Chapter 1670

Looking at the flowery signature on the title page, Professor McGonagall seems to be back in the past, when Voldemort was Tom Marvolo Riedel.

At that time, Dumbledore was just a professor of metamorphosis at Hogwarts, McGonagall was his teaching assistant, and Tom was just an ordinary child picked up from an orphanage.

Maybe not so common, because his middle name is from his grandfather, Marvolo Gunter, and Gunter is a direct descendant of Slytherin. Unfortunately, Marvolo's daughter falls in love with a Muggle, which is Tom's father.

Tom himself is not the product of love, but the result of ecstasy. He never knows what love is, but also inherits Slytherin's overbearing and arrogant character.

In retrospect, Professor McGonagall seems to have seen Tom, a student, who, since the first grade, has despised anything that ties him to others, anything that makes him seem ordinary.

Even at that time, he wanted to be different, lonely and famous.

At that time, Dumbledore hoped to be able to train Tom into a useful person by more severe means, but Tom was admitted to school in 1938. The things Greenwood made always pestered Dumbledore, making him unable to focus on the cultivation of students.

It was not until 1945, when Greenwood was defeated and imprisoned and everything calmed down, that Dumbledore found that Tom, who graduated from grade seven, had established a fanatical "Death Eater" of extreme pure blood, and put on the rag black robe that seemed never to be changed.

After 1956, Tom began to call himself Voldemort and did a lot of big crimes. Then came the rise of the second generation of Dark Lord, the war between death eaters and the order of the Phoenix, until he was accidentally defeated by Harry Potter in 1981.

"Time flies." Professor McGonagall sighed. She pushed her glasses. "This diary is indeed Riedel's, and I recognize his handwriting."

McGonagall began teaching at Hogwarts in 1910. Before that, she had worked in the Ministry of magic for two years. During that time, she had left for some time because of a marriage. But she didn't like London, she liked it more.

Frivy took over the book and looked at it. He also confirmed McGonagall's statement, but he was not as serious as her: "it's true that life passed quickly. I still remember when we were at school. You were my partner at the top three ball game. But now? You only dance with Dumbledore. "

"Don't mention those things in front of the students!" McGonagall glared at Livy, but his face was a little red. "Aren't you ashamed to say something about the beginning of the century?"

"Then you're going to dance with me at the Christmas party this year." A magic wand, no doubt, it's a magic wand. It's a magic wand. It can't work

He also planned to let Snape look at his diary, but the professor of potions just shook his head coldly. He put his hand in his broad robe and didn't mean to take over.

"I don't dance and I don't look at it."

"Come on, show me." At this time, the sports Professor sitting on the other side of the round table held out his hand with an expectant expression on his face: "my pen is ready. I have a lot of questions that I need to be answered by the seventh grader Slytherin."

"Then help me persuade Mileva." Professor flyaway kept his diary behind him as a bargaining chip: "Professor Trelawney can't dance at all. She's always stepping on my feet. I have to change partners this year, and Dumbledore is not here yet."

"Are you too busy to dance when you are old? Let me teach you square dance or yangko dance. "

Su Ming is helpless. Does he still dislike the youngest divination Professor among female professors? He seems to have a deep complaint about dancing.

Professor McGonagall snatched the diary book from flyaway's hand, threw it across the table to Professor Wilson, and knocked him on the head:

"if the headmaster can't come back at that time, I'll jump with you if you don't curse your legs. You made your legs one meter five. Do you know how humiliating I was at the party? People say you came on Muggle stilts. "

McGonagall and Frey are students of the same grade and have always had a good relationship.

At the beginning, they were treated the same way by the division hats. They were all entangled in their heads for more than five minutes. They were not sure whether they should go to Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.

It turned out to be one on one side, and frivy sometimes joked with McGonagall about it, saying that if the order of the two divisions were reversed, he might be Dean Gryffindor now.

In fact, they are also friends of the same level with Pomona spruot, who is now the dean of hechpatch and professor of herbalism.

For the interaction between professors, Hermione did not know what kind of expression she should show, or even whether she should pretend not to hear the words.

And the girl named Ginny had been peeping at her, and Hermione began to have a premonition of being chased.

Until the sports professor got the diary and spread it out on the table in front of her, she was still a little confused."Start a brain block, I say, you write." Su Ming said.

"Why me?" Although Hermione said it, she took the pen and waited for the following.

The professor looked at Livy and then at Snape: "this is Voldemort's diary. It may be able to identify the age and gender of the users. It thinks that younger students are more likely to cheat, so I'll let you do it."

"When you block the brain, you can constantly emphasize false information and think that you are miss Ginny Weasley, so that it can obtain false information, which is a more advanced application of brain sealing."

Snape remained expressionless, but gave Hermione some advice.

"That man! The one who can't mention his name

Ginny was stunned. She sat next to Professor McGonagall. She didn't know where to put her hands, so she chose to start tearing her hair.

Professor McGonagall took her hand and patted her on the back to calm her down: "don't be afraid, we are all here. But you have to thank Hermione and Luna. If they hadn't discovered something wrong with your diary, we wouldn't have realized it, and it's not too late. "

"In fact, Voldemort's relationship with Tom Riedel is well recognized." There was smoke coming out of his wand, and he wrote Tom's full name, Tom Marvolo Riedel, in the air, and with a wave of his wand, the letters were scrambled and rearranged to form a new line of words.

"I am Voldemort."

Ginny shrank in Professor McGonagall's arms, and she trembled with fear.

Hermione pursed her mouth, looked at the floating words and shook her head. It was clear that the diary was first put forward by the sports Professor, but she put the credit on herself and Luna. I don't know what to think.

But be obedient.

She took a deep breath, grinned awkwardly at Ginny's grateful look and picked up her pen: "what to write?"

Su Ming's eyes narrowed and touched his beard on his chin:

"it is known that a black wizard likes to fly. He rides a broomstick from the place where the altitude is zero and rises vertically into the sky. The speed is 100 meters per second, and the target is the sun. But he stops to eat every eight hours, five minutes. It takes five minutes to stop every two hours. So when will Nick Frey die

"Are you serious?"

Hermione's eyes turned to a dead fish, and her pen almost fell off.

"Just write it."

Su Ming looks at the diary with a serious face.

Hermione looked helplessly at Professor flyaway, and the sports professor went mad again. Perhaps only the dean who had the best relationship with him could persuade him.

However, both Floyd and Luna looked interested, as if they wanted to know the answer.

Speechless Hermione can only write the question in the diary, in order to imitate like, the sports professor also borrowed Ginny's magic history paper, so that Hermione can imitate Ginny's handwriting with magic quills.

She wrote down the question, but the diary didn't respond. She even worried that she was found out.

However, the diary has no eyes. Even if a professor opened it before, he did not write on it. The soul in the Horcrux should be similar to that of the blind. Writing is the only means of communication.

Just then her handwriting disappeared and another dark string of writing reappeared from the paper:

"who is Nick Frey?! Does he have the problem of frequent urination and endless urination?! Why do you expect him to die? "

Hermione covered her forehead and didn't know what was going on. Suddenly she thought that the diary said what she wanted to make complaints about. She also felt the pain of Voldemort's soul.

However, Professor Wilson, who was sitting on the side, sneered at the answer and launched a tactical tilt back at the back of the chair:

"Voldemort, that's all."

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