Chapter 117 Of course I am Lord Voldemort

Dracula frowned when he saw the pendant he had given away two months ago.

The color of the original gloomy wood amulet should be darker than the black ink, as if it contained all the darkness in the world.

However, the amulet hanging around Harry's neck is no longer as black as before, but instead seems to be stained with blood red——

Although it is still black, it is not as pure as before.

This is a phenomenon that only occurs after absorbing multiple powerful black magics. Those black magics that only appear once or twice with weak magic power are simply impossible to change the color of the gloomy wood talisman!

"Don't leave in a hurry, I have something else to ask you." Dracula stopped Harry who was about to open the door and asked seriously, "Have you encountered any dark wizards some time ago? "

"Dark wizards?" Harry asked doubtfully, "No...if we exclude those strange wizards we met in Knockturn Alley."

"Have those dark wizards already taken action against you before you met me?" Dracula frowned slightly.

Harry shook his head blankly.

Dracula also felt that a dark wizard who could survive in Knockturn Alley was not the kind of reckless man who would act hastily.

At that time, Harry suddenly appeared in Knockturn Alley. Those dark wizards who were extremely cautious by nature first tried to test, not sure whether the little wizard had any powerful backstage wandering around.

The dominatrix who stopped Harry should have been the first creature to take the initiative to test, so the gloomy wooden amulet should not have been triggered...

"Could it be that..." Dracula asked slowly, "you were attacked at that Muggle's house?"

"No...Professor, I really didn't encounter any attack!" Harry said without thinking, "If it doesn't count that Uncle Vernon locked me in a room with an iron cage..."

"Wait." Dracula suddenly interrupted Harry and asked with a frown, "Why did he put you in an iron cage, Potter? Has this kind of behavior that is tantamount to abuse often happened before?"

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A cold light appeared in Dracula's eyes.

Dare to imprison his student, and the other person is just a Muggle who has accomplished nothing. This makes Dracula feel very embarrassed!

"Professor, don't be impulsive!" Looking at Dracula's cold eyes, Harry shuddered violently.

Although Harry hates the Dursleys, and this family is very unfriendly to him...but after all, they are the relatives who have raised him since he was a child! Harry also didn't want to let this family die on the street because of his own reasons.

After all, he knew that Professor Dracula would really kill him!

So Harry quickly explained, "Professor, it was actually me who offended Uncle Vernon on my own initiative, so he locked me up..."

"Really?" Dracula narrowed his eyes, and the coldness in his eyes faded a little, "Tell me, how did you provoke him?"

"Because Uncle Vernon hid all my magic-related things, I was a little resentful..." Harry said uneasily, "So I messed up a big business of his..."

After saying this, Harry glanced at Dracula secretly, only to find that his eyebrows furrowed deeper.

"This is not like you, Potter." Dracula said, "I have the impression that you are not a little wizard who would use this method to retaliate against others."

"Maybe it was because my brain got hot at the time..." Harry scratched his head.

"No." Dracula interrupted him again, "Things like this can indeed happen when your brain gets hot, but you know that you can't use magic outside, and you also know that destroying your uncle's big business will definitely make him resent you. But you did it anyway.”

"This is not something that can be explained in a flash of mind. This is called stupidity!"

Dracula's tone was too harsh, and his eyes were full of cold questioning.

Harry's face froze, and he subconsciously wanted to argue that this matter was not done by himself, but by a diary named Tom Riddle...

But Harry couldn't say.

Because Tom didn't want him to reveal its existence, he didn't want to betray his academic mentor and friend.

But Harry's hesitation of less than a second made Dracula see something different.

"Interesting." Dracula suddenly put away his stern face and raised the corners of his lips, "Potter, you didn't tell me the truth, did you?"

"I...I didn't." A flash of panic flashed in Harry's eyes.

"So who are you hiding the truth for? Who is the person who really destroyed your uncle's big business?" Dracula looked at Harry deeply and chuckled.

Harry involuntarily took two steps back and shivered, "No...no, I really did it all alone."

"If I remember correctly, at the end of last semester, you had an argument with more than one person." Dracula followed Harry's retreat and moved forward at the same time, wine-red light flowing in his eyes.

"I remember very clearly. You originally wanted to go to the Potions Professor's office to resolve your grievances with Snape, but you ended up having a big quarrel with him, which intensified the conflict..."

"Not only that, the twins who came to Wes's house also said another thing in front of me - you scolded them fiercely for losing money in a bet... even if you just They are junior students in the same college and friends of their younger brother, so there is absolutely no reason for him to do this."

"Where did the humble, optimistic, and kind-hearted you before you went when your emotions broke out?" Dracula asked softly, "Who are you being bewitched by, Potter?"

Harry finally retreated to the corner, without any room to retreat, but he was still stubborn and refused to say Tom Riddle's name.

"Look at me!" Dracula suddenly enlarged his voice.

Harry subconsciously raised his head and looked at Dracula who was so close.

He saw a pair of burgundy eyes, the twinkling light seemed to have an irresistible charm, making him fall deeply into it——

In the school infirmary, Madam Pomfrey held up a strange diary and asked him if this diary belonged to him. After opening it, the name "Harry James Potter" was written on the title page...

In the Gryffindor common room, Harry accidentally flicked out a drop of ink with his quill, which landed on his diary, but was absorbed by the blank page...

In the dead of night, Harry quietly climbed out of the four-poster bed in the dormitory, leaned on the desk by the window, lit a candle, and then wrote in the diary with the faint light...

