I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 123 Voldemort Wants to Be Loved
Tom could only bite the bullet and reach for the flame, but to his surprise, the burning flame had no temperature.

He calmed down a little, stretched out his hand and took out the small box from the fire.

"Is there something in this box that shouldn't be here?" Dumbledore's tone was serious, which Louis had never seen before.

All along, his impression of Dumbledore was that of a kind and sweet little old man with a sweet tooth.

Tom glanced at him, but said nothing.

"Open it." Dumbledore said gravely.

Tom didn't move.

"Open it!" Dumbledore said a little more emphatically.

Reluctantly Tom opened the lid, and without looking, dumped the things on the bed.

"I need to warn you that Hogwarts will not tolerate any theft, Tom." Dumbledore's voice was cold: "You have to return these things to their owners and apologize to them, remember —and sincerely ask their forgiveness.”

"Got it," Tom replied dryly.

Dumbledore tidied up his clothes, and said seriously: "At Hogwarts, you not only have to learn how to use magic, but also learn how to control magic... The way you used magic in the past, I believe You did it unintentionally, but our school will never teach it in this way, and it will never tolerate it."

"You should know that Hogwarts is a school. Since it is a school, it has the right to expel students. I don't want you to be one of the expelled students."

Dumbledore finally warned Tom, and the last thing Louis saw was Dumbledore getting up and leaving.

Louis breathed a sigh of relief, sat back on the stool and looked at the diary in front of him, a line of small words appeared on it.

"see it?"

"Of course." Lewis wrote back.

"This is the first time I met Dumbledore when I was a child." The diary seemed agitated, and the handwriting began to scribble: "You said I don't understand love, but how have I ever been loved again? A person who has always been When was someone who was guarded against and feared by others loved?"

"How can a person who has never been loved know what love is!" The handwriting in the diary became completely messy, and it was obvious that it had broken its defenses.

Then, a line of capitalized red letters slowly appeared on the diary.

"I DESERVE TO BE LOVED!!!!" (I deserve to be loved)

Louis was silent for a moment, and finally wrote a sentence slowly in the diary.

"Well, aren't we talking about Voldemort?"

The diary was silent for a long time after Louis wrote this passage, and finally wrote two neat words on the page.

"Ha ha……"

Louis could see the embarrassment contained in this "haha", and he could even imagine how dry this "haha" would be when he laughed.

Handsome guy, hello, your vest is off...

"So, you are Voldemort's diary in Secondary Two, right?" Lewis wrote in the diary.

Louis used the word junior.

The diary obviously didn't know what it meant, and didn't hear the teasing meaning in Louis's words, he just replied very simply: "Yes, that's right, I don't pretend, it's a showdown, I am Tom Ma Volo Riddle, who was also Voldemort."

As he spoke, he reversed the order of "Tom Marvolo Riddle (Tom Marvolo Riddle)" in his diary and replaced it with "I am Lord Vordmort (I am Voldemort)".

"I am Voldemort, Voldemort is me," the diary reads: "It's just some little word tricks, I want to get rid of my dirty... low Muggle surname..."

Before the diary was finished, it was interrupted by Louis.

Lewis slapped the diary roughly, wrote "Tom Marvolo Riddle," then reversed the order of the letters to form "Immortal Odd Lover."

"I think you, who made the Horcrux, are more suitable for this title." Louis also drew a ":D" smiley face behind this "weird immortal maniac", which looks cute and cute.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with pursuing eternal life." The words in the diary were full of impatience: "I hope that people will be afraid when they mention my name...Okay, that's all for now, you You can choose to burn me, but what I need to remind you is that since you know the existence of Horcruxes, you should know that Horcruxes cannot be easily destroyed."

Luis was determined both inside and outside the words.

"My wife will fire," Lewis wrote.

"I think we can talk about it." The diary... Or Riddle was cowardly very quickly.

"Have you heard of the Hillieux family?" Louis asked pointedly, his tone sounded very much like 'Have you heard of Xley'.

Riddle quickly replied: "How can this kind of thing make the great Lord Voldemort sad, yes, of course I know, the Hilliacs family is—" At this point, he visibly panicked, scribbling and quickly "Oh no no no no you can't do this to me!"

He seemed to understand what Louis wanted to do to him.

"Relax, it's just a small soul contract. Could it be that you don't understand the benefits of being a part of Voldemort's soul?" Louis calmed Voldemort's emotions: "I don't think you will refuse this good thing... …No way?"

"No, I'm just a small Horcrux, I'm just a soul, I can't—" The diary began to argue: "I can't sign a soul contract with you!"

"It seems that our conversation has collapsed." Louis straightened up and patted the diary. This time he didn't write anything more, but turned to Tom—Tom ​​the cat and said: "Tom, yes, go and get Kathy and Vita Li... oh yes, and Kristaza called here together."

"Don't!" The diary was in a hurry, and he even made a sound.

Tom didn't care what the diary said. He ran like a windmill, and rushed out of the bedroom door like a wild cat.

No one is better at expressing loyalty than Tom.

"I thought you couldn't talk, Mr. Riddle." Louis patted the cover of the diary and said with a smile.

"You didn't ask..." The voice of the diary was filled with grievances.

"But then again, since you don't agree, then I have nothing to say, unfortunately." Louis patted the diary again: "Before the three of them come, it's still too late for you to regret it."

The diary fell silent, he was betting, betting that Louis was actually scaring him—are you kidding, there are fourth graders who will be angry?As smart and wise as he is, he only came into contact with and learned the profound magic of Fiendfire when he was in the fifth grade.

