"I mean, maybe it's fate! And you can check it out: my creator is named Tom Riddle, who won a special contribution award" The paper quickly clarified his thinking.
Tom: "So you're cool."
Diary: "Thanks for the compliment."
The journal continued to zoom in on Tom, and as line after line appeared on the page, Riddle began to ask about Tom's family history.
Tom thought for a moment and wrote in his journal, "I was an orphan, grew up in an orphanage, then something bad happened and.... I left the orphanage."
"Wait, you said you were an orphan too?" This sentence suddenly appeared in the diary.
Tom nodded his head and then realized that the journal couldn't see his movements, so he wrote "yes" on the paper.
The journal was silent for a while, and then a line appeared: Can you tell me about your childhood?
So Tom wrote a story, a story from long ago, a story he still thinks of as a distant life.
"I had never seen my parents since I was born. I had always lived in an isolated orphanage with walls that kept it cut off from the outside world, making it a little world unto itself."
"The orphanage had a lot of rules and the aunts were very strict. I, on the other hand, seemed to have an innate talent for recognizing when someone was treating me, well or badly. This gift made me unsociable, because I knew that underneath the hypocritical smile there was always malice."
"It is absolutely forbidden to waste food, once an aunt found a half-eaten apple in the trash, asked who had done it, no one admitted it, and then forced me to eat it."
"Sometimes there were inexplicable punishments, for example, I remember that they took off my shoes and put me barefoot between the piano and the wall, but I don't remember what I did wrong."
"And the malice of my classmates, one classmate took my big pasta, he said he would replace it with ten small ones, but so far he has not kept his promise."
"And the priest who came on Sundays, every time I spent some time alone with a boy or a girl, the priest baptized them, small children are weak and were sick, the orphanage did not have much money, so I had to invite the priest, but baptism could not save innocent souls."
"Then it was my turn to be baptized, and I escaped over the wall, when I was seven years old."
Tom's story, omitting some details, such as the strange memories that often popped into his head as a child, the strange system he awakened at age seven, and the fact that his judgment of right and wrong was more instinctive and intuitive, more akin to life experience than magical talent, even.
The diary was silent for a long time, and finally a paragraph slowly emerged, "You and I are very similar."
And then the diary also talked about Riddle's experience of being bullied at the orphanage, but his version is more like that of a protagonist: bullied teenager, who uses his fists and his magical talent to stomp on everyone who bullied him, then gets accepted into Hogwarts, but the house he goes to doesn't like him, endures the humiliations, gets to stand out, gains popularity, and finally wins the Prefect position....
Tom's story is 90% true, 10% false, and I don't know how much truth Riddle tells. But his story, it's just too interesting....
It could serve as an outline for a novel: ostracized at a young age, then slapped and then taken by a powerful sect: Hogwarts, then fallen from grace, into Slytherin. Voldemort, then an orphan, was probably considered a dirty blood, and I'm afraid he didn't get off to a good start. As a result, he rose again and became Prefect....
This is a fantasy version of a fantasy text.
Of course, the story was cut later, as the Tom Riddle in Riddle's diary only has memories of his own life up to sixth year. He doesn't even know what happened after that.
"By the way, I still haven't asked, what House are you from?"
"The Sorting Hat wanted to sort me into Slytherin, but I chose Ravenclaw...because I had heard that Slytherin only accepted pureblood and half-blood wizards."
Tom's story seemed to strike a chord with Riddle in a strange way, as a somewhat scrawled handwriting appeared in the diary, and it appeared that Riddle, inside the diary, was very agitated: "You're too weak! You have to use strength, use your talent. It is the embodiment of our natural superiority, the gift left to us by our great ancestors."
"I used my strength to subdue the children, to keep them from bullying me. As for the discipline aunts, they think they disguise it well, but I know they also fear me, Tom, it's a wonderful feeling to be feared, you must try it. Of course, it's all about strength, because a lot of people, if you are not strong enough, they will take it to the next level!"
Tom could see that the miserable life of his childhood had twisted Riddle's mind, and it was then that he began to worship violence and enjoy fear. His dominance was based not on blood, not on ideals, but on fear. And, of course, the old-fashioned theory of pure blood.
"Okay, I've talked enough today, I need to digest." Tom voluntarily ended the conversation and closed the diary - Riddle was still too weak to influence the real world.
Tom stuffed the diary into a drawer and transformed into his unicorn form. Tom also feared that he would unknowingly be controlled by Voldemort and become an accomplice. causing tragedies. Tom wondered, if he had become Voldemort's puppet, would he have done more damage than Ginny. There would be real bloodshed at Hogwarts.
So this unicorn form is his end result. If becoming a unicorn did not protect him from the invasion of dark magic, then he would write to Dumbledore and confess that he had found a powerful object of dark magic.
When Tom became a unicorn, a warm current surged from within him, and once it flowed throughout his body, Tom felt an immediate relief, realizing that he had unknowingly created too many negative emotions in the time he had just spent with the diary, or that his negative emotions had been amplified by the diary.
The unicorn snorted, as if trying to get the shit out of his nostrils. When Tom returned to his human form, he felt so sticky and greasy from the sweat all over his body, he shuddered in disgust and went to take a shower.
In the days that followed, Tom never once touched Riddle's Diary, and spent more time carving runes and, of course, reading the books in the Flourish and Blotts Bookshop.
Eventually, Tom made a breakthrough in his rune carving skills.