In the second half of the first grade, Harry communicated with his diary through text, learned the knowledge left in class, and finally won the first place in Defense Against the Dark Arts...

At No. 4 Privet Drive, the diary came to Harry's room from the cupboard, encouraging him to take revenge on Uncle Vernon, and used magic to trick the big client on his behalf...

In the room blocked by a large iron fence, the diary urged him to use the evil spell...

The last scene is Harry taking out the diary from the bottom of the suitcase before the duel club begins.

Harry suddenly looked away from Dracula's eyes and gasped for air.

He instinctively realized something was wrong and subconsciously protected the diary in his pocket.

"Is it really a diary?" Dracula laughed happily, "I didn't expect that the thing I have been looking for is actually here with you."

He took out a piece of parchment, which was densely filled with evil black magic items.

This is a list of Voldemort's dark magic tools that Lucius sent him after meeting him at the White Dragon Bar.

Nowadays, various other names have been marked with slashes, leaving only a single word circled in bright red ink——

Journal!

"Professor, what are you talking about?" Harry pressed the diary in his arms nervously, making a confused look on his face, "How come the thing you have been looking for is here with me?"

"Potter, it seems that you really regard him as your friend." Dracula suddenly smiled, "I have to admit that you are indeed sincere in your treatment of your friends, and you still want to cover him up at this time. .”

Harry lowered his head in silence and said nothing.

"But I have to tell you a cruel fact..." Dracula leaned down and said softly, "Tom Riddle, whom you trust, has never regarded you as a friend."

"This is impossible!" Harry shouted loudly, "He has always been very good to me. He not only teaches me knowledge, but also talks to me heart-to-heart. When I encounter something unhappy, he will persuade me..."

Harry also knew that he could no longer hide the existence of the diary. But he still didn't want Tom, who was also a teacher and friend, to be misunderstood by Professor Dracula, so he defended angrily.

Dracula didn't pay attention to Harry's argument and just smiled casually, "Do you know what the spell Tom Riddle taught you is exactly?"

Before Harry could answer, Dracula stretched out his hand to his side.

The next moment, a mouse that had lived in the Hogwarts dungeon all year round fell into the hands of Dracula along with a ray of moonlight.

As if feeling the strong dark aura on Dracula's body, the mouse immediately started to tremble.

"Do you know the name of that spell, Potter?" Dracula looked at the mouse in his hand, and slowly took out his wand from his pocket——

"Avada Kedavra."

A dazzling green light suddenly appeared!

The mouse was hit by the green light, lost its breath instantly, and collapsed in Dracula's hands.

"The name of this curse... is called the Death Curse, Potter!" Dracula said word by word.

Harry opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a while.

A scene vaguely emerged in his mind——

A woman was crying beside him, kissing his cheek... Then, an ugly-looking man with distorted features walked in... The next moment, there was a dazzling green light!

"Don't—" Harry suddenly shouted.

The next second, he collapsed on the cold ground, trembling all over...

After a moment of dead silence, Harry took a deep breath and slowly raised his head, seeing Dracula looking at him thoughtfully.

"Professor...what happened to me just now?" he asked uneasily.

Dracula's eyes moved and he was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "It's okay, you may have had a dream, don't take it too seriously."

After that, he forcibly changed the subject, "Riddle, it's come to this moment, are you still stuck in Harry's clothes and don't want to come out?"

A burst of black mist emerged, and a handsome black-haired young man suddenly appeared in front of Harry.

"I knew that one day I would be discovered by you sooner or later, Dracula." His expression did not show any panic at all, but rather a sense of relief, "But I didn't expect this day to come so quickly. I thought I could at least still be alive. There are two months left!”

"You...you are Tom?!" Harry looked at the black-haired young man in front of him and opened his mouth in shock. As expected, the complicated thoughts just now were dispelled by Riddle, "Didn't you mean...you are just a possessor?" Can this diary of thoughts only communicate with me through writing?!”

Such a bizarre scene was as emotional to Harry as a volcanic eruption!

He knew that he had really been deceived. Professor Dracula is right...

Harry leaned against the wall of the office in despair, his eyes almost losing focus.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I did lie to you." Diary Riddle turned back and looked into Harry's dull eyes, "But I had to lie to you. This is the task assigned to me by Voldemort."

"What did you say?" The name of this old enemy brought Harry back from his thoughts. "Did you just say...Voldemort?!"

"Don't you understand yet, Potter?" Dracula sighed softly and looked at the black-haired young man standing next to Harry, "Explain to him, Riddle, what is your identity."

Unexpectedly, Riddle did not resist Dracula's arrangement and just nodded to him gently.

"Voldemort..." Riddle looked at Harry and said softly, "It is my past, present and future, Harry."

He suddenly snatched Harry's wand from his hand, drew a few graceful strokes in the air, and wrote three shining names——

tom marvolo riddle.

Then he waved Harry's wand, and the letters automatically switched places and became—

i am lord voldemort.

"See?" he said softly, "I used this name when I was studying at Hogwarts. Of course, I only used it to my closest friends. Do you think I want to use my name all my life?" That dirty Muggle father's name?"

"No, Harry. I came up with a new name for myself. I know that one day, when I become the greatest wizard in the world, wizards everywhere will not dare to say this name easily!"

Harry's mind seemed to freeze.

He looked at Riddle blankly. This was the man who was once an orphan whose parents died. When he grew up, he actually killed Harry's parents, and so many other people...

But he has regarded this person as his close friend for a long time!

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