Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Tiera stopped and stood there, looking at the diary in the stove with a gloomy expression.

Finally, Tiera sighed, took out her wand and waved it.

The diary flew out of the stove and landed lightly on the coffee table.

Tiera slowly approached the diary.

It's cold.

This was Tiera's first impression after contacting the diary.

Suddenly, an image flashed in Tiera's mind—

A tall black-haired boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old, thin and stripped, curled up in a blank light.

Tiera only felt that her spiritual existence suddenly changed, and a weak, almost imperceptible magic power flowed into the diary.

Fortunately, Tiera's control is far beyond that of ordinary children. Immediately cut off his magic power transmission.

But it was too late. The moment Tiera saw the scene before she pulled her fingers back, it was the emaciated boy who opened his eyes.

The diary that was originally closed and placed on the coffee table automatically turned to the first page without wind, and a line of words gradually appeared on it:

"Hello, my name is Tom Riddle, what's your name?"

Tiera had already retreated behind the sofa and raised her wand nervously when she saw the words appearing on the book.

But Tiera finally put down the wand slowly, because he knew that unless he was willing to lose another finger, his current magic would not be able to hurt the diary at all.

He picked up the quill pen that no one knew who had put it on the table, dipped some ink, and wrote in the diary:

"Hello, Tom, my name is Tiera."

"Hello, Tiera, are you the little wizard at Hogwarts?" Another line appeared in the diary.

"Yes," Tiera wrote.

"What grade is this year?"

"First grade." Tiera replied seemingly honestly, while sneaking her fingers to the notebook.

[That's great, he's a first-year kid. 】

"Welcome, welcome to the big Hogwarts family."

Tiera's fingers gave him a message that was completely different from what was written.

Tiera frowned invisibly and continued to write:

"Are you also a student at Hogwarts?"

[What's going on with this little devil? Why can't I read his mind at all? 】

"Yes, if you count me as your senior, I went to Hogwarts a few years earlier than you."

Tiera knew it, he knew that it was his own mental wall at work.

Although this kind of spell developed by Merlin that can be used to resist the spiritual pollution of the outer gods is only the first layer, it can still defend a weak Horcrux.

After all, what is in front of him now is only Voldemort's soul fragment, not the full-blown Voldemort himself.

"Who gave you to me?" Tiera wrote.

"Our encounter is the gift of fate." Such words appeared on the diary.

At the same time, Tiera knew Voldemort's true thoughts through his finger:

[Malfoy is really unreliable, so casually handed my Horcrux to a little wizard, but it's okay, I may be able to resurrect through him... Well, I have to gain his trust first, no, that's not enough, I want to Take control of him, I will make him my slave! 】

Well, Tiera thought, Voldemort is an old PUA.

He wondered if Bellastrange was just driven mad by Voldemort.

"The gift of fate?" Tiera wrote again, with a big question mark.

"I am a book of wisdom and a book of rights, and I can fulfill your wishes."

"Whether you want to catch the girl you like or defeat the classmate you hate, I can help you achieve it."

This was true, but Tiera felt an inexplicable force trying to penetrate his mental wall at the same time.

[Damn, why can't I draw his magic power? 】

In order not to make Voldemort suspect, Tiera let go of her spiritual dimension a little, revealing a magic power that even a simple levitation spell could not support.

Voldemort, who got the magic power, was satisfied, he still looked that thin and out of shape, but he had already put on that faint, evil smile on his face.

In his mind, he was thinking about how to drain Tiera's magic power.

Because Tiera only revealed her magic power, but did not fully open up her spiritual latitude.

So Voldemort could only get a small amount of information about Tiera.

Or, he could only know what Tiera wanted him to know.

Voldemort only knew that Tiera was also an orphan, equally talented, and equally ambitious.

But unlike herself, Tiera does not have a noble bloodline, nor does she have the ability to dance and seduce people. Instead, she is shunned by the little wizards of Gryffindor because she is timid.

[Same as Peter, that mouse. 】Voldemort thought fiercely.

Tiera sent half-truths to the diary, imitating the way she dealt with the Sorting Hat at the beginning of the school year.

It's just that compared to a few months ago, Tiera, who has made great progress in both magic and spirit, did it effortlessly.

Suddenly, Tiera seemed to have a clear understanding of how to construct the virtual spiritual dimension of magic items~www.wuxiahere.com~ Do you know how to make magic items? Can you brew potions? Do you know how to help me curse my classmates? My classmates always discriminate against me and bully me. I want to show them some color. "Tiera raised the pen and asked several questions in a row.

[What a stupid mudblood. 】Tiera heard Voldemort say this, 【but the dumber the better. After I'm resurrected, maybe I can turn you into an Inferi. 】

But the notebook wrote: "Of course, our encounter is a gift of fate. In my long and boring time, I finally met a cute little wizard. Your wish is my mission."

Tiera almost rolled her eyes, and sure enough, the two devils are the most hateful, and you are not a **** yourself.

So is this convert mania?

……

At the same time at the Christmas dinner, Harry Zuo Zhang hopeful, and then poked Ron.

"Hey, Ron, did you see Tiera?"

"No." Ron said vaguely while stuffing butter potatoes into his mouth.

"Ron, I want to go find Tiera in the dormitory." Harry said with some worry, "Tiera acted weird when he received that gift today, I'm afraid..."

"Hey, don't worry, he's Tiera." Ron interrupted, a little confused about Harry's worries, "He's Tiera, he can come out... Hey, look at Harry, Tiera Isn't that what you're doing here?"

Harry followed Ron's fingers to the door and found Tiera walked in with a faint smile on his face.

Tiera looked a little haggard, but for some reason, Harry felt that Tiera was more charming than before, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, and couldn't help but want to get close.