Lockhart's box was well soundproofed. After closing the lid, no matter how Lockhart howled inside, it was almost impossible to hear it outside. Lockhart tried his best to hit the box, but it could only make the box tremble slightly.
Tom sat back in the office chair, leaned on it, and relaxed a little. The chat with Lockhart just now gave him a feeling that I couldn't understand but was shocked. It's hard to imagine that a person can say that.
words.
He took out Riddle's diary. He still needed to learn some knowledge from Voldemort.
He found some insects and fed them into the diary.
In this communication with Riddle, Tom could feel that Riddle seemed to be a little more anxious. Every few conversations, the topic was getting closer to the secret room and blood food, but Tom always looked at him and expressed his feelings.
The times are certain.
At the same time, he also urged Riddle to continue teaching him various magic spells.
Under Riddle's guidance, Tom's skills in drawing cards can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds, and he took several class notes alone.
[Expelliarmus skill breakthrough successful
Current status: Expelliarmus level 1 (0/200-17%)]
[Split skill breakthrough successful
Current status: torn apart level 1 (0/200-21%)]
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"Thank you, Treviso." Tom's bird snake slowly climbed onto the table, then spit out a few insects from its mouth and landed on the diary.
The battery life of Riddle's diary is very poor now, and it needs to be fed every few minutes. If not fed, the memory will deteriorate. So Tom let his bird snake out and asked him to catch a few bugs - and also let this guy exercise.
Exercise, don't sit in a pot every day.
Tom felt that if it weren't for the bird snake's ability to shrink, Treviso would have been too fat to get out.
Treviso is well-tamed and very low-key. He always catches insects as quickly as possible and then goes back to the pot to rest. Tom has to pay a price for driving the bird and snake like this: one chicken leg for one action, at least five.
insect.
"Really, I can't remember these things clearly. If we go to the secret room, we can definitely find more detailed teaching materials." Riddle once again changed the topic to the secret room.
You can't blame Old Tom for being too eager, the main reason is that he thinks things are very weird!
I have been with that little wizard for a long time, but he hasn't opened his heart to me yet! Although the little wizard Tom Yoder is a bit interesting, Riddle still doesn't want to communicate with him from the bottom of his heart. It's too difficult to communicate with him.
Tired, just like giving lectures.
If Riddle's diary wants to regain its power, there is an extremely important way, and that is to let the other party open his soul. As long as the holder's soul is opened to Riddle, he can swallow the holder's most secret fears and deepest secrets.
Until Riddle's soul became more powerful than the diary holder's own soul.
At that time, he will be able to control the person who opens his soul to him.
But this trick failed when facing Tom. Every time Riddle felt that he had pried open Tom's heart a little bit, but the next time he looked at it, the crack he had pried out had actually healed!
This is very fatal. Riddle can only hope for blood food, but with that little input, he doesn't know how long it will take to return to controlling other bodies and minds. By then, that Tom Yoder may have burned the bridge!
Comparing himself with his own, Riddle had a strong sense of crisis. He felt that Tom would probably destroy himself after squeezing out all his value! Because people like Tom would never want to let others have the opportunity to obtain treasures.
However, today's lecture was interrupted by an uninvited guest.
The flame in the fireplace in Tom's office suddenly turned green, and Dumbledore's voice came from inside: Professor Lockhart, please come to the principal's office. The password is "cockroach pile".
After receiving the summons, Tom could no longer delay. He locked the diary in the drawer and left the office.
Some time after he left, a sparrow flew into the office, jumped to the floor, and picked up the crumbs left by the sandwich on the floor.
A wisp of black smoke, thinner than a human hair, extended from the corner of the table and wrapped around the sparrow. The sparrow didn't notice it and just focused on pecking at the crumbs.
After eating for a while, it fluttered away.
A few minutes later, several sparrows flew in from the window and began to scavenge the food in the office. At first they just pecked at the crumbs, but then they became more greedy, and some flew directly to the desk to eat the food left by Tom.
of finished sandwiches.
They were completely unaware that they were much bolder than usual: normally these sparrows would not have the courage to fly into a confined space through that small opening.
Each sparrow is wrapped with extremely fine threads, and as time goes by, the threads become slightly thicker.
After clearing away the sandwiches on the desk, the sparrows flew away from Tom's office. However, nearly half of them fell down as soon as they flew out of the window and lost their breath in mid-air.
Tom was gone for a little longer.
