Once all the young wizards had left the classroom, Lockhart pumped his fist, rushed back to his office, and opened the Diary.
"Tom! We did it! We did it! The students loved the lesson!"
Inside the Diary, Tom smiled with restrained pride. I am the great Voldemort, after all. A worthless clown like you...
"Just as I thought-I am the great Lockhart! All I need to do is put my mind to it, and I can turn things around in an instant!"
Tom froze. Then anger burned through him like fire.
You... put your mind... to it? Wasn't I the one who came up with the plan?
The young Voldemort trembled with rage. Even the Diary began to quiver.
Lockhart roared with laughter. "Tom, look how happy you are! There's no need to admire me quite so much!"
AAAAAAAH!!!!
How could anyone be so shameless? The Wizarding World has gone to the dogs! Tom was no longer merely angry-he was furious. He rampaged through the Mind Cottage inside the Diary, destroying everything.
Only after blasting everything in sight to pieces did his anger subside a little. He looked at the words Lockhart continued to write.
"Although I possess profound wisdom, I am still happy to let others display their talents, and I never hesitate to offer guidance-Tom, my admirer, do you have any plans you'd like my help refining?"
Admire you? ********** (British profanity)
With a single sentence, Lockhart had nearly sent Voldemort berserk again. But Tom was still Tom, and he quickly brought his emotions under control.
Then, wearing a malicious smile, he presented his plan-his real plan.
"Esteemed Sir Lockhart, I do have a modest little plan, still rather rough around the edges, on which I'd like to ask your guidance.
Those fascinating Dark Creatures can only hold