บท 113: Chapter 113: Riddle Is Anxious
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Lohart's box was soundproofed well. After closing the lid, no matter how loudly Lohart screamed inside, it was almost inaudible from the outside. Even when Lohart tried his best to impact the box, it only made the box tremble slightly.
Tom sat back in his office chair, leaning back and calming his emotions a bit. The conversation with Lohart just now gave him a feeling of being unable to understand but greatly shocked. It was hard to imagine that a person could say such things.
He took out Riddle's diary; he still needed to extract knowledge from Voldemort.
He found some insects and fed them to the diary.
During this communication with Riddle, Tom could feel that Riddle seemed to be in a hurry. Every few sentences, the topic would gravitate towards the Chamber of Secrets and blood sacrifices, but Tom always skillfully diverted the conversation, promising to discuss it next time.
At the same time, he urged Riddle to continue teaching him various spells.
Under Riddle's guidance, Tom's skills, drawn from the card draws, advanced by leaps and bounds. He had taken notes in several books just from the class.
[Weapon Disarmament Skill Breakthrough Success
Current Status: Weapon Disarmament Level 1 (0/200-17%)]
[Rend and Tear Skill Breakthrough Success
Current Status: Rend and Tear Level 1 (0/200-21%)]
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"Thank you, Trevissio." Tom's serpent crawled slowly onto the desktop, then spat out a few insects from its mouth, landing on the diary.
Riddle's diary now had poor battery life, needing to be fed every few minutes, or else its memory would decline. So, Tom released his serpent to catch a few bugs and bring them back—also to make the creature move and not stay in the bottle all the time.
Tom thought that if Trevissio, the serpent, didn't have the ability to shrink, it would have already become too fat to come out.
Trevissio was well-trained, very low-key, always catching insects at the fastest speed, then returning to the bottle to rest—Tom had to pay a price to drive the serpent: one action cost one chicken leg, at least five bugs.
"Really, I can't remember all these things clearly. If we go to the Chamber of Secrets, we can definitely find more detailed teaching materials." Riddle once again steered the conversation towards the Chamber of Secrets.
Tom felt it was extremely strange! He had been with that little wizard for a long time, but he still hadn't opened up to him! Although Tom Yedell, the little wizard, was interesting, Riddle really didn't want to communicate with him. It was too tiring, just like teaching.
Riddle's diary needed an important way to restore power: getting the holder to open up their soul. As long as the holder's soul opened up to Riddle, he could devour the holder's most hidden fears and deepest secrets until Riddle's soul became stronger than the holder's own.
By then, he would be able to manipulate the person who had opened their soul to him.
But this trick failed against Tom. Every time, Riddle felt that he had pried open a crack in Tom's heart, but when he checked again, the crack had already healed!
This was very troublesome. Riddle could only rely on blood sacrifices, but with the meager input, he didn't know how long it would take to restore control over others. By then, Tom Yedell might have destroyed him after squeezing out all his value!
Letting things be, Riddle could only hope for the blood sacrifice. But Tom was too urgent. He felt that Tom might destroy him after squeezing out his value, just like someone like Tom would never allow others to have a chance to get the treasure.
However, today's class was interrupted by an unexpected guest.
The flames in Tom's office fireplace suddenly turned green, and Dumbledore's voice came from inside: "Professor Lohart, could you please come to the Headmaster's office? The password is 'Cockroach Pile.'"
Received the summons, Tom couldn't delay any longer. He locked the diary in the drawer and then left the office.
A little while after he left, a sparrow flew into the office. It hopped onto the floor and pecked at the breadcrumbs left by Tom's sandwich.
A wisp of smoke, finer than hair, extended from the corner of the desk, entwining around the sparrow. The sparrow remained oblivious, focusing on pecking the breadcrumbs. The thin thread became slightly thicker as time passed.
After eating for a while, it flapped its wings and flew away.
A few minutes later, several sparrows flew in through the window, starting to sweep through the office for food. Initially, they only pecked at the breadcrumbs, but later, they became more greedy, some flying directly to the desk to eat the sandwiches Tom left behind.
They were completely unaware that they were bolder than usual: under normal circumstances, these sparrows would never have the courage to fly through that small opening, into a sealed space.
