Hogwarts vampire professor

Tom Riddle is confused now.

He didn't know what the situation was like now, or what he should do now, or even whether his name was Tom Riddle.

Because in the end, he is just an abandoned diary.

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Time goes back to the day before, in Quirrell's cramped teaching assistant's office.

Quirrell went out to collect his homework, leaving only an illusory figure in the office.

"I'm going to steal the Sorcerer's Stone tomorrow." The shadow of the handsome young man sat quietly by the window, looking at the diary in front of him.

The diary opened a few pages on its own, and a line of beautiful ink appeared on a blank page——

"Haven't you already occupied my body? Do you still need to discuss this matter with me?"

The emotion revealed in the ink stain is very annoyed, and it can be seen that it is very dissatisfied with its body being invaded.

"It seems you haven't figured it out yet. I am the one who created you, and I am the main soul that controls all Horcruxes!" Voldemort's tone also brought a hint of anger, "There is no such thing as the diary of my youth. The memories left behind, how can you have the magical attainments to condense a soul body?!"

"But you still fell on a baby," the diary read.

Voldemort's face twisted for a while, as if he had the urge to tear the diary into pieces.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and calmed down the anger in his heart.

"I didn't take you out to quarrel with you." Voldemort said in a deep voice, "I have something important to tell you. It is related to whether I can be resurrected smoothly, and it is also related to our common future!"

"Don't you want to get your body back? Okay, then I'll give it back to you!"

The ink on the page of the diary suddenly became scattered, which meant that its mood fluctuated violently, and it almost failed to stabilize its handwriting.

"Are you telling the truth? But why do you want to return your body to me?" After a while, the ink marks on the diary formed a new line of writing.

"After absorbing the unicorn's vitality, I no longer need to use your condensed body to move around." Voldemort said.

At the same time, the shadow of the handsome young man was cast directly into the open diary, and another figure with distorted facial features, loss of nose, and no hair appeared in his place at the window.

"Tomorrow's actions are extremely important to me, but my enemy is also extremely powerful." Voldemort, whose face became extremely ugly, said, his red eyes flashing, "Dumbledore and Dracula are both the same now. I can't help but Even if we can use a little trick to hold them back, it won't be able to hold them back for too long."

"Therefore, there is a possibility of failure in tomorrow's operation!"

"Do you need me to do anything?" The diary hesitated for a moment and wrote a line of writing.

"No, you don't have to do anything." Voldemort's eyes were gloomy, "I will find the safest place to put you. You just need to protect your own safety."

"Remember, every Horcrux is my life, and I will never risk my own life. I will possess Quirrell again, and it's enough to have him, a loser, as cannon fodder!"

The diary was silent for a moment and wrote two words:

"I see."

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The diary lay quietly in Voldemort's so-called safest place, and he spent the whole day in fear.

In the evening of the next day, when the sunset was just rising outside the window, Riddle's soul in the diary began to throb crazily.

He suddenly sensed that the state of his main soul, Voldemort, was experiencing extremely violent fluctuations.

Immediately afterwards, the position of the main soul suddenly moved quickly, the distance to him was getting closer and closer, and the reaction between the two became stronger and stronger. At the same time, the main soul's emotions were also mixed with extreme shock and urgency.

Outside the window, a skull carrying a cloud of black smoke seemed to have inadvertently bypassed the eighth floor of the main tower. At the moment when it was closest to the castle, a brief and intense message was sent to the diary——

"Lurking in Hogwarts Castle! The diadem by your side will help you! Get the blood of Harry Potter!!!"

Shortly after receiving the message, a dark full moon suddenly rose in the sky where the red glow had not yet ended.

Afterwards, Riddle in the diary could no longer sense the breath of the main soul...

"well--"

The shadow of the handsome young man emerged from the diary and let out a sigh.

He is confused now and doesn't know what to do next.

Is it like lurking in Hogwarts Castle and trying to get Harry Potter's blood as requested by the main spirit?

He hesitated.

On the one hand, Riddle didn't know what Voldemort wanted Potter's blood for. On the other hand, Dracula and Dumbledore were like two mountains pressing on his head, making him dare not act rashly.

As he was thinking without a clue, he suddenly thought of the second sentence in the text message Voldemort sent him -

"The crown at your side will help you."

Riddle looked around him, but didn't find any crown or anything like that. But he didn't think Voldemort would leave any useless information in such an emergency.

So Riddle raised his head and looked around the room.

He was standing in a room the size of a cathedral. The high windows cast the beams of the setting sun, illuminating countless old or quaint objects. They were piled up like mountains, forming a city with high walls - those were all It is made up of items hidden by Hogwarts students or professors over the years.

"The Room of Requirement?" Riddle whispered to himself.

When Voldemort was young, he mentioned this magical place in his diary. Therefore, Tom Riddle, who was born in the Horcrux in the diary, quickly identified his location.

Riddle had the idea of ​​exploring the secret.

He picked up the blank diary and moved along the narrow passage left among the various debris.

The aisles are filled with crumbling broken furniture, which may have been stuffed here to hide evidence of spellcasting errors; thousands of books are placed together, most of which are banned books, scrawled books or stolen books. Books came in; some broken bottles contained solidified magic potions, and several plugged bottles were still shining with evil light; there were also several rusty swords and a blood-stained axe...

Riddle looked at the objects around him carefully, and suddenly, he gradually felt hoarse calls in the depths of his soul——

He could sense that the object from which the call came came from the same source as him.

It's another of Voldemort's Horcruxes!

Riddle suddenly turned around, turned into a path among the treasure piles, passed a giant monster specimen that still exuded a stench, and walked quickly towards the place where the call came from.

Finally, he stopped in front of a large cabinet with a blistered surface that looked like acid had been poured on it.

There is a crate next to the cabinet, with a shabby statue of an ugly old wizard on it. A rusty and dark crown is quietly hidden behind the statue.

The setting sun slowly sank under the black lake, and two moons of different colors lit up in the sky. A soft and cold moonlight was projected from the high window of the room.

Under the moonlight, a clear sapphire shines brightly on the rusty crown.

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