[Comprehensive] Funny than a miracle!

The diary was silent for a long time.

Yunfeng was waiting by the side, and he obviously wanted to write something in the diary but didn't know how to write it. After writing it several times, he erased it and started to write again. In the end, only his sentence was left in the diary.

[Yunfeng? ]

Compared with Yunfeng who can guess that the notebook is Tom Riddle in one hit, the guess in the diary can better reflect his familiarity with Yunfeng - he can guess with only three sentences that Yunfeng can't understand. No matter who he is, it is enough to show his careful and terrifying mind.

Then it immediately added another sentence.

[Sorry, your handwriting looks like a friend of mine. ]

And also very good at life.

Yun Feng felt that this book wasn't Tom Riddle, so he stripped himself naked and ran around Hogwarts naked - he could completely imagine Tom's expression, demeanor and hypocritical smile when he said this!

So Yunfeng continued to write: [Tu Yan is not, she is just an ordinary student>////<]

The diary was silent for another minute.

[...is that you? ]

[Angry? ]

[...I am not angry yet, why are you angry? ]

Yun Feng gave a sinister laugh, and then paste a pumpkin pie on the table on top of the diary.

[......]

Yunfeng found a place that was not covered by pumpkin pie, and wrote: [Does it feel good?Although I don't know if you can feel the smell, but do you have the feeling of being splashed with oil all over your body? ]

[…This is insensible. ] The diary replied, and then added, [I don't feel any of this, so it's useless to want such revenge. ]

I always feel that his tone is too gentle, so gentle that he doesn't look like Tom Riddle.

Yunfeng tilted his head, then closed the diary, squashed the pumpkin pie directly between the two pages with his hands, and then opened it again, only to see a sentence floating on the greasy paper.

[Okay... You won, it's really a disgusting feeling. ]

Yunfeng wanted to laugh, but he didn't know why he couldn't laugh out smoothly - he even sighed unconsciously, then turned to a few pages and wrote the next sentence.

[haven't seen you for a long time. ]

It's been 50 years, long time no see.

This time the diary was also delayed for a long time, and it took about half a minute before the writing appeared: [Long time no see, are you at Hogwarts? ]

Maybe it's because you can't see emotions when you read the text, Yunfeng always feels that Tom's tone is gentle and full of patience-this is really the opposite of Tom Riddle's traits, and Yunfeng has more doubts and anger in his heart that weighs on him With a heavy heart, he almost didn't care about Tom's emotional color, and immediately picked up the pen and unloaded the issue he was most concerned about:

[What happened to Voldemort?Are you that dark wizard? ]

After he wrote this sentence, he unconsciously held his breath, not noticing that the current self is different from everything in the past.

It's obviously nothing to do with me, why are you so nervous?Obviously killing or breaking the law is someone else's business, why should he be so worried?He doesn't have that kind of compassion, he just obeys his own rules, why should he worry so much because of others?

Aren't you a guy who only cares about yourself?

Handwriting began to appear on the diary, and Yunfeng's heart beat violently several times uncontrollably.

[Do you want to see it?I will show you. ]

Yunfeng hesitated for a moment, then asked: [What do you think?Motion pictures? ]

[It’s like going through a pensieve, I’ll take you into my memory, but during this process, you’d better lie flat or find something you can rely on—otherwise you’ll feel like you’re in a coma after you get in Falling to the ground... And, there may be some effects on your body. ]

The diary is very detailed and thoughtful, and Yunfeng almost doubts whether this diary is Tom with eyes above the top, but he immediately wrote in the diary: [No problem, but wait for me to put this Let's talk about the sticky book after washing it. ]

[...So what is your purpose of dirtying the book? ]

[Who knows, because I want to disgust you. ]

[...It's really your style. ]

After Yunfeng finished writing, he took the diary and went to the bathroom to wash it. Since the book won't rot, he no longer stingy with his foaming agent and brushes - and then he got a sentence from his roommate, "snake spirit disease ".

It was already night after Yunfeng dried the notebook again, he took off his shoes and jumped onto his bed, lying on his side and wrote the last sentence of the day in the diary.

[alright. ]

Then the diary began to flip through——finally it was fixed on a page, and that page seemed to have turned into a small TV. Yunfeng tried to reach out and touch the small TV.

Then he felt his body get off the bed, and his head fell directly into such a small TV. There was a swirling light, shadow and color in front of him, and Yunfeng didn't react to anything—he just stood in a room inside.

He was very familiar with this room, with the smell of disinfectant and old wooden boards, it was simple and cramped.

This is Wall Orphanage, Tom Riddle's room.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

A person's voice sounded from the side of his ear, and before Yunfeng could turn his head around, there was a sharp pain on his cheek—bang bang!

He was directly punched on the wall by someone who came here!

Tom Riddle, or 15-year-old Tom Riddle, wearing Hogwarts school uniform, raised his fist in this out of place background, the red in his eyes is almost as scary as burning blood .

"Merlin, how many times have I imagined such a scene—" He walked step by step towards the direction where Yunfeng fell to the ground, and at this moment, the surrounding background began to rotate and change like a kaleidoscope, and finally turned into Slytherin's lounge.

Step by step, his tone is calm and his expression is the same, but his eyes are getting redder, and there is even a hint of madness in it: "Get out of this damn place, get out of this damn place, get out of this damn place, Get out of this damn place... forget everything, cut off limbs, turn into a Muggle, go anywhere."

His voice already has the timbre of an adult in the future, and his face is also quite handsome in the future: "In this prison... he has maintained a ridiculous age of 15-a full 50 years."

