DNF Meets Harry Potter

Carl looked at the diary quietly, but the writing on it remained unchanged.

Finally he picked up his pen and went on to write a question

"Do you know what the nature of wizards' magic is? Why can we rely on the magic power in our bodies to do all kinds of extraordinary things? 』

However, Carl waited for a long time, but Tom Riddle still did not give him any answer.

Hmph, damn it~. Do you know everything you said?

Tom Riddle: MMP, Knockin, do you hear that?

In fact, the questions Tom faced were really confused. He was only in fifth grade when Voldemort created it. How could he know the essence of magic and time?

And judging from his current level of knowledge, he felt that even his own body or even the old monster Nicole May, who had lived for more than 600 years, might be dumbfounded when faced with these questions.

"Ah~, you still don't know? Then let me change the question..."

"Why is there such a legendary item as the Philosopher's Stone in the wizarding world?" 』

『What is the formula of Felicia Elixir? 』

"How was the birth of black magic throughout the history of the wizarding world?" 』

Tom Riddle: "???"

...

Next, Carl kept writing questions in his diary, and there was no doubt that he couldn't answer any of these questions that even Dumbledore would have had a headache with.

Carl looked at the diary that had not changed, and smiled inwardly, pretending to be aggressive, you are still a little tender.

Several questions in a row did not get the slightest answer. Carl's goal at this moment has been achieved. He also understands that the young Voldemort looks like this, only pursuing power and immortality, but for higher-level things. Don't ask.

Now that the purpose of testing his details has been achieved, then it is time to start digging holes based on the information he currently has. So the questions he asked next became much simpler, all about some spells and potions.

When Carl suddenly lowered the difficulty, the handwriting on the diary finally began to be disordered again, and Carl finally had answers to his questions about normal schoolwork.

Maybe it's because he lost face with Karl's question bombing before, or maybe he wants to gain trust so he can control Karl later. Tom Riddle's answer is very detailed and filled with the taste that it's not difficult, you can do it yourself.

Carl took a quick look and understood that this guy really did come up with some dry goods this time, which even included some quick spellcasting skills that he summed up by himself. It seems that Tom also understands the reason why he can't bear to let his children be tied to wolves. .

Although these spellcasting skills didn't have much effect on him, after all, he could release the death curse manually now. But the most precious thing in the magic world is this knowledge. Karl can't copy his own situation to other wizards, because some things are inherent in him, and he doesn't know how to teach them.

But if he sums up Tom's experience, it will be a combat power that can be replicated, and it can be sold for gold Galleons.

"Thank you, Tom!"

The corner of Karl's mouth rose slightly, knowing that this guy was hooked, and immediately started the next plan.

"By the way, Tom~, do you know how to do alchemy or make magic items?" 』

Carl picked up the pen and continued writing intermittently in the diary, looking a little hesitant.

He did not forget that Voldemort was not only a master of black magic, but also proficient in alchemy, and the seven Horcruxes were the best proof.

Karl thought of the other Horcruxes made by Voldemort, many of them directly used powerful magic items as their carriers. If you don’t know some relevant knowledge, let alone making Horcruxes, those things may explode directly. Refining the magic items themselves It is an extremely dangerous thing.

"Why do you want to ask these? As far as I know this knowledge is difficult...』

The diary did not answer him immediately, but asked such a question.

"Well~, I grew up in an orphanage with my younger sister, and I thought we would live our lives peacefully by relying on each other. But that letter brought by the owl last year changed our destiny. You have also seen the environment I am in now, I want to make her life better through my own efforts, and the Ravenclaw tower can just cultivate crystals...』

Carl pondered for a while, and wrote such a paragraph in the diary, secretly thinking that Voldemort was really not easy to fool.

The diary was silent for a long while before the handwriting reappeared on it.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to...but...my memory is only fifteen years old, so I don't know how to make magic items. But when I was at Hogwarts, I was always number one in the ancient magic pattern class, and I also know some knowledge about engraving magic patterns, maybe it can help you...』

Seeing the handwriting that appeared, Karl secretly thought that Voldemort really knew some knowledge about magic items, otherwise this diary would not have been made.

"I didn't expect that, you are so amazing! Can you teach me? 』

Carl excitedly praised Tom Riddle in his diary, secretly thinking that he could finally have a normal side job. This time he responded quickly, but after a while, the writing appeared on the diary.

"sure! But I just woke up, and I don't know how many years have passed since I was created. Can you tell me what happened in these years? I'm quite curious..."

Facing Carl's request, Tom Riddle naturally agreed at the moment, but he also put forward a condition.

It's a very reasonable request, and Karl can't even find the slightest reason to refuse it. If he disagrees, it is estimated that the plastic friendship between them who is competing with each other's acting skills will not be able to last immediately, and then explode in an instant.

"OK! That's all, of course! 』

Carl smiled and immediately agreed.

Just after he wrote this passage, Tom Riddle also breathed a sigh of relief. As a split soul with its own will, Tom has felt that there is a big problem with the main soul since he woke up.

But because the distance was too far, and because he had just woken up and his strength was too weak, he couldn't perceive the specific situation of the deity at all, which was the root cause of his eagerness to throw out chips to ask.

"It is estimated that this sub-spirit knew that there was something wrong with his real body, so he was so anxious to find out about the situation..."

Carl quickly turned the pen in his hand, his thoughts were full of thoughts for a while, and he immediately guessed the facts.

"So what do you want to know, Tom?" 』