Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 214 Tom Riddle’s Diary (Happy New Year to all my book friends!)
"Yes! Yes!"

Playing with the long-lost wand in his hand, Peter Pettigrew was so excited that he wanted to stick out his tongue and lick the hard-won little stick.

It's really not easy to get it.

On the way to escape, Peter Pettigrew was possessed by something that affected his sanity and went so crazy that he killed several Muggles.

Although after the "symptoms" were relieved, this cunning guy immediately thought of an idea: just like he blamed Sirius more than ten years ago, he tried every means to settle the debt he had incurred as far as possible into the already notorious place. on the werewolf's head.

However, the two emotions of worry and fear still torture this rat with a different kind of "courage".

For this reason, he had to be extra careful.

After running to Diagon Alley in London, he did not dare to steal Ollivander's shop in a big way. Instead, he transformed into a mouse and waited for the opportunity.

Every year before the start of Hogwarts, Ollivander will personally receive the newly admitted little wizards, who will choose their first wand accompanied by their elders.

In addition, if adult wizards basically want to repair their own wands, Master Ollivander will only contact them by owl.

Peter Pettigrew turned into a mouse and squatted on the roof of Ollivander's house for several weeks, and finally waited for an owl postman to carry a package from the store.

Yes, this owl is Cobain Yaxley's "Mrs. Thatcher".

He seized the opportunity, jumped from the roof onto the parcel bag, bit open the brown paper and got in.

Originally, Peter Pettigrew planned to kill the owl halfway, took the owl in the package and left quietly.

Unexpectedly, this package was cast with an anti-theft charm - Cobain Yaxley and Mrs. Thatcher were registered by the Ministry of Magic (that's why it wore the anklet with the word MOM). Not only did she let herself His pet was fed official food, and the mail it sent him also had a certain degree of confidentiality and anti-theft measures. Even if Peter Pettigrew got the wand, it took a lot of effort to re-open the wrapping. .

As a result, when he got out of the package and looked around, he was completely stunned.

Peter Pettigrew never imagined that (perhaps it was a big blue bird causing trouble, cross it out), he finally escaped from the dangerous Azkaban prison, and after going around and around, he actually returned to the enemy-filled Hogwarts. Gwartz!

Isn’t this bullying an honest person?

In his rage, he suddenly fell into the same problem that he had somehow contracted before, wanting to get some blood and kill to soothe his nerves.

Of course, anger will only temporarily block a person's reason, rather than making a person directly become an idiot.

No matter how stupid he was, Peter Pettigrew couldn't find a little wizard to eat meat in a fit of rage, especially when the White Devil was in charge of Hogwarts.

So, he turned his attention to the stupid bird above him, because it was this flat-haired beast that brought him all the way here.

Finally, after a "rabbit kicking an eagle" style fight, Peter Pettigrew, who was an Animagus after all, successfully killed an owl in the form of a mouse!

After biting Mrs. Thatcher to death, he was still angry and found a secluded corner, plucked her hair, roasted her, and then gave herself a late night snack.

There was a large raptor in his belly, and the falling intestines also suppressed the anger in his heart. After calming down, Peter Pettigrew realized that he had been foolish in not escaping immediately after arriving at Hogwarts Castle.

It was almost dawn, and because he was worried that the secret passages he knew might be under magical surveillance by Dumbledore (in fact, his guess was correct), so this guy decisively chose to take risks in the castle again. Stay inside for a while, and then look for an opportunity to exit Hogwarts from the gate at night.

It can only be said that in some aspects, rats do have some rat wisdom.

Instead of finding an abandoned classroom or some nook and cranny to hide in, he mustered up the courage to sneak into the Gryffindor common room.

The most dangerous places may sometimes be the safest.

Of course, as bold as he was bold, he still didn't have the guts to run back to the room of his former little master, Ron.

Because there's Bourne there! There's a scary monster head stuffed under the bed! A freak who can kill someone with the cookies he eats!

So, Peter Pettigrew simply turned into a mouse and sneaked into the Gryffindor girls' dormitory.

There are not many girls in Gryffindor, and because the little wizards have to go to class, there is almost no one in the girls' dormitory during the day.

He waited patiently until dawn under a four-poster bed, with his ears and nose working at full capacity, until everyone in the girls' dormitory had left.

At this time, Peter Pettigrew crawled out from under the bed, reversed the Animagus and turned into a human form.

After returning to human form, this was the scene where he just held Cobain Yaxley's wand with a disgusting expression.

"A sneeze, a sneeze, a sneeze..."

I don’t know whether it was because he felt the arrangement of a high-dimensional narrative, or was simply irritated by the strange smells often found in girls’ dormitories (the smell of perfume and various shampoos), but Peter Pettigrew sneezed several times in succession.

"...It seems that I need some tissues." He blew his nose with his hand and rubbed it on his dirty clothes. It was the overalls he stole from a poor Muggle's house. "Let me Let’s see if there is that thing here.”

Because he was sure that no one was there, Peter Pettigrew felt at ease and walked around the girls' dormitory. He was not so perverted as to go through the little girls' personal belongings, but he was really looking for them on the desks in the room. Wear something that can be used as a tissue.

Unlike the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, everyone in the girls' dormitory has a small dedicated desk or dressing table next to their bed.

This not only depends on whether she loves to study, but also whether the girl is a junior or senior.

