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 moved her hand closer to the diary.
A piece of ice cold.
This was Tiera's first impression after coming into contact with the diary.
Suddenly, a picture flashed in Tiera's mind——
A tall boy with black hair, about fifteen or sixteen years old, so thin that he lost his appearance, huddled in a blank light.
Tiera only felt a sudden change in her spiritual existence, and a weak, almost undetectable magic power flowed into the diary.
Fortunately, Tiera's control is far beyond that of an ordinary child. Immediately cut off his own magic power transmission.
But it was already too late. The scene that Tiera saw the moment before she withdrew her finger was that the thin boy opened his eyes.
The diary that was originally folded and placed on the coffee table automatically turned to the first page without wind, and a line of text gradually appeared on it:
"Hello, my name is Tom Riddle, what's your name?"
Tiera had retreated behind the sofa and raised her wand nervously when she saw words appearing on the book.
However, Tiera finally slowly put down the wand, because he knew that unless he was willing to lose another finger, his current magic would not be able to damage the diary at all.
He picked up the quill that someone had put on the table, dipped it in some ink, and wrote in his diary:
"Hello, Tom, my name is Tiera."
"Hello, Tiera, are you a little wizard from Hogwarts?" Another line appeared in the diary.
"Yes," Tiera wrote.
"What grade are you in this year?"
"First grade." Tiera replied seemingly honestly, while sneaking her fingers to her notebook.
[Great, he’s a first-grade kid. 】
"Welcome, welcome to the Hogwarts family."
Tiera's fingers brought him information completely different from the written words.
Tiera frowned slightly and continued to write:
"Are you also a student at Hogwarts?"
[What’s going on with this kid? Why can't I read his mind at all? 】
"Yes, if you count, I am still your senior and attended Hogwarts a few years before you."
Tiera understood. He knew that this was his mental wall at work.
Although this spell developed by Merlin to resist spiritual pollution from alien gods was only on the first level, it could still defend against a weak Horcrux.
After all, what was in front of him now was only the fragment of Voldemort's soul, not the full form of Voldemort.
"Who gave you to me?" Tiera wrote.
"Our meeting is a gift from fate." Such words appeared in the diary.
At the same time, Tiela knew Voldemort's true inner thoughts through her fingers:
[Malfoy is indeed unreliable. He handed over my Horcrux to a young wizard so casually. But it’s okay. I might be able to be resurrected through him... Well, I must gain his trust first. No, this is not enough. I want to Take control of him, I will make him my slave! 】
Yes, Tiera thought to herself, Voldemort is an old PUA.
He wondered if Bella Strange had been driven mad by Voldemort.
"A gift from fate?" Tiera wrote again, adding a big question mark.
"I am the book of wisdom and the book of power. I can grant your wishes."
"Whether you want to catch up with the girl you like or beat the classmate you hate, I can help you achieve it."
This was true, but Tiera also felt an inexplicable force trying to penetrate his mental wall.
[Damn it, why can’t I absorb his magic power? 】
In order not to make Voldemort suspicious, Tiera relaxed a little bit of her mental latitude, revealing a wisp of magic power that even a simple levitation spell couldn't support.
Voldemort was satisfied after receiving the magic power. He still looked thin and out of shape, but he had that faint, evil smile on his face.
He was thinking about how to drain Tiera's magic power.
Because Tiera only revealed magic power, but did not fully open up her spiritual dimension.
Therefore, Voldemort could only learn a small amount of information about Tiera.
In other words, he can only know the information Tiera wants him to know.
Voldemort only knew that Tiera was also an orphan, equally talented, and equally ambitious.
But unlike herself, Tiera did not have a noble bloodline, nor was she good at dancing or charming. Instead, she was ostracized by the little wizards of Gryffindor because she was timid and dull.
[Same as Peter, the mouse. ] Voldemort thought fiercely.
Tiera imitated the way she dealt with the Sorting Hat at the beginning of school by sending half-truths and half-false information into the diary.
But compared to a few months ago, Tiera, whose magic and spirit had made great progress, did it effortlessly.
Suddenly, Tiera seemed to have a clear understanding of how to construct the virtual spiritual dimension of magic items.
"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." Yela raised her pen and asked several questions in succession.
[What a stupid Mudblood. ] Tiera heard Voldemort say, [But the stupider, the better. After I am resurrected, maybe I can turn you into an Inferi. 】
But the notebook said: "Of course, our meeting is a gift from fate. In my long and boring time, I finally met a cute little wizard. Your wish is my mission."
Tiera almost rolled her eyes. Sure enough, the two Japs are the most hateful. You are still a bastard.
So is this convert fanaticism?
…
At the same time at the Christmas dinner, Harry looked uneasy and then poked Ron.
"Hey Ron, have you seen Tiera?"
"No." Ron said vaguely while stuffing butter potatoes into his mouth.
"Ron, I want to go to the dormitory to look for Tiera." Harry said with some worry, "Tiera acted very strangely when she received the 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... Hey, look at Harry, Tiera Isn’t this what you’ve come to do?”
Harry followed Ron's hand towards the door and found Tiera walking in with a faint smile on her 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 blowing on her face, and he couldn't help but want to get close to her.
