The Dark Lord and Riddle

After taking the green, crooked-bodied cedar wand into his hand.

For a moment, it felt like the whole world had changed.

His mind became sharper.

The careless behavior of taking empty classroom desks and chairs to practice, then putting them back without tidying up, would likely not happen again.

His brain was also more organized.

The fine details in his peripheral vision were now all captured.

A stream of information also flooded into his mind.

So-called true damage, meaning damage that ignores armor and magic resistance, dealing damage directly.

This 50% meant that half the damage from released spells or [basic attacks] was true damage.

Enemies hit would be unable to lie, meaning that until the effect of spells cast with this wand was dispelled, they would be like they had taken Veritaserum, unable to lie.

And his data panel was updated accordingly.

[ID: 000000001]

[Grimoire Level: 3 (1100/100)]

[Name: Ryan Smith / Basil Granger]

[Race: Wizard]

[Identity: Hogwarts Gryffindor (Fire Spells Buff +1%) - First Year (20 Gems distributed daily)]

[Enrollment Date: 1991/07/27]

[HP: 10+15 (Echo Bonus: 1000 False HP: 142·341)]

[MP: 7+9]

[Luck: 3~7]

[Family Traits: True Sight (Constant), Dragon Blood of Red Dragon (To be ignited), Plant Affinity (Awakened), Potions Mastery (Awakened)]

This [True Sight] was the manifestation of the ability to perceive truth.

The "eye" here did not refer to the physical eye, but rather to the totality of sensory abilities such as sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell.

His perception, his insight, was enhanced by 10%, while his ability to discern lies was also specially strengthened.

He could see from a mile away through a telescope whether the words of a man speaking were true.

He could lick the sweat of the person speaking, and lightly sniff the fragrance to determine if they were lying.

He could also judge the sincerity of a person's words by merely touching their skin within an inch.

Compared to this, sensing Voldemort's attention was no longer a remarkable feat.

However, unfortunately, one point was different from what Basil had imagined.

He did indeed have a second 'MP' bar, radiating an aura of rationality, as clear as crystal.

It overlapped with the original 'MP' that was filled with majesty and heat.

But they only coexisted conceptually.

The 'MP' flowing within his body did not double with the appearance of the second [Wand Appearance] component.

Besides having an extra talent and some special abilities, there were no other changes.

The so-called true damage, when dealing with physically weak, meaning low physical defense, ordinary wizards without a magic field filled with mental power, was not much more useful than a jinx.

At most, it offered more variety.

Ordinary spells, without added intent, could be used like jinxes and other advanced spells.

It was only truly useful against magical creatures with high physical and magic defense, and elite wizards who mastered mental power to fill their magic fields.

"The Bermuda Triangle is the most exaggerated area of magical field disorder on the entire Earth. Even the Black Forest in Albania..."

On the other side, at Voldemort's request, Quirrell, who was lecturing with his back to the students, stiffened and his words faltered.

Why did Master want me to contact this brat?

Quirrell dared not think, and directly turned his head, stiffly changing the topic.

"Mr. Granger, come to the office after class. I've found the answer to your question from last time."

Basil nodded.

He took the bait!

The little person in his heart excitedly waved its fists.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor, Quirrell stood with his back to Basil.

Quirrell took off his scarf, revealing a surprisingly small, bald head.

A face grew on the back of this bald head.

The face was chalk-white, with glowing red eyes, and below them were two slit-like nostrils, like a snake's.

Across from him, Basil took out a worn, black-covered diary from his schoolbag.

At the same time, his azure eyes lost their focus.

A voice sounded from within the book.

Basil's lips moved in sync, his clear, pure voice, now filled with texture, sounding exceptionally eerie.

"Long time no see, Voldemort, my so-called master, you pathetic failure."

"Failure?" The face let out a hoarse, cold laugh. "Abandoned dregs, a little brat craving fatherly love, a fragment of the lowly Riddle. Who gave you the courage to mock me, the purest, who inherited the great Slytherin bloodline and was just one step away from becoming the King of Wizards?"

"King of Wizards?" Two cold laughs overlapped. "Oh? Who's under that stinky scarf? I thought it was some punk!"

"Enough!" The face roared. "State your purpose! You must understand that you are just the most insignificant of the five safeguards (Nagini isn't a Horcrux yet, and Voldemort doesn't know Harry is a Horcrux)!"

The diary mocked, "Your 'loyal' servant—sent me to Hogwarts. To kill this boy. To cover up the fact that the Malfoy family is now just a toothless tiger. Tell the other families that even though the Malfoys have lost their Hogwarts board seats and had several shops seized, they are still not to be trifled with."

The red eyes on that face narrowed tightly, making it impossible to tell if it was pleased or displeased. "Sent 'me'? It seems they truly don't believe I will rise again?"

The face began to ask and answer itself. The diary also fell silent at the opportune moment.

And by "they," it referred to all the Death Eaters, including Malfoy, who had scurried back to his enemies after his failure, claiming innocence, ignorance, and being under the Imperius Curse.

"Don't they know I took measures to prevent death long ago? Didn't they witness my boundless potential countless times when I was more powerful than any wizard?"

"I answer myself, perhaps they believe there are even greater powers that can defeat Voldemort... perhaps they have already pledged allegiance to someone else... maybe it's that leader of the common folk, that protector of Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore?"

"But clearly not, they don't fear Dumbledore. They just believe I can't make a comeback!"

The face controlling Quirrell and the diary controlling Basil both trembled in unison, out of anger.

"Master, please calm your rage!" Quirrell pleaded repeatedly.

"Shut up!" x3

The face then continued, "Therefore, I believe that besides my friends suffering in Azkaban, the other traitors who claim to be my servants need to pay a heavy price. The great tree of Death Eaters has too many rotten branches and leaves. It needs pruning."

He turned his head to look at the diary.

As if hinting at something.

"So we also need to recruit fresh blood. This boy you're possessing is one of them."

The diary, along with the "controlled" boy, raised their heads. "He is also a subordinate I value. In fact, I came to find you because I hope you can find a way to send me out. Through a truly secure channel. Don't be as crude as Lucius Malfoy—suppressing me with a cover woven from unicorn tail hair and sending me to this boy through an owl."

"Secure? Hogwarts is the most secure place. If you want security, you should stay away from me." The face first said this, then pointed its alder wand to the other side of its head.

A red light flashed, and Quirrell lost consciousness.

Thanks to classmate倾斜45度, classmate隐云中的月 for their moon tickets, and other classmates for their recommendations and continued readership!