Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Ivan stared at the Horcrux diary for a while, a thousand thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally asked a question pretending to be curious.

"Does this look like a book? Or notes? Is it useful?"

"I don't know, I only know that this is indeed a black magic item. If you want it, I can sell it to you at a low price." Lucius said vaguely.

Ivan curled his lips, feeling that Old Malfoy was too careless about him, the little wizard, so he made up a reason.

Even if this is someone's study notes, it is better to be able to answer the questions automatically than to be so dry, so that he can't answer even if he wants to answer.

However, what Ivan didn't know was that Lucius did not know how the Horcrux diary should be used.

After all, this is something that the Dark Lord personally handed over to him to keep him, maybe there is something terrifying in it.

So after Lucius got his hand, he placed it in a secret place and never touched it again.

It was not until this year that the people from the Ministry of Magic wanted to thoroughly investigate the problem of the proliferation of black magic items, and then they took this thing out and prepared to find a place to deal with it, so as not to be detected by the people from the Ministry, thinking that he and the defeated Dark Lord had something to do with him. What link.

"Do you want or not?" Lucius said impatiently when Ivan looked at him with a strange expression.

"Since there is no way to confirm the function of this thing, then it may be the most ordinary diary book, so how about a copper nat?" Ivan calmed down, pondered for a long time, from his arms. He took a copper Nat and put it on the table.

Lucius was smirked, a copper nut?

Even if you buy a Muggle book for more than this price, this is a dark magic item!

"The Ministry of Magic is investigating dark magic items, Mr. Malfoy, I'm helping you deal with the trouble..."

Ivan pretended to be a snobbery businessman, looking at the timing to suppress the price, but because of his young age, the proposed price was naive and ridiculous, completely ruining the atmosphere of the negotiation.

But with such performance, Lucius made a decision.

"Okay! Then a copper nat!" Lucius looked at Ivan deeply, put down the diary, picked up the copper nat on the table, held the snake-shaped cane, and turned away. .

After going out, Lucius threw Tong Nath casually and threw it into the grass. This was definitely the stupidest deal he had ever made in his life.

A copper nat sold a black magic item...

However, thinking of the little wizard who was mature on the surface but childish in heart just now, Lucius's face wore a gloomy smile.

This is what the other party wants to buy. If something happens, you can't blame him...

After Lucius walked away, Ivan also put away his disguise, and lightly waved his magic wand.

"Copper Nath is flying here!"

A billowing coin with a little patina flew out of the grass not far away, and fell straight into Ivan's hands.

Lucius didn't conceal too much about the action of throwing out the copper nut. It was just an expression of his disdain, and Ivan did not have the habit of dismissing a copper nut.

No matter how small it is, it is money!

"It seems that you are not worth any money in Mr. Malfoy's heart." Ivan put the copper coin on the table and turned it around, sighing.

Ivan was also hesitating in his heart, what kind of attitude should he use to touch this Horcrux diary.

Huairou?

Dear Mr. Tom Marvolo Riddle, I am your younger brother who has passed more than fifty years. Have you ever done anything to destroy the book collection in school?

Or use a more direct method?

Ivan thinks that he might be able to ask Aysia for a black magic item that can release fierce fire to threaten the Horcrux...

Do you see this fierce fire? If you dare not tell the truth, you are dead!

Ivan hesitated for a long time, and threw these two extreme thoughts aside, and after the occlusion of the brain was operated, his left hand lightly touched the black cover.

Magic Item: Tom Marvolo Riddle's Diary (horcrux)

Magic: strong

Explanation: This was originally a diary book used to record some information during Voldemort's youth, but after accidentally acquiring a profound knowledge of Horcrux from the forbidden book zone, Voldemort used a killing ceremony to divide the soul and integrate it into the diary. Produced the first Horcrux.

After picking it up, Ivan did not feel the feeling of thinking being invaded, but he did not relax his vigilance. Instead, he looked up and down, trying to find something special in this diary, such as some magic engraved on it. Text or something.

It's a pity that Ivan didn't find anything, which shows that the production principle of Horcrux is different from what he expected. It is not the magic text that drives the core, but it is more likely that part of the remnant soul.

Thinking of this, Ivan cautiously opened the diary, the Occupational Cerebral technique was almost turned to the extreme, and the first page was written in blurry ink-T.m. Riddle.

Ding, after a certain amount of practice, your Occlumency Proficiency has improved...

Ivan looked at him, and finally came.

Tom Riddle's ability to contemplate is something he expected, but looking at the system's prompt sound, the level is not too high, Ivan thinks it should be similar to his Occlumency level.

The level of both sides is half a catty,

And unlike when facing Dumbledore, the prompts that came up were all that after a period of hard practice, the proficiency of Occlumency was greatly improved.

In this case, even if he does not consume academic points to purchase an experience card, he can still do a good job in front of the Horcrux diary, and he can also brush his Occlumency proficiency by the way.

Ivan grabbed the quill pen placed aside and dipped it with ink. When he was hesitating about the attitude to communicate, the ink from the nib was suddenly sucked in.

Hello, this is Tom Riddle...

Suddenly a sentence appeared in the empty diary, UU read www.uukanshu. The faint ink marks of com spontaneously linked together, and after displaying for a few seconds, they disappeared without a trace.

Ivan's mind moved a little, and he asked a bunch of questions.

Hello, you said your name is Tom Riddle? How old are you this year? Why can you talk to me? How was it made again? Are there any special abilities?

After Ivan finished writing, he waited quietly, preparing to read how his identity would be fabricated after reading the diary, so that Ivan could decide what kind of attitude he would take to obtain information.

A series of questions smashed Tom Riddle for a while. After a long while, the handwriting left by Ivan in the diary was shuffled and reorganized, and then it became a few lines of handwriting.

I'm just a diary. The person who made me is called Tom Riddle, and he kept some of his memories, so I can communicate with you...

It’s nothing new. Ivan curled his lips. After so long, you think of such a clichéd identity...

He thought that Tom Riddle would pretend to be a peerless wizard and make a plot with the grandfather to fool him...