The Sons of Grindelwald at Hogwarts

[Gryffindor, I heard that there is full of courage there, congratulations, you must be a child full of courage. ]

Orlynworth heard Tom's voice, the inconsequential white and black, who seemed to still say that he was a stupid lion.

He glanced at the diary helplessly.

"The kid doesn't have the feeling of his ancestors at all. Salazar Slytherin said the word stupid lion is a kind of taste with Gryffindor (just like Grindelwald called Dumbledore the saint), But when this bald, noseless power strip speaks, it just makes people feel disgusted."

"I hate college discrimination the most." Yan Zeyue frowned, he really wanted to get into the diary, and then slap that self-righteous Tom Riddle.

"As expected of the person who divides his IQ, soul, and appearance into eight pieces." Olynworth looked at the black diary on the table ironically.

He continued to write.

[Then who are you? ]

[I am Tom Riddle, a Slytherin student at Hogwarts 50 years ago. ]

Black ink appeared on the notebook.

[Then why are you in this diary now? ]

[To put it simply, this is not my own body, but a memory, and I just sealed my memory in this diary. ]

Oliverworth raised an eyebrow.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it should be the soul." He looked at the black diary with disgust and complained.

[I have been put in a box for many years, and now I don’t know the outside world, can you tell me something?Who is the most powerful, greatest wizard right now? ]

Orlynworth sneered.

"It seems that our confident Mr. Riddle still thinks he is himself." He crossed his legs casually, and looked at the black diary with a half-smile.

[Oh, the greatest and most powerful wizard!Of course our greatest White Wizard: Headmaster Dumbledore! ]

When writing this line for him, he could clearly feel the other party's strong dissatisfaction.

[Then... what about the second one? ]

It was evident that poor little Tom still had a glimmer of hope for himself.

[Oh, of course the great reformer Mr. Gellert Grindelwald.] ] Orlynworth suppressed his laughter, anyway, even a generation of Dark Lords couldn't be bald and noseless.

The other party was silent, and the blank paper remained unchanged.

After a long time, the other party typed out a line of words, and it can be clearly seen that the words are very scribbled.

[What? !A generation of Dark Lord Grindelwald? ! ]

[Yes. ]

[So... I don’t know, junior, have you ever heard of the name Voldemort? ]

[Oh, it's Voldemort, of course I know the name, it's all too familiar. ]

The other party seemed to be full of hope again.

[So what is your impression of Voldemort? ]

[It’s just a silly bald man with no nose, who likes to chase and beat a first-grade child, and takes defeating that child as his first goal in life, and was even defeated by a baby more than ten years ago!Just a greasy Puxin male. ]

Olynworth controlled himself not to laugh, and wrote these words quickly.

The younger version of the bald and noseless (though not bald back then.): "..."

[? ]

That's right, the younger version of Voldemort was emoed by him like this.