HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

Love and hate are two strong emotions, and these two strong emotions will become the key to Tom Marvolo Riddle's construction of the life-devouring dream world.

The little pure-blood Slytherin boy hated Harry Potter, and the little pure-blood Gryffindor girl loved Harry Potter.

Riddle thought this was a very interesting thing.

"I like Mr. Potter very much."

Know you like him.

Riddle felt that this girl really liked the savior so much that she reminded him of a person - or rather, a ghost.

Just as stupid.

But when Riddle appeared, he discovered something. The diary changed hands again.

This time, it was a red-haired Gryffindor girl who confessed her love to Potter.

"Why do you like him? Can you tell me?"

Ginny was shocked that the diary could respond to her.

Riddle knew all the thoughts of this first grade girl, especially her admiration for Mr. Potter.

He knew that he had another chance to harvest his life force.

He believes that not everyone has such weird dreams.

This girl really proved that the only one who was abnormal was the Slytherin girl.

Instead, Riddle didn't want to control the girl and sent himself back to the Slytherin girl. She was very smart, and he didn't like her being smart.

"How is Mr. Potter so?"

Riddle had just learned all the deeds of Mr. Potter, the Slytherin boy's savior. Thanks to her, he even knew what Mr. Potter liked to eat and what he didn't like to eat.

He answered the girl perfunctorily, but the girl naturally didn't know.

"Of course! Mr. Potter is smart and brave! I heard from my brother that last year he gave Gryffindor extra points to beat Slytherin, which has been number one for many years."

No wonder the pure-blood boy hated him so much. Thinking about it, I also hated him.

When I was studying, the champion was always Slytherin, nothing else.

Abu, those Blacks, etc., Slytherins are now worse than the previous generation.

It was very easy for Riddle to control this Weasley girl. Apart from the fact that she had previously sucked the life force of the Slytherin pure-blood boy, she was too weak.

But again, what can a first-grade child expect?

Riddle appeared from the diary and looked at the girl sleeping in front of him. I decided to be gentle and suck her life force, otherwise she would die in less than half a month.

That would make people aware of it, which would be detrimental to your plans.

Now, let me see what happened recently that made you unforgettable.

Riddle entered her dream and saw himself. To be precise, I saw the diary.

This is a voyeuristic perspective, and the person being spied on is the strange Slytherin girl.

"I really like Mr. Potter." The black-haired girl sat in the corner and muttered.

She lowered her head and held the quill in her long fingers.

The quill under her hand trembled slightly as she wrote in her diary, "Here, I can take a look at him. Just one look and I'm satisfied."

Then Riddle saw the girl's sweet smile from the girl's perspective and shook her head.

She was caught up in her own emotions, and suddenly she seemed to hear something and stood up and turned her head.

Turning his eyes, Riddle saw the Gryffindor Quidditch team, with seven sunshine girls and boys walking over heroically.

The girl looked at Mr. Potter with her bright brown eyes, filled with many emotions that she could not understand.

The two looked at each other and passed each other.

"I really like Mr. Potter, but there are so many people who like him."

"That Slytherin girl is so good and smart, I can't even compare to her."

"And Hermione, the know-it-all lady that my brother often mentioned, also has a very good relationship with Mr. Potter."

What this girl is most afraid of losing is unrequited love, which is different from that pure-blood boy. He was afraid that he would disappoint his father and not be liked by him.

But it doesn't matter, I will create a dream that she will never forget.

When Ginny Weasley woke up, she had forgotten everything. No one knew about her abnormality, not even her roommates.

It had been raining in October, and Ginny had been ill since the beginning of the month.

After being sent to the hospital wing by Percy, he was given a lot of refreshing potions, as well as Professor Snape's new cold potion, which was said to be very useful.

"Ugh!" Ginny covered her mouth and retched. This new medicine was too unpleasant to drink.

The girl burst into tears and felt like her tongue was no longer her own.

Ginny's cold wasn't going away, she didn't just have a cold. Riddle's slow absorption of her life force made her body begin to weaken, but not noticeably.

late at night.

The red-haired girl opened her eyes, her brown eyes blinking.

A crimson flannel curtain was hung and a hand was pushed aside. The girl put on her coat, shoes and socks and walked out.

"As long as I help you, you can make Mr. Potter like me, right?" The girl's low voice echoed in the women's bathroom. She took out the diary hidden in her plain robe, "I'm already here."

Riddle coaxed the young and ignorant girl with sweet words and released the basilisk in the secret room.

Next, it's time for the Muggles to get out of this school. Dumbledore must be driven away, that old bee, and let him refuse his request.

Riddle directed her to do things step by step, and the girl would do it every time.

Release a basilisk, kill a chicken, and...

The girl's athletic ability is so strong that she can catch a chicken with her bare hands without making any sound.

"Good boy, turn their heads off."

Riddle ordered her to kill all Hagrid's chickens.

The girl's face was covered in blood and her hands were shaking slightly.

"You're so good. Now let's go clean up. I know where there is a clean water source nearby, suitable for a good boy like you."

When Ginny, under his own instigation, hung the petrified cat on a torch bracket and smeared the wall with rooster blood, Riddle thought that she was of no use anymore.

Let your death be the gift of my new life, I am very happy.

Soon, your life will be harvested by me.

The little girl in the dream watched Mr. Potter, who was originally in love with her, fall in love with someone else again and again, and she killed the girl again and again, and then punished her love-hearted lover - punishing him to lose herself forever.

If Lycoris knew about Ginny's dream, she would definitely pat her on the shoulder and say, "Sister, are you narrow-minded? What's the use of killing me? He will fall in love with many people, so you should kill him."

Also, is it really necessary to cut the throat to punish a lover who has changed his mind? I changed my mind when I no longer love you. Doesn't this mean you are making room for yourself?

In this case, you should kill him before he becomes interested in someone else. He should die while he still loves you.

This way, he will be yours forever and ever.