Chapter 1669: ? But so

Looking at the swash signature on the title page, Professor McGonagall seemed to have gone back in time when Voldemort was still Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Back then Dumbledore was just a professor of transformation at Hogwarts, McGonagall was his teaching assistant, and Tom was just an ordinary child from the orphanage.
Maybe not so ordinary, because his middle name Mavolo comes from his maternal grandfather, Marvolo Gaunt, and Gaunt is a direct descendant of Slytherin, but Marvolo's daughter fell in love with a Muggle , That Muggle is Tom's father.
Tom himself was not the product of love, but the result of ecstasy. He never knew what love was, and he inherited the domineering and arrogant character of Slytherin.
Looking back now, Professor McGonagall seemed to see Tom as a student. From the first grade, he despised anything that tied him to others, and despised anything that made 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 talent with more stringent means, but Tom enrolled in 1938, and the things that Grindelwald did always entangled Dumbledore, preventing him from focusing on student training.
It was not until 1945 that Grindelwald was defeated and imprisoned. After everything calmed down, Dumbledore discovered that Tom, who graduated in seventh grade, had formed a fanatical and extreme pure-blooded force called Death Eater, wearing that suit as if A rag and black robe that will never be changed.
After 1956, Tom began to call himself Voldemort and committed many big cases, followed by the rise of the second generation of the Dark Lord, the war between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix, until he was accidentally defeated by Harry Potter in 1981.
"Time flies really fast." Professor McGonagall sighed, and she pushed her glasses: "This diary is indeed Riddle's, and I can recognize his handwriting."
McGonagall began teaching at Hogwarts in 1910. Before, she worked at the Ministry of Magic for two years. During this period, she left because of a marriage for some time. But she didn't like London and liked it more.
Flitwick took over the notebook and looked at it. He also confirmed McGonagall’s statement, but he was not as serious as her:
It’s true that life flies quickly. I still remember what happened when we were in school. You were my partner at the ball, but now? You only dance with Dumbledore."
"Don't pretend those things in front of the students!" McGonagall glared at Flitwick, but his face was a little red: "Don't you feel ashamed to talk about things at the beginning of the century?"
"Then you will dance with me at this year's Christmas ball." Flitwick took out his magic wand and released a small spell at the diary. It emitted a black light and the magic was invalid: "It is certain, it is a Horcrux."
He said that he planned to let Snape also look at the diary, but the potions professor just shook his head coldly, and he shrank his hands in his large robe, and didn't mean to take over.
"I don't dance or watch this thing."
"Come on, let me see." At this moment, the sports professor sitting on the other side of the round table stretched out his hand, with an expression of expectation on his face: "My pen is ready, I have a lot of questions. The Slytherin prefect of the grade is answering for me."
"Then help me persuade Minerva." Professor Flitwick hid the diary behind her as a bargaining chip: "Professor Trelawney doesn't know how to dance at all. She keeps stepping on my feet. I must change this year. Dancing partner, Dumbledore just isn't there yet."
"You are uncomfortable at leisure, do people love to dance when they are old? I just teach you square dance or yangko dance."
Su Ming is helpless, Flitwick also dislikes the youngest professor of divination among female professors? He seems to have a deep resentment about dancing.
Professor McGonagall snatched the diary from Flitwick, threw it to Professor Wilson across the dining table, and knocked Flitwick on the head:
"If the principal can't come back then I will dance with you. The premise is that you don't cast a spell on your legs. You made your legs one and five meters long. Do you know how shameful I was at the dance? People say you came here on Muggle stilts."
McGonagall and Flitwick are at the same level, and the relationship has always been very good.
The Sorting Hat treated them very similarly at the beginning, and they were entangled in their heads for more than five minutes, wondering whether they should go to Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.
It turned out to be one on each side. Flitwick sometimes joked with McGonagall about this, saying that if the order of the two divisions was reversed, maybe he would be the Gryffindor Dean now.
In fact, Pomona Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff and a professor of herbal medicine, was also a good friend of the two of them.
Regarding the interaction between the professors, Hermione didn't know what kind of expression she should show, or even if she should pretend not to hear these words.
And the girl named Ginny had been peeking at her, and Hermione had a premonition of being chased again.
Until the sports professor got the diary and spread it out on the table in front of her, she was still a little confused.
"Activate Occlumency, I said, you write." Su Ming said.
"Why me?" Although Hermione was talking, she took the pen and waited for the following.
The professor looked at Flitwick, and then at Snape: "This is Voldemort's diary. It may be able to identify the age and gender of the user. Younger students are more cheatable, so I let you come."
"You can keep emphasizing false information when you close your brain, thinking you are Miss Ginny Weasley, so that it can obtain false information. This is also a more advanced application of Occlumency."
Snape remained expressionless, but still gave Hermione a word.
"That person! That person who can't mention names!"
Ginny was shocked. She sat next to Professor McGonagall, as if she didn't know where to put her hands, so she chose to start tearing her hair.
Professor McGonagall took her hand and slapped her back to calm her down: "Don't be afraid, we are all here. But you have to thank Hermione and Luna, if it weren't for them to find something wrong with your diary I’m afraid we’re not aware of it, and it’s not too late now."
"Actually, Voldemort's relationship with Tom Riddle is very recognizable." Professor Flitwick sprayed some smoke from his wand, and he wrote Tom's full name in the air, Tom Marvolo Riddle, and then the wand Flick, these letters are shuffled and then reordered to form a new line of text.
‘I’m Voldemort. ’
Ginny shrank in Professor McGonagall's arms, and she trembled with fear.
Hermione pursed her mouth, looked at the text floating in the air and shook her head. It was obvious that this diary was first proposed by the sports professor, but she put the credit on herself and Luna, not knowing what she thought.
But it is better to be obedient.
She took a deep breath, smiled awkwardly at Ginny's grateful look, and picked up the pen: "What to write?"
Su Ming narrowed his eyes and touched the beard on his chin:
"It is known that a black wizard likes to fly. He took off from zero altitude on a flying broomstick and ascended vertically into the sky at a speed of 100 meters per second. The target was the sun. But he stopped every eight hours. It takes five minutes to eat something. It takes five minutes to stop and pee every two hours, so may I ask...When will Nick Fury die?"
"...Are you serious?"
Hermione's eyes became dead fish, and the pen in her hand almost fell off.
"Just write it."
Su Ming looked at the diary with a serious face.
Hermione looked helplessly at Professor Flitwick. The sports professor was crazy again. Perhaps only the dean who had the best relationship with him could persuade him.
However, both Flitwick and Luna looked interested, as if they wanted to know the answer.
Speechless Hermione could only write the question in her diary. In order to imitate it, the sports professor also borrowed Ginny’s history of magic paper ~EbookFREE.me~ so that Hermione could imitate Jin with a magic quill pen. Ni's handwriting.
She wrote down the question, but the diary did not respond for a long time. She was even worried that she had been seen through.
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 a blind man, and writing is the only means of communication.
Just then the handwriting she wrote disappeared, and another string of black handwriting resurfaced from the paper:
"Who is Nick Fury?! Does he have frequent and endless urination problems?! Why do you expect him to die?!"
Hermione covered her forehead. She didn't know what was going on. She suddenly felt that the diary had said something she wanted to vomit. The soul of Voldemort in the Horcrux also felt her pain, right?
However, Professor Wilson, who was sitting by the side, sneered when he saw the answer, and launched a tactical back to the back of the chair behind him:
"Voldemort, but so."
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