HP When Harry is a Genius

At this time, another line appeared in the diary:

【I will take you to see】

Hermione clasped her hands together and looked at Harry pleadingly.

"Then ask him if he can take me too," said Harry grimly.

Hermione quickly wrote on the notebook with a quill: "My friend, Harry Potter, wants to go and see it together."

Riddle was quick to reply:

[Of course, let Harry stand beside you and hold your hand]

Draco looked at them nervously: "This is too hasty, this diary looks like a dark magic item!"

Harry patted Draco on the shoulder reassuringly: "It's okay, if anything goes wrong, go to Sev, and ask him to go to Dumbledore with the diary."

Draco nodded, and Harry took Hermione's hand.

"Okay," Hermione wrote.

The diary seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, the pages flipped over and stopped at a certain page in mid-June.

Hermione was stunned to see that the little cube of June thirteenth seemed to have turned into a miniature TV screen, and before she knew what was happening, she and Harry were falling forward.

The window was getting bigger, and she felt herself and Harry's bodies leave the chair and fall headfirst into the gap in the page, into a swirling whirl of color and light.

She felt her feet hit solid ground.She stood still trembling, and the blurry scene around her suddenly became clear.

"Where is this, Harry?" Hermione hugged Harry's arm nervously.

Harry patted her furry head and reassured: "We are in Tom Riddle's memory."

He knew immediately where he was.This round room with sleeping portraits on the wall is Dumbledore's headmaster's office, but it is not Dumbledore sitting behind the desk at the moment, but a wizened wizard with a weak, bald head There are only a few strands of white hair on her head, and she is reading a letter by candlelight.

Harry had never seen this man before.

"Sorry," said Hermione, her voice trembling, "we didn't mean to break in."

But the wizard didn't even look up.He continued to read the letter, frowning slightly.

"Don't worry, Hermione, everything here is just a memory and doesn't really exist. He can't see us. This should be the principal's office, and Dumbledore is working here now." Harry explained to the panicked Hermione.

The thin wizard sighed, folded the letter, stood up, walked past Harry and Hermione, and went straight to draw the curtains.

The sky outside the window is full of red clouds; it seems that it is sunset time.The wizard returned to the table, sat down, twiddled his thumbs absently, and looked at the door.

Harry looked around the office.No Phoenix Fox, and no buzzing silver bauble.

This was the Hogwarts as Riddle knew it, not as he knew it.

There was a knock on the door of the office.

"Come in," said the old wizard in a feeble voice.A boy of about sixteen came in and took off his pointed hat.A prefect's silver badge gleamed on his chest.

He was much taller than Harry, but also had shiny black hair.

"Ah, Riddle," said the headmaster.

"You want to see me? Professor Dippet," said Riddle, looking nervous.

Harry recognized the familiar tension right away, the kind he had deliberately feigned every time he faced Dumbledore, and Riddle was faking it too.

"Sit down," said Dippet, "I've been reading that letter you sent me."

"Oh," Riddle said.He sat down and clasped his hands tightly together.

Harry looked very awkward, he felt that Voldemort was very similar to himself when he was young.

"Hermione is right, this is indeed another me." Harry thought silently.

"My dear child," said Dippet kindly, "I cannot keep you at school for the summer. Surely you would like to go home for the holidays?"

"No," Riddle said immediately, "I'd rather stay at Hogwarts than go back to that, that—"

"You lived in a Muggle orphanage during the holidays, didn't you?" Dippet asked curiously.

"Yes, sir," said Riddle, blushing slightly.

"Are you Muggleborn?"

"Mixed-breed, sir," said Riddle, "muggle father and witch mother."

"Your parents both—"

"My mother died just after I was born, sir. They said to me in the orphanage that she only had time to name me: Tom, after my father."

Dippet clicked his tongue sympathetically. "The thing is, Tom," he said with a sigh, "that we would have liked to make some special arrangements for you, but in the present circumstances--"

"Are you referring to all these attacks, sir?" Riddle asked.

Harry's heartbeat quickened immediately, and Hermione clutched his arm tightly with both hands, and they all moved closer, for fear of missing a word.

"Exactly," said the Headmaster. "My dear boy, you must see how foolish I would be if I allowed you to stay in the castle after term. Especially after the latest tragedy, the poor The little girl died. You'd be much safer in an orphanage. To tell you the truth, the Ministry of Magic is even talking about closing the school. We don't have the slightest idea yet of the -- oh -- the source of all these unfortunate events My mind."

Riddle's eyes widened.

