Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"Why must it be Harry? And not someone else?" Claudius asked, "His life has been unsatisfactory...Albus..."

"Everything is destined..." Dumbledore said pitifully, "Voldemort regards him as an enemy that must be defeated. If he returns, the first person he points his butcher knife at must be Harry, and never It’ll be someone else.”

"But you are still here..." she said, "Why does he have such ability to take advantage of you?"

"I don't dare to gamble." Dumbledore said.

She temporarily acquiesced to Dumbledore's statement, but she didn't think it was a good choice to let Harry explore in a crisis. There was something...something wrong that couldn't be explained.

Or maybe the ugly Voldemort in the dream was too far away from her life, and Tom seemed to be handsome and polite. He even seemed to be at a disadvantage when there were only two people in the confrontation. He looked like a boy of his own age. There is no big difference in personality.

He didn't even do anything drastic, and he didn't look like the same person as the rumored Voldemort at all.

until--

"Claudine..." Ginny stopped her in the morning meeting. The school resumed the Quidditch game in a smooth order. The students were like a sports meeting in the Muggle world, completely forgetting what was going to happen next. During the exam, I devoted myself wholeheartedly to this event that was full of joy in the hospital.

But the little sister of the Weasley family looked worried. Her face looked very bad, white and green, her lips were chapped and white, and she looked like she was about to faint in the next second.

In her impression, this shy little girl always likes to hide behind Mrs. Weasley. Fred and George don't always tease her like they treat Ron. The most important thing is, Ginny likes her very much, perhaps because the new robe she gave her, or the souvenirs given to her during her interactions with the Weasley family in the past few years left a very reliable impression on Ginny. Behind the door, the first thing she thought of was this seemingly omnipotent and famous senior.

"What's the matter? Ginny?" The responsive Slytherin sister quickly changed the subject of the Slytherins she was traveling with, and then urged them to go back to the original road, and then hurriedly returned to her Beside, "You look bad, Ginny, what happened? Are you sick?"

That's how people are. After being ignored, someone can ask you questions with concern, and when the other person seems to be a very reliable person, your worries may pour out in an instant, pouring out everything like beans.

"I feel as if I am losing my memory..." she said. "This feeling is terrible and looks very abnormal. After the attack, I often can't remember where I am... I am very afraid that I am... The murderer who attacks everyone..."

"Can you not tell others? Clooney? What happened to me?"

"Has anything unusual happened recently?" Clooney touched her chin and took her to the bench in the corridor. It wasn't summer yet, and the bench was cold and ice-cold, but she was soon followed by unknown effects. What magic became warm.

"...No..."

"Listen, kid." Crowney said seriously, "We have known each other for so many years, and of course I trust you unconditionally. But the problem is, your current situation is very similar to being under the Imperius Curse - you know what it is The Imperius Curse?"

"Is it one of the Unforgivable Curses?"

"It's true. People who are under the Imperius Curse often don't know what they have done and are completely controlled by the caster. But this spell is strictly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic. You have to remember that you have seen it. Who, with whom?"

"Since when?"

"In the beginning...when the cat was killed on Halloween, my chest was covered in paint."

"Who did you meet? Or did you meet anyone new?"

Ginny was silent for a long time, finally realizing the seriousness of the matter.

"I, I made a new friend." She said, "He is a senior at Hogwarts. He can talk to me through his diary..."

The answer comes to light.

"Is there anything else?" Clowney asked, "Apart from chatting, didn't you do anything?"

For a girl, this is really something unspeakable. For example, having a deep love for a boy who only talks on paper, opening one's soul, and empowering others.

But Tom Riddle had it before him. As the earliest Horcrux, he possesses the most complete personal consciousness and naturally knows the importance of soul integrity. He had this consideration in mind when he first wanted to sign a contract with Clooney. But once the person he makes a contract with becomes someone he doesn't like...

The result must not be good.

Clooney stared at Ginny's pale face and gave her a definite answer: "It's not your fault, Ginny. I won't tell anyone else."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief. But then, Clooney said: "But you have to stay away from that diary. It's best to find a reason to seal it or give it to me."

"You have realized that something is wrong. You should stay away from such magic items next time, especially don't involve their so-called 'souls'."

"And..." Ginny twirled her fingers.

"Then I'll take care of it," Clowney said. "Don't worry."

"You mean, I'm under the Imperius Curse of this senior?"

"I'm afraid that's the case, and the other party's magic skills are much higher than yours, but after all, you are still young. I will let the professor help handle this matter."

"Besides, I will explain that this is not your problem. What do you think of handling it this way? The professor will also keep your confidentiality."