Harry Potter and the Burnt Badger

No way, who said this was a "battle" that was unequal from beginning to end?

From the very beginning, Moon had a huge information advantage, and he knew an incredible amount about Tom Riddle; looking back at the Tom Riddle in the diary, he could even say he knew nothing about Moon. All he could learn came from two sources - Moon's revelations, and his own inferences.

In addition, as a Horcrux, his instinctive thought of self-rescue will force him to always prefer to believe when he is in doubt.

Of course, this is also because from the perspective of a Horcrux, apart from himself, he has nothing to lose.In other words, even if Moon had ulterior motives, he would not be able to get anything from the Horcrux.

At least that's what the diary itself looks like.

dark magic?It's all spiced up; information about Voldemort?Moon had shown that he knew much more about Voldemort than the diary gave him credit for.

Apart from these two things, Tom Riddle felt that he couldn't give anything else - he couldn't be expecting the young man in front of him to get a copy of "One Hundred Tips for Becoming the Dark Lord" from him, right?

Between doubts and doubts, he could only believe it and finally chose to believe it.

However, choosing to believe does not mean that Tom does not intend to compete for the subsequent initiative and high position.

"Are you going to stay in a stalemate with me like this, or are you going to tell me your purpose of coming honestly?" After a period of silence, Tom Riddle took the lead and said, "Tell me your purpose of coming, or just leave."

"Ha." Moon let out a short and sarcastic laugh, as if he was declaring his victory to Tom Riddle. "Why? Well, since you asked so sincerely..."

"So... how about we trade the future?"

"Exchanging the future?" Tom Riddle frowned. "Speak clearly."

"To put it simply, I give you a future, and you give me a future, and we are mutually beneficial." Moon's eyes showed a trace of undetectable greed, but his expression remained the same as before. Nothing has changed.

This greed obviously could not escape the eyes of Tom Riddle, who had been paying attention to Moon - but he pretended that he had not seen it at all.

He would not be stupid enough to think that a person who could deceive him about Legilimency would not even be able to hide this little trick when he had the upper hand.

There was no doubt that this expression was intentional.

"I said, speak clearly." Tom Riddle frowned and stared at Moon's cheek. "I no longer have the patience to beat around the bush with you."

"Tsk, haven't you thought about it?" Moon's lips curled up. "There is one more thing I haven't lied to you about. That is, I really found the location of the Magic Stone. And the specific content of this transaction is that I I give you the magic stone, and you give me something else."

"Oh? What could be more precious than the Philosopher's Stone that can make people immortal?" Tom Riddle's brows slowly widened, and his words were full of ridicule.

This time, the news of the Philosopher's Stone did not affect his mood.

"I want the ring from the Gaunt family."

Silence swept across once again, and for nearly 2 minutes, Tom Riddle did not speak another word.

Then, he whispered: "What do you want that ring for?"

"Of course I have my uses." Moon kept his mouth tight, refusing to reveal even a single word to Tom Riddle.

But this is equivalent to telling Tom Riddle everything.

Voldemort knew very well that he was the only remaining descendant of the Gaunt family and the only remaining descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and that ring was precisely the symbol of the Gaunt family - that is to say, That was the symbol of Salazar Slytherin's bloodline.

From the first contact to the present, the boy named Moon Fox in front of him has been trying to find some kind of black magic from him.When he didn't know the truth before, he thought it was just that Daniel was too stupid - which was normal. When he was in school, he didn't think his classmates were much better than Daniel.

But now it seems that since this kid has such superb Occlumency, his strength will naturally not be much worse.In other words, he learned new black magic from himself one after another, and it was definitely not because he couldn't learn it, was stupid, or was greedy for powerful black magic.

More likely, he was trying to find something.

Tom Riddle couldn't tell what the kid in front of him was looking for, but if it was related to the Gaunt family's ring, it meant that it was probably related to Salazar Slytherin.

A ring and black magic, what can these two things bring?

Apart from power, Tom Riddle didn't think there was anything else that would make the self-proclaimed "New Dark Lord" in front of him willing to trade the Philosopher's Stone.

At this moment, although he hasn't spoken yet, Tom Riddle is actually ready to accept the deal.

Chapter 82 Tomorrow’s Appointment

What else does he have to lose?

The worst result is that he failed to obtain the Philosopher's Stone, failed to recover his body, and might even have been tricked by this guy named Moon, and he didn't even get the real information about the Philosopher's Stone. Half a point.

But the problem is, he doesn't suffer a loss - because he doesn't know where the ring went.

He was created when Voldemort was in his fifth year, and was the first Horcrux shaped by Voldemort himself.So, the ring?Oh, he even knows very little about what he has done since fifth grade. Ever since he was created, he has been properly placed in a safe place. Not only is he out of reach of others, but his body rarely touches it again. This diary.

