What would a normal person do if they found a blank notebook in a hallway in the middle of the night?
There are essentially two options: pick it up or leave it where it is.
Lockhart chose the former; he barely hesitated before tucking the notebook into his pocket and turning to leave.
But Morris won't let Tom Riddle have his way.
He prefers to be in control of everything rather than leaving his notebook in someone else's hands.
And so, behind Lockhart, Morris's figure Silencio emerged from the shadows.
He waved his wand, and a dark red beam shot straight towards Lockhart's head.
Ah~
Lockhart's eyes rolled back, and he fell face down onto the floor, unconscious.
The diary slipped from his hand and fell a few steps away.
Morris slowly walked forward and checked Lockhart's condition.
She slept soundly.
Only then did he look at the notebook lying quietly on the ground.
The notebook remained silent, but Morris could sense the magic flowing within it.
He waved his wand, controlling the notebook to float slowly closer, without reaching out to catch it.
The next second, the notebook flipped through several pages, and Tom's ethereal white figure appeared in the corridor.
At this moment, his face was expressionless; he simply stared intently at Morris with cold, indifferent eyes.
Morris met his gaze and smiled slightly.
A silent standoff.
Tom broke the silence first, "Okay, you win, Mark. Tell me, what do you really want?"
"Me?" Morris shrugged. "I don't want anything. But you, Tom, why did you sneak away? I remember you said you were just a memory."
Tom's phantom swayed slightly, like the surface of Black Lake being ruffled by the wind.
At the same time, the magic emanating from him exuded an unstable aura.
"I didn't want to do that," Tom sighed.
He suddenly raised his translucent right hand, aimed it at Morris, and spread his five fingers.
" Imperio!"
Imperius Curse!
Without a wand, or even a physical form, how could one still use a spell?
That's really impressive.
Morris's body jolted, his pupils dilated, and his hand holding the wand fell limply. He seemed like a puppet on strings, having lost his own will.
It was a success?
Tom's body flickered erratically, clearly indicating that the spell had taken a heavy toll on him.
He gently shook his head.
It seems he was overthinking things; he had assumed this student would be very capable.
In the end, even his Soul -Imperius Curse couldn't withstand it.
In the end, he's just a child.
Tom ordered, "Pick up the notebook."
Morris moved stiffly and walked toward the notebook.
Seeing this, Tom finally managed a slight smile.
Although there was some cost, the result was good.
By controlling Morris, we can not only get back the diary, but also gain a long-term servant.
Ah, this is all thanks to the magic power provided by the other party, which allows it to use magic directly in this form.
Compared to the magic that the little girl had given him before, it was worlds apart.
However, at that moment, an accident occurred.
Morris walked up to the notebook, but instead of bending down to pick it up, he slowly turned his head.
Those eyes were clear and bright; there was absolutely no sign of them being controlled by the Imperius Curse.
Tom's smile froze instantly.
"You—" His voice faltered.
"The spell is quite powerful," Morris chuckled, "But unfortunately it doesn't work on me."
In fact, Tom's Imperius Curse did work.
The instant the spell struck him, he felt a magical force invading his mental world.
The result, naturally, was failure.
It's worth noting that even Dumbledore's Legilimency couldn't penetrate his mind.
This form of Voldemort is clearly ineffective.
He only needed to control his Mental Power to crush that magic instantly.
As for why he pretended to be in control just now—it was just a spur-of-the-moment performance.
Just kidding.
Tom's expression became uncertain after hearing Morris's words.
That Imperius Curse was his last trump card.
Moreover, at this point, peaceful coexistence between them was no longer an option.
He has probably already lost.
"Tell me what you need. What do you need me to do?" Tom's voice was hoarse.
Morris crossed his arms and paused for a moment, feigning thought.
"Take me to the Chamber of Secrets," he said, "And I'll let you go."
What if I disagree?
disagree?
Morris chuckled. "Hmm... I don't need any more notebooks. Maybe I'll just tear you up or burn you. Ah, I know ordinary methods won't destroy you, so don't worry about that."
His tone was light, but to Tom it was undoubtedly the devil's declaration.
Are there any other options?
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"... Okay." Tom finally uttered this word, his tone devoid of emotion.
Taking the other party to the Chamber of Secrets might offer a chance to turn the tide through the Basilisk, but a direct refusal would obviously leave no way out.
Weighing the pros and cons, Tom could only choose the option that still offered a glimmer of hope and some uncertainty.
"Then, lead the way."
And so, in the middle of the night at Hogwarts, a strange scene unfolded.
A second-year Ravenclaw student walked briskly down the hallway, followed by a floating black notebook and a pure black cat at his feet.
When we arrived at a corridor near the library.
Meow~
The Guantou suddenly let out a warning cry.
Morris turned his head and saw a faint human-shaped outline in the darkness behind him.
Who is it?
Just as he was wondering what was going on, the man noticed his gaze, turned around without hesitation, and ran away.
Late at night, alone, she saw him and turned to run away.
"Trouble."
" Incarcerous!"
Morris muttered something, raised his wand, and cast a binding spell without hesitation.
A rope flew from the tip of his staff, lunging at the fleeing figure and instantly binding its body.
"Ah!
The man cried out in surprise, lost his balance, and stumbled to the ground.
Morris felt the voice sounded somewhat familiar.
He strode over, raised his wand, and illuminated the person who was struggling on the ground, his upper body bound by ropes.
The other person's light blonde hair was particularly striking.
Isn't that Draco Malfoy?
" Malfoy?" Morris raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
What's this guy doing out here so late at night?
"Let me go! Black!" Draco growled, writhing. "How dare you use a spell on me!"
"Keep your voice down," Morris cautioned. "It's late at night. Do you want to get caught on a night stroll?"
Draco choked for a moment and instinctively shut his mouth.