Finally, he stood in front of Yunfeng, knelt down and looked at his face: "Where did you go? Ginny told me that a Chinese named Yunfeng came to Slytherin's second year and left without saying goodbye." Yunfeng—then where have you been for the past 50 years?"

It was really painful, and a little dizzy and nauseous.

Yun Feng wiped the blood from his nose, looked up at him expressionlessly: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Count his time... and then control the previous holder to drop this diary?

[Hint: This is an unreal world, everything except the host is set by the owner of this world, the system is invalid here. 】

Tom looked down at him from above, his blood-red eyes filled with red tide.

"50 years," he said unhurriedly, "I have been imprisoned in such a space for 50 years. If it were you, you would spare no effort to get out from here."

Yunfeng stood up, and even smiled, ignoring Tom's default elaborate design: "How did you get in?"

He deserved that punch - rightly it was his compensation for leaving without saying goodbye, and he would have given the opponent such a punch instead, but he also had a considerable amount of expenses that Tom Riddle had to pay.

It's a good calculation.

Tom's face was very serious when he was not smiling, but he sneered when faced with Yunfeng's question of "how did you get in here".

Yunfeng found that the surrounding scene began to rotate again, and finally rotated to a place completely unfamiliar to him—and he stood on the floor of this room, watching 15-year-old Tom Riddle hurriedly grabbing a book and spreading it on the table on, and began to say a spell he didn't understand.

What is he doing?

Before Yunfeng could ask, Tom Riddle's voice sounded again.

"He's making horcruxes—split souls to gain immortality."

Tom stood behind Yunfeng and looked at the boy who was chanting the spell with him, his tone was calm but full of indescribable irony.

"Then—he gained eternal life."

Yunfeng had already seen the image of Tom writhing on the ground convulsed by the black mist, and immediately frowned and wanted to take a step forward, but his hand was immediately held by Tom: " It's useless—it's a memory of the past, and what has happened can't be changed."

Everything in the past was playing cruelly in front of Yunfeng. Yunfeng watched Tom finally get up from the ground covered in sweat, and then picked up the notebook on the table with a pale face—the face was full of helplessness. Contained, full ecstasy.

Then the screen stopped completely, before Yunfeng could react, the screen changed again, and came to the original Slytherin lounge again.

Tom Riddle sat on a comfortable sofa, looked up at Yunfeng who was expressionless: "That's it. Do you have anything to say?"

Yun Feng turned pale and covered his mouth: "It's so disgusting—vomit!"

Tom Riddle: "..."

His scene switching didn't take into account the situation of motion sickness person Yunfeng, although it was very gorgeous, it completely made Yunfeng feel bad.And after he became physically ill like this, his mentality began to gradually deteriorate: "Tom, can I say that you are to blame for all this?"

When Yunfeng said this, he did not hide it, it just showed his contempt: "Even if I don't know anything about magic - no matter what, it is not a wise decision to divide my soul into two parts."

Tom sneered, and the flames in the closet burned even hotter in an instant, and he said every word: "For that mysterious man, there is nothing more sensible than this-if I were him, I would also think this It’s an immortality that couldn’t be better.”

"What about you?"

"..." Tom lowered his head and smiled, and when he raised his eyes again, those eyes were so red that they almost burned like flames.

"I just want to kill him now."

Yunfeng nodded, then smiled.

"I am very glad that we have reached a consensus on the three views?"

"..." Tom pursed his lips and did not answer, "What I need now is to find enough magic power to let me go out-your magic power is really too little."

Yunfeng continued to smile, and for some reason Tom always felt that his smile was full of malice: "What I mean is—we reached a consensus that 'Tom Riddle really deserves a beating'."

Tom frowned, and the surrounding light immediately dimmed: "I'm not a mysterious person."

Yun Feng nodded, stood up, and took a few steps towards Tom: "But you are also the instigator, right? What ridiculous reasons like 'that person is not me' - that Voldemort's ambition and greed, and Hatred and hatred of Muggles - doesn't it all come from you?"

"Aren't you the one who said 'kill all the Muggles one day'?"

"At this moment, what reason do you still have to say 'I'm not a mysterious person'?"

"Do you still want me to comfort you 'you are such a poor little boy, it is so lonely to be locked up in such a place'?"

"Are you still thinking 'I'm so much smarter than him, he's an idiot now that he's out of his mind'?"

Tom trembled heavily, and he looked at Yunfeng's face.

As before, his eyes are as deep as the water in a black lake, and the endless cage for 50 years has drowned him like a lake—he died and came back to life, and after he came back to life, he died again , Struggling in this lake until he has no strength, every minute and every second these painful lakes are poured into his throat, making him shed tears and blood——

A full 50 years.

Whose fault is it?Who killed so many people?Who is greedy for eternal life?And who split his soul into pieces?Or who can't hold back the hand that reached out to the book "Horcrux"?

Tom's lips moved, and countless things flashed through his mind like a movie at this moment - and finally stayed at the very end, the moment when he looked at the fifteen-year-old Voldemort.

That Voldemort's smile, movement, and demeanor were exactly the same as his.

The person he hated for so long was actually himself.

"Tom Riddle, I have to say—"

Yunfeng looked at him, and said in a firm tone that there was no room for mediation: "If you are still so arrogant, you can't see any mistakes in yourself, you think that all non-pure blood should be damned, and push everything to others Even the words of another self... I will find all your 'selves' one by one, beat them up, chop them up and throw them into the lake, and I will do what I say."