Sifels Cliveden

Chapter 22 Memory

After getting the diary, Mr. Principal would throw a few spells on it with his wand almost every night. Not to mention, this diary looks ordinary, but it is quite defensive.All manifestation magics are useless, and ordinary magic is useless, but Mr. Principal dare not use magic that is too lethal. If it really turns into a handful of ashes, it will be a waste of a clue.In desperation, he threw the diary in his hand on the table, so he just knocked over the little ink bottle left, and most of the ink spilled on the diary.

Mr. Principal looked at the diary intently, the ink was completely absorbed in an instant, and he stretched out his hand to open the book, but it was still blank. A thought flashed through his mind, and he subconsciously threw several confusion spells into the diary Ben, walked to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and the green flames of the "Potions Office" rose up, and the headmaster stuck his head into the flames, "Severus, I need your Polyjuice Potion. If it works, it would be even better if you can bring a few student hairs by the way!"

"Damn Albus Dumbledore! You ruined my pot of potions again! No hair! This is not a Muggle barber shop! I'll send the potions to the house-elf, now you can go!" A growl came from the flames, and the headmaster shrugged, waiting for the house-elf to arrive.

"Crack!" "Dear Mr. Headmaster! It's like the potion I brought you!" A house elf wearing an old pillowcase appeared in front of Mr. Headmaster.

"Oh, yes, thank you, Kebi." Mr. Principal looked at Kebi with a smile on his face, took the potion, picked up the notebook and walked out.

"Oh! The great Headmaster Dumbledore actually said thank you to Kobi!" Kobi reached out and grabbed his neckline tightly, and shed tears for a while in excitement, then Apparated and left.

Since there is no student's hair, then find it yourself!Mr. Principal gave himself a Disillusionment Charm, and walked lightly towards the Gryffindor dormitory. He didn't believe that Voldemort would leave a diary that could only absorb ink in the school. Since he wanted to use another identity to go To test the diary, is there anyone more suitable than Harry?there is none left!So the sleeping Harry quietly lost a few hairs while turning over. Oh, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, there are always some small privileges, such as slipping away without disturbing the animation. Going into the student dormitory and pulling your hair?

There's Polyjuice Potion, there's hair, and a dorm!Mr. Principal chose the Room of Response on the eighth floor, "I need a Gryffindor dormitory, I need a Gryffindor dormitory, I need a Gryffindor dormitory..." He meditated on the room he needed, and in the designated location After walking back and forth three times, a dormitory door appeared on the wall out of thin air.

Mr. Headmaster opened the door and walked in, waved his wand and cast a few confusion spells around, threw Harry's hair into the Polyjuice Potion, pinched his nose and swallowed it in one gulp, "Evil... it really is Severus' potion , there is nothing that is not bad to drink... much worse than tooth potion." Mr. Principal's tall and thin body changed greatly while he was speaking, his long beard and hair shortened rapidly, and his cheeks also changed. In less than 10 minutes, he turned into a "Harry" in a long robe, squinted his eyes and cast a transformation spell on his half-moon eyes, He changed into Harry's round glasses of the same style, and then put them back on. He adjusted to the blurred vision a little bit, muttered "How short-sighted is Harry?" and then waved his magic wand, turning the star-moon robes on his body into Striped pajamas, that's what he saw when he was pulling his hair~

Everything was ready, Mr. Principal lay comfortably on the soft bed, took a quill, dipped it in ink, recalled Harry's handwriting, and wrote "Hello, I'm Harry Potter. "

"Hello, Harry Potter, my name is Riddle, how did you get my diary?" A line of words slowly appeared under the line written by Mr. Principal.

"Oh, I found it in an abandoned bathroom! At that time, this book was soaking in the toilet, as if someone was trying to flush it down..." Mr. Principal said casually.

"I know there will always be people who don't like me, thankfully I chose a good way to preserve my memory."

"Why do some people dislike you? Isn't a book that can chat with you very interesting?" Mr. Principal continued to talk nonsense.

"Because there is a terrible memory recorded in the diary, about the memory that someone in Hogwarts is trying to hide..."

"What's that? Oh, yes, I'm at Hogwarts now, and something terrible happened a while ago. By the way, do you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?"

"Oh, the secret room, the secret room, of course I know! Back then they said that the secret room did not exist, but when I was in the fifth grade, the secret room was opened, and several students were attacked, and in the end even killed, a girl died In the hands of the monster. If the monster is not caught, Hogwarts will face the danger of being closed. This is my home, so I finally caught the guy who opened the secret room. But the headmaster at the time felt that this A disgrace to Hogwarts, they sent me a medal and told me to keep it a secret, only to say that the girl died accidentally... I knew it would happen again because the monster didn't die, Someone will be attacked again..."

