the sky where the red clouds had not yet ended.

After that, Riddle in the diary could no longer sense the breath of the main soul...

"Ugh--"

The phantom of the handsome boy emerged from the diary and let out a sigh.

He is very confused now and doesn't know what to do next.

Was it lurking in Hogwarts Castle as the main soul requested, trying to get Harry Potter's blood?

He hesitated.

On the one hand, Riddle didn't know what Voldemort wanted Potter's blood to do. On the other hand, Dracula and Dumbledore were like two mountains pressing on his head, making him dare not act rashly.

Thinking for nothing, he suddenly thought of the second sentence in the text message Voldemort sent him without beginning and end——

"A crown around you will help you."

Riddle looked around him, but he didn't find anything like a crown here.But he didn't think Voldemort would leave any useless information in such an urgent situation.

So Riddle raised his head and looked around the room.

He was standing in a room the size of a cathedral. The high windows cast beams of the setting sun, illuminating innumerable objects, either old or quaint, piled up like a mountain, forming a city of high walls—that is, It is made up of items hidden by Hogwarts students or professors in the past.

"Is there a Room of Requirement?" Riddle whispered to himself.

When Voldemort was young, he mentioned this magical place in his diary, so Tom Riddle, who was born in the diary Horcrux, quickly identified his location.

Riddle had the idea of ​​exploring the mystery.

He picked up the blank diary and moved along the narrow passageway left among the various debris.

The aisles were lined with ramshackle furniture, possibly stuffed here to conceal evidence of spell failure; thousands of books, mostly banned, defaced, or stolen Books that had come; some broken bottles of frozen potions, some corked with an evil light still shining; some rusty swords and a blood-stained axe...

Riddle carefully looked at the surrounding objects, and suddenly, he gradually felt a hoarse call in the depths of his soul——

He could sense that the calling object came from the same source as him.

Another Horcrux of Voldemort!

Riddle turned around abruptly, turned into a small path among the treasure piles, passed a giant monster specimen that was still emitting a stench, and walked quickly to the place where the calling sound came from.

Finally, he stopped in front of a large cabinet with blisters on the surface, as if it had been splashed with strong acid.

Beside the cabinet was a crate with a battered statue of an ugly old warlock, behind which a rusty diadem hides.

The setting sun sank slowly under the black lake, and two moons of different colors lit up in the sky, casting a soft and cool moonlight from the high window of the room.

In the moonlight, a clear sapphire shone on the rust-dark diadem.

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