You see, the worst thing is to exchange one false news for another false news, that’s all.

But he couldn't agree so quickly, because that would only make the person in front of him suspicious.

Finally, after pondering for a long time, Tom Riddle said softly: "That's not enough. I don't even know whether what you said is true or false. You must first tell me what you want that ring for, and at least take me to take a look. Only with the Philosopher's Stone can I tell you the whereabouts of that ring."

Only by asking for high prices can non-existent trading conditions become real.

"...You don't need to know in detail, just know that I need that ring to open a door." Moon narrowed his eyes. "Now, tell me, are you going to do this deal or not?"

Moon was almost certain of Tom Riddle's answer.Although he didn't know about this Horcrux or the whereabouts of the ring, in his opinion, even if he knew, this diary would never tell him the truth.

The good news is, it wasn't the ring he wanted from the beginning to the end.

However, accidents often happen when things are sure to happen.

"I refuse." Tom Riddle suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and said, "You can get out."

Moon looked at Tom in astonishment, then frowned deeply, showing a suspicious look.

Seeing Moon's expression, Tom Riddle became more determined in his thoughts——

The young man in front of him didn't want a ring.

He really almost agreed to Munn just now, but fortunately, at the last moment, he managed to pull back from the brink.

If this boy really knew him as well as he said, then how could he not think that he might not know where the ring was at all?

And this young man really knows himself very well, so...

Another huge lie.

Moon took a deep breath, and then his face turned completely gloomy. "Why?"

"I don't want to repeat it a third time - you can get out, I don't accept this deal."

Tom Riddle crossed his arms and finally regained his pride in front of Moon, the little wizard who had deceived him for several months.

"Okay, I'll tell you." Moon snorted coldly, "I need your blood."

"doing what?"

"To be precise, what I need is the blood of the descendants of Salazar Slytherin." Moon said coldly: "I have contact with some high-level officials of the Crow Party. They found a secret place where Not only is there the symbol of Salazar Slytherin, but there is also a mechanism that can only be opened with the blood of Slytherin's descendants."

"The Crow Party-" Tom Riddle looked at Moon up and down. "Oh, now I am more determined that you will never become the next Dark Lord. Unlike those who are short-sighted and only hide behind the scenes and shrink. People who are stupid come and go..."

Moon's face was so gloomy that he was about to drip with water. "Stop talking nonsense, are you going to do it or not?"

"Deal." This time, Tom Riddle answered very quickly and decisively, without any hesitation. "As long as you help me get the Sorcerer's Stone, I will give you my blood."

Tom Riddle meant it when he said it.

Secret land?This is very much in line with Salazar Slytherin's style; Philosopher's Stone?As long as the kid in front of him wants his blood, he must really be resurrected. A broken soul has no blood.

As for my own blood - what would happen if I gave it to him?

He can get it, but he may not be able to escape his sight alive.

Tom knew very well that Moon was sure that he would be very weak when he was resurrected, but this kid obviously didn't realize that the man standing in front of him was the greatest wizard in thousands of years, the only one. The true Dark Lord.

"Tomorrow night, I will take you to the location of the Magic Stone. At that time, I will contact you again. But it must not be this way. There is more than one monster guarding there. I don't have time to write in the diary. The time I have left for writing is fleeting, maybe only a few seconds - how can I make you reborn with the help of the Philosopher's Stone by then?"

Tom Riddle pointed at his feet. "The diary is just a vessel, a container that has been cursed to hold my soul. I will tell you a spell that can make me escape from the diary in a short period of time." Ben, when the time comes, as long as the magic stone is nearby, I will naturally be able to use it."

As he spoke, Tom drew out his wand, sketched a line of spells in the air, and taught Moon the reading of the spells and the gesture of waving the wand.

"Okay, it's settled then, see you tomorrow night."

Moon laughed, "It's not easy to get reliable good news from you, but isn't your spell a spell that will give you your body right after you recite it?"

"Compared with the body that can be shaped by the Philosopher's Stone, your mortal body has no appeal to me." Tom snorted coldly. "Now, you can get out."

He held the wand and flicked it in the air. Moon instantly felt a familiar squeezing sensation. When he regained his sight, he was already outside the diary again.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, closed the diary, put it into the buckle bag, and then slowly leaned back on the pillow.

Perfect, very perfect, even more perfect than imagined.

The worst plan he made at the beginning was that he had to bring the diary near the Philosopher's Stone, but now it seems that it is obviously not necessary - if he wanted to, he could probably go directly to the auditorium on the first floor Call Tom out for a heart-to-heart talk.

Yes, this is his real purpose.

