Capítulo 13: Chapter 13: Manipulating the little witch
It didn't take Ginny five minutes to get back to the Gryffindor common room.
The resting rooms of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are both on the tower, just not on the same side, and the tower is connected to the eighth floor of the castle.
The Hogwarts School has a total of five towers.
The tallest central tower is used for astronomy classrooms, and the remaining four towers are located in the four different directions- southeast, northwest, and northwest. The north tower is the divination classroom and the west tower is the owl shed.
The southeastern sides are used as the common room and dormitories for Gryffindor and Ravenclaw respectively.
Several students were a little surprised when Ginny slipped under the Fat Lady's statue.
"Ginny, didn't you go to solitary confinement with Ron and the others?" Percy frowned. He wasn't in a good mood because everyone in the Weasley family was in detention except his sister.
In fact, the entire Gryffindor team was not spared.
"Yes, but Professor Flitwick thinks that my spell-casting is very good. He thinks that I should not waste my time in confinement." Ginny said immediately.
Ginny had never lied to him so Percy immediately believed her and listening to her being praised by her Professor made Percy very happy.
"Well done, Ginny! let me just say, that being a good student never goes wrong! You see, Hermione was not punished this time. If we have to protect our Weasley family, I think it depends on you and me! Now, if if you'll excuse me." Percy said as he walked out.
"It's so late, where are you going?"
"A little thing..." Percy explained vaguely.
Ginny didn't ask any more questions. She was now in a hurry to find "Mr. Riddle".
Quickly returning to her dormitory, Ginny used a magic spell to unlock the drawer and spread the black-covered diary on the table.
The ink-stained quill paused over the diary for a long time.
'Fuu~' Finally, Ginny took a deep breath and slowly started writing.
"Mr. Riddle, I have something to ask you..."
After finishing one sentence, Ginny quickly wrote the next sentence without waiting for the diary to respond. When she first started writing, she thought it was so difficult to ask this question, but now she seemed to be unable to stop and wrote to the bottom in one breath.
"I lost one day's memory - I clearly remembered that it was Thursday when I went to bed, but when I woke up the next day, the day had turned into Saturday."
"My classmates all said that I took leave on Friday, but in fact, I don't remember doing that at all— what do you think is wrong with me?"
She expressed it very tactfully, trying not to sound like she was suspicious of "Mr. Riddle", but in fact, maybe this was also a little bit of Ginny's inner expectation. She didn't want it to have anything to do with "Mr. Riddle."
At least, there is no clear evidence yet.
Then, she nervously watched the ink disappear on the yellowed paper. She felt as if there was a little person holding a huge hammer in her chest and pounding hard, making her breathless.
'Could it be you, Mr. Riddle? ' She thought with a slight hesitation.
——
"Am I discovered?"
In the memory space, Cyrus looked at the large sentence that appeared in front of him and began to think about how to answer.
Cyrus is not able to see her expressions, he can only speculate from her words.
"Looking at her sentence, she seems not sure if I did it or not."
'Do you want to trust her words?' He asked himself.
"Umm.. How about giving her another reason?" He thought out loud.
Judging from the current situation, Ginny Weasley still believes in him. If he said he didn't know about the matter, or blamed it on other reasons, she would be willing to believe it.
But Cyrus thought about it and decided to tell Ginny the truth——
Sometimes telling the truth is a better form of deception than lying.
"You found out.... I originally planned to keep it a secret. I'm sorry Ginny..." Cyrus tried to make his sentence's tone sound more sincere and blamed himself, "In fact, I controlled your body, as expected of such an evil magic prop, right?... This diary... you'd better destroy it."
"I..It's really you..." Ginny said in disbelief.
Although she had already guessed before, but when Cyrus told the truth personally, Ginny still didn't want to believe it.
"But.. why?" Ginny asked urgently. However, it was not so much that she needed an explanation, but rather that- she now very much needed to find an excuse for "Mr. Riddle" to prove that- "Mr. Riddle" was not dangerous.
"What's with this response, Ginny?"
Cyrus immediately pretended to be serious, "Ginny, listen, no matter what the reason is, my behavior is unforgivable. A magic item actually controlled the body of a wizard. If this happened with my own body, I would definitely eliminate the item as soon as possible!"
"You should do the same. Destroy me Ginny, it's just a diary."
The use of 'me' in his text had a deeper effect on the little girl.
