Chapter 283: Come on, Tom, Let's Hurt Each Other
Chapter 283: Come on, Tom, Let's Hurt Each Other
After encountering Lucius in the courtyard, the group's mood was somewhat affected, and they returned to the castle in silence. Each of them went back to their respective Common Rooms.
The next day, Ron was still in the hospital wing.
According to Slytherin students, Malfoy seemed to have been taken away by his father to St. Mungo's.
Kyle didn't pay much attention to this.
He had more important matters to attend to today.
After breakfast, Fred and George were summoned by Wood for Quidditch training.
Kyle went to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor and spent the entire morning transferring the Mooncalfs and some of the plants into his trunk.
However, he left the plants with slow growth cycles, such as the Venomous Tentacles, untouched.
The seeds of these plants were compensation from the Ministry of Magic from last year, and it had only been a year since then. They were still in the early stages of growth, and the special properties of the Room of Requirement allowed them to thrive better.
There was plenty of time later; no need to rush now...
After transferring the last Mooncalf, Kyle returned to the small room at the entrance of his trunk.
However, instead of leaving, he retrieved a box from under the bed.
After seeing Lucius Malfoy yesterday, Kyle remembered that he hadn't checked the diary since Fox's last visit.
He wondered how Riddle was doing...
Kyle took out the Dragon Blood he had purchased from Diagon Alley and poured it into an empty ink bottle, adding a bit of clear water to it.
Dragon Blood was so expensive; he wanted to save as much as possible.
After finishing this, he finally opened the diary.
Soon, a faint line of text appeared.
[I'm sorry, I haven't fully recovered yet.]
[I don't know what's wrong, but my recovery of magic power is extremely slow.]
"It's okay, I brought Dragon Blood," Kyle wrote with a quill, and the words appeared in red.
The words were quickly absorbed.
After a few seconds...
[Strange, it is indeed Dragon Blood, but the magical power within is so weak.]
"I don't know either..." Kyle wrote, "I bought it from Diagon Alley."
[Then you chose the wrong shop. This isn't pure Dragon Blood.]
"Is it useless to you?"
[Although the effect is significantly weaker, it's still useful.]
These words were much clearer than before. Kyle nodded in his mind; as long as it worked, there was no need to be so demanding.
With the Riddle Point Reader back online, Kyle continued to ask about the arrangement of magical texts...
But Riddle's mind was elsewhere. He was very concerned about something Kyle had said earlier.
Who was this person... who could easily kill an enemy that even Dumbledore found challenging?
The name Kyle had mentioned, which sounded strange, might very well be his future self.
An enemy that even Dumbledore found challenging must be... him and no one else. No one else had the qualifications.
He eagerly wanted to know more and the reason for his failure.
After patiently answering a few of Kyle's questions, Riddle couldn't hold back any longer.
[I remember you said someone was stronger than Dumbledore. Is that true?]
[And... what's his name? Is he from my era?]
Kyle looked up from the pile of magical texts and glanced at the diary, casually writing:
"Do you care that much about this?"
[Just very curious.]
Riddle replied.
[After all, in my memory, Professor Dumbledore has always been the strongest, and he was the goal I strived to catch up to.]
[Ever since you said someone surpassed him, I've been thinking about this.]
"No wonder, I thought your answer just now was a lot slower than usual."
"It's not my fault, I really can't concentrate."
"I understand..."
Kyle looked at the parchment, at the combination formula he had just written down, his fingers lightly tapping on the table.
Although this arrangement looked normal and no different from the previous ones, by chance, Kyle recognized two of the symbols.
In Niccolme's alchemical books, it was clearly written that the symbols representing "light" and "touch" should never be directly connected, and there must be a buffer in between.
Otherwise, the alchemical items created would have a 90% chance of exploding immediately.
Was this intentional?
Or was it an accident...
Kyle hesitated, but didn't mention this.
It wouldn't help to say it, Riddle could easily make an excuse that he was thinking of something else and forgot for a moment.
Moreover, if he knew that Kyle had read books related to alchemy, he would definitely be more discreet when causing trouble.
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This is going to be a problem...
Kyle sighed, lightly drew a line on the parchment, and used a clip to take some of the nutrient prepared by the Venomous Tentacle and threw it into the ink bottle, stirring it.
Then he dipped the quill pen in the new "ink" and wrote:
"I'm sorry, Tom, I was just joking with you before. The person who killed that Dark Wizard isn't as strong as Professor Dumbledore."
"So it was just a joke... But I guessed it already."
Riddle's handwriting became even clearer.
"I knew it, no one could be stronger than Professor Dumbledore..."
"No, Tom, you're wrong."
Kyle wrote, "In fact, Professor Dumbledore isn't even second on the list."
"What?"
"I was afraid you wouldn't accept it, but now I've decided to tell you the truth...
In fact, there are many hidden families in the magical world, who have inherited their power for thousands of years and possess incredibly powerful abilities, able to move mountains and fill the sea with ease.
But these families rarely appear before ordinary wizards, only silently safeguarding the safety of the magical world in the shadows."
"This is impossible!"
"If that's the case, why did I meet so many mediocre people when I was in school?"
Riddle's handwriting became so messy that the words were all connected.
"They won't come to Hogwarts, it's all about family inheritance... I know it's hard to believe, but this is the truth."
This time, Riddle didn't respond.
After a long time, words appeared on the diary again.
"If that's the case, how did you know?"
"Many people know..."
"It was more than a decade ago, that Dark Wizard called Voldemort... His followers were rampant, and once, in front of many people, they shouted, 'My Dark Lord has the form of a god,' angering those people.
So an old man came out, holding a two-handed sword and nearly killing that Dark Lord."
The diary fell silent again for a long time.
...
"What happened to that Dark Lord later?"
"It was probably just a few days later, he died in the hands of a baby, and this is the only reported news."
As he spoke, Kyle also stuck the prepared newspaper clipping onto the diary.
Ten minutes passed...
"Tom, Tom, are you still there?"
This time, the diary seemed broken, and there was no response at all.
...
(End of Chapter)
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