Chapter 104: Nutrient-rich offering (Edited)

Having decided to get the clue to the Chamber of Secrets, Tom didn't think twice about pulling out Riddle's diary.

Tom: "Are the major here?"

Diary: "No."

Tom: "..."

It took a few seconds for a line of somber writing to appear in the journal jar, "The conversation I had with you earlier took too much of my strength.... I'm sorry, Tom, I may not be able to be with you much longer..."

The scene was like the end of Doraemon and Nobita, a young wizard might have cried, but Tom didn't feel the slightest psychological disturbance, and even felt that Riddle was insulting his intelligence: who would believe that Voldemort's Horcrux could last only three hours? If talking could kill a Horcrux, then Dumbledore would have started "talk therapy" long ago.

But Tom was quick to write in his diary, "Major! How can I help you? what do I have to do?"

"Sacrifice some living creature for me, don't worry, no human sacrifices." The journal responded quickly, as quickly as a rental agent can respond to a message when you haven't paid him.

Tom was in a bind: where was he going to find a sacrifice for Riddle? And he had to control the amount: not too much, so as not to regain too much strength, but not too little, so that he wouldn't ask for sacrifices for a while.

In the midst of his sorrows, Tom saw something moving in the corner, and when he looked, it was a cockroach!

Cockroaches are tenacious and their footprints are all over the gamut of human activities. Even magicians can't get rid of them. As a thousand-year-old castle, the presence of cockroaches is also reasonable.

A biologist once concluded, based on the ecological habits of cockroaches, that if there were ever a global nuclear war on Earth, all life in the affected area, including humans and even fish, would disappear, except for the cockroaches!

Although the house elves, the headmasters and all the students and teachers have been relentless in their attempts to exterminate the cockroaches, they are relentless, even with one massacre after another, It is too difficult to eradicate them from the castle!

Tom had an immature idea: let the Horcrux of Voldemort, the Dark Lord, the most evil dark wizard of all time, feed on a cockroach. Now the idea was in motion, it was just a matter of getting into action.

Tom walked to the corner and, with a snort, tossed Riddle's diary to the cockroach. Sensing danger, the cockroach quickly tried to escape, but was caught by a black mist that emerged from the diary and disappeared without a trace.

It seemed that Riddle could not tell what it had absorbed.

A line appeared in the journal, "The creature now, though small, has a strong vitality, what is it?"

Tom: "An ancient creature, some scholars speculate that they will not become extinct even if the wizard disappears from the world."

"I can't believe I've never heard of it, there's no end to what can be learned!" lamented Riddle.

Diary: "By the way, friend, have you heard anything about my creator, Tom Riddle? I'm curious, could you tell me a little about him?"

"To be honest, I haven't heard of the man." Tom wrote.

Yes, the person Tom heard from was Voldemort, how did he know who Riddle was?

Riddle's Diary: "..."

Diary: "Is Professor Armando Dippet still the headmaster now? I remember he was very old in my day."

Tom: "The headmaster now is Dumbledore."

"So it is him," Riddle's journal let out an exclamation, "I didn't think it would be that hypocrite who became Headmaster. You must be careful with him, my son, he seems so straight, but he has a lot of ideas inside."

"Yes, I know." Tom wrote in his diary, "By the way, sir, do you have any ambitions in life?"

Riddle was enthusiastic on the subject, "My ambition is to stay at Hogwarts as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, I know a lot about the subject. But now that Dumbledore has become headmaster, I'm sure I'm not a professor."

"If you were the professor, how would you teach the students?" Tom pulled out his notebook and quill.

"I, for one, would make sure the students knew what dark magic was first, how can you defend yourself if you don't know what it is?" Riddle gave Tom his own idea of teaching, not unlike what young Crouch had done.

Later, Riddle refocused the conversation on getting stronger: "In my opinion, you're not strong enough yet, my friend."

Tom: "Oh?"

Diary: "I know a legendary place, where the treasure of one of the Four Founders of Hogwarts, Salazar Slytherin, is hidden! It is also known as the Chamber of Secrets."

Tom raised an eyebrow, "I have heard that only a Slytherin descendant can open the Chamber of Secrets, and that when it is opened, the person who opens it will do Slytherin's bidding and completely remove Muggle-born wizards from the school."

"This is all hearsay, in fact, according to my research, there must be some Slytherin notes left in the Chamber of Secrets, and the requirement to open the Chamber of Secrets is not a bloodline, but a rare language, don't worry about that, I can do it for you. If you provide me with enough sacrifices, I can open the Chamber of Secrets for you." Riddle wrote immediately, trying to dispel Tom's doubts, so that he would not suspect him.

There was a great deal of hidden malice in Riddle's words. What was in the Chamber of Secrets? A Basilisk. How does Riddle regain his strength? By absorbing the life force.

And what will Tom experience?

Most likely a victim of the opening of the Chamber of Secrets.

Tom replied casually, "Well, that sounds very good, sir, I'll go find him a sacrifice." He then closed the journal.

He put the diary away in a drawer, his eyes sharpened: Riddle's foxtail, at last, was visible.

The danger of Riddle's diary had grown, Tom thought, and he needed to rob him of all knowledge and get rid of it.

Tom stood up, first as a unicorn to clear his mind, then as Lockhart, looked in the mirror to make sure he was flawless, and left the office, heading for the library.

Tom entered the library he had entered countless times before, only this time as a teacher.

On the Saturday of the first week of school, the library was completely empty of students and Tom was the first visitor.