Chapter 134 Taking risks
[A person who was defeated by a baby deserves your respect? 】
Della was shocked by the words in front of her. Her eyes widened and her hand holding the feather pen trembled. She didn't know what to write for a moment.
[I've always wanted to see you, but Maggie always deliberately avoids this. Do you know why? ]
The flamboyant handwriting emerged slowly, giving people a sense of ease and playfulness. Della frowned, she was still hesitant, but the feather pen in her hand had already moved forward.
'Because he always wanted to protect me.'
【That’s not what he told me.】
Is it a test, or?
No, no matter what, Maggie wouldn't say anything bad to her.
Even though she was hesitant, Della continued writing without hesitation, 'It seems that Maggie has achieved her goal of protecting me, but unfortunately I am still too curious.'
The diary was silent for a while, then changed the subject, [What are you curious about? What would make you risk your life to come to me?].
"You, I was curious about you, and now, I am even more curious." Della wrote in her diary smoothly.
What do you think I am?
Della paused, and after carefully recalling the conversation with the diary, she slowly began to write, "He is not as patient as you, nor does he speak in a joking tone like you, but I still feel that you are him."
'Tom Marvolo Riddle'
'I am Voldemort'
Della wrote these two lines specifically.
[You investigated me? That's different from what Maggie said.]
Me? What me? Where did the second person come from?
For a moment Della thought they were not talking about the same thing, but just before she started writing she realized that the diary divided Tom and Voldemort into two different people.
She had originally thought it was just a trick of Voldemort in a different form.
"If Maggie can take care of everything, then we won't be able to communicate tonight." Della's eyes flickered, and she didn't continue to ask about the identity of the diary, but she was 80% sure in her heart.
What she is facing now is probably Voldemort at Hogwarts fifty years ago, Tom Riddle, the outstanding student council president during that period, who was somehow preserved in this diary.
Compared to Voldemort's almost neurotic arrogance, Tom seemed to be much more cultured, but the leisurely and unhurried playfulness he displayed was as arrogant as Voldemort's.
[You are right, no one can be all-encompassing. Do you have the answer you want now? ]
Della's hand holding the quill suddenly felt heavy, and then her entire right hand fell on the notebook. It was too late to pull her hand back, so Della gritted her teeth and continued to write with the quill:
'Are you sure you want to do this to me? Won't it get in the way of you and Maggie?'
I don't care about him.
"Fire of the Fiery One!"
The moment she saw Tom Riddle's reply, Della immediately used the black magic spell of Fiendfyre, which could burn everything, on the diary. However, the suction force in her hand did not decrease at all, and the fierce flames could not even make the diary black.
[You have learned black magic well, but you still need to master it]
Words continued to appear slowly in the diary, the ink marks glowing in the flickering firelight, as if the young man from the past was peeking at the present in the flickering light.
No, that's not right!
When casting the spell on the diary, Della clearly felt a sense of confinement, and the power of the spell she cast was far lower than expected, which was a situation that had never happened before.
But Della didn't have time to ponder this. She immediately took out the dagger hidden on her body and stabbed the diary with force.
Although the dagger was her preparation, she had basically no hope of turning the situation around when she had to resort to physical attacks. She just needed to show enough resistance.
"Kacha——"
The moment the crisp sound of metal breaking was heard, Della fell into darkness. A feeling of being swallowed up and numbness spread from her right hand to her whole body. She tilted to one side, as if her soul was suddenly taken away.
"Boom-"
Della slid off the chair exhausted and fell to the cold ground with a dull sound.
At this time, Della lost her vision and most of her perception, but because most of her senses were deprived, her remaining hearing became infinitely sensitive.
She heard the rustling of pages of a book. The sound sounded urgent, but it did not feel rough. It was as if a gentle breeze was playfully blowing against the book a few more times.
Then, there were footsteps that were very close to her but with sudden changes in weight. Della's consciousness became increasingly blurred as the footsteps approached. Before she completely lost consciousness, a very attractive and pleasant male voice reached her ears:
"It's been nice talking to you, but I think both you and Maggie should share my disrespect for the man who lost so ridiculously."
"You all take it for granted, and I am the one and only one."
"It's a pity that your soul is too resistant to me, but it's enough."
Sure enough, whether in flesh and blood or soul, she was very useful to Voldemort.
To the Dark Lord, this is the meaning of blood relationship.
The one and only one, humph....all equally arrogant and disgusting.
Della didn't know if she would show the disgust that she usually suppressed on her face as she was about to faint. She just wanted to cast a torturous curse on this unusual Voldemort.
But in Della's view, the past, present and future are consistent.
You must never fail so ridiculously, Tom Riddle.
I'm so sorry for Draco for taking such a risk. I wonder how he'll cry afterwards...
With such thoughts in mind, Della fell into darkness completely.
"Did you expect this? I should have talked to you for a while longer." Tom Riddle, whose soul had already solidified, looked around the neatly packed room and raised his eyebrows.
"It seems that I can't get your wand..." Tom murmured, a trace of sadness on his handsome face. He turned around the room a few times without giving up, and when he was sure that he couldn't find the wand, he shrugged his shoulders resignedly.
"What a pity! The climax of the show could have been much better." Tom sighed. He squatted down beside Della and reached out to brush away a few strands of hair from her face. After carefully examining Della's facial features that were too similar to his own, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
He really couldn't understand how he, who should be at the top in the future, had become a joke now. He was also surprised by Della, who suddenly appeared and looked and behaved very similar to him.
But it doesn't matter, he will get everything back on track.
With a more energetic attitude, take back everything he deserves.
Thinking of this, Tom picked up the unconscious Della with both hands. At the same time, the diary on the table flew to his side and moved towards the door with Tom.