After searching for a while, Peter Pettigrew finally found a table for first-year students. He could tell from the books scattered randomly on the table.

"What a little guy who doesn't like to study," the guy couldn't help curling his lips as he looked at the hand-drawn drawings of unknown styles on the open books, and then looked at the scores on the several exam papers on the table.

When Peter Pettigrew was in school, his grades were actually the lowest among the four in the small gang called the "Marauders".

But even so, Peter Pettigrew's grades were still above average, and he was ranked among the top ten in his grade in the two subjects of Charms and Transfiguration.

Therefore, he is actually quite accurate in judging people. "It's just you. These books are of no use to you anyway." He casually picked up the small notebook on the desk.

Finally, after some rummaging, he found a diary with a black cover.

Unlike other textbooks that are stained with saliva or have one drawing every day, although this diary looks a little shabby, it is actually not that new. The only thing worthy of praise is that this diary is completely empty, without a single handwriting or ghostly symbols drawn by the little girl when she was bored in class.

"That's right, no serious person can keep a diary."

Peter Pettigrew chuckled, and reached out to tear off a few pieces of paper from the diary to use as his own spare tissues.

However, what he didn't expect was that this old diary might be a little too old. The paper inside was even tougher than cowhide. He even rolled up his sleeves and couldn't tear a page out of it.

"Hey, my temper is getting worse, and your broken diary is also going to mess with me, right?"

Peter Pettigrew was a little angry. He simply took out the wand belonging to Corban Yaxley and pointed it at the Black Diary.

"The flames are blazing!"

Although the wand is not easy to hold, so the flames sprayed out from the wand are similar to the behavior of an eighty-year-old man when he goes to the toilet, but at least the flames do spray out from the wand.

"how come……"

The flames fell on the black diary, and the scattered sparks even set the paint on the desk on fire, but the diary was not ignited at all!

This situation, which was neither scientific nor magical, made Peter Pettigrew fall into deep thought.

There are only two reasons he can think of:

First, the material of this diary is very special. Every piece of paper in it may be made of fire dragon skin.

Second, this diary contains magic, and it may have been cast by a powerful wizard.

But regardless of that possibility, this diary is quite extraordinary.

Therefore, when he wanted to touch the diary again, his outstretched hand was immediately blocked by his brain.

As a fairly knowledgeable wizard, Peter Pettigrew knew the dangers of some magic books. Some books will burn the reader's eyes out; anyone who reads the book "The Wizard's Sonnets" can only speak in limericks for the rest of his life; there is an old wizard in Bath who also has a book, Humanity Once you take a look at it, you can never put it down - you have to bury your face in a book no matter where you go - you can only learn to do everything with one hand for the rest of your life...

"It's really evil, it doesn't look like a serious thing." Peter Pettigrew muttered, carefully circling the desk, wanting to take a good look at the diary from different angles.

And at the moment when he finished his third circle, the diary that had been closed suddenly opened on its own, revealing the empty white paper inside.

"@#￥%...%."

Peter Pettigrew was so frightened that he uttered a series of "F" words and danced around trying to block something.

[Shut up, you idiot! 】

Peter Pettigrew was stunned. He saw a stream of black ink seeping from the inside of the white paper, forming a piece of writing.

"What are you?" Out of a human instinct, Peter Pettigrew asked in surprise.

[I am Tom Riddle. 】

Another line of text appeared on the paper.

Peter's two little mouse-like eyes suddenly widened, and they even looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"Who do you say you are? Are you my lord, lord, lord...master?" He said in disbelief, his voice rising a lot unconsciously.

【Owner? Maybe, if you want to know more, hold out your hand. 】

As if by chance, Peter Pettigrew reached out his palm to the black diary. And just when his hand was a few inches away from it, this weird diary suddenly bounced up from the table, just like a Venus flytrap preying on insects, and suddenly caught the fat one. tiny hand.

It started sucking.

Tom Riddle is Voldemort's name when he was young, and it is also the self-understanding of "free will" in the black diary.

Although it was only the first Horcrux created by Voldemort when he was in school, and he only mastered some of the magical knowledge that the so-called Dark Lord had when he was a student, that knowledge was taboo enough.

For example, because he knew that soul-stealing, Legilimency and Oblivion seemed to be completely different, but actually came from the same precise core of the spell, the new spell was created by Tom Riddle himself. , great memory absorption technique.

Through contact, as long as the person being contacted is not strong-willed enough, that person's memory will be like an unencrypted folder, which can be read and searched by Tom Riddle at will. Afterwards, it can be "traceless" with a very professional level. High browsing skills.

Tsk, tut, tut...

After the memory absorption ended, Peter Pettigrew's body fell to the ground with a "thud", and the soul fragment in Riddle's diary smacked his lips in an extremely anthropomorphic way, seeming to be a little disgusted.

"I will really be a Luther in the future."

Ever since he was young, Tom has been a very arrogant person. Except for Dumbledore, who was intimidated by him, he looked down on everyone else equally, even his future self.

"However, I originally wanted to use the little girl's body to realize the idea of ​​​​reshaping myself. Now that I have the rat sent by me from the future, an adult wizard is always more powerful than a young wizard."

"Hey, hey hey hey." As if he was a self-taught person, Tom Riddle let out the kind of devilish laughter that he would only have in the future, which made people feel chilled all over.

(End of this chapter)