Reborn at Hogwarts

A diary with a black cover was lying quietly at the bottom of the basket.

It looked old, and the date on the cover had faded, making it barely recognizable as something from about fifty years ago.

Ivan frowned, looking at this seemingly harmless diary with a tangled face. After hesitating for a moment, he took out his wand, and carefully fiddled with the cover with the tip of the wand, exposing most of the first page of the diary.

A name in ink came into view: T.M. Riddle.

Ivan stared at the name silently for a while. After hesitating for a while, the boy let out a long breath, put away his wand, and let the cover of the diary completely cover the first page.

"Now...it's really fun..."

...

"Luminescence flickering."

In the pitch-black room, only the tip of the wand shone with light.

Ivan raised his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It was just past midnight, and it was already a new day.

He lowered his head, dipped the quill pen into the ink bottle, and wrote in the open diary:

"Is anyone there? Is there?"

This line of text flickered on the paper, and it seemed to be sucked in by the paper, disappearing without a trace.

After a while, some brand new words slowly emerged on the paper.

"Hello."

Ivan looked at the line, sniffed, and continued to write: "Hi, my name is Youmu Wang, is this your notebook?"

The tip of the pen paused on the paper for a moment, and a little thick ink smudged out. Before it spread, it was sucked in by the paper again and disappeared completely.

"Hi Yom, my name is Tom Riddle. This is indeed my diary, where did you find it?" New writing appeared on the paper.

"I bought it in a Muggle shop." Ivan filled the quill with ink and continued to write on the paper, "Mixed with a bunch of old books, the seller gave it to me when I bought it." I."

While writing, Ivan couldn't help showing a wicked smile.

It took a long time this time before Riddle replied to Ivan. His handwriting became scribbled and messy, as if he had received a great psychological shock.

"Oh... Muggles? I heard that many wizards like to patronize Muggle shops, because occasionally magical items accidentally end up in Muggle society, and they want to try their luck. Are you also going to try your luck, Yu Hum?"

"No, my father is going to raise a few pigs in the countryside. We went to buy a book called "Postpartum Care of Sows."

This time Riddle was silent for a full five minutes, and just when Ivan thought he would not reply again, new handwriting appeared on the paper.

"So you're a Muggle-born wizard, Youm? What a coincidence, so am I." This time the handwriting became neat and neat again, and Riddle seemed to have adjusted his mood.

"No, I'm a pure-blood wizard." Ivan wrote with a sneer, "It's just that our family has always been closer to Muggles."

"Pure-blood wizards who are close to Muggles are rare. As far as I know, the surname 'Wang' does not belong to the Holy Twenty-Eight families, so are you from their branch family, Yum?" Riddle replied .

"Of course not, my blood is more noble than those stupid guys."

"Oh? Can you tell me, Yum?"

"Of course, Tom." When Ivan wrote this, he stopped on purpose.

"What's the matter, Youmu? It seems that you haven't written for a long time." After waiting for a while, Riddle couldn't help but asked without getting a reply from Ivan.

"I don't know if I can tell you about this...we're friends, aren't we, Tom?"

"Of course, Youmu, of course I'm your friend. If you have any concerns, you can tell me, and I won't tell anyone."

"I believe you, Tom. Then I'll tell you—"

"Don't worry about it."

"My ancestor is one of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the great Salazar Slytherin!"

Riddle fell into an embarrassing silence again, even longer than the previous one in "Postpartum Care of Sows".

"It won't be too exciting, right?" Ivan stared at the blank paper tightly, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

To be honest, if he and Voldemort's roles were switched and he stood in Voldemort's perspective, he might not be able to remain calm under such continuous stimulation.

In this seemingly lying exchange, Ivan pinpointed Voldemort's reverse scales in almost every sentence.

Whether it is "horcruxes mixed in Muggle books for sale", or claiming to be descendants of Salazar Slytherin, Voldemort is completely intolerable.

If Voldemort had his own body at this moment, he would definitely hang Ivan from the ceiling, let him try the most terrifying spells in the world, and die in extreme pain.

It's a pity that he is now just a memory attached to the Horcrux, or an incomplete soul fragment, and he doesn't have such abilities at all.

Therefore, after a suffocating silence, Riddle's handwriting finally surfaced on the page.

"Salazar Slytherin? What a coincidence, Yum. When I was studying at Hogwarts, I studied in Slytherin House, and he is also my favorite wizard."

"Really?" Ivan drew a big question mark on the paper.

"Of course, I never lie, Yum. Which Hogwarts house are you in?"

"I haven't officially enrolled yet, but I'd love to be in Gryffindor."

"Didn't you say you were a descendant of Slytherin?"

"But I like Gryffindor better." After writing this sentence, Ivan did not wait for Riddle's reply, but continued to write: "Okay, it's getting late today, I should go to bed, we have Time to talk, Tom, it was a pleasure chatting with you. Good night."

With a "snap", Ivan closed the diary, then put it on the table, pressed it under several books, and patted it hard twice.

Naturally, this is not to prevent theft, but to prevent parents from discovering the diary.

After nearly a whole day of thinking about how to dispose of Tom Riddle's diary, Ivan tentatively settled on three plans in his mind.

The first option, and the safest of the three, was to give it directly to Dumbledore.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and recognized as the most powerful wizard in the world, Dumbledore undoubtedly has the experience to match his strength. I don't even need to provide any extra information, as long as I hand the diary into his hands, Ivan believes that it will not be long before Dumbledore will discover its essence, and then this Horcrux that triggered the Chamber of Secrets incident will be in the Completely destroyed without anyone knowing.