American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 502: Who would keep a diary if they were serious? Tom Riddle: Me!

Peter shook his head. “In fact, I know that it is they themselves who decide their life paths. I just play a role that is neither important nor unimportant.”

Peter said as he squeezed Diana's hand.

Diana asked in confusion, "Why is it important and why is it not important?"

"Because your children are more than your children. They are born out of life's desire for itself. They come through you, but not from you."

“Although they are with you, they are not yours. You can give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have thoughts of their own. You can house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.”

Peter slowly said something that stunned Diana.

“You can strive to be like them, but don’t try to make them like you, because life doesn’t go backwards or stop at yesterday.”

As Diana listened to Peter's words, an indescribable emotion surged in her heart.

She exhaled deeply, looked at Peter, calmed down her emotions, smiled and said to him: "I believe, Peter, one day, they will understand you."

at the same time.

Tom was standing in front of the window in his room. He heard the conversation between Peter and Diana through the gap in the glass.

He was stunned and didn't react until Peter and Diana returned to the room.

Sitting on the bed, he suddenly felt something soft in his heart was touched.

He had been maintaining a calm and gentle demeanor, but a vague feeling of regret was brewing in his heart.

He shouldn't have bothered with Riven.

At this moment, a new understanding of the word "family" emerged in his heart.

My father was right, this is my "family", not an orphanage.

Even though he had conflicts with Riven and the others, they were not enemies and could not be treated the same way the orphanage treated its enemies.

Taking a deep breath, Tom sat down at his desk, opened his diary, and wrote down his thoughts for the day.

"I found that I don't know enough about my father. Today's battle with Raven made him very angry. I understand his anger and I feel annoyed about it. My father is right. Raven should not be my enemy. Maybe I should handle my relationship with her flexibly in the future."

The sound of pen tip rubbing against paper echoed in the night.

"Through the battle with Raven today, I realized my own shortcomings. No matter how hard I try to practice magic now, I will never be Raven's opponent. On this road, Raven will always be my mountain, as will Loki. They are too difficult for me to overcome now."

Tom frowned slightly as he wrote this.

He was deeply shocked by today's battle.

"Maybe I can find some other mysteries about Hogwarts, and use these mysteries to help me reach the great road faster. Now I have gained the trust of Harry Potter, Ron and others. I believe I will be able to get the diary that Ginny received soon. I have a hunch that this diary must be closely related to me."

"Also, I heard that there is a secret chamber in Hogwarts School. Legend has it that only people of Slytherin descent can open the secret chamber. This secret chamber may contain some secrets. This secret may be the secret that can make me powerful. I must find the entrance to this secret chamber."

Tom stopped writing, looked up, and looked at the night outside with complicated mood.

After a while, he picked up the pen and continued writing:
"Today I accidentally ran into the ghost of Myrtle Warren, the girl who often wandered around the hall crying. Although she has become a ghost, she still looks unhappy and keeps crying. I have seen her before. I can't understand people who vent their emotions in public. This will be considered miserable and weak. I don't think it is right to show this in front of others."

"Tears represent weakness in my world. There are no tears or complaints in my world. I believe that a person's will lies in controlling his or her emotions and overcoming obstacles without showing weakness. So when I passed by her, I just pretended that I didn't see her and walked straight past her."

His brows furrowed as he wrote this.

"But she immediately screamed and ran away, saying 'Here he comes, that scary guy is back'! I don't understand why she said that, but I guess he may have known me before, or maybe she mistook me for another similar person. I need to investigate this matter."

There was a rustling sound of crickets chirping outside the window. Tom listened to the chirping and his diary came to an end.

"The diary in Ginny's hand, the Chamber of Secrets, and Myrtle Warren, these are the things I need to solve. I don't know why, but I always feel that there seems to be some connection between these three things."

Closing the notebook, he fell into deep thought.

The next day, early in the morning.

Peter first took the school bus to Hogwarts and talked to Dumbledore about Raven and Tom.

He didn't expect that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would also call parents.

After talking to Dumbledore for a while and promising him that such a thing would not happen again, Peter left Hogwarts and returned to the farm.

As soon as he entered the farm, he saw Diana and Zatanna walking towards him with strange looks on their faces.

"what happened?"

Peter asked the two.

“Something happened to Nandarbat.”

“Nandar Bhat?”

When Peter heard the name, he was stunned for a moment, then he rubbed his chin and began to recall.

He remembered that the headquarters of the Assassin's League seemed to be nearby.

"Yes, some believe that Nandarbat itself is at the crossroads of life and death, and that the god Rama Kushna is waiting in the dark river of Hades to guide the righteous to their final rest."

Zatanna said what was special about Nandarbat. "There was a holy place there. It was one of the cores of magic, the energy link of magic. It took the practitioners six thousand years to build it. But a few minutes ago, it turned to ashes."

Peter was stunned when he heard that Nandarbat’s sanctuary was reduced to ashes.

"Who did it?"

Wonder Woman said the other person's name, "The Divine Dorn."

Peter asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Who is the spirit Dorne?"

Zatanna explained to Peter, "The deity Dawn and her husband Raven are from the Obsidian Age of Atlantis, approximately 1000 BC. They were born in North America, from a tribe that later became the Apache. Little is known about Dawn's early life, and it is unclear whether her control over mystical powers was acquired or innate."

Zatanna also knew very little about this mysterious wizard.

She had only heard the other's story from a few of her fellow magicians.

"The spirit Dorn once told a story about when she was thirteen years old: she was nicknamed 'the Goat'. She was very different from the other girls in the tribe, and as she grew up, she caught the attention of the tribal leader known as 'Big Father'."

"Her family then sold her to the chief, but that ended badly, and she later met her husband Raven, who she thought was a kindred spirit, and the two later fell in love and burned down the chief's house."

Zatanna guessed to Peter: "A totem of the tribe in the god Dorne seems to be the source of her power, but it's just a legend, I don't know if it's true or not."

Peter nodded after hearing this.

It turns out to be the same type of totemic power as the vixen.

"The spirit Dorn transformed into the form Diana had lost control of before. She was emitting strong light and a half-moon symbol appeared on her forehead. Under that terrible power, she destroyed the sanctuary."

Zatanna said that the spirit Dorn was the third person chosen by Hecate after Witchfire and Diana.

"so"

Peter pondered and asked the two, "When the god Dorne was young, Hecate also branded a symbol on his forehead."

Diana touched her forehead, "It's very likely."

"Well, let's go check it out first."

Peter asked the two to go with him to Nandarbat.

Nandarbat, Sanctuary.

At this time, the holy land has turned into ashes.

More than ten minutes ago, the god Dorn was emitting strong light all over his body, with black blood flowing from his eyes, and he was suspended above the holy land.

A torrent of terrifying energy shot out from her eyes and shot towards the sanctuary.

Flames and explosions instantly swept through the thousands-year-old building.

"boom!"

Buildings collapsed and flames broke out.

Powerful magical energy shot out from the eyes of the god Dorn, destroying indiscriminately.

She knew what she was doing, and although she shouted every spell she knew to control her body, she failed in the end.

She could not resist Hecate's power.

"Run quickly!"

With a ferocious expression, she used all her strength to utter this sentence, causing the dead in the sanctuary to flee quickly.

But the dead of Nandarbat have been guarding the door to the afterlife for generations. For a long time, they have been living with death for a long time and have drawn incredible strength from it.

The souls of the dead can leave their bodies and attack the god Dorn in the sky.

Countless souls flew towards her.

The spirits of the dead that penetrated her body tried to take control of Dawn.

Feeling threatened, the god Dorn, who was controlled by Hecate, radiated a destructive energy.

The souls of the dead people affected were instantly annihilated.

After killing the dead guarding the sanctuary, the spirit Dorn went on to destroy other areas of Nandarbat.

The deafening sound of "boom" continued to ring.

The entire city began to step into the brink of destruction.

A few minutes later.

"Whoosh"!
A figure suddenly appeared on the ground, followed by Zatanna and Wonder Woman behind Peter.

"Hecate!"

The moment Peter appeared, he shouted to the god Dorn in the sky, "Stop!"