Chapter 91 My Name is Bruce Wayne "Complete control of the five senses?" The more I listen to it, the less it sounds like a spell that a good person could use. Bruce thought, is it necessary to go to this extent just to break a rebound spell? Professor Gale is very happy now. He feels that he has easily proved that Grindelwald is stronger than Dumbledore. Bruce was forced by him to learn spells. Even just knowing the spells was not enough; he had to master them. Gail doesn't want to ruin his reputation because of Bruce's mistake. …… Half an hour later, Professor Gail's extra lesson ended. Bruce learned the illusion spell and successfully created an illusion that satisfied him.
"Bruce, remember to train your imagination more in the future." Professor Gale gently reminded, "Only if your imagination is rich enough can you construct a more realistic illusion." Bruce nodded to show that he remembered it. Originally, according to Professor Gail's habit, he should have kicked Bruce out of the classroom directly after the class. But this time, he didn't do so. Instead, he seemed a little hesitant and uncertain, as if he wanted to say something. "Bruce——" He finally spoke, "I would like to ask you to do me a small favor. I wonder if it is convenient for you." "Professor, go ahead." Bruce had no reason to hesitate. Professor Gale taught him magic, so it was only right for him to help out a little. But it’s best to just be a small favor. "It's like this. As you know, there have been two accidents in the school now." Professor Gale said slowly, "Now people inside and outside the school are very uneasy about this. I have thought of a good idea that may be of some use, but your principal disagrees." He then told Bruce about psychic magic and explained Dumbledore's reasons for opposing it. "He is too soft-hearted after all. The safety of so many students in the school is more important than a professor." Gale sighed, "At this critical moment, the principal should show more courage." The more Bruce listened, the more he felt something was wrong. Could it be that Gail wanted to be the principal? That's not okay. There is only one headmaster in Bruce's heart, Dumbledore. unless--
Fortunately, that's not what Gail meant, and Bruce doesn't need to think about it further. "I really want to stick to my idea, but Dumbledore is the headmaster after all. After thinking it over, I came up with a compromise." Professor Gale raised his hand and a diary flew into his hands. "Since we can't channel Snape's soul into reality, let's just do the reverse channeling and send a soul into his dream!" Bruce admitted that the idea was interesting. Gail handed him the journal. "I had already had an argument with Dumbledore before, and now suddenly proposing such a plan seems like I am admitting my mistake." Gale said, "So Bruce, I hope you can do me a small favor and say that you found this diary. Dumbledore should be able to figure out what to do next." what? Bruce really didn't expect things to turn out this way. He looked at the diary in his hand and could vaguely feel that there was dark magic flowing in the diary. "This diary was originally a Horcrux, and it contains an evil soul." Gale explained, "But it doesn't matter. I have solved all the black magic on it, and I have also trained the soul inside. He will be obedient." Black magic... all solved? He stared at Gale with a suspicious look: "Professor, there is clearly some residual black magic in this diary!" "I did it on purpose." Gale waved his hand and said, "Only if I retain some of the original dark magic, Dumbledore will believe that this Horcrux was not made by me." Okay. Bruce believed this. After all, the black magic in the diary was indeed very weak and posed no threat to him. He put away his diary and prepared to leave when Professor Gale gave him some final advice. "Bruce, if you don't mind, you can chat with the soul inside." He thought for a moment and said, "That soul... is quite interesting." …… Bruce left the duel classroom. He walked to the cafeteria and talked to Katum. "Katum, I suddenly have a guess." He recalled the conversation in the classroom just now, "I think Professor Gale might have been a very famous dark wizard when he was young." It's hard not to be suspicious of him given his familiarity with all kinds of black magic. "Wow, now that you put it that does make sense." Owl agreed emotionlessly, "I really hadn't thought of that at all."
Katum recently read a book on parenting that said one should be a parent who doesn't spoil the fun. That should be it. Bruce heard the sarcasm in Owl's tone and immediately lost interest in continuing. The man and the bird fell silent. Then, as they passed Professor Flitwick's office, they saw a little witch and a ghost standing in the corridor talking. Bruce vaguely remembered that the little witch was a first-year student in Ravenclaw, named Ravenna. And the ghost next to her is the ghost of Ravenclaw, Ms. Grey. "So that's it!" Ravenna smiled at Ms. Grey and said, "Then I will go look for it later. Thank you, Ms. Grey." She said goodbye to Ms. Grey and turned to leave, passing Bruce. Katum's eyes followed Ravenna until she was completely out of sight. "interesting." Owl murmured, "What is she doing on the fifth floor?" There is nothing on the fifth floor of Hogwarts Castle, only the restricted book area, abandoned classrooms and bathrooms. Is that where Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets is? "What are you looking at?" Bruce's voice suddenly came, and he directly exposed Katum's crime. "You stupid owl, you keep peeking at the little witch!" "Nonsense! It's the nature of an owl to spy on people secretly, without any purpose!" Katoom said directly, "I think there may be some hidden area on the fifth floor of Hogwarts. How about we explore it at night?" "Not today." Bruce shook his head, he did have things to do tonight. He wanted to talk to the fun soul that Professor Gale mentioned and see how fun it was. …… The night is getting darker. Bruce sat on the bed, flipping through the diary. The pages were all blank, without any trace of ink. Only on the first page could one make out a name written in illegible ink: TM Riddle. Is this the diary's original owner, the name of the soul inside?
He doesn't look like a serious person. Bruce took out a bottle of ink, dipped his quill in it, and let a drop of ink fall on the first page of the diary. The ink shone brightly on the paper for a second, then seemed to be absorbed into the paper and disappeared without a trace. Bruce dipped his quill into ink again and wrote: "My name is Bruce Wayne." (End of this chapter)