Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The diary paused, and then words slowly appeared, [Hello, Lance. ]

Beautiful cursive characters float on the paper.

Riddle put on the tone of a sunny boy, but every word was calculated.

[Oh, Lance, which college are you from?I'm a Slytherin!Merlin, you don't know how miserable I am in here, no one talks to me! ]

Allen understood Riddle's pretended heart.

But he never thought that one day he would be disturbed by words.

He took a deep breath, tried his best to bear the hatred of the toilet water, disguised himself as a shy and timid wretch, and wrote,

[I'm from Hufflepuff and I'm in second year.uh, tom-

Can I call you that? ]

The diary paused, words appeared smoothly, [Of course. ]

Allen chuckled, tentatively,

[I love our Hufflepuff common room, the pumpkin table is like a fairytale.

You know, I'm a Muggleborn and I love pumpkin elves! ]

The writing in the diary grew more slowly.

He hesitated and squeezed out a word, [Sounds really good! ]

This sentence made Allen show a smile of winning.

——The diary cannot see the outside situation.

Riddle seemed to want to control the conversation, and asked casually,

[Lance, how are you recently?

I heard from a little girl that the Heir of Slytherin reappeared, the school chamber was opened again, and a cat was killed! ]

Allen calmly picked up the pen and wrote faster, as if he was really scared to death.

[Yes!I am terrified!

Tom, you have no idea, that cat is like a horrible corpse!

My God, I can't figure it out, Harry Potter is the heir of Slytherin!

—You know, he is the savior! ]

The diary reads elegantly, [Oh, Lance, you can't be so naive—

Know people, know face, but not heart! ]

Allen's writing speed slowed down a lot, with some obvious stagnation.

He wrote, [Oh...you're right, Tom.you are great! ]

The tip of the quill fell hesitantly.

[But... but, Tom?wait a minute, i mean-

You just said that the Heir of Slytherin appeared 'again' and the Chamber of Secrets was opened 'again'?

……What does it mean?

Could it be that the chamber of secrets has been opened before? ]

Riedel wrote a lot of eloquence.

[Oh, of course, Lance—the last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened was when I was in school!

If you want, I can take you to see the memory of 50 years ago! ]

Allen closed the book decisively and threw it into Zeus.

Although he is not particularly smart, he is not stupid after all, so he will not hand over the initiative to this "Voldemort".

He found a box, skillfully engraved a magic circle, and put the diary in it.

The sea blue eyes are a little dark.

Although there is no need to worry about the "Heir of Slytherin" making trouble now, and there is no need to worry about Hai Erbo causing trouble...

But what exactly is a diary?

It can confuse outsiders to achieve its own goals.

It even has self-awareness!

Judging from Ginny's situation... the diary can even absorb people's vitality.

Speaking of this...

Voldemort's remnant soul also had this ability before, didn't it?

That's why Quirrell died!

Alan thought about it, and pressed the lid of the sealing magic box with his slender fingers, and gently buckled it down.

Could it be that the diary is also a piece of soul?

Speaking of the soul,

He clearly remembered the three taboos that Flamel had always emphasized—the Unforgivable Curse, soul magic, and space-time magic.

If the Three Unforgivable Curses are cruel curses that distort one’s temperament and plunder lives; the magic of time and space is a semi-taboo that allows short-term exploration and can be used to develop time converters...

Then soul magic is the death taboo that all wizards talk about!

The wizards even call it the domain of the god of death!

Is Voldemort already arrogant enough to touch soul magic?

This is something that Salazar has warned countless times and must not touch!

Allen knocked on the table and took out the portrait of Snake Ancestor.

"Ancestor, you said before that the magic of the soul cannot be touched... Then, is there any black magic that can make the soul into two..."

His language expression is a bit confusing.

Salazar looked at him with folded arms, seeming impatient.

Allen had no choice but to be patient, explained the ins and outs, and finally said,

"I found that it can absorb the life force of others just like Voldemort's remnant soul before.

"In order to make sure of something, I chatted with it just now, and found that it has a certain ability to think, and the level of bewitching words and sentences is even higher than that of Voldemort."

Salazar finally paid attention.

He frowned, thinking slowly, "There is indeed a forbidden magic... that can achieve this effect..."

Allen concentrated and leaned forward.

Salazar yelled, "Stupid bastard! Just such a stupid brain dares to claim that I am Salazar's blood!"

Allen: ...?

Salazar's tone was offended, and he didn't have a good air,

"You bastards, one or two are so stupid! I thought you were stupid enough, but the other one was even worse!"

Allen breathed a sigh of relief.

...So it wasn't him who was talking about!

He smiled and complimented, "Ancestor, you are a person who reached the pinnacle thousands of years ago, you must know what this is?"

Salazar snorted coldly, his face gloomy.

"—It's a Horcrux! The soul is divided by murder and stored on an object.

"This kind of magic flourished thousands of years ago.

At that time, everyone was precarious and trying their best to keep themselves alive.

"Some people got crooked thoughts and split their own souls to make horcruxes.

Thus, since a part of his soul is not damaged, he cannot die. "

...This is also in line with Voldemort's declaration of "immortality".

Allen thought about it, and said slowly, "You mean, the main soul in his body cannot be destroyed?"

Salazar said angrily, "Little brat!"

But he still answered Allen's question seriously.

"Let's put it this way—

"If you make a Horcrux and someone casts a death curse on you, the soul in your body will not be damaged."

Snake Ancestor became serious, biting every word very clearly.

"But... you will become a wandering soul, no, worse than a wandering soul..."

"This kind of soul can only be nourished and protected by the body when it is attached to another person."

Salazar said softly,

"However, this kind of soul carries a terrible curse, and if it possesses another person, it can't help but absorb the vitality of the other person. Therefore, it is difficult for the person possessed by him to survive for a long time.

"Moreover, the soul is the most authentic appearance of a person. If you possess someone else, the final body will also have a trace of other people's characteristics."

Allen frowned slowly,

"But in this case... If he had possessed an animal, wouldn't it be..."

The crown prince, who had severe mental cleanliness, shuddered and was successfully disgusted by himself.

He took a slow breath and tapped on the table.

A mango pudding thoughtfully appeared, much to ease the churning in his stomach.

Salazar snorted coldly and reprimanded lightly, "Squeamish!"

"Thousands of years ago, people who made Horcruxes out of fear of death all suffered terribly in the end——

"They had to beg other people to destroy their Horcruxes in order to gain peace of death."

He glared at Allen.

"That bastard is so stupid, you have to be smart! If you let me know that you are stupid too, I will remove you from the Slytherin family tree!"

Allen laughed and joked,

"But you are only a portrait now!"

Salazar stared angrily, coiling himself in a rage.

Allen had no choice but to pull Salazar away, and said helplessly, "I didn't mean to offend you-can you tell me about the books on Horcrux research?"

Under the gaze of Snake Ancestor, he half raised his hand,

"I promise, I'm only out to destroy Voldemort - never touch a Horcrux!"

Salazar pursed his lips reluctantly, uttered a few words, and then rolled himself back.

He said, "Find it in the secret room."