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Chapter 262: The Private Tutor
Chapter 262: The Private Tutor
As the words faded away, the originally yellowed paper seemed to lighten slightly, as if it had been bleached.
Almost simultaneously, a sentence appeared on the paper, written in a chaotic, cursive style.
Kyle squinted and stared at it for a long time before he could barely make out what it said.
[You must never give this diary to Dumbledore... I mean, Professor Dumbledore is the person I respect the most. I would rather visit him in person than have just a memory. I believe that fifty years later, I would still feel the same way.]
As Kyle read these words, he felt that sense of being watched again, and this time, it was even more pronounced.
At the same time, a faint whisper echoed in his mind, constantly suggesting that he should trust Riddle's words.
However, under the effect of the Mind Concealment Technique, this suggestion became an explicit command, almost as if it were being openly stated.
Does he know both Legilimency and Confundus Charm?
Tsk, tsk, even his name exudes a strong sense of being a Slytherin. This is too much.
Kyle raised an eyebrow, pretending not to know anything, and wrote calmly, "You're right, Tom. It was my oversight."
"I think Headmaster Dumbledore would also prefer that you personally give him the diary."
[Yes, you're right.]
Riddle's handwriting returned to normal.
[So, please don't give it to him, can you?]
"Since you said so... Alright then."
Kyle readily agreed.
After this incident, Riddle didn't dare to ask about other matters and became a well-behaved private tutor, as if afraid that Kyle might suddenly decide to hand the diary over to Dumbledore.
Although Riddle became more obedient, Kyle's experience became worse...
Riddle's handwriting was fading, changing from the initial black to grey, and then to light grey after only a few words.
Finally, when Kyle asked another question about the arrangement of ancient runes, Riddle did not respond.
A very faint line of words appeared in the diary.
[I'm afraid I won't be able to study with you for a while.]
"Why..." Kyle wrote anxiously.
Just as the unit on basic arrangement was about to end, why did it have to fail now?
This was intentional, wasn't it...
[The diary's magic is running low.]
"Does this require magic?"
"But... I remember that the portraits in the castle can always talk."
[It's different. Hogwarts Castle is a very special place with immense magic. The portraits are also part of the castle, so there's no need to worry about the issue of depletion.]
[But I'm just an ordinary diary, and I can only communicate with you through the magic stored within me.]
"What should we do..."
Kyle seemed anxious and quickly asked, "When school starts, can I stick you to the castle wall?"
"I know there's a very smooth wall on the right corridor of the second-floor library. Although a few Gryffindor students have been throwing dungbombs at it, Mr. Filch has cleaned it up, and he even sprayed a fragrance to ensure there's no unpleasant smell."
Riddle fell silent again...
Although he didn't know what dungbombs were, just hearing the name made him certain that it wasn't something good.
Are young wizards these days so wild?
"It's no use, my diary isn't part of the castle, so it won't work even if I put it on the wall."
Perhaps fearing that Kyle couldn't see clearly, the words turned light gray again.
"I can slowly recover on my own, but it might take a bit longer, and during this time, I won't be able to answer your questions."
"Is there anything I can do?"
Kyle glanced at the box beside him that could block magic.
A Nicole LeMay product, its effectiveness was beyond question. If the diary were to recover on its own, it might take more than just a "little" time.
"I have so much more I want to share with you, my new friend."
This was exactly what Riddle was waiting for.
"If you have any questions that need my help, you can use fresh... dragon blood as ink. That will help me recover faster."
"Dragon blood?"
Kyle was taken aback. He had initially thought Riddle wanted some small animals as life-sustaining treasures, but he never expected that what Riddle wanted was dragon blood.
"But Tom... I remember the twelve uses of dragon blood, and none of them include replenishing magical power."
"That's true for wizards, but right now, I'm a diary, and I can absorb the magical power from it..."
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In truth, Riddle wanted unicorn blood. That special blood would allow him to recover faster... and he wouldn't have to worry about curses.
But to avoid raising Kyle's suspicions, he had to settle for dragon blood instead.
"Is giving magical power to special items the thirteenth use of dragon blood?"
"You're amazing, Tom... Even Professor Dumbledore hasn't discovered this."
"Maybe."
Riddle responded perfunctorily, as if he didn't want to discuss anything related to Dumbledore.
"The diary's magic is running low, let's talk about something else."
Kyle raised an eyebrow. "Tom, maybe it's just my imagination, but I feel like you're a little afraid of Professor Dumbledore."
"I admit, I am a bit afraid, but isn't that normal... He's the most powerful wizard."
If the words hadn't disappeared so quickly, Kyle would have wanted to preserve this sentence.
Voldemort admitting his fear of Dumbledore... This would definitely make the front page of the Daily Prophet.
"You're wrong, Tom."
Kyle thought for a moment and wrote,
"Twelve years ago, Dumbledore was the most powerful wizard, but he isn't anymore."
"What?" The handwriting became messy again.
"Twelve years ago, someone defeated a dark wizard of similar strength to Dumbledore without even using a wand..."
"What was his name... I mean, the dark wizard."
"I think it was something like Voldebats or Curved Wing Demon... Never mind, it's not important."
"Okay, Tom, rest well. I'll go find some fresh dragon blood, and we can talk again next time!"
After writing, Kyle immediately closed the diary.
He vaguely saw a new sentence appear inside, and the ink was quite dark.
Although he couldn't make out the words, it didn't matter.
Kyle tossed the diary into the box, closed the lid tightly, and placed it to the side.
He then organized the parchments on the desk, which were filled with various formulas, and began to study them one by one, referring to the Rune Symbols Manual.
...
(End of Chapter)
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