Chapter 93 I am a good owl The line of text flashed on the paper and was sucked in, leaving no trace. After Bruce waited for a while, words he had never written before seeped out of the paper, forming a paragraph. But there seems to be something wrong with this passage no matter how you look at it. "Lord Green, please stop testing me!" For a moment, Bruce didn't know how to answer. He remembered what Professor Gale had said before, that there was a very interesting soul in the diary. But now it seems... What on earth did Professor Gale do to this soul to make him so frightened? Even Bruce felt a little sorry for this guy. He wrote in the diary: "I am not Mr. Green. I picked up this diary."
The diary didn't answer, and seemed to completely disbelieve Bruce's words. "It's true. I didn't lie to you." Bruce thought about it and tried his best to appear innocent and harmless. “The Lord Green you mentioned, do you mean Professor Gail Green? "He is indeed very fierce, and none of our classmates like him." After a moment of silence, the diary finally slowly emerged with a passage: “Last time you said you were a first-year girl at Hogwarts, pretending to open your heart to me and tricking me into absorbing your soul. "What was the result? Do you think I forgot? "I won't make the same mistake again!" this-- Although they were just simple words, Bruce could see endless resentment in them. This soul of black magic has been trapped and enforced by Professor Gale countless times. What kind of ultimate humiliation did he go through to have the life experience he has today? No one can understand. Bruce couldn't think of how to continue the conversation. At this moment, Katoom jumped onto the bed and stood next to the diary. He whispered to Bruce telepathically: "Talk to him about The Boy-Who-Lived. I think he'll be very interested!" Chatting with the diary about Harry? Bruce was a little confused. Judging from the faded date on the cover of the diary, it was not difficult to tell that this was a diary from fifty years ago. Fifty years ago, Harry's father wasn't even born! But now the progress bar is not moving anyway, so Bruce might as well give it a try and listen to Katum.
"I'm really not Professor Green. I'm just an introverted boy who's not good at speaking." He wrote in his diary, “I am very lonely in this school. No one ever wants to play with me. I can only talk to owls every day. "I saw Riddle's name written in the diary. Is your name Riddle? "Riddle, can you be my friend and listen to my true feelings?" The diary did not answer. Bruce waited for a moment and continued writing on it. "The person I hate the most is Harry Potter from Gryffindor College. "Everyone loved him, everyone was around him, he was like the sun. “Compared to him, I’m like a gutter rat. "I hate him so much. Didn't Scarhead defeat Voldemort when he was a child? I don't believe he did it on his own!" Bruce became more and more excited as he wrote. He didn't know why, but his thoughts flowed very smoothly when he wrote these words. Just like there really is such a person in reality. Katum looked at the words and suddenly asked, "Why did you write yourself as Malfoy?" what? Bruce woke up from his dream. He said that the more he read this description, the more familiar it became! "Congratulations Bruce, you have finally mastered the essence of lying." Katoom laughed, "Nine true and one false, Merlin can't tell the truth even if he comes!" Bruce didn't know what was so funny. He felt that he had gone off topic and the diary might not pay attention to him anymore. Who would want to be friends with Malfoy? However, things developed unexpectedly. In the diary, the words Bruce originally wrote, "defeated Voldemort" were circled. A line of words slowly appeared. "Elaborate." The answer actually changed! Bruce's eyes sharpened. No matter what the topic was, Riddle looked lifeless. But now the news that Voldemort had been defeated gave him a new answer. This can only prove one thing. Riddle's interest in Voldemort's defeat outweighed his fear of Professor Gale! why? A guess emerged in Bruce's mind.