The first cover was the Gaunt family's ring, used to make Tom Riddle think he could win; the second cover was the non-existent Salazar Slytherin Secret and the so-called Ravens Party, which cooperated. Used to make Tom Riddle believe everything, believe in the existence of the Philosopher's Stone, and believe that he must help him obtain the Philosopher's Stone.

His only purpose from beginning to end was to make Tom Riddle come out.

This is the only remaining value that can be squeezed out of the diary. Otherwise, he might only be able to use it to write homework.

Chatgpt in the wizarding world?Industry expert certification?

If he wants this thing, it can't be said that it is useless, it can only be said that it has basically no value - he is not Gal, and he has to copy, modify and paste to write an assignment.

Having achieved his wish, Moon squeezed his shoulders with satisfaction and glanced at the time.

It was still early, so even if we went to the auditorium, we probably wouldn't have anything to eat, and everyone else was in class.

It’s a great time, it’s better to use it to get some sleep.

With this idea in mind, Moon patted the pillow twice and made the pillow into the shape he liked. Then he lay down on it, pulled the quilt casually, and began to sleep comfortably.

…………

The news that Professor Lockhart was hospitalized again soon spread like wildfire and reached the ears of every young wizard.And, more importantly, I don’t know who spread the news. In short, almost the whole school already knows one thing:

Lockhart wanted to murder Moon, Hermione, and Harry Potter.

If he just planned to kill Munn, maybe some young wizards would find it understandable; if he just planned to kill Munn and Hermione, maybe some young wizards would find a suitable reason for him.

But this guy plans to murder Harry Potter?

In just one morning, Gilderoy Lockhart became Voldemort's loyal lackey, the most devout, secretive, and despicable Death Eater in the world.

When Moon, who was still a little sleepy, came to the great hall and heard the other little wizards of Hufflepuff talking about this matter, he almost spit out the lunch he had just stuffed into his mouth.

However, this is not the most outrageous thing - the really most outrageous thing is that Gal actually complained.

"What's the matter? You, Harry, and Hermione are all human beings, but I'm not a human being?" Gal, who was gnawing on the mutton chops viciously, muttered without caring about his image, and the corners of his mouth were already covered with chili powder. "Why do you three I was almost murdered, but I don’t even have a name? I was obviously present at the time and experienced the attack of those monsters with you!"

"You're right, you're right. It's their fault. They shouldn't have ignored you. You did a great job that night." Moon patted Gal's shoulder and comforted him sympathetically. By the way, he gave Yaerlin a look.

Having been a roommate and good brother for more than three years, Yaerlin easily received Moon's simple eye signal without any effort. With a flick of his eyes, he had already thought of a perfect solution.

"Tsk, the house elves made really good mushroom soup today. It's much better than the pot that Garr cooked in Hagrid's hut before. It's thicker and more fragrant."

Sure enough, the next moment, Gal immediately transferred all his firepower to Yaerlin. He stood up angrily, grabbed the soup bowl in front of Yaerlin, took a sip into his mouth, and then shouted a deafening roar. :

"You fart!"

Chapter 83 Lockhart’s Journey to Hogwarts

If it were an ordinary person, being trampled by a massive group of Acromantulas and still remaining alive would be considered a blessing from the gods.

But when it comes to Lockhart, this is not good news.

Thanks to the unremitting efforts of Madam Pomfrey and the dual healing of the potion ideas generously provided by Professor Snape, Lockhart, who was originally seriously injured, woke up only the next morning.But his wand was gone, his body couldn't move, and only his two eyeballs could still move.

So, he could only stare at the ceiling blankly, trying to remember what happened to him.

If he remembered correctly, he should have lured those nasty little wizards into the circle surrounded by those damn big spiders in the Forbidden Forest - yes, those terrifying big spiders...

What happened next?

The spiders appeared as promised, surrounded them, and found a chance to run out, lest those spiders eat those annoying little guys later and then turn around and treat themselves as a new meal. .

But... was he discovered by someone?

He had the impression that someone was sneaking up on him. He had just taken a few steps out when a spark fell in front of his feet - and then, when he turned around, he fainted.

Lockhart tried hard to recall what he saw at that moment, but the only thing he could remember was his eyes.A pair of frightening eyes, as if hiding a bottomless pool.

"Uh..." The pain from his leg bones pulled him out of his thoughts. Lockhart swallowed, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.But soon, other bones in his body began to hurt.

God knows what he went through before.

Lockhart blinked angrily and waited for a while until his body felt comfortable again.

The pain gave him a lot of inspiration, and he soon thought that maybe those eyes belonged to the Acromantula - he knew that those monsters definitely had no good intentions, and they were definitely thinking about how to kill him from beginning to end, rather than like As they said on the surface, they wanted to cooperate sincerely with him.