Seeing that Quirrell fainted, the face continued: "Slytherin's secret room, the hiding room on the 8th floor, and the sewer in the toilet room where Myrtle stayed. They are all good places to hide things. .”
Bagir nodded and spoke together with the diary: "Safe, but only safe. You and I both understand that your being allowed to enter Hogwarts depends entirely on the tacit understanding between you and Dumbledore. No casualties can be caused. It’s one of those things.”
"What do you mean?"
"You should understand."
"Are you threatening me? Do you want to hunt outside and gain a body?" That face was the first time Voldemort had murderous intentions.
There is only one Voldemort in this world!
He needed to destroy a Horcrux for this, and he didn't care!
The fact that the diary absorbs life force so slowly is also a limitation he set.
Bagir nodded, "Yes. If you don't agree, I will randomly select a lucky person to be the blood cow I shape. By then, you will no longer be able to stay in Hogwarts."
"Oh?" Voldemort sneered, "Do you really think Dumbledore wouldn't know if there is something going on at Hogwarts?"
"Of course." Bajier answered decisively, "It's just like the room on the 8th floor. It's not far from the principal's office, but you also hid a Horcrux in it——"
"How do you know?" Voldemort was furious.
In my mind, I replaced the safe house with traps that I planned to provide to the diary with one that was relatively harmless to the diary.
"Of course I know. Ravenclaw's diadem, right? To think that Helena would finally open up to me."
"Hmph!" Voldemort snorted, "When I still have that disgusting face, no woman can say no to me."
"What's the address?"
"There is no address. There is a line of elves in the kitchen that have always been affiliated with Slytherin. I only discovered this when I was about to graduate. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I didn't abandon the despicable Riddle before. The descendants of Slytherin are not in the school. Before causing harm, or giving instructions not to harm the school. They will be very obedient." At this point, Voldemort was a little angry.
This line of elves no longer listen to his orders.
Is it because of Myrtle's death?
Maybe because of the current confrontation between him and Hogwarts Headmaster Dumbledore?
In short, the most they now follow is as minor a prank as adding salt to Dumbledore's dessert.
"Then do they still listen to 'my' orders?"
"You issue commands in Parseltongue through this boy. They understand Parseltongue. This boy is the equivalent of a clean descendant of Slytherin."
"What is your name?"
"They're all called Lailai. You just need to tell it that you need to send things to safe house No. 7. By the way, you don't have to go to the kitchen. Call their names at the statue in the secret room, and they can hear it." Voldemort He said while suppressing his anger.
Lucius Malfoy has been completely sentenced to death by him.
At the same time, he was also a little regretful.
It would be nice if the boy in front of him was not controlled and he himself recovered some of his strength.
This way he could rest assured and have the energy to look into the boy's heart. Know how he was discovered.
"Lailai?" In Voldemort's eyes, Bagir's eyes were empty and he was still 'controlled'.
As everyone knows, Bajir is daydreaming about how to search for the gold Galleons inside after Riddle secures the safe house.
Bagir suppressed his joy: "Then I will leave first. I will leave this boy with the memory that you answered him, what is a great wizard."
"Hmph! It seems that Lucius really hates this brat. You can modify your memory. I'm afraid he provided a lot of vitality when he sent you here." Voldemort sneered again. But he didn't stop Bagir from leaving the room. Instead, he picked up the scarf on one side and wrapped it around his face.
Some distance after walking out of the door, in the blind spot of the portrait and ghost surveillance, Bajir's figure disappeared.
The next second, Bagir appeared from the empty dormitory bathroom.
"Riddle, how did I do?"
Riddle, who had returned to the diary, holding the wand in his hand and ready to fight at all times, said: "My lord, your last performance was a bit unsatisfactory. I have not fully recovered. I cannot control the memory of the possessed person. The possessed person will just wake up with a blank look on his face. He doesn't know anything. Fortunately, Voldemort convinced himself."
"He could not have imagined that there would be a second Horcrux of his diary in the world."
"Besides, you work well with me with your keen sense. Especially since he prefers to refer to house elves as that. Not him or her."
........
Mag has been very depressed recently.
Her office is a small study off the corridor on the second floor.
There is a roaring fireplace and a hidden door leading to a bedroom with a gravel floor.
But no matter which room, you can see the Quidditch pitch and the lawn outside the castle outside the window.
These two locations are where various academies conduct ball training and flying lessons.
The Malfoy boy did no worse than Harry during flying lessons, after he adjusted his grip.
But that's okay.
Gryffindor teams tend to train harder.
The Slytherin team just made haste.
If it weren't for the fact that they were all big, had money at home and were generally good at broomsticks, and also liked to rely on their physical advantages to make fouls, she couldn't imagine how Slytherin could beat Gryffindor.
But this boy is different.
Even if the school team is not practicing.
He is still practicing hard.
In this case, wouldn't her long-cherished wish of seeing the Slytherin Quidditch team fail be in doubt?
That wasn't the only thing that bothered her.
Because of her status as vice principal.
The teachers in her department are usually responsible for checking the castle's assets.
Recently, they discovered that the tables, chairs and benches in many vacant classrooms had been destroyed one by one.
Some are even lost.
They suspected Peeves.
Peeves also admitted it himself (actually, Peeves: So what if I did it? Slightly).
But fortunately, the damage never happened again.
In addition, there were two students in the Transfiguration class who gave her a particularly headache.
One is Seamus Finnigan, who can cause spells to explode if he's not careful.
The other one, Barzil Granger, was too out of the ordinary.
Although very excellent.
But I always like to ask some outrageous questions.
There are also some logical ideas.
For example, she said that as long as something can be seen, the transfiguration technique can transform and splice it together.
He asked if he could combine a microscope that could see DNA to observe the DNA structure of himself and the magical creatures who wanted to gain talents.
In the next experiment, the latter's DNA fragment was inserted into the former's using constant deformation.
Then use magic potion to refine the meat shell using the modified blood as raw material.
After many experiments, after the appearance and magical magnetic field were harmonious, I used the results on myself.
But today, the child was exceptionally quiet.
After completing today's class goal - turning a quill pen into an iron spoon, I became motionless.
Unlike before, he came up to her shamelessly, holding her hand and asking questions.