After a while, Tom led Catherine and Vitaly into the house like a dog's leg, flattering him extremely.

Immediately afterwards, Christasa, whose eyes were burning with the fire of life, bowed her head and walked in - it was Louis' telepathy that asked her to add special effects to herself.

"What's the matter, my little deer." Catherine looked at Louis who was leisurely crossing his legs and drinking juice, and asked curiously, "Tom is in such a hurry to come and call me..."

"Oh, I need you to burn something for me, um, using your Dieblaze." Louis picked up the diary.

Catherine stretched out her jade hand, she didn't wear gloves today, her pale jade fingers overlapped and she snapped lightly, a dark green flame burst out from between her fingers.

"No! No! Don't!" The diary made a voice like Ah Wei, full of words that Brother Lu didn't want it.

Louis pressed Catherine's hand and said to her, "Just wait for a while."

Then, he looked at the diary again: "There are two roads before you now, and I will give you a chance to choose."

"The first thing is to obediently sign a Horcrux contract with me, and this matter will be over."

"This is the second... I think Fiendfire is actually quite good, at least you won't feel cold when you leave, what do you think, Mr. Voldemort?"

The diary fell silent.

"Be obedient, after signing the contract with me, I will have a lot of benefits here." Louis's words were persuasive.

After thinking about it in the diary, he also understands that the current situation is stronger than others, but it is not completely impossible-at least Louis is too young and not strong enough, and the soul contract may not necessarily restrain him, nor may it take effect.

Thinking of this, he boldly said, "Okay, I promise you."

Louis clapped his hands: "Okay, Mr. Voldemort is really quick to talk, so please be patient."

He stretched out his hand, pressed it on the diary, and started to cast the trapping spell.

"Damn...you, what did you do to me!" The notebook suddenly started to shout in horror, the voice became weaker and weaker, and finally, a phantom bounced from the notebook, it was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old Slytherin boy.

It's really handsome, but there is still a little distance in the photo of Louis.

It was 16-year-old Tom Riddle.

Under Vitaly's guidance, a small ball of light flew out from Riddle's body. After Louis reached out and touched it, he hit the eye of recognition.

"Tom Riddle's good soul, branded, of: Louis Mountbatten."

Louis seems to have realized something, could it be... Voldemort separated the good and beautiful part of himself when he separated his soul, which made him look like a psychopath?
What Sylvanas...

He stuffed the ball of light back into Riddle's body and lifted the trapping spell.

Riddle looked at Louis blankly, as if a little resigned to his fate, and seemed to have resigned to his fate.

He felt that his own strength had returned, but... isn't it a little late to come back now?

Forget it, forget it, lie flat.

"I know that you are part of Voldemort's good thoughts." Louis waved his hand and asked Christassa to send him a little soul power to nourish his remnant soul: "However, don't be too depressed, After all...after recognizing me as Lord, you can now exist completely free from Voldemort."

"Behave well, Riddle." Louis thought for a while, then said with a smile: "Forget it, you will no longer be Tom Riddle in the future, let me give you a new name... well, let me give you a code name , called cubes."

"This name..." Riddle was obviously stunned.

How about playing poker here?

But he still bowed his head and replied: "Yes."

"Okay, let me introduce you." Louis pointed to the square in front of him, which was Riddle, and said, "This is the famous village-level terrorist who disrupted the entire British wizarding world—Voldemort."

"Oh." There was no reaction on Catherine's face, and the same was true for Vitaly.

Isn't it just Voldemort, what's the big deal...

"Who are you talking about? Voldemort???" Their voices raised an octave at the same time.

"Hush." ​​Louis quickly stopped the voices of the two, it would not be fun to attract outsiders.

He whispered, "Nothing to make a fuss about, it's just a small shrimp."

Redefine "little shrimp".

"Quankuan, come and say hello." Louis waved.

"I've met the two mistresses." Riddle understood the situation very well, and bowed extremely politely.

"I need to remind you that the one who can fire is my girlfriend, and the one with short hair... is my secretary." Louis explained with a sore face.

"I understand, I understand." Riddle chuckled: "Isn't it the same as Bellatrix? I understand, my lord."

Louis's brain was buzzing, and now he couldn't explain it clearly.

But Catherine doesn't care about this trivial matter of addressing. Anyway, the deer can't run away if it is tied to him, but it should be beaten. A dark green flame appeared in her hand. She knows the situation better than people Cube Riddle changed his words instantly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this... Mistress, and Miss Hilliex." Fang Cui changed the address very considerately.

"Hmph." Catherine snorted coldly, and withdrew the fierce fire that had condensed into a ferocious snake head.

Riddle wiped off the cold sweat that shouldn't have appeared on his soul body, thinking why the students nowadays are so fierce, when Lao Tzu's body was in his thirties, Fiendfire might not even have this level...

Of course, Catherine's talent is one of them, and the main reason is also due to Louis's "leaf" staff and special training in the mirror world.

After all, it was a small matter, and Catherine even got a necklace called "Elech's Eye" in the mirror world.

Well, adding one attribute to all skills makes the already perfect skills even more arrogant.

"Can you condense an entity?" Louis asked.

Riddle shook his head: "No, the soul power is not enough now, and it is impossible to condense the entity... But if this powerful lady is willing to help, it should still be possible."

He was referring to Kristaza.

Louis nodded to show that he understood, and began to draw cakes for Riddle: "Everything should be viewed on the bright side. At least you are now an independent consciousness, and you no longer need to worry about being absorbed by the main body every day, right..."

(End of this chapter)