Blood and Revelation

[It's very simple. Put aside those pretty magical items for now, and answer this question: I want to teach you a spell, okay?]

Looking at the cursive handwriting in the diary, Pansy frowned and pondered for a moment with a flicker of her eyes.

The process didn't last long before she took off the silver necklace around her neck and picked up her pen to grant Riddle's request.

Before she could even put pen to paper, she suddenly felt a warmth, like the warmth of basking in the sun.

The Slytherin Common Room and dormitories are unique because they are built beneath the castle, and you can even see the Black Lake through the windows.

Because of its unique geographical location, the Common Room and dormitories are cold and damp all year round, making it almost impossible to feel this warmth.

Even in the sweltering summer, this place is enveloped in coolness.

Not only Pansy felt it, but the students in the Common Room also felt this warmth.

They looked around, somewhat bewildered, trying to find the source of this warmth.

Before they could reach a conclusion, the warmth seemed to be sucked away by a whirlpool and disappeared in the direction of the girls' dormitory.

The students trembled almost in unison, a hint of confusion in their eyes, wondering where this warmth was coming from.

"Mr. Riddle, what have you done?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Pansy's eyes. She had a feeling that the diary was acting strangely, absorbing even the fleeting warmth.

Pansy, it seems I can meet you sooner. All you need is a drop of your blood, and I can emerge from the diary.

"Fresh blood? Is fresh blood from any animal acceptable?"

I don't want you to get hurt either, but blood will affect my image. If I use the blood of those pets, I might become...

Looking at the ellipses in her diary, Pansy felt conflicted.

These words fascinated her so much that she hoped to actually meet Riddle and see what Riddle looked like.

I know that obtaining your blood is just a pipe dream. Perhaps with the blood of such a beautiful woman like you, I could become better?

"I think I can do it..." After writing this sentence, Percy rummaged through his suitcase and found a letter opener.

She pressed the tip of the letter opener against her thumb, gritted her teeth, and pressed down...

Fresh blood dripped onto the diary, staining it into a shocking blood flower, as alluring as Datura.

The diary absorbed the blood and began to tremble rhythmically.

Countless inks flew out of the diary, encircling Pansy like ribbons, and finally fell to the ground, coalescing into a human shape.

He was a tall, dark-haired boy with handsome features and skin that had an almost sickly pale complexion, adding to his aloof and cool demeanor.

He lowered his eyelids, his brows furrowed slightly as he looked around.

After looking around, he said apologetically, "It might not be appropriate for me to be in the dormitory."

He bowed gracefully in apology, "But, Pansy... I can't stay too far away from you, I'm so sorry!"

I can't be too far away from you!

These words caused Pansy's mind to go blank for a moment. She quickly stood up, clutching her notebook, and ran to Riddle. "Can other people see you too?"

Riddle shook his head. "Just to see you, I've already used up most of my strength... so they can see me."

Pansy immediately asked, "Are we still going to kill the chicken? To take away the rooster's life force?"

"Yes." Riddle smiled slightly. "I can go back to the diary first, and then find a quiet place to master this magic."

Pansy frowned. "Then I need to think about it carefully."

Riddle maintained a faint smile. "Are there places that used to be Forbidden Corridor? Those places usually don't have that many people."

Pansy's eyes lit up. "There is such a place! I remember last year, Dumbledore explicitly forbade students from entering there."

"Later, a Dark Wizard broke in, and Harry Potter, Lovegood, and a professor all ended up in the Hospital Wing."

Whether it was because of that drop of blood or something else, she felt like a leaky bucket, willing to tell Riddle anything.

Riddle nodded. "Looks like a good place... Harry Potter... you seem to have mentioned him to me before..."

"That's the ' The Boy Who Lived!' He even said he defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." Pansy frowned. "Draco was humiliated because of him last year. He's just an ordinary guy!"

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Harry Potter, Lovegood, Professor..." Riddle flashed a charming smile. "That would be a good place!"

"Next time you come to see me, you still need to use the Patronus Charm."

In the hallway, Professor Snape instructed Wizet, "Cast a small-scale Patronus Charm as soon as you enter the office. Also, don't mention what happened this afternoon to anyone else!"

Wizet nodded. "Yes, Professor Snape, I'll remember that!"

Professor Snape nodded. "It's getting late, go and have dinner!"

Wizet blinked; he noticed something unusual.

Since leaving that classroom, Professor Snape's eyes were red, his tone had changed, he was no longer so cold and somber, and even his brows were more relaxed than usual.

This is probably the effect of the Patronus Charm. This magic, composed of positive emotions, can not only ward off Dementor but also protect those around you.

"It's him again!"

Harry's whisper echoed down the corridor, with Hermione and Ron beside him.

Seeing Snape walking towards him, Harry resignedly pursed his lips, seemingly prepared to lose points.

To his utter surprise, Snape merely glanced at him and walked past without saying a word.

"Um?"

"Ah?"

"Well..."

Harry, Harry, and his two companions exchanged glances, all of them puzzled.

After confirming that Snape had come downstairs, Harry exclaimed in surprise, "He... didn't lose any points?"

Ron opened his mouth, only able to turn to Wizet, whom he considered omnipotent, for help, "Wizet... what exactly happened between you two?"

Wizet replied simply, "I learned some Potions knowledge from you."

Harry muttered, "Only you could do this... ask Snape for Potions knowledge."

"Sigh!" Hermione sighed deeply, her voice filled with envy.

Wizet reached into her pocket and took out the repaired wand. "Oh right! I was in such a rush this afternoon that I forgot to give it to you."

"Wand! My wand!" Ron exclaimed with immense joy, his hands trembling as he took the wand and began to caress it.

"Lumos Solem!" After playing with it for a while, he waved his wand and cast a Wand-Lighting Charm. "So cool! Just like new!"