HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

As early as the first time she saw the black notebook, Segnus had been thinking about it.

The strong stench coming from above always gives me a sense of déjà vu

The dark aura is like the scar on Harry's head, and also like the ugly face on the back of Professor Quirrell's head.

The smell of rotting soul

While Lucius was away, Cygnus stepped into the study again.

The family ancestors on the wall all warmly welcomed her arrival, especially Abraxas. As the granddaughter who was most like him, he was naturally very happy to see Cygnus often.

"Hey, Segnus, you seem to have grown a little taller today."

“I think it looks better now.”

"Which one of the Malfoys is not good-looking?"

The portraits on the wall are chattering about

Cygnus bowed to them one by one.

Then he slowly walked to the bookshelf and gently flipped through the books. The notebook hidden in the deepest part was inadvertently revealed.

As she got closer, the sickening smell became stronger.

Segnus carefully picked up a corner of the notebook with his thumb and index finger, and then put the ordinary notebook he had prepared on top.

When she got back to her room, she picked up her quill and began writing in her notebook.

As the magic power fluctuated, her handwriting seemed to be swallowed up by the notebook and disappeared without a trace.

"Hello," a line of vigorous black handwriting slowly emerged.

Seeing the notebook's response, Segnus couldn't help but smile slightly. It was just as she expected.

This means that what is hidden in the notebook is Voldemort, or a part of him.

After a while of waiting, the words appeared on the notebook again: "Sorry, did I scare you?"

Looking at the impatient response on the notebook, Segnus laughed inwardly. This Voldemort really did not hide his eagerness at all.

So, she did not hesitate any longer and wrote back: "I am Margaret Ambrosius, who are you?"

As the writing gradually disappeared, Segnus couldn't help but feel proud of her talent for naming.

This time, the notebook's response time was significantly longer. I wonder what the owner of the handwriting, Voldemort himself, was thinking at this moment.

Finally, words appeared on the notebook again: "Hello, Margaret, maybe I can call you that. I mean, your last name is really rare."

"Thank you for your concern. Now my line is almost the only one in our family." Such a sigh can't help but make people feel regretful.

It is indeed the only one, after all, she made it up.

"I'm so sorry to have touched a sore spot for you.

My name is Tom Riddle, and I am in my sixth year at Hogwarts."

This Tom Riddle is too lazy to cover up. If you read his name backwards, isn’t it Voldemort?

Although there are many complaints in my heart, a polite response is still indispensable.

Cygnus continued writing:

"Soon, I will also be a second-year student at Hogwarts. By the way, where are you now?"

"It's just a small part of my consciousness. You know, life at Hogwarts is always busy and boring."

"No, I feel happy and relaxed."

The stubbornness in Segnus's bones makes her stick to the belief of "I don't care what you think, I care what I think"

It seemed that such a straightforward answer left Riddle speechless, and the conversation on the notebook fell into a brief silence.

After a long time, the handwriting slowly appeared on the yellowed paper again: "Maybe you have your point of view. I have never had any friends. Can you be my friend?"

Segnus's answer was brief and firm: "No."

Riddle seemed a little surprised by Cygnus's refusal, and asked with a slightly trembling handwriting: "Why? Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?"

Segnus smiled slightly. She knew that the character she was playing now, Margaret, needed a reasonable explanation. "No, I just think that since you are a sixth-year student at Hogwarts, the gap between us is too big. You know too much. I am afraid that I will be a burden to you."

This time, the handwriting on the notebook became much softer: "Don't worry, Margaret, there is no age or knowledge difference between friends. I will do my best to help you and make your life in Hogwarts more enjoyable."

Segnus couldn't help but sigh that Voldemort really knew how to play the role of a caring older brother.

But she still decided to continue the show: "Well, since you said so, I'll give it a try. But first, you have to tell me why you are in this notebook?"

The handwriting quickly appeared on the paper: "This is a long story involving the field of black magic and taboos. In short, when I was exploring black magic, I accidentally attached my consciousness to this notebook."

Cygnus raised his eyebrows

"Then you must be in pain now, right?"

"Yes, but I feel much better with you by my side." Riddle's handwriting sounded quite relieved.

Segnus smiled slightly and decided to push the scene to a climax. She deliberately lowered her head and tapped the edge of the notebook with her fingers. As if she was hesitant, she said, "Actually, I have one more thing I want to ask you for help with. It's about a little secret in my heart."

The handwriting on the notebook immediately became curious: "Oh? What's the secret? Just tell me and I'll do my best to help you."

Cygnus pursed his lips and pretended to be shy as he wrote, "I...I like Harry Potter, but he doesn't seem to have any feelings for me. I know it's stupid, but I just can't help myself."

Riddle's handwriting showed some surprise, but he quickly regained his composure: "It's not silly, Margaret. Love is blind, and I understand how you feel.

Since you regard me as a friend, I should also share your worries. Tell me, what do you need me to do? "

"Actually, I just want to know, is there any way to make Harry like me?" Segnus observed the notebook's reaction.

Riddle's handwriting was full of confidence. "Don't worry, Margaret. As your friend, I will help you find a solution. However, before that, you have to tell me more about Harry so that I can better advise you."

Segnus laughed inwardly, Voldemort had really taken the bait.

She began to talk about every little thing about Harry, and she deliberately described some of the details vividly, as if she really had a deep love for Harry.

Riddle always kept an eye on his writings and offered some comfort and advice from time to time.

At this time, Segnus pretended to check the time and said, "Oh, it's already so late. I have to go to dinner. Let's talk tomorrow, Riddle."

Riddle's handwriting immediately looked a little anxious: "Okay, Margaret, then you go to eat first. But remember to tell me more about Harry tomorrow, and I will do my best to help you."

Without any extra moves, Segnus closed the notebook.

Just then, Theodore's owl gently landed on Cygnus's windowsill.

She reached out and took the letter from the owl's mouth, then kindly fed the owl some of its favorite food, then slowly opened the envelope and began to read the contents:

"Signus,

Are you free tomorrow? Perhaps you would like to come to Nott Manor and spend some time there. The roses in the manor are in full bloom, and I think you might like them.

Your Theodore"

Segnus smiled slightly, picked up the quill and narrated something. Her handwriting was smooth and elegant, as if she was telling a beautiful story.

"Dear Theodore,

I will arrive at Nott Manor on time tomorrow, and look forward to enjoying the blooming roses with you. Your invitation makes me happy. Thank you for always thinking of me when you are busy.

Looking forward to our meeting.

Your Cygnus"

Placing the letter in the owl's claws, Cygnus gently stroked its feathers.

The owl flapped its wings and flew into the night sky, disappearing in the bright moonlight.