Fifty years ago... Bruce began to calculate the time. When did Voldemort start to rise to power? According to records in the history of magic, the Dark Lord's power reached its peak in the 1970s, and he was in his prime. If you calculate it this way, the timing is right! "Katum!" Bruce asked in his mind, "Could this Riddle be Voldemort?" "You reasoned pretty quickly this time." The owl did not hide anything. "It is indeed him. His full name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. If you rearrange the order of the letters, you will get the answer." Bruce thought about it for a moment. Tom Marvolo Riddle ——I am Lord Voldemort! This... At this moment, Bruce did not feel any fear. He was not afraid of Voldemort in the first place. But a very strange idea came into my mind. Half-Blood Prince Snape, Voldemort Tom... "Why do they like to give names like this?" Bruce asked Katum, "Aren't they ashamed?" "Why should I be ashamed?" The owl flapped its wings. "I am also King Katum." For the first time in his life, Bruce felt deeply that he didn't fit in. What kind of people are around me? In front of these guys, the name Batman seems ordinary. On the other hand, the diary had obviously become impatient because there had been no response for a while. This was the first time he took the initiative to bring up the topic. "What happened, my dear Bruce? Why didn't you answer my question?" Riddle asked, "Aren't we already good friends?" He was now eager to get more information from Bruce. As Voldemort's sixth-year soul, he is full of confidence in himself and firmly believes that he can achieve great things. But now he suddenly heard that his future self was defeated by a baby, and he didn't know the specific details. How could he not be anxious! "Riddle, are you interested in Voldemort?" Bruce wrote in his diary, "Do you also think Harry Potter is amazing?" Riddle heard something else in the words. He began to accept Bruce's personality as a sensitive little boy, and he always knew how to get along with people like him. "Of course not, my dear Bruce." Riddle said, “Although I am just a diary-keeper, I have heard of the name of Voldemort. He is a very powerful wizard. "How could such a person be defeated by a baby? There must be something hidden!
"This Harry Potter is probably a fraud! "Come on Bruce, tell me more details, and I will work with you to find the loopholes and expose Potter's true face!" His words were both emotional and logical, as if he was completely standing from Bruce's perspective and thinking for him. "I'll tell you, Riddle." Bruce wrote in his journal, "I will tell you everything I know." …… About an hour later, Bruce closed the diary. Through telepathy, he and Katoom conspired in front of Voldemort. "This guy is so full of flattery that I can't stand it anymore." Bruce sighed, "If I were really just an ordinary student, I would probably have regarded him as a close friend." Some of Voldemort's words were just too corny. For example, when he was praising Bruce, he could even say— "You are destined to be a dragon among men, and I am just a humble dust on the roadside. It is the greatest luck of my life to be able to stick to the side of your shoes and walk with you for a while." ——This kind of words. Who can control this? "You should learn more about this kind of talk," Katum said, "and tell me about it later." "You're dreaming." Bruce returned to the topic, "Professor Gale should have discovered Voldemort's identity, right? Then why was he so bold as to hand over the diary to a student?" He even wanted to channel Voldemort's soul into Snape's dream. Is this a plan that normal people can think of? Isn’t Professor Gale really afraid that when Snape wakes up, his soul will be replaced by Voldemort? Bruce sighed, "What now?" Gail came up with the idea on the spur of the moment. Dumbledore would never agree to let Voldemort enter Snape's body. "Don't look so sad, it's not a big problem." Katum thought about it and gave a solution, "It's possible to communicate with the spirit, but it doesn't need to be reversed. Just use the diary to make a link." "What do you mean?" Bruce asked. "Voldemort's diary can absorb other people's souls to strengthen itself." Katum explained, "This is actually a soul connection ability, in this case, let's connect it with Snape. "By then, everything Snape is thinking about will appear in the diary, and what is written in the diary will also be transmitted to Snape's mind.
"Although the process is still risky, with Dumbledore and Professor Gale watching, it shouldn't be a big problem." Bruce understood what the owl meant. That is, to prevent Voldemort from entering Snape's dream directly, but to use the diary as a medium to communicate with the sleeping Snape. This way, Voldemort's soul is still in the diary and won't directly harm Snape. This is indeed a good idea. but-- "Wait, why are you so kind this time?" Bruce suddenly realized that this time Katum was actually seriously trying to find a solution. This made him feel that something was wrong. "Bruce, my heart is broken when you say that." Katoom pretended to cry twice, "Although I am a demon, I also have a heart to save people. I am a good owl!" What bad intentions could an owl have? But Bruce didn't buy it at all. He said, "Don't try to trick me. Even if you want to cheat someone, you don't need to hide it from me, right? Unless you want to cheat me!" "Then you're overthinking it!" The owl put away his fake crying face and said, "I just broadcast Snape's dream live." (End of this chapter)