"No!" Ginny wrote forcefully, "I don't think you are an evil tool - I mean, I think... if you are really evil, then why didn't you do anything? Helping me finish writing Weekend homework is hardly an evil move. You have your reasons... some secrets you can't tell, right?"
Seeing that Cyrus hadn't said anything, Ginny took the initiative to help find an excuse,
Cyrus couldn't help but sigh, children are indeed easily deceived. In other words, people are always willing to believe what they want to believe.
This time, he deliberately remained silent for a long time before answering.
"You're right -" There was magic in his words, which made Ginny feel sad and depressed, "I should have told you, I am just a little memory left by Tom Riddle in the diary. "
"Um." Ginny nodded waiting for the next text to appear.
"Ginny, have you ever wondered where the real Tom Riddle is now?"
"The real Tom Riddle..." Ginny muttered this sentence.
In fact, she already had a guess in her heart. In the medal display room, it was fifty years ago that Tom Riddle won the medal.
"Could it be that, Mr. Riddle, you have already..."
"Yes, I have actually been dead for many years." Cyrus began to impress Ginny with his "tragic" past.
The little lions of Gryffindor are always more emotional than rational. "My death is actually related to a mysterious man... He was very rampant in that era."
"So, you were killed by a mysterious man?" Ginny asked back, but it was obvious that she was convinced of this answer.
"It's all in the past -" Cyrus didn't answer, for a while,
Then he said, "I was made into a diary when I was a student. After so many years, I really miss this world too much. It's my long-cherished wish to breathe fresh air again while still alive."
"M.. Mr. Riddle..." Ginny burst into tears. Although she thought that "Mr. Riddle" might be dead, she didn't expect that he was murdered by a mysterious man when he was a student.
This was a really pitiful story.
She did not notice the contradiction in what Cyrus said at this time. During the summer vacation, Cyrus even said that he had graduated from school.
"No matter what, my behavior cannot be forgiven." Cyrus scolded himself in his texts, making Ginny even more sad.
How can Ginny, who is only in first grade, identify his manipulating words? After listening to Cyrus' words, a little girl like her has no hope.
"Ginny, destroy me or hand me over to a professor at school. But...." He paused for a second, "But before that, I want to see you... thank you for talking to me during this time... after being trapped in a diary for decades, Haah, It is indeed a painful and torturous thing....."
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"Ginny, destroy me or hand me over to a professor at school. But...." He paused for a second,
"But before that, I want to see you... thank you for talking to me during this time... after being trapped in a diary for decades, Haah, It is indeed a painful and torturous thing."
*sob**sob* She was sobbing but then looked at the text.
Meet Mr. Riddle?
Ginny froze.
A voice in her subconscious told her: Never do this, trusting a magic item is stupid and dangerous!
But she is emotional at the moment and her curiosity is piqued like a cat's.
What kind of person would the real Mr. Riddle be?
I have never really understood Mr. Riddle, but now, there is such an opportunity before me.....
——
"*sob*, w...what should I do...?" Ginny's inner desire overwhelmed all her vigilance. Of course, this was also related to the fact that Cyrus had made this little girl trust him very much from the first day. Little did she think that "Mr. Riddle" could possibly harm her.
"Ok, I... also want to see you..."
Seeing that Ginny agreed, Cyrus was very happy.
If Tom Riddle himself has anything worthy of praise besides his magical talent, is that he is the only one who was designated by J.K. Rowling as the most handsome-looking guy in the whole book.
Before Tom Riddle transformed himself with black magic, he used it to deceive many women. To this day, the spirit of one of Hogwarts' victims still floats in Ravenclaw's tower!
She was obviously the most intelligent descendant of Ravenclaw among the Big Four but turned out to be a stupid love brain.
"You just need to bury your face in the book, and I will bring you into my memory."
As soon as those texts appeared, the diary seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and the pages flipped through, stopping at a certain page.
Ginny gaped at the pages of the diary, which seemed to transform into a miniature television screen. Her hands were trembling slightly, and she raised the book and put her eyes on the small window. Before she could react, her body fell forward; the window was getting bigger, and Ginny felt that her body was leaving.
.....
The chair fell headfirst into the gap in the page, into a swirling swirl of colors, light, and shadow.
This is a gray space, and the silver mist flowing around it is like flowing morning mist, which looks both light and heavy.
She looked around nervously, looking for anyone who might be her "Mr. Riddle".