"Sir, if that man is caught, if everything stops..."

"What do you mean?" Dippet said, his voice harsh, rising from his chair. "Riddle, do you mean you know something about these attacks?"

"No, sir." Riddle said quickly.

"Riddle must be lying," Hermione whispered to Harry.

Dippet sat back down, looking slightly disappointed.

"You can go, Tom."

Riddle slid from his chair and trudged out of the room.

Harry and Hermione followed.

They descended the spiral staircase and emerged by the gargoyle in the darkened hallway.

Riddle stopped, and so did Harry and Hermione, watching him.

They could see that Riddle was thinking seriously.

I saw him biting his lip and wrinkling his forehead.Then, seemingly making up his mind suddenly, he hurried off, Harry and Hermione following silently.

They saw no one along the way, and at last they came to the foyer, where a tall wizard with long flowing auburn hair and beard greeted Riddle from the marble staircase. "What are you doing, Tom, wandering around so late?"

Hermione and Harry stared at the wizard dumbfounded.

He is none other than Dumbledore who is 50 years younger.

"I didn't expect Dumbledore's ass to be so upturned 50 years ago." Hermione murmured.

Harry looked at Hermione like a pervert: "What did you say?!"

"Uh, I mean, I didn't expect Dumbledore to be so young 50 years ago." Hermione said sheepishly.

However, Harry always felt that Hermione was thinking about something ulterior and nasty. He squeezed Hermione's hand impatiently and said, "Of course everyone was young, and Dumbledore was no exception. We still pay attention to Riddle. Bar!"

"I was going to see the Headmaster just now, sir," Riddle said to Dumbledore.

"Okay, go to bed," said Dumbledore, gazing at Riddle with that penetrating gaze Harry knew so well.

Harry bet Dumbledore was definitely using Legilimency, but he didn't know if Riddle had learned Occlumency at this point.

"It's best not to hang out in the corridors these days. Now that-" Dumbledore sighed heavily, said good night to Riddle, and strode away.

Riddle watched him out of sight, then stepped quickly down the stone steps leading to the dungeon, Harry and Hermione in hot pursuit.

For about 5 minutes, they kept following that pace.Finally, Riddle stopped suddenly, tilted his head, and listened to the voice that had just appeared.

Harry heard a door creak open, and someone whispered in a hoarse voice.

"Come here, come out, come up here. Come here, come into the box." The man's voice seemed a little familiar.

With a sudden jump, Riddle turned the corner.

Harry and Hermione jumped out after him.

He could see the dark figure of a large boy crouching in front of an open door beside which stood a large trunk.

"Good evening, Ruburt," said Riddle sternly.

"It's Hagrid! School Hagrid!" screamed Hermione.

The boy slammed the door shut and stood up. "What are you doing here, Tom?"

Riddle took a few steps closer.

"It's time to end," he said. "I'm going to have to denounce you, Ruburt. They're talking about closing Hogwarts if the attacks don't stop. I know you didn't mean to kill people. But monsters can Not an ideal pet. I guess you just let it out and move around and-"

"It definitely didn't kill people!" said Hagrid, taking a few steps back and leaning his body against the closed door.

Harry could hear a strange rustling and rattling sound behind him.

"Come on, Rubeus," said Riddle, moving closer, "that dead girl's parents are coming here tomorrow. Hogwarts can at least make sure that the guy who killed their daughter is killed." die."

"Not it!" roared the boy, his voice echoing in the dim passage. "It won't! Never!"

"Get out of the way," said Riddle, drawing his wand.

His spell illuminated the hallway with a sudden flash of fire.

The door behind the big boy slammed open, sending him slamming against the opposite wall with such force.

Something came out of the door, causing Hermione to let out a long, piercing scream.But no one seemed to hear it except Harry.

A huge, shaggy, low figure, with clumps of black legs, many shining eyes, a pair of knife-sharp pincers.

Riddle raised his wand again, but it was too late—the monster fled, knocking him to the ground, and darted down the corridor, disappearing.

Riddle stumbled to his feet, watched its back, and raised his wand, but the big boy jumped at him, grabbed the wand, and knocked him over again, yelling, "No—!"

Then, the world spun and it was pitch black.Feeling himself falling, Harry sat back in his chair in the Response Room with a final thud.

Hermione was still clutching his hand, pale, with Tom Riddle's diary lying on her lap.

"Harry, what's going on? Why did Riddle say—" Hermione shook Harry's arm, her face pale.

Harry interrupted her with a hand gesture: "Tell Ron and Draco what you see first, Hermione."