DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Don't be so excited, Professor Dumbledore seems to be alone all the time. The password is "Kumquat Lemon", you go quickly, don't make him wait..."

Harry stepped forward and patted Carl on the shoulder, and said with a smile on his face, he simply didn't understand the true meaning of Carl's words.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Carl wiped away his tears, and secretly swore that he would learn the Oblivion Curse from Lockhart next time. This magic was really important to him.

Ten minutes later, he was already standing at the door of the principal's office, reluctantly said the password and walked up.

"Oh~ Karl, you're here. It's been a month since school started. You haven't come to see me, an old man, by the way, are you still used to the second-grade classes?"

Dumbledore winked at him, a genial smile spreading across his face.

"Professor Dumbledore, I don't seem to have asked you to find any magic books for me before. If so, what happened just now? I don't think Harry would joke about this kind of thing..."

Carl stood in front of Dumbledore in two or three steps, with some doubts on his fair face, he decided to play dumb and keep the diary no matter what.

"You were the one who fought Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest last year, I can't think of anyone else except you..."

Dumbledore shook his head, he had already seen through so much information combined.

"Um~, that's right, it's me!"

Seeing that the matter was brought to light, Karl simply didn't bother to pretend. He stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly. The plain black Hogwarts school uniform on his body began to transform into a mysterious purple-black. Fire cloud magic patterns began to emerge, and a golden coral staff floated behind him.

This was the first time for Dumbledore to see Carl in full bloom. His blue eyes shimmered under his half-moon-shaped glasses, and the golden staff behind Carl made him feel an unusual aura.

"I feel the breath of adventure from you. It seems that you have gained a lot during the summer vacation..."

Dumbledore squinted his eyes and nodded slightly. He was very relieved to see his students getting more and more advanced in magic.

"The item belonging to Voldemort should be in your hands, right? Harry told me all the details he got from Dobby, and it's not that difficult for me to deduce the truth..."

The expression on Dumbledore's face did not change at all, he still looked at Carl with a smile.

"I went to Knockturn Alley to buy something the other day, and I happened to meet Lucius in Bojinbok's store. One of the items he was about to sell caught my attention, so I intercepted it..."

Carl waved his hand lightly, and the projection of the diary exuded a little fluorescent light and floated in mid-air, as if it were real.

"A diary, is there anything special about it?"

With a wave of Dumbledore's hand, the diary, which was still in mid-air, began to spin continuously. His eyes only focused on it, observing every detail in the diary. He dared not be careless about anything about Voldemort, because it would lead to tragedy if he was not careful. easy.

"This diary has its own thoughts, as long as he writes on it, he can feel it and respond accordingly. He claims to be a memory left by a student named Tom Marvolo Riddle..."

Carl stared at the light and shadow of the diary he created, and introduced softly.

"Magic items with their own consciousness are not lacking in the wizarding world. The Sorting Hat can do it, and so can most of the portraits carefully drawn by the magic painter. It seems that he should make Hogwarts chaos for another year ..."

Hearing Tom Riddle's name, Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, and then he expressed his opinion...

Carl twitched his lips, how could his best friend Tom be compared with those coquettish sluts who only have self-awareness but no real soul.

"No, it's not the same. This diary is completely different from those portraits. During this month's contact, I seem to feel the existence of a soul..."

Carl shook his head and expressed his own opinion. Tom is rushing to be resurrected this year, in his sixteen-year-old perfect state, so as to completely get rid of the trouble of the double-hole socket...

"soul?!"

Dumbledore's pupils shrank sharply, and he couldn't sit still after hearing this word, and the unscrupulous smile on his face was also put away, replaced by an extremely serious look.

Whether it is a wizard or a Muggle, the most mysterious part is always the soul, where memories are stored and the secret of eternal life is hidden.

"That's right, I tested it with my inherited magic. The diary should have a soul, but it's not complete, it's just a fragment. It should have been split by Voldemort at the age of sixteen..."

Carl gripped his staff tightly and punched the ground forcefully.

A black-and-white world like an ink painting appeared in front of Dumbledore. A handsome black-haired boy who seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old sat quietly on a step in Hogwarts, staring into the distance Defense Against the Dark Arts class office, he was wearing a robe representing Slytherin House, with a shiny prefect badge hanging on his chest...

"Tom..."

Seeing the old man from fifty years ago reappear in front of his eyes, Dumbledore was filled with emotion.

"When I first got the diary before, I felt a little strange, because I searched through the entire diary and found no traces of ancient magic patterns and energy centers, which really does not conform to the basic law of a black magic item.

Later, I used dimensional magic and soul power to intrude into the hidden space of the diary, