Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 184: Hello, Tom Riddle

Don't look at Wright being able to find Dumbledore effortlessly every time, and talking and laughing with him. But for normal students, Dumbledore is a great existence that they can only hope for.

The current principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He has been awarded the first class medal of Merlin, the president of the International Wizards Federation, and the chief wizard of Wisengamao. He has been nominated by the Minister of Magic for many times and is recognized For the greatest wizard of our time, he has ended the reign of terror of two generations of Super Dark Lords in succession...

No matter which one is taken out, it is enough for others to brag about the achievements of a lifetime, and they are all placed on Dumbledore's head.

So before Dumbledore could speak, Ginny unreservedly stated her experience in the past two months like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

"Principal, here, this diary—" Ginny put the book on Dumbledore's desk and said with a whimper, "I don't know what happened. I feel like I have lost my memory. There were chicken feathers on my robe for a while, but I don’t know how they got it; I don’t remember what I did today, but people say that two cats were killed, and some people wrote that it was terrible However, I found a lot of paint on my clothes..."

"Miss Weasley!" Professor McGonagall couldn't help being surprised.

But Ginny continued to speak as if she hadn’t noticed, her voice became obviously choked, somewhat intermittently: "This diary, I have been writing on it, for more than two months, it Also keep writing to me, writing back words--"

"Miss Weasley!" Professor McGonagall raised her voice, and Ginny finally noticed her words, "Didn't Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley never teach you? Never believe in anything that can be independent Thinking things, unless you can see where it hides your mind! A suspicious thing like this is obviously full of traces of black magic!"

"I don't know!" Ginny cried out a little disintegrated, "I found it in a book my mother gave me! I thought it was just someone caught it there and forgot... "

"Minerva, Miss Weasley should go to the school infirmary immediately." Dumbledore said without a doubt, "This incident today is a bit too exciting for her."

"Be rested in bed, maybe, you should drink another big cup of steaming hot cocoa, I believe it will be of great benefit to you." Dumbledore winked at Ginny kindly." Madam Pomfrey will definitely do this."

Professor McGonagall didn't say any nonsense, and led Ginny out quickly.

Only Dumbledore and Wright were left in the principal's room again, and an extra diary.

Dumbledore's focused gaze glided across the surface of the notebook inch by inch, without missing a link.

"It's amazing." Dumbledore said softly, "It seems that even in his student years, Tom could make such a gifted and terrifying magic item."

"Tom?" Wright asked ignorantly.

Then Dumbledore gave Letterkop the source of the Dark Lord's identity.

"Then this diary, teacher, what do you want to do with it?" Wright continued to ask after listening to the history of the Dark Lord's fortune that he has long been familiar with.

"I don't have a specific idea yet." Dumbledore poked the cover of the diary with his old magic wand.

"Do you want to destroy it directly now?" Wright asked.

"Of course not." Dumbledore shook his head. He also wanted to learn more about Tom through this diary!

"Well," Wright licked his slightly dry lips. He felt that the idea he had just now was the utmost genius, "Well, let us continue to write in the diary."

"We ourselves?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"No, of course not." Wright shook his head.

While speaking, Wright took out the sixteen king chess box from the Mok’s bag, and took out all the eight **** pawns at once: "Let my pawns write, I think they are still Have the ability to write something."

Dumbledore was keenly aware of another meaning in Wright's words.

"Wright, all eight of your chess pieces have a certain sense of self?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, but that doesn't matter." Wright said.

He directly recovered all the eight chess pieces to their normal size, and eight tall puppets wearing black metal armor instantly crowded the principal's room. Although the actual effect may not be like that, but from the naked eye, there is no room for other people in the principal's office at this time.

Wright first made the soldiers number one to eight stand in a vertical line, and then put his gaze on Dumbledore: "Can you? Teacher?"

Dumbledore didn't speak, he just pushed past the diary with a smile.

"Number One, come up!" Wright said excitedly.

Two red lights lit up between the black visor and helmet of Number One and stepped forward.

Wright opened the cover of the diary, revealing the blank paper inside: "Write on it."

Number One took the quill pen that Wright handed over, and then began to write English letters on the first page of the diary: ABC......

The ink gleamed on the paper for a second, then it disappeared without a trace as if it had been sucked in by the paper.

Dumbledore leaned over slightly.

"Forget it, I said, you write." Wright helped his forehead helplessly. Although the pawn's intelligence has been greatly improved from the beginning of his birth, he still needs the most accurate commands to be able to execute completely. .

"The first sentence, my name is, um..." Wright got stuck in an instant, naming has always been one of his insignificant shortcomings~IndoMTL.com~ Wright thought for a while, and directly applied the name of a star : "Keanu Reeves."

The line of text flashed on the paper and was sucked into it, leaving no traces. Then, new text began to appear.

"Hello, Keanu Reeves. My name is Tom Riddle, how did you find my diary?"

Fuck! There are only these two words left in Old Deng's heart, this diary is really Tom himself!

"A girl lost this diary," Wright said, and Soldier No. 1 wrote, "Then I picked it up by accident..."

"..."

"..."

Wright manipulated Soldier No. 1 and the diary to write for a long time, and secretly instructed Soldier No. 1 to inject his stored life energy into the diary.

Don’t you like to absorb the vitality of others? Eight brawny guys let you **** enough!

At this time, Wright is very thankful that he used black evil iron to make pawns, because this metal can continuously draw their vitality from the surrounding animals and plants.

Finally, as the sky gradually brightened outside, a vague figure floated from the diary. It just seems that because all the vitality he draws comes from plants, his hair looks a little green.

"Hello, Keanu..." Before the figure could finish speaking, he noticed his environment.

"Fuck! The principal's office!" As the former chairman of the Boys Student Union, how could Tom be unfamiliar with the principal's office? Even though the decoration here has changed a lot from before, the principals hanging paintings on the wall can't be faked in the slightest.

"Fuck! How could you say fuck?" Wright, whose eyes were a little straight after staying up all night, couldn't help but vomit.