Each sparrow had an extremely fine thread wrapped around them, and as time passed, the threads became slightly thicker.
After clearing out the sandwiches on the desk, the sparrows all flew out of Tom's office. However, almost half of them, as soon as they flew out of the window, plunged down in mid-air, losing their breath.
Tom had been away for a slightly long time.
Several first-year Ravenclaw witches arrived at his office door.
They chattered like sparrows, excitedly pushing each other with posters or books featuring Professor Lohart. Their only commonality was the Lohart-related paraphernalia in their hands.
"Quick, knock on the door!"
"You go first!"
"No, you go first!"
"Enough, knock on the door quickly, get Professor Lohart's signature, and we can overshadow that arrogant girl. Look at her, I can't stand her frosty attitude."
"But she does have a lot of beautiful clothes. I want to buy a red one like hers when I go home."
"Enough, go get the signature, remember to be quiet and polite—those are Mom's words."
The arrogant girl they referred to was naturally Peggy. After entering school, Peggy demonstrated exceptional magical talent, becoming the darling of teachers in class, almost a copy of senior Hermione. Add her beauty and a wardrobe full of new clothes every day, and she naturally became the focus of boys in the class.
Every day, boys would strut in front of her like peacocks, but she ignored them. Some boys tried pranks to get Peggy's attention, but every time another boy would step forward to defend her. Peggy could watch on the side, indifferent, as if watching a monkey show.
She was usually aloof, ignoring her roommates' attempts to be friendly, leading to Peggy being isolated in the dorm.
Today, the girls from the same dorm wanted to pressure her by getting Professor Lohart's autograph.
So, they knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, but there was no response.
They were all dumbfounded; they really hadn't considered the possibility that a professor might not be in the office. For a moment, their morale sank to the bottom, and they returned to the dorm with drooping heads. Some of them even pushed the door, but unfortunately, it was securely locked.
One girl named Victoire Brown felt somewhat unwilling. She remembered the spell she had mastered at home, and a wicked idea sprouted in her heart.
This wicked idea, like a flame in a reed marsh, quickly grew and ultimately became an uncontrollable wildfire. She quietly stood up and left the dorm.
She sprinted to Professor Lohart's office, drew her wand, and pointed it at the door lock: "Alohomora!"
The door rotated open. She stepped inside, feeling her heart pounding so fast it might explode, and her vision darkened.
She trembled as she walked into the office and approached the desk, where there was a large basket of letters—fan mail from Lohart's admirers around the world.
Victoire Brown felt as if something in the drawer was calling her, so she continued to use magic to unlock the desk, finding only an old diary inside.
At this moment, Riddle had exhausted all his accumulated strength, frantically stimulating the desires deep within Victoire Brown.
She looked at the diary with vacant eyes, with only one thought in her mind: take it! Take Professor Lohart's diary! She really wanted to peer into Professor Lohart's thoughts, even if it meant being punished with detention, she would gladly accept it.
In the end, she picked up the diary and ran away like the wind.
Meanwhile, Tom, in the form of Lohart, was sitting in Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore, through his half-moon glasses, glanced at Tom, a gaze that seemed to penetrate the soul, making him shudder.
"Would you like something to drink?" Dumbledore waved his wand, and two silver high-footed cups appeared in front of them.
"Tea, thank you. No need for anything else." Tom wasn't very accustomed to the mainstream Hogwarts drinks like pumpkin juice, and butterbeer wasn't suitable for the current occasion.
"Alright." Dumbledore flicked his wand, and the high-footed cups were magically filled with steaming hot tea. Tom took a sip, finding the taste quite pleasant.
"Gellert, to be honest, your transformation surprises me. I never expected that you, who was in school years ago, would make such great progress after entering society."
Tom smiled, "The beatings of society make people mature. I chose to start a business, making shampoo..."
He briefly recounted his experiences after graduation, from the failure of the Birdsnake Egg Yolk Shampoo to wandering and adventuring before becoming a writer, and finally, the annual Dark Arts Defense professor at Hogwarts.
Dumbledore just listened quietly to Tom's narrative, occasionally taking a sip of tea.
"I want to hear about your plans for the upcoming classes, not to understand your past. Don't misunderstand; I won't dismiss you just because it doesn't suit my taste. As an elder, I might be able to offer you some advice."
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