Mr. Principal raised his eyebrows, evoking a word of unknown meaning. He seemed to feel that the diary was carefully absorbing his vitality through his own writing. If he hadn't been prepared for it, he would probably ignore it intuitively. Come on, come and show me what you can do, Tom.

A line of words appeared on the notebook immediately, "I will prove it to you."

"Okay." Mr. Principal paused, wrote these two words, and then saw the diary turning the pages by itself, and finally stayed on the page of June [-]th, a blank page A small window appeared, just like an old-fashioned black and white Muggle TV. Mr. Principal picked up the notebook and glanced at it, and was sucked in by that small window...

He came to June 50th 50 years ago. As soon as he stood firmly, Mr. Principal, he knew where he was. Don’t be familiar with it anymore. It was the principal’s office, but the person who sat in that position [-] years ago was not Just him.Mr. Principal looked at this memory silently. If he hadn't experienced this incident, he would probably have really been taken aback by this slightly modified memory. Well, at that time, he was already so good at attracting people's hearts. Tom, why don't you continue, the more you look like a lunatic who loses his mind, although his strength has indeed improved a lot, but he always feels like he has missed something... What is it...

After Mr. Principal came out of memory, there was no movement in the diary anymore. It looked as if he had consumed too much and fell into a deep sleep. However, Mr. Principal knew very well that the current state of the diary could not be better. The loss of some vitality made the principal feel a little tired. After the effect of the medicine disappeared, the principal rubbed his forehead, picked up the diary and walked back to the principal's office, and put the diary into a well-equipped insulated container. I decided to review the memories of the past few decades, it seems that I don't need to sleep again today.

I took out the memory and put it in the meditation tray, and carefully sorted out some long-term memories, and then found that every time Voldemort's magic power increased by a certain amount, he would call Severus over to brew high-quality soul stability. Potion, what forbidden black magic can cause soul turmoil?And the after-effects are still gradually losing their minds, becoming irritable and bloodthirsty... Mr. Principal frowned and thought carefully. He vaguely remembered that he had read books about this kind of forbidden magic. When did he... Ah!is that one!Mr. Headmaster knocked his head, "It seems that he is old. Such an obvious feature, isn't it a Horcrux... It's a forbidden magic that Gellert has seen and has been a little bit excited about."

Mr. Principal looked at the diary with a complicated expression. This time, it can explain why Lily's life guard just made him disappear instead of dying directly. It turned out that he cut his soul, Tom, Tom, you are nothing more than that... Yeah, why did I forget, Voldemort, ha, Voldemort, fly away from death... This diary should be the first Horcrux he made.Mr. Principal remembers that he seems to have had a few times of magic growth. Since he cut it several times, will there be six Horcruxes, plus the main soul is seven soul fragments, using the number seven with magic power to maintain Fragile stability between soul shards and shards.

It seems that someone should check it carefully, Mr. Principal pinched the bridge of his nose, then thought of someone, his eyes lit up, "Aha, this time I have found a reason to 'drive' you, cunning Ke Riveden... Well, I heard that he loves the adopted child very much. Speaking of which, the more you look at the facial features of that little guy, Sifels, the more familiar he is. Ah, it must be one of the students he once taught... I don't want to I don’t want to, I don’t want to sleep anymore, it’s going to be dawn..." Mr. Principal slowly moved to the compartment inside the principal’s office, where his room is...

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"Ha Qiu!" Cadillac, who had just finished some kind of exercise, suddenly sneezed, and then stretched out a bare hand from under the quilt, and touched his forehead accurately, checked his temperature, and found that After nothing was wrong, she followed the silly father's face down and pressed it on his shoulder.

"Quickly cover the quilt!" Mr. Butler stretched out his long hand and clasped him tightly into his arms, "Don't move around, huh? Do you want to do it again? Well, don't make trouble! If you move again, don't even think about it tomorrow Bed! Oh, yes, it's already the second day, so you can't wait?"

"Well, it's okay, I won't move anymore! Go to sleep!" Cadillac froze suddenly, and subconsciously stretched his hand behind his back to cover a certain place, but unfortunately he forgot that both of them were lying naked on the bed, Moreover, he was still leaning against someone's arms, and when he stretched his hand back, it was just...cough...

"It's too late..." Mr. Butler hugged him tightly and realized something was wrong. He wanted to escape from a certain father. He glanced at the slightly lit window. It was almost dawn, but he still didn't want to sleep. It seemed a better choice to do something he liked~

The author has something to say:

Oh, no little Syfy and little Hermione today...

Only the very dirty Mr. Butler and the silly father...

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"Do you think I like you because I often chat with you?"

"Love you, baby, close it"

Yes, yes, this is very flirtatious_(:з」∠)_