The young wizards filed out and, as soon as they left the classroom, began to talk about the lesson they had just attended. It was as if dozens of goats had entered the hallway.
"Oh my gosh, just like that, that spider died!"
"And that wandless spell, that was so cool..."
"He really knows what he's doing..."
All the young wizards were talking about Professor Lockhart's genius spell, with the exception of one girl with unruly, dirty blonde hair down to her waist.
Her eyes wandered, as if she was thinking about something else at all times. Despite the crowded hallway, he hopped around like a rabbit. Many of the young wizards in her year avoided her as if she was something strange.
Many called her "Crazy Luna."
The classroom was a different story.
Peggy shyly approached Tom, "Professor, I'm sorry, did I say the wrong thing in class?"
"No, no, no, no, you don't have to apologize, it's normal for everyone to have different opinions," Tom rubbed his forehead, "But I'm a little curious, why did you say that?"
Peggy was slightly taken aback, "Because that's what Dad and everyone else thinks."
Before Tom could say anything, she continued.
"At my mother's funeral, he taught me that everyone dies, you don't have to be sad. I think that makes a lot of sense."
Tom: "..."
"Professor Lockhart, is there anything else? "
Tom looked back a little and said to Peggy, "Nothing, you go back, I won't bother you anymore."
Looking at Peggy's back, Tom felt a headache. Finally he shook his head, "Never mind, I'm not a psychologist, I'll leave that to the dean and Dumbledore."
...
As night fell, the first year Ravenclaw witches went to bed after discussing Professor Lockhart's lesson for the day. Peggy lay on her side and looked at the figure in the bed across from her.
She had been watching Victoria for days. She had noticed that every night, Victoria wrote and drew in a journal for a long time. So he got the idea to take a look at the diary.
She was not a generous person and he wanted to teach her a lesson for her repeated problems.
He waited patiently for Victoria to stop writing and put the journal on the bedside. Soon, there was no sound behind the curtains. Victoria just felt a little sluggish and low energy recently, and feels sleepy in class every day. And in a trance, with bad memory, she couldn't even remember what happened yesterday.
This situation is more common at night, sometimes she is in trance and ten minutes have passed, looking at her diary, but not writing a single word, her mind is blank.
She told Riddle about it in her journal, and he told her that it was probably because she had stayed up too late, and that he would teach her the recipe for a magic potion to restore her energy....
Tonight she had talked to Riddle again, and now she was very sleepy. So she put the diary on her bed and closed her eyes. What did she talk to Riddle about? I don't think I can remember... With this in mind, she fell asleep.
Tom Riddle had been acting in a bit of a hurry lately. Because he had learned from Victoria that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened. Someone had made himself heir to the Chamber of Secrets and had begun a purge of Muggle-born wizards, and Tom Yodel, the young wizard he had met earlier, had become the first victim of the opening of the Chamber of Secrets.
And according to Victoria's description, Tom Yodel must have been attacked by a basilisk, meaning that someone had opened the Chamber of Secrets and tamed the basilisk inside.
This infuriated Riddle.
Yes, even though the supposed heir to the Chamber of Secrets had done exactly the same things and even had the same goals, Riddle wanted nothing more than to kill him.
The heir to the Chamber of Secrets could only be him, Tom Riddle! No one else could.
Although Riddle maintains he claims to be a pureblood, hates Muggles and half-bloods and calls himself the heir of Slytherin, in reality he knows this is just a label and a created character. He said these are just to stoke and use those stupid pureblood families.
In his eyes, nothing was more important than himself. In the face of great interests, even a pureblood wizard is subject to sacrifice. If a young pureblood witch got hold of his diary, he would not hesitate to suck it for his own resurrection.
So he risked exposure by increasing the rate at which he absorbed Victoria's life force. He believed that, in a few weeks, he would be strong enough to take full control of Victoria's body and go to the Chamber of Secrets; not in person, of course, but with Victoria in tow. For he feared that the heir had left some kind of trap in the Chamber of Secrets.
As for the identity of the heir, he supposed it might be a descendant of the Gaunt family, whose direct lineage he had almost completely eliminated, but he knew that the practice of these pureblood families was to expel any member of the family who married a Muggle in order to maintain their pureblood line.
This heir was most likely one of those people, with Gaunt blood in his body and Parseltongue. He was lucky enough to find the records left behind by the Gaunt family, and eventually opened the Chamber of Secrets.
But whatever it is, it will be the fodder for the resurrection of the great Riddle!
Just as Riddle was contemplating his next move, he noticed that things seemed to have changed slightly tonight: a little witch had stolen the diary, which naturally pleased Riddle.
Anyway, Victoria's little witch had a deeper connection to him, and he could guide her to find this journal, and he could use this opportunity to expand a new source of vitality.
Peggy made sure the other roommates were already asleep. She slipped out of bed quietly, walked to Victoria's bedside, and picked up the journal carefully. He returned to his bed and opened the journal, only to find it blank.
He frowned: no words? Had Victoria cast some kind of protective spell? In that case, he'd better put it back.
But then, a line appeared in the diary: Hi, I'm Tom Riddle. May I know your name?
Peggy was stunned, she hadn't expected the diary to be such a thing.
It was a very interesting diary. Of course, this was only her objective assessment of the diary, Peggy's heart was still and unperturbed. She had a sneaking suspicion that it was about the "rat" that Professor Lockhart had insisted on infiltrating the school.
But what had he to do with her?
He had a serious conversation with the paper.
Riddle soon discovered a shocking fact: Peggy, the little girl, was as difficult to penetrate as Yodel had been before! While Yodel had recovered very quickly, Peggy's defenses were extremely strong.
Peggy and Riddle talked for a while, then she closed the diary and put it away again.