DNF Meets Harry Potter

At night, the bright moon that is not yet round will gradually rise to the sky. A transparent gray cloud faintly covered the moonlight, and a light smoke seemed to hang over London, like falling into a dream.

In Wu's Orphanage, Carl was sitting in pajamas in front of a desk created by transfiguration, holding a diary that didn't look thick and had yellowed edges, thinking quietly.

He was secretly thinking about what kind of posture he should take to face the fifteen-year-old Voldemort. Whether to use his usual style of digging holes and acting, or directly holding Li Huo and intimidating him, this is a question...

Karl knew that this Horcrux was currently in a deep sleep state, but as long as he opened it and added a little ink, the remnant soul inside would probably wake up immediately.

He picked up the diary and began to observe carefully, hoping to find some clues from it.

It's a pity that Karl looked through the entire diary but found nothing. This shows that the production principle of the Horcrux is different from what he expected. It is not powered by things like magic crystals, and it is more likely to be driven by That part of the remnant soul.

Then Karl opened the diary calmly. This diary could almost be regarded as Voldemort's weakest Horcrux. He didn't have to worry about what waves he would make.

The name on the title page of the diary was almost blurred due to the passage of time, and Karl could only vaguely recognize the surname "Riddle".

Carl grabbed the pen that had been prepared and put it aside, dipped it in ink, and was about to start using his superb acting skills to write some youthful daily routines suitable for this age, in order to attract Voldemort's attention, when the ink on the pen tip suddenly became a bit blurred. Yellowed paper devours.

"Hi~, I'm Tom Marvolo Riddle, nice to meet you..."

Under the dim light, a sentence suddenly appeared in the empty diary, and the faint ink marks spontaneously linked together in an extremely beautiful pattern, appearing in front of Karl, and disappearing without a trace after a few seconds.

Carl raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Voldemort to be so impatient and jump out so quickly.

With a thought in his mind, his big eyes sparkled with excitement suitable for his age, and pretending to be extremely surprised, he picked up the pen and wrote a lot of questions in the diary.

"Hello, my name is Carl Harris. Did you say your name is Tom Riddle?" From this name, you should be a boy, so why did you appear in the diary and still talk to me? Could it be that the soul was drawn out by the curse of the vicious wizard and locked in the diary? If so, do you have any special abilities? I’ve seen it written like this in storybooks…”

After Karl finished writing these questions at a very fast speed, he held the diary and began to wait quietly, preparing to see what kind of persona Voldemort would make up based on his questions, so that he could decide what kind of persona to use. Attitude to obtain information.

Whether it's Fiendfire or acting, it's all in Voldemort's mind...

The sudden series of questions almost stunned Tom Riddle for a while. After a long time, the handwriting left by Karl on the diary gradually disappeared line by line, and then a few lines of delicate handwriting began to appear.

"I was not cursed and sealed by a vicious wizard. I was just a diary made by a man named Tom Riddle. That's why I called myself that." And he kept the memory of this age, it is for this reason that I can communicate with you normally.』

Compared with the opening of the grandpa mode, although the identity of the law-abiding one lacks the sense of mystery, it can communicate with the little wizards as an equal, so as to erode their hearts.

Carl made a comment deep in his heart, then picked up his pen again, and when he was about to start squeezing the value of the diary, the ink marks began to be disordered and reorganized again.

"You mentioned wizards just now, so you must be a student of Hogwarts!" So let me guess which house you're in, so many questions... I guess you must be a Ravenclaw?

I come from Slytherin House, and I can be regarded as your senior. If you have any questions in your studies that you don’t understand, you can ask me at any time, no matter what kind of questions you have, because no questions can stump me! 』

Perhaps because he was afraid that Carl would continue to ask a lot of questions, this time the diary learned his lesson and took the initiative to attack.

Carl looked at the handwriting on the diary, secretly thinking that Voldemort still has two brushes, at least his guess is really accurate.

And between the lines, he could fully feel Tom Riddle's high-spirited and confident psychological activities.

But when he thinks about it carefully, he has the capital and arrogance. This guy can find Slytherin's secret room in the fifth grade. You must know that the entrance to the secret room is in the girls' bathroom, and it hasn't stopped working at that time. . And this achievement alone is enough to make him worship, thinking about how shy he was when he beat the troll into the girls' bathroom.

Thinking of this, Carl couldn't help but think with some evil humor, could it be that Voldemort was a pervert when he was young?

And after he found the secret room, he enslaved the most deadly magic creature, the basilisk, at the age of fifteen. He completed the achievement of destroying flowers with his hands at the age of fifteen and split his soul to make the first Horcrux, officially starting the road to eternal life. If this situation changes, everyone will become swollen and supercilious.

Karl turned the pen in his hand, thinking about how to beat this guy, so that he can't let him continue to swell like this...

So he picked up the pen and wrote down the most mysterious question about the world.

"What is the nature of time? On what principle is the time-turner made? Is the past as full of possibilities as the future? 』

For a long time, Carl's handwriting on the notebook remained silent for a long time.

Tom was silent, and he yelled frantically in his heart, what the hell is this damn. Who the hell knows the essence of time! !

"Don't know? Then let me change the question..."

Carl showed obvious disappointment on his face. In fact, he really cared about the Time Turner. He hoped that Tom would have some ink in his stomach. After all, he felt that this thing was too bad.

Although the concept of the gate of time and space was mentioned in the DNF, the adventurer finally even went back to the past to assist the heavens in destroying the Tyrannosaurus King Bacal. But the realm of time has always been controlled by the lion heads of Mehmet of All Days, which is the original authority of the world, and no one can pry into it except the great will. After all, the adventurer and Xi Lan relied on their power to reverse time and space and go back to the past.