Several first-year Ravenclaw witches came to the door of his office.
They were chirping like sparrows, noisy, pushing each other, and seemed very excited. The only thing they had in common was that they all had Professor Lockhart's peripherals: posters or books.
"Knock on the door quickly!"
"You first!"
"No, you first!"
"It's not over yet. Knock on the door quickly and ask Professor Lockhart for a few signatures, so that we can cover up that stinky girl. I can't stand her cold look."
"But she has so many beautiful clothes. I asked my family to buy one of the red ones when I got home."
"That's enough, hurry up and get an autograph. Remember to be quiet and polite - this is what mom said."
The stinky girl they were talking about was, of course, Peggy. After entering school, Peggy showed extremely high talent for magic and became the favorite of the teachers in the classroom. She was simply a replica of Hermione's senior sister. In addition, she was also beautiful.
, with brand new beautiful clothes every day, she naturally became the focus of the boys in the class.
Every day, little boys hang out in front of her like peacocks, but she ignores them all. There are also boys who want to attract Peggy's attention by playing pranks, but every time the prank is carried out, there are other boys.
The child stood up to fight against the injustice. Peggy could just watch from the sidelines, as if watching a monkey show.
She was usually very cold and ignored the advances of her roommates. The combination of these factors led to Peggy being isolated in the dormitory.
Today, the girls in the same dormitory wanted to get Professor Lockhart's autograph to try to get her.
So they knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, but there was no response.
Everyone was dumbfounded. They really didn't expect the possibility that the professor was not in the office. For a moment, several people's morale sank to the bottom, and they returned to the dormitory with their heads hanging down. Some of them even pushed the door, but unfortunately it was locked.
firmly.
One of the girls named Victoria Brown was a little reluctant. She remembered the magic spell she had mastered at home, and an evil thought arose in her heart.
This evil thought was like a wisp of flame in the reeds, growing rapidly and finally becoming uncontrollable like a prairie fire. She stood up quietly and walked out of the dormitory. The girl in the dormitory did not notice this.
She rushed to Professor Lockhart's office, pulled out her wand, and pointed at the door lock: "Open the Alaho hole!"
The door swung open. She stepped in. At this moment, she felt that her heart was beating so fast that it was about to explode, and her eyes were turning black.
She walked into the office trembling all over and came to her desk. On the table was a large basket of letters - letters sent from Lockhart's fans from all over the world.
Victoria Brown felt as if something was calling her faintly in the drawer, so she continued to use the magic spell to open the desk lock, and found that there was only a shabby diary inside.
At this time, Riddle was already exhausted. He used all the power he had stored to provoke the emotions of the little witch in front of him. If the little witch turned back, he would lose blood.
At this moment, Riddle could do nothing but resign himself to his fate. He was even too weak to sense the outside world.
The goddess of fate extended an olive branch to Riddle.
Victoria Brown finally picked up the diary and ran away as fast as she could. She really wanted to see what Professor Lockhart was thinking about, and she was willing to be punished with solitary confinement.
At this time, Tom was sitting in Dumbledore's office in the form of Lockhart.
Dumbledore glanced at Tom through his half-moon glasses. That look seemed to be able to see into people's hearts, and it made his hair stand on end.
"Would you like something to drink?" Dumbledore waved his wand, and two silver goblets appeared in front of them.
"Black tea, thank you. Don't add anything else." Tom was not very used to pumpkin juice, the mainstream drink in Hogwarts, and butterbeer was not very suitable for the current occasion.
"Okay." Dumbledore clicked his wand, and the goblet was filled with hot black tea out of thin air. Tom took a sip and it tasted pretty good.
"Girod, to be honest, your changes surprise me. I didn't expect that you would make such great progress when you were in school."
Tom showed a smile, "Society's beatings make people mature. I initially chose to start a business and make shampoo..."
He briefly told Dumbledore his experiences after graduation, from the failure of Bird Snake Egg Yolk Shampoo to wandering around on adventures and becoming a writer, and of course, finally becoming the annual black man of Hogwarts.
Professor of Defense Against Magic.
Dumbledore just listened to Tom quietly, taking a sip of tea from time to time.
"It's similar to what I learned. I didn't call you here today to learn about your past. I just want to hear about your plans for the next course." Dumbledore gently placed the tea cup on the table, "Don't get me wrong, no.
I will fire you because you don't agree with me, but as an elder, I may be able to give you some suggestions."