Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Julius sat at the desk in his dormitory. The candlelight was dim and the air was filled with the dampness and dust of the night.

He spread out the black diary, tapped the cover lightly with his fingertips, his eyes heavy.

This was the third week that he had been talking to the diary.

His initial caution and vigilance had long since disappeared, and he gradually got used to the existence of this mysterious "Tom Riddle", and even began to rely on him.

He has no friends, no one who understands him.

But diaries are different.

It answers his questions, listens to his anger, appreciates his wisdom, and encourages him to pursue higher goals.

It was like a friend, or some higher-level existence, guiding him, understanding him, and filling the untouched wasteland in his heart.

Julius raised his quill and wrote softly:

[I was in so much pain today that I almost passed out.]

The ink seeped into the paper, and after a few seconds, new words slowly emerged -

[Another pain in the middle of the night? ]

Julius sneered, his handwriting a little messy -

[You know, it tortures me every day. Every time the pain comes, I feel like I'm dead, but I'm alive.]

[Pain is always more terrible than death.] Riddle's handwriting appeared, with gentle comfort.

Julius' fingertips turned slightly white. He took a deep breath and tightened his fingers on the page, as if trying to grab something.

[The funny thing is, even if I were alive, I wouldn't be able to do anything. ]

[You are not unable to act, you just don’t have the power to control your own destiny. ]

Julius stared at this sentence in silence for a long time, his fingertips gently stroking the paper.

Control his fate? He couldn't even control his own body...

【Then what should I do? 】

【You can choose a new way to bear all this. 】

Julius frowned slightly, his heart suddenly tightened for a moment, and he instinctively felt that the next words would change something.

【What method? 】

This time, the diary was silent for a little longer than usual.

Then, new words appeared -

【Let me bear your pain. 】

Julius's breathing hitched for a moment, and his frown deepened.

【What's the meaning? 】

【Give me your pain.】

[…Are you kidding?]

【I never joke.】

The ink carved deep into the paper, like a whisper that could not be ignored.

Julius stared at the line of words, his Adam's apple rolled, his fingertips tightly grasped the quill, and his body trembled slightly.

Is it really possible?

Every late night, he would curl up in bed and let the pain tear him apart, but he never thought that one day someone would tell him that he could give up the pain.

【……How to do it? 】

【A drop of blood fell on the page. 】

Julius' heart suddenly shrank and his pupils contracted slightly.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the diary lying quietly on the table.

The black cover did not ripple at all, but the line of words remained there quietly, like some kind of silent temptation.

Blood?

This book is going to absorb his blood?

His mind was reminding him - this was definitely not normal.

But at the same time, some deeper intuition whispered that this might be his only chance.

Julius took a deep breath and picked up the knife on the table with trembling fingertips. The blade shone coldly in the candlelight.

He stared at his fingertips, clenched his teeth slightly, and then made a light stroke.

Blood oozed out, and the hot liquid dripped onto the pages of the diary.

Instantly, the pages seemed to absorb the blood, and the ink surged, as if some abyssal creature was devouring its nutrients.

Julius stared at the scene, his heart beating wildly, and he even forgot to breathe.

Then, his pain disappeared.

He gasped sharply, his eyes widening as he felt his body in shock.

The pain is gone.

It disappeared...

He clenched his fists tightly to make sure he was not dreaming - since he was born, his body had never felt so light, so... free.

He picked up the quill with trembling fingers and wrote down -

[…How is this possible?]

New words slowly appeared on the diary. The neat handwriting seemed to be flying, as if carrying a light joy.

【Do you believe it now? 】

Julius' pupils contracted slightly, and his breathing became disordered for a moment.

He stared at the line of words in silence for a long time, and a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his lips.

He believed it.

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From that day on, Julius' life changed.

Whenever the pain came, he would open his diary, drip a drop of blood on the page, and then - the pain would disappear.

This became his habit.

The existence of the diary became his most important secret.

He began to pour out more things into his diary, telling of his loneliness, anger, and unwillingness...

He discovered that Riddle not only listened, but also gave him advice that was wiser than any professor or book he had ever met.

He began to depend on him.

One day, Julius wrote in his diary:

【Why are you helping me? 】

【Because you are special. 】

Julius stared at the words, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table.

【special?】

[You are smarter and more sober than anyone else. You don't blindly believe in justice, nor do you foolishly accept fate. You deserve more. ]

Julius' heart suddenly shrank and his Adam's apple rolled.

Deserve...more?

He had never heard anything like it.

He stared at the diary, with certain emotions surging wildly in his mind.

Then he wrote on the page -

If I need help, can you do more for me?

【certainly. 】

【Like... an exam?】

【You want to cheat? 】

[Just... I want to give it a try. ]

【Then let me control your body. 】

Julius' pupils shrank and his heart pounded.

Let Riddle control his body?

But...why not give it a try?

He was used to having Riddle take the pain for him.

If he can also help him with his exams and solve his problems...what's wrong with that?

Julius slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then, write down:

【……good. 】

He took that step completely.

But he didn't know that this step would completely change his destiny.