Chapter 258： The little cat who hates writing

Latest URL: "Hello, Feish."

A line of words appeared in the diary again, and now that the words had been picked up, Voldemort didn't need to worry, he was confident that he would slowly lead Feishu to open his heart to him.

"You just said that your name is Tom Riddle, right?"

Fisch wrote quickly in his diary: "t refers to Tom, what does m mean?"

Feish still knew about initials, he was simply curious.

"Marvolo, this is the name I inherited from my grandfather."

Compared to Tom and Riddle, who were from Muggle fathers, Voldemort liked this middle name that proved his wizard's blood more, but after the name Voldemort, it didn't matter.

"Oh, nice to meet you."

"me too, nice to meet you."

Voldemort decided to take the initiative in his own hands, and before Fei Xu started writing, he immediately showed a line of words.

"Excuse me, how did you get my diary?"

"Ulopoulos picked it up and gave it to me."

Feish told the truth. So far, he hasn't seen any flaws, nor can he be sure whether the opponent is Voldemort or whether it is really, as he said, it is a memory sealed in the diary.

"Uroboros? Who is that?"

Voldemort really didn't know, because he had never cared about the name of the basilisk.

"A big snake is also a good friend of mine. He said he found you in a pipe."

"Snake? Are you a snake-like voice?" Voldemort was still pretending to remind him kindly, "Are you Slytherin? If not, don't expose your ability to talk to snakes, because of other The three academies have a prejudice against Snake-Lao accent."

"I'm not a snake-like voice." After writing so many words, Fisch was already a little annoyed, so he flicked his tail twice and skipped the topic very casually. "I can be with all animals by nature. I don’t know the specific reason for speaking.”

"What an enviable talent."

Fortunately, Voldemort didn't intend to entangle Feishe for too long on this issue. After he admired a word, he began to inquire about Feishe's information. Although she had already learned some from Ginny before, she understood after all. limited.

"Then which college are you from?"

Voldemort asked knowingly.

"Glam is so dizzy? It should be like this, right? That's the academy that represents the animal is the lion."

Feishu wrote in his diary with some uncertainty.

He knows how Gryffindor reads, but it’s really not clear how to spell it. Even if Gryffindor is written on the banner of the college, Fisch never paid attention to it, so he was spelling. Several letters were wrong at the time.

"...Gryffindor, don't you even remember the name of your academy?"

Voldemort was speechless, even wondering if Fisch was playing tricks on himself.

"Is there any way. Fei has only learned to write four years ago. Isn't it normal to misspell it?"

Fisch replied confidently.

"Just started learning to write four years ago?"

This intelligence Voldemort remembered the situation of Fisch that Ginny had told him.

Then he realized why it took so long for Fisch to turn out his diary...

The thinking of the other party is fundamentally different from that of an ordinary little wizard!

When Voldemort was annoyed by his failure, Fisch wrote in the diary again.

"Yes, Minerva forced Fisch to learn. Fisch doesn't like to write at all."

At this point, Kitty also felt that there were enough words written today, so she wrote directly in her diary: "If you don't write it, don't write it. I will chat with you later when I have time."

As for confirming whether the other party is Voldemort or not, Kitty has long forgotten about it.

"etc!"

Voldemort in the diary still wanted to have a few more words with Feish, but it was a pity that Feish had closed the diary at this time.

Voldemort: "..."

He has now begun to regret giving the diary to Fisch.

After closing the diary, Fisch realized that the guy inside, who was likely to be Voldemort, might suddenly jump out and set fire, so he instantly jumped away from the marble table and changed back to the cat form, staring at the table. Black diary.

(=`w′=)

After waiting for a while, he found that there was nothing moving in the diary before he became a human again and leaned forward cautiously.

"Is it really not Voldemort Meow?"

Fei Xu scratched his cat's head suspiciously. He didn't understand what was going on, so he didn't think about it anymore. He grabbed the diary and stuffed it back into his magic pocket, and then ran away. Go back to sleep.

Only Voldemort in the diary was left there, sad.

Fortunately, this time, Fisch did not let Voldemort wait too long.

Two days later, the diary was opened again.

"Hello, Riddle."

"Hello, Feish."

Voldemort was relieved to find that Feish hadn't let himself go as before for several months, and he quickly showed a paragraph in the diary for fear that Feish would suddenly run away.

"Can you tell me, what time is it now?"

Voldemort asked, pretending to be communicating with other people for the first time.

"What time?"

Fisch looked up at the ceiling subconsciously.

"It's already night. I don't know what time it is. I just came back from Minerva after listening to the story."

"I'm asking what year this year is. This diary has been discarded for too long. I don't know anything about the outside world now."

Voldemort suppressed the anger in his heart, and continued to pretend to ask.

"which year?"

The kitten shook his ears in doubt, and confidently wrote in the diary: "Fish doesn't know!"

He knows that there is a number that records the year in human society, but cats don't care about that kind of things. He only needs to remember holidays, holidays and his birthday.

Voldemort, who originally wanted to use this as a breakthrough point to continue talking with Fisch, was suffocated again.

Ever since he handed the diary to the little wizard, everything went wrong, and he once again regretted his act of handing the diary to Fisch.

It's just that if you continue to stay with Ginny and control the basilisk to attack other people, you will most likely be hit by Feish, and the basilisk will have no choice but to take the other party...

Is this little wizard his nemesis? !

Riddle in the diary was itchy with hatred, but he had to be patient and continue to wrestle with Fisch.

"Then can you tell me what happened in school recently? I'm very curious about the outside world."

"A few days ago on Valentine's Day, Fisch received a lot of greeting cards, but unfortunately there were no gifts."

"Really? Then you are so popular. I often receive love letters when I am in school."

Knowing that Fisch's thinking is different from that of normal people, Voldemort can only cooperate with him to talk about him, and wait for an opportunity to lead the topic to the topic of Lady Lorice being petrified.

Unfortunately……

"Don't write anymore! Fisch is going back to sleep!"

After the little cat wrote a dozen sentences, she picks up again.

Voldemort: "..."

At present, Voldemort, who is almost powerless, can't interfere with Feish's behavior at all, and can only wait silently.

Although Fisch would intermittently forget that he wanted to confirm whether Tom in the diary was Voldemort, but he was also concerned about it, so he did not completely forget the diary as before, and chatted with Voldemort intermittently. For several days.

Even if there were only ten sentences a day, the topic was finally brought to Mrs. Loris by Voldemort.

When Fisch told Riddle that his good friend had been petrified, and the other party was writing on the wall such things as the opening of the secret room, Voldemort in the diary was so excited that he was about to cry.

"Has the secret room been opened again?"

When this sentence appeared, Voldemort's handwriting was a little trembling. God knows what he has experienced during this period of time in order to bring the unmarginal topics of Fisch.

"The secret room has also been opened before?"

A gleam of light flashed in Fisch's green eyes. Although he was heartless, he still remembered Professor McGonagall's warnings relatively firmly, so he did not reveal the information that he already knew that the chamber was opened by Voldemort.

"When I was in fifth grade the secret room was opened."

The handwriting revealed in the diary became scribbled and messy, as if Tom Riddle couldn't wait to say everything he knew.

"The monster inside killed a student. At that time, the whole school was panicked. I caught the man who opened the secret room and he was expelled, but the principal, Professor Dipeter, felt that this happened at Hogwarts. Shame, forbid me to tell the truth..."

"Ugh……"

ε=(′ο｀*)))

Seeing this, the kitty sighed helplessly. It seemed that his scratching board and shield could not be kept.

I shouldn't write in this diary!

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