Cyrus was not playing hide-and-seek with her.
He was standing not far away, holding the phantom of a wand that belonged to no one in his hand, tilting his head and looking at her with a chuckle.
"Mr. Riddle?"
Ginny called to him tentatively.
"Hello, Ginny." Cyrus's reply immediately turned her inner nervousness into excitement.
She trotted up to Cyrus and looked at him in surprise. I'm afraid this little girl has never thought that this "Mr. Riddle" who has been communicating with her is so handsome.
"A..Are you really Mr. Riddle...?" She looked at him in dae.
"To be precise, this is just his memory," Cyrus said cleverly, trying to make sure that what he said was not a lie, but it was no different from a lie.
"I guess you must be very surprised now. I'm afraid you would have never thought that I was a Slytherin student, right?"
He pointed to the robe he was wearing.
"I really never thought about it! Mr. Riddle, after all, you always encourage me to violate school rules." Ginny muttered. It seemed that she didn't think much of Slytherin.
From the moment she came in, she never took her eyes off of Cyrus's face.
"What's wrong?"
"I think you look a bit like Harry, Mr. Riddle," Ginny said hesitantly, then quickly added, "O-Of course, just a little."
"This kind of coincidence is not impossible." Sellers said with a smile.
Of course, he knew why. In fact, the blood relationship between Riddle and Harry can be traced back to the time of the three Death brothers.
"Compared to this, Ginny, you are cuter than I thought," Cyrus said without hesitation.
Ginny was immediately speechless with embarrassment and quickly looked away.
It was not easy for Cyrus to deal with an eleven-year-old girl.
"Has Mr. Riddle been staying in a place like this for the past fifty years?" When Ginny set her sights on this "space", she immediately showed a sad expression.
There is nothing here, it is pitch black, like an empty and bleak dark forest in winter.
The silver mist was so cold that it was suffocating just to look at it. She couldn't imagine how a person could spend fifty years here. If it were her, she probably wouldn't be able to stay for even a day.
Poor Mr. Riddle...
He just wanted to see the real world, what was so wrong with that?
He even took the time to help me with my homework!
Ginny wanted to hug Mr. Riddle now, but when she stretched out her hand towards Cyrus, the young hand passed through Cyrus's body.
"Ahaha... its useless Ginny, I'm just a memory," Cyrus said.
"I can only see and hear. But I can't feel or touch— well, I could— after I controlled you despicably. That day, I felt really alive! The blue sky, wind, and warm sun shone on my body. It was incredible to be alive, what do you think? Of course, I didn't forget to go to the cafeteria and have a delicious meal."
The look of growing satisfaction on his face made Ginny even more uncomfortable and she almost cried.
"M...Mr. Riddle.."
"Okay!" At this time, Cyrus' tone suddenly became stern, "That's it, Ginny!"
This voice scared Ginny away, making her tremble for a moment. Then, Cyrus said softly: "It's time for you to go back..."
"But..."
"Just go quickly. It's not a good thing to stay for a long time with a dead thing like me, not even a revenant. After you go back, destroy the diary. If your magic power is not powerful enough, then hand it over to the others. It's time for us to say goodbye.... It was nice to meet you, Ginny."
Cyrus said goodbye in disguise, and his figure slowly became transparent and illusory, disappearing into the silver memory.
"No!!" Ginny bit her lip, tears forming in a straight line, her head shaking wildly.
"Be obedient, Ginny. Perhaps destruction is the final destination of a memory like mine."
"No!" Ginny shook her head decisively, "Mr. Riddle is my friend, and I will never kill Mr. Riddle!"
"You'll make new friends, Ginny, real friends," Cyrus emphasized.
"This is different!" Ginny shouted with tears.
"But..."
"Does Mr. Riddle intend to hurt me? Do you intend to kill me?" Ginny asked quickly.
"Of course not," Cyrus denied vehemently.
This sentence is somewhat true since he will not kill her.
"If that's the case, then why should I kill Mr. Riddle?" Ginny had made up her mind and became extra brave at this time.
She wiped away her tears and said forcefully, "Mr. Riddle is eager to contact the real world. I can help!"
"I suppose it wouldn't be a big deal to lend my body to Mr. Riddle once in a while, right?"
The cute little girl said seriously.
At one point, Cyrus felt like he really deserved to die...but—
He still wanted to live.
"Thank you, Ginny."
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