38 years of past events

In the last year of Hogwarts, I locked everything in that small suitcase which was not too full, and officially left this Muggle cabin that I lived in for many years, the Muggle cabin that started from the night my father left , I set foot on the train with my final farewell. After going for many years, I never came back.

"Ah! Hold...Sorry, sir, I...I didn't mean it." On the train, the one who bumped into me was an extremely small girl with red hair, yellowish complexion, and a second-hand robe , and a wand that may not be very textured.

Shabby is all I can say about her.

"Yes... I'm sorry..." She raised her head, her eyes filled with shyness.

I didn't intend to argue with a first-year freshman, so I frowned and decided to send her away with just a few words.

At this moment, someone in the car shouted: "Ginny?" She turned around and left quickly without saying anything.

What a rude girl!

But just when I was about to return to the private room, look what I found, I picked up a black notebook from my feet, did that smelly girl drop it?

"Paulksholt Street, London." The address of the publishing house was reflected on the back cover, and the familiar feeling that passed through my heart just now was instantly wiped away. I thought it would be something interesting, but it turned out to be a Muggle diary .

I changed hands and was about to throw it away, but the red-haired girl ran back again, "I'm sorry, sir, I dropped something just now." She looked at the diary in my hand and beckoned me to return it to her.

"Hey, miss, I picked it up for you, don't you even say a word of thanks? The most basic courtesy for a new wizard is still required." I laughed at her appearance in my heart, guessing what she would do later. Definitely not Slytherin.

"Yes... I'm sorry, sir, thank you for helping me find it, so... can you return it to me?" I saw that her nervous face was flushed, but she was still staring at my hand in this diary.

Of course, how can I be interested in a Muggle thing, so I threw it to her casually, "Give it back to you."

"Thank... thank you, sir."

But a strange thing happened. I just threw the diary to that girl, but a gust of wind came from somewhere, or maybe it opened by itself. The first page of the diary was clearly written from the perspective facing me name, and that name was: Tom Riddle!

Hey!etc!Tom Riddle?It says Tom Riddle!

Well, there's no one I'm more familiar with about this name because, starting from my grandpa to my father, they all have a common name, which is Tom Riddle.

"Wait, that girl!" I wanted to stop her, but as a result, she ran faster after hearing my voice, until finally she was no longer seen.

What a bloody Merlin!

Tom Riddle, that is my father, that is my father's diary, but now it is in the hands of a poor girl?But where did she get it?

"Happy new school year, my prefect Randolph." Daisy Malfoy said happily.

"No! It's not good at all!"

"Did something happen to you?"

"Yes, I'm looking for someone, a girl with red hair? Did you see that, Daisy?"

"Redheads? I can't think of anyone else with redheads besides the down-and-out Weasleys. Why, are you interested in those Gryffindors?" Daisy Malfoy raised eight notes surprised.

"Okay, be quiet, Miss Malfoy, no one will think you are dumb if you don't make a sound." Hearing her voice, I inexplicably felt a little headache, "In fact, I suspect that someone stole my father's things!"

"Oh? Did your father actually leave you an inheritance?" Obviously Daisy's focus was misplaced, and she was more concerned about what was in the so-called inheritance.

"Of course, if you help me find a red-haired girl in this issue of Gryffindor Freshmen, I'll let you know."

"Ha, this is very interesting. In fact, I really want to know. Okay, leave it to me. Tamira and the others have always been interested in gossip. Believe me, it's not difficult to find that girl."

"Very well, I must know the red-haired girl's name before tonight!"

Before leaving, Daisy made a natural gesture to me, and it turned out that the girls are really capable in this area, and they can be said to be self-taught.

In the evening, I learned the girl's name from Daisy, Ginny Weasley, who came from a poor and downtrodden wizard family, and she was the younger sister of Harry's stupid friend Ron Weasley.

On the way here at night, I wondered a hundred times how my father's diary fell into the hands of a little girl. Although I also know that my father was once very charming, I am not stupid enough to think that Ginny Wei Sly would go crazy enough to hide his diary from a handsome guy he'd never met, especially if that guy was Voldemort.

So, I decided to "visit" Miss Ginny Weasley tonight.

The closing time of the library is generally not too early. This is largely due to the nerds of Ravenclaw. Their spirit of occupying seats until the last minute makes the administrator close even if he wants to Also became unbearable.

"Look, it's that Slytherin prefect."

"Oh, Merlin, it's the first time I've seen him so close, he's much more handsome than I imagined!"

"Hi, may I ask if you know where Miss Ginny Weasley is?"

"I'd love to tell you, Mr. Prefect, look, the girl with the long red hair sitting over there is Ginny."

