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Chapter 116: Do You Want to Play Nice or Get Rough
Chapter 116: Do You Want to Play Nice or Get Rough (Third Update! Subscribe!)
Ivan stared at the Horcrux diary for a moment, a myriad of thoughts flashing through his mind. Finally, he feigned curiosity and asked, "This looks like a book or a notebook. What's it for?"
"I'm not sure, but I do know it's a Dark Magic Item. If you want it, I can sell it to you at a low price", Lucius said vaguely.
Ivan pursed his lips, feeling that the old Malfoy was not taking him, a young Wizard, seriously enough. At least he could have come up with a better excuse. Even if he said it was someone's study notes that could answer questions automatically, it would be better than this dry and unconvincing offer.
However, Ivan didn't know that Lucius genuinely had no idea how to use the Horcrux diary. After all, it was something the Dark Lord had personally given him to keep safe. Who knew what terrifying things it might contain?
So, Lucius had stored it in a secret place and never touched it again. It wasn't until he heard that the Ministry of Magic was thoroughly investigating the proliferation of Dark Magic Items that he took it out, planning to dispose of it somewhere to avoid any trouble with the Ministry of Magic, which might suspect him of having connections with the fallen Dark Lord.
"Do you want it or not?" Lucius asked, growing impatient when he saw Ivan looking at him with a strange expression several times.
"Since we can't confirm its use, it might just be an ordinary diary. How about this: one Bronze Knut?" Ivan took a deep breath, pretending to think for a long time before pulling out a Bronze Knut from his pocket and placing it on the table.
Lucius was instantly amused and angered. One Bronze Knut? Even a Muggle book would cost more than that, and this was a Dark Magic Item!
"The Ministry of Magic is investigating Dark Magic Items, Mr. Malfoy. I'm helping you get rid of a problem."
Ivan put on the airs of a shrewd merchant, trying to drive down the price, but his young age made his offer seem childish and ridiculous, completely ruining the negotiation atmosphere.
But this very performance made Lucius decide.
"Fine! One Bronze Knut!" Lucius gave Ivan a deep look, put down the diary, picked up the Bronze Knut from the table, and left with his snake-headed cane.
Once outside, Lucius casually threw the Bronze Knut into the grass. This was definitely the stupidest deal he had ever made in his life.
He had sold a Dark Magic Item for one Bronze Knut.
However, thinking about the young Wizard who seemed mature on the surface but was still naive at heart, Lucius's face twisted into a dark smile.
This was what the other party wanted to buy. If anything went wrong, it wouldn't be his fault.
After Lucius walked away, Ivan dropped the act and waved his Wand.
"Bronze Knut, come to me!"
A round, slightly rusted coin flew out from the nearby grass and landed directly in Ivan's hand. Lucius's dismissive gesture with the Bronze Knut was more about showing his contempt, but Ivan didn't have a habit of turning down even a single Bronze Knut.
No matter how little, it was still money!
"Looks like you're not worth much to Mr. Malfoy", Ivan said, spinning the coin on the table and sighing.
Ivan was also hesitating about how to approach this Horcrux diary.
Should he be gentle?
Dear Mr. Tom Marvolo Riddle, I am your junior from over fifty years later. Did you ever damage the library's collection while you were at school?
Or should I use a more direct approach?
Ivan thought he might ask Aisia for a Magic Item that can unleash Fiendfyre, to threaten the Horcrux.
See this Fiendfyre? If you don't tell the truth, you're dead!
Ivan hesitated for a long time, then discarded both extreme ideas. After running Occlumency, he gently touched the black cover with his left hand.
Magical Item: Tom Marvolo Riddle's diary (Horcrux)
Magic Power: Strong
Description: This was originally a diary used by Voldemort in his youth to record some information. However, after accidentally obtaining advanced Horcrux knowledge from the Restricted Section, Voldemort performed a ritual of slaughter, splitting his soul and infusing it into the diary, creating his first Horcrux.
After picking it up, Ivan didn't feel any intrusion into his mind, but he didn't let his guard down. He examined the diary from all angles, trying to find any special features, such as Runes.
Unfortunately, Ivan found nothing, indicating that the principle of Horcrux creation differed from his expectations. The driving core was not Runes, but more likely a fragment of the soul.
With this in mind, Ivan cautiously opened the diary, pushing his Occlumency to its limits. On the first page, in faint ink, it read—T.M. Riddle.
[Ding, after some practice, your Occlumency proficiency has improved.]
Ivan paused, finally here.
Tom Riddle's Legilimency was within his expectations, but the system's prompt suggested that the level wasn't too high, roughly matching Ivan's own Occlumency level.
They were evenly matched,
and unlike when facing Dumbledore, the prompts didn't indicate a significant improvement in Occlumency proficiency after a period of intense practice.
In this case, even without using Academic Points to purchase an Experience Card, he could handle the Horcrux diary with ease and even improve his Occlumency proficiency along the way.
Ivan picked up the Quill lying beside him, dipped it in ink, and hesitated about how to approach the conversation when the ink at the tip was suddenly sucked in.
[Hello, I am Tom Riddle.]
A sentence appeared in the empty diary, the faint ink lines forming spontaneously, displayed for a few seconds, then vanished.
Ivan's mind raced, and he quickly wrote down a series of questions.
[Hello, you say your name is Tom Riddle? How old are you this year? Why can you communicate with me? How were you created? Do you have any special abilities?]
After writing, Ivan waited quietly, preparing to see how the diary would fabricate its identity so he could decide how to extract information.
The series of questions temporarily stunned Tom Riddle. After a while, the words Ivan had written in the diary were rearranged into a few lines.
[I am just a diary. The person who made me is called Tom Riddle. He left behind a part of his memory, which is why I can communicate with you.]
Too unoriginal, Ivan sneered. After all this time, you came up with such a cliché identity.
He had expected Tom Riddle to pretend to be a world-renowned Wizard, perhaps even a wise old mentor to deceive him.
(End of Chapter)
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