Chapter 134: This Is Really Interesting

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The young wizards streamed out of the classroom, immediately starting discussions about the just-finished lesson as soon as they left. The entire corridor felt like it had been invaded by dozens of goats.

"Oh my, with just that— the spider died!"

"And the wandless magic, so cool—"

"He's really knowledgeable..."

The young wizards were all discussing Professor Lohart's cool spell. There was one exception, a girl with wild, waist-length dirty golden hair.

Her gaze was erratic, as if she were constantly thinking about something else. Despite the crowded corridor, she moved lightly like a small rabbit. Many students of the same year avoided her, as if avoiding something strange.

Many called her "Luna, the Crazy Girl."

Inside the classroom, a different scene unfolded.

Peggy timidly walked up to Tom. "Professor, I'm sorry, I said something wrong in class..."

"No, no, you don't need to apologize. It's normal for people to have different opinions," Tom rubbed his forehead, "But I'm a bit curious, why did you say that?"

Peggy looked a bit surprised, "Because my dad and others think so."

Before Tom could say anything, she continued, "At my mother's funeral, he taught me: everyone will die, don't be sad. I think he makes sense."

Tom: ...

"Professor Lohart, is there anything else?"

Tom slightly snapped back to reality, looking at Peggy, "It's okay, you can go back. I won't disturb you further."

Watching Peggy walk away, Tom felt a headache. In the end, he shook his head, "Well, I'm not a psychology expert. Let the headmaster and Dumbledore worry about these things."

...

Night fell, and the first-year witches of Ravenclaw, after discussing Professor Lohart's class, entered dreamland one after another. Peggy lay on her bed, staring at the figure on the opposite bed.

She had been observing Victoire for several days. She noticed that every night, Victoire would spend a long time writing and drawing in a diary. So, she had the idea of taking a look at that diary.

She wasn't a generous person. Victoire had been bothering her repeatedly, so she planned to give this guy a lesson.

Patiently waiting for Victoire to stop writing, Peggy quickly noticed the silence behind the curtain. Victoire had been feeling tired recently, often dozing off during class. She seemed absent-minded, had poor memory, and couldn't even recall what happened yesterday.

This situation was more common at night. Sometimes she would be in a daze, and ten minutes would pass without writing a single word, her mind blank.

She reported this situation to Riddle and, in return, Riddle suggested that it might be due to excessive staying up late. He promised to teach her a potion recipe to restore energy.

Tonight, after chatting with Senior Riddle for a while, she was already extremely sleepy. So, she put the diary on the bedside table, closed her eyes, and thought about what she and Senior Riddle had talked about. With these thoughts in mind, she fell into a deep sleep.

Tom Riddle's recent actions were somewhat hasty. Learning from Victoire that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened, claimed by someone as the heir, and a purge of Muggle-born wizards had begun, Tom was furious.

Yes, although the actions and methods of this so-called heir of the Chamber were exactly the same as Riddle's, and their goals were completely consistent, Riddle only wanted to kill him.

The heir of the Chamber could only be him, Tom Riddle! No one else.

Although Riddle always talked about maintaining pure-blood and purging Muggle-borns, seeing them as Slytherin's heir, he knew that these were just labels and personas on him. He said these things just to incite and use those foolish pure-blood families.

In his eyes, there was nothing more important than himself. In the face of enormous interests, even pure-blood wizards would be sacrificed. If a pure-blood witch got hold of his diary, he would not hesitate to drain her for his own resurrection.

So, he risked exposure and increased the speed of absorbing Victoire's life force. He believed that in a few weeks, he would be strong enough to completely control Victoire's body and then investigate the Chamber—of course, he wouldn't send his main self there, he would manipulate Victoire to go. He feared that the heir had left some traps and tricks in the Chamber.

As for the identity of the heir, he guessed it might be a descendant of the Gaunt family. The main lineage of the Gaunt family had been completely wiped out by him, but he knew the style of these pure-blood families: once a family member married a Muggle, they would expel him or her from the family to maintain the purity of their bloodline.

The heir was probably such a person, carrying the blood of the Gaunt family, awakening the snake-like tone. With a stroke of luck, he found the records left by the Gaunt family and finally opened the Chamber.

But no matter what kind of person he was, he would become the nourishment for the great Tom Riddle's resurrection!

Just as Riddle was planning his next steps, he noticed a slight change in tonight's situation: someone had taken away a little wizard, a development he naturally welcomed.

Since Victoire, the little witch, had a deep connection with him, he could guide her to find this diary. Meanwhile, he could expand a new source of life during this opportunity.

Peggy made sure her other roommates were asleep. Stealthily, she slipped off her bed and walked to the head of Victoire's bed, gently taking the diary. She returned to her bed, opened the diary, but found it blank.

She frowned: no words? Could Victoire have cast some protective spell? In that case, she better return it quickly.

However, at this moment, a line of text appeared on the diary: "Hello, I'm Tom Riddle. Can I know your name?"

Peggy was stunned. She didn't expect this diary to be such a thing.

This diary is really interesting. Of course, this was her objective evaluation of the diary. Peggy's heart was calm, without a ripple. She had vaguely guessed that this was the "rat" that Professor Lohart had been emphasizing, infiltrated into the school.

But what did it have to do with her?

She engaged in a serious conversation with the diary.

Riddle quickly discovered a shocking fact: Peggy's inner thoughts were as hard to enter as that Yodel before! Yodel recovered extremely quickly, and Peggy's mental defenses were extremely robust.

After chatting with Riddle for a while, Peggy closed the diary and put it back.

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