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Chapter 120: The Diary

Malfoy's face turned red with anger, but he couldn't argue. His past deeds were well-known, and no one believed he didn't do it on purpose.

"A poor family can only do such poor tricks!"

Malfoy snorted, motioned to his son, and the two left quickly.

"You shouldn't pay attention to him, Arthur. This guy is evil..." Hagrid advised as he smoothed Mr. Weasley's robes.

Ginny Weasley, who had fallen, quickly picked up the books scattered on the floor. Among them was a set of books given to her by Harry.

The price of a complete set of books published by Lockhart was ridiculously high, and even the Weasley family couldn't afford to buy one.

The Weasley brothers and Harry helped her pick up the books, and they were quickly put away. Then a strange hand handed her the old textbook and asked, "Is this the last one?"

"It should be... thank you."

Ginny quickly took it, feeling a little sad that she could only use such an old thing.

She suddenly realized the voice was unfamiliar. When she looked up, she saw it was a boy she didn't recognize.

"Who are you..."

"Wade?" Harry said happily, "Are you here to buy books today too?"

"Yes," Wade replied naturally. "I heard that today is Lockhart's book launch, and I'm a little curious about this adventurer."

"What an adventurer?" Ron complained. "He's just a boastful peacock!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Hermione immediately retorted. "Have you read his books? Gilderoy Lockhart often ventures into deserted places and deals with the most dangerous creatures!"

Ron's mouth slowly opened as he looked at Hermione, who looked exactly like his mother, as if he had seen a dancing dragon.

"Wake up, Hermione. You can tell that guy at a glance, right? He's just a pretty boy!" Ron shouted in disbelief.

His words made many Lockhart fans around him glare. If he hadn't been a child, he would have been beaten up.

Hermione was also very angry. "Don't slander him! Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart is a very brave man! He can even defeat a werewolf single-handedly!"

At the mention of "werewolf," Harry's expression felt a little unnatural. He quickly interrupted, "Okay, don't argue about this. Wade, have you bought all your books?"

"Yes, I'm ready to go back," Wade waved his hand. "See you at school."

…

Steven escorted Wade home before leaving. Wade opened the door and found the house empty.

He knew that Mr. and Mrs. Gray had organized their employees to work overtime to complete an urgent order, so he wasn't surprised that no one was there.

After returning to his bedroom, Wade took out his pencil case and tapped it lightly with his wand.

This level of use didn't trigger Ministry of Magic surveillance of the Trace.

The pencil case unfolded layer by layer and then transformed into a suitcase.

Wade opened it. At the bottom were several large and small boxes. Only one of the boxes had something in it at this time.

He opened a flat box and took out a black notebook.

This was a very old diary; the faded date on the cover was fifty years old. Turning to the first page, he saw an ambiguous name:

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

The same name appeared above the diary in his eyes.

Wade took up his pen and wrote a line in it:

**It is not our talents that matter in the progress of the world, but how we use them.**

The text flickered on the paper, then was absorbed into it and disappeared without a trace.

Then, new words appeared on the paper:

**It's been a long time since I met someone with the same ideas as me. I guess you must be a talented little wizard.**

The text flashed, then disappeared, and a new line appeared:

**It's just that people like us often don't get understanding and recognition. I used to be very lonely, are you the same?**

*Sorry, I have no intention of talking to you.*

Wade stuffed the diary into the box without hesitation.

As soon as the lid was closed, magical text chains began to appear, wrapping around and forming a vine-like pattern, finally securing it.

He placed the journal farthest from the crown.

Although both Horcruxes were tightly sealed by magic-shielding boxes, Wade still felt a sense of urgency.

*It's time to find a way to deal with the Horcruxes... at least get rid of one first...*

*Lest they interact with each other and produce any magical resonance or other effects, they could escape from the blockade.*

…

At six o'clock in the evening, the Grays finally returned, carrying two boxes of pizza from a nearby restaurant.

"Expedited orders are really troublesome. If it weren't for an old customer, I wouldn't have paid the overtime," Ferdinand said, untying his tie. "Wade, have you been waiting long? Why didn't you watch TV for a while?"

"I read for a bit and bought new textbooks in Diagon Alley today."

Wade helped his mother take off her coat and hung it on the hanger.

Ferdinand placed a suitcase on the table. "This is what you wanted... Wade, use it well and don't put yourself in danger."

"I understand, Dad," Wade said.

"What is it?" Fiona asked curiously. "I asked your dad on the way, but he wouldn't tell me."

Wade smiled and said, "These are the magic materials required by the school. There are fly eyes and toad eggs. Do you want to see them?"

He pretended to open the box, and Fiona immediately jumped behind her husband and shouted with her eyes closed:

"No, no, no, don't open it! I'll have nightmares if I see it!"

Ferdinand knocked on his son's head, and Wade smiled mischievously.

After dinner, he returned to his bedroom and opened the suitcase.

The small box was filled with personal resumes, including basic information such as photos, names, personalities, and family members. There was also a transparent specimen collection bag with three or four hairs in it.

This was the "magic material" that Ferdinand collected for him. Most came from prisoners in prison; some looked very dangerous just from their appearance, while others looked harmless.

Others came from barber shops or hospitals. The people in the photos were men and women, old and young.

Collecting hair was easy, but gathering information about the owner of the hair was not, especially since he couldn't hire someone else to complete this crucial task.

It took Ferdinand a long time to collect so much bit by bit. As for the Polyjuice Potion, Wade had already brewed a large batch last semester.

Even Dumbledore couldn't distinguish real people from those using Polyjuice Potion. Barty Crouch had proved this to him long ago.