I looked in the direction she pointed, and it was her: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, but Mr. Prefect, are you really not going to think about other people?"

Obviously, these two talkative Gryffindor girls misunderstood the purpose of my trip, but I didn't intend to waste time explaining it, so I politely smiled back at them and walked towards the girl.

"It's incredible! Slytherin's, and Ginny Weasley?"

"I think Ginny's in luck."

"You're right, Amy, I think so too."

At this time period, there are not many people in the library. Except for some Ravenclaws, most of the students have started to leave in a scattered manner.But that girl is still sitting there, or she is not reading a book, but thinking about something, at least I think so.

"Good evening, Miss Weasley."

"Night... good evening, sir." She was not reading a book as expected, but my greeting brought her back to her thoughts, and she was a little overwhelmed with surprise: "You... what do you want me to do? Well... it seems We don't know each other."

"Miss Weasley is really forgetful, we obviously met each other not long ago."

"For example, that diary." After I finished speaking, I deliberately glanced at her hand, but unfortunately I didn't find my father's diary.

But for some reason, Ginny's face turned red when I finished talking about the diary.

"Thank you...you gave it back to me, really, thank you again. But if you really have nothing to do, then I have to go to rest." She was anxious to escape.

"Tom Riddle—" I said the name before she left, "does Miss Wesley have someone else's name in her diary?"

"That... that is... that is..."

"What is it?"

"My..." She was so nervous that she didn't even dare to look at me.

"Good girl, tell me how you got it." I asked softly in her ear.

She hesitated and hesitated a few times before opening her mouth slowly, "It, it appeared in my tongs, I don't know why, I didn't take it on purpose, in fact, I didn't know if it was a dream, until ……until……."

"Until what?"

She didn't say any more, but just looked at me fixedly, and I felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by her: "Is there something unspeakable about Miss Wesley?"

"Actually...Actually, you should understand, don't you, sir." She was bored for a long time and then said this sentence as if mustering up her courage.

I froze for a moment, obviously I could hear every word she pronounced clearly, but why I couldn't understand her meaning at all after connecting them together.

"Yes! Of course, I know very well. But I still want to hear Miss Weasley tell me personally." Merlin knew what I knew, but I had to lie to her like this.

"I..." She opened her mouth.

I patiently and gently said to her: "You should know that diary is very important to me, although I don't know how you found it, but now I sincerely hope that Miss Wesley can tell you what you know I."

"You...what are you talking about? The diary...it's not...isn't it you?" She looked confused for a moment.

"What? What did Miss Wesley want to say?" I seemed to have grasped some key points.

I stared into her eyes for a long time, until she really didn't intend to say anything, I finally felt a little tired, "Well, if it's really inconvenient for Miss Wesley to say something today, that's okay, wait until Come to me someday when you want to come and tell me the answer."

"By the way, you can call me Randolph. If you really want to come to me, the door of Slytherin will be open for you."

After saying this, I am ready to leave.

"Riddle!" she called suddenly behind her.

I was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and looked at Ginny in astonishment, "What did you just say?"

If I heard correctly, she called Riddle, just now.But not many people know about my stupid surname at Hogwarts, and most people only remember Randolph.

"That dream..." she murmured.

"I... I dreamed of you, just yesterday." Her face turned redder, "It seems like I was dreaming even today."

dream about me?

I'm amazed, how is this possible, I'm sure we're meeting for the first time!

"I made a wish to Merlin to meet you, just today I couldn't believe my eyes, so I ran away, I can't believe that you really came out of that dream."

"Miss Weasley thinks that I've been living in your dream?" I tentatively asked this incredible thought.

"Actually, I always thought that was the case. You comfort me, you help me, you like to hear me tell Harry's stories. It is a very lucky thing to be friends with you, but I will never touch you. It's such a sad thing." She lowered her eyes, which were full of sadness and frustration.

"However, now that you really came out of the dream, I don't know how to describe my mood at the moment, but, I really want to tell you," she stopped, and tried to breathe, with a hot breath The blushing continued: "Riddle, I am really happy to meet you. You are the best person in the world!"

After saying this, Ginny ran away quickly, and left without looking back with the shyness and embarrassment of their girls.

I froze and thought the world must be crazy.Certainly!Unless something is wrong.

At that time, I naively thought that as long as I tried my best to retrieve the diary, everything would be over, but I didn't expect that some things would be irreversible if I made a wrong step. Ginny, the most inconspicuous girl in the Weasley family, would eventually change my life completely that year track and direction.

I mean, if the Chamber of Secrets incident hadn't happened, maybe I would have entered the Ministry of Magic as Dumbledore asked.

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