Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

Snape nodded vigorously.

Even though he hated the boy with James' face.

But, if Lily said so, then he would risk his own life.

And protect Harry...

Blake's voice came from the gray fog.

"It's almost time to go back."

Lily gave Snape one last smile.

Then he turned and walked into the gray fog.

Just as Lily's figure disappeared in the gray fog.

Snape suddenly said loudly: "Lily! I have something I have wanted to tell you for a long time!"

"Lily...I...I love you!"

The gray fog trembled.

It seemed that the dead souls inside were experiencing drastic emotional fluctuations.

The gray fog trembled, and a figure reappeared!

Snape's eyes widened as he looked at the figure expectantly.

Lily, are you going to respond to me?!

A head popped out from the gray fog...

Snape's face froze immediately.

Even the corners of his mouth were twitching slightly.

However, after getting Lily's forgiveness.

Although there was only a difference of more than ten minutes.

But his state of mind is very different from before.

So he quickly controlled his emotions.

"Oh... it's you... please tell your wife what I just said..."

The next second, the gray fog in the room suddenly dissipated.

Only Blake was left sitting cross-legged in front of the magic circle on the ground.

Blake patted his legs which were a little numb from sitting and slowly stood up.

"Sure! Professor Snape!"

"Just now, Harry's father wanted to beat someone up after hearing what you said!"

Snape asked expressionlessly, "Did Lily hear the last words I said?"

Black nodded. "Of course I heard it. James Potter was held back by Lily so he didn't rush out to fight you."

The corners of Snape's mouth seemed to twitch, and then he returned to calm.

Blake said in surprise: "I'll bet you one gold Galleon! The expression on your face just now was... were you grinning?!"

Snape turned expressionlessly and walked towards his chair.

But before he sat down, he threw a small golden object at Blake.

A gold galleon... large.

Chapter 246 Tom: Voldemort was killed by a baby? How could I have such a dream!

"September 25th, cloudy..."

Ginny was holding a quill, preparing to write in an empty journal she had found among her old textbooks.

However, I have just written in the date and weather.

The ink, which had not yet completely dried, disappeared.

Ginny's eyes widened involuntarily.

I thought I was hallucinating.

Didn’t I just write something?

How come it disappeared in the blink of an eye?

Of course Ginny wouldn't think she had Alzheimer's...

She felt that there must be something wrong with this diary.

but……

Why does there exist such a strange thing as a diary that cannot be written on?

Just as Ginny was about to throw the diary into the trash can.

Suddenly, a line of words appeared out of thin air on the blank diary cover page.

It was like there was an invisible person writing on the paper with a feather pen.

"Hello! Nice to meet you, my name is Tom Riddle!"

Ginny's eyes widened again.

A talking diary?

Ginny picked up her quill again.

Writing tentatively in the diary.

"Hello, my name is Ginny Weasley."

The naive young Ginny did not have the necessary wariness towards this strange diary.

Instead, he just wrote down his real name.

"Hello, Ginny... I hope my appearance doesn't scare you."

"But I want to say, you don't have to be afraid, I'm just a small memory."

"I can't do anything else but communicate with you like this."

The handwriting appeared in the diary again.

Ginny noticed that the writing after the sentence had faded.

Obviously, this was the diary replying to itself using the ink that she had just seeped into the diary in fonts.

Ginny thought about this.

He quickly unscrewed the ink bottle and poured some ink into the diary.

The pages of the diary were immediately stained with ink.

There was also a large stain on the paper.

However, the ink quickly disappeared onto the paper.

Not even a single stain was left.

It was as if the large pool of ink had never appeared.

Then, another line of words appeared in the diary.

"Thank you, that's much better."

This time the handwriting was very clear.

Ginny picked up the quill with great interest and wrote quickly.

"You said you were a memory? What does that mean?"

The diary replied quickly.

"I am a fifth year student at Hogwarts."

“This is my diary.”

"When I was sixteen, I left a memory in there..."

"So, I, who am replying to you now, am only the memory of the student named Tom Riddle."

"You can either say I am himself or you can say I am not."

Ginny wrote excitedly, "Then I'll go and look up the name Tom Riddle! I'll see if I can find you now! And then I'll come back and tell you!"

"No need to bother, thank you. Maybe I'm unknown now and it's hard for you to find me."

"Besides, even if I am already very famous now, I wouldn't be that famous by this name..."

The diary's reply puzzled Ginny.

"Don't you hate your current name?"

"Yes, it's a very common name. I've always wanted to change it."

……

Ginny started chatting with a diary that could reply to her.

A diary where you can chat at any time!

In the eyes of Ginny, a little girl.

There is no other perfect friend like this diary!

Therefore, naturally, she forgot what her father had said.

"Never trust something that can think for itself, unless you see where it hides its mind..."

Growing up, Ginny had almost no friends of her own age.

She is the youngest daughter of the Weasley family and is naturally loved by the whole family.

But how could her brothers understand a girl's mind?

She also needs a good friend to talk to!

And now, for Ginny, who has just entered school and has not made anyone who can be called close friends.

This diary is equivalent to filling the most empty place in Ginny's heart.

……

Ginny and the diary chatted with each other for a while.

Riddle in the diary knew what kind of person Ginny was.

When Tom Riddle was 16, he was at the smartest and most rational moment of his life.

So, pretending to be careless, the diary began to inquire about things that interested it, such as...

"I was 16 when I was left in the diary. I don't know what time it is now."

“But I think it’s probably a long way from my time.”

"So, can you tell me what year it is?"

"It's 1992 now," Ginny wrote truthfully. "What year was it when you were 16?"

"…So much time has passed."

Tom Riddle in the diary sighed.

"So...how long exactly?" Ginny wrote with a quill.

"About fifty years."

Tom Riddle didn't care and continued talking.

He wasn't worried about Ginny knowing what the name Tom Riddle meant.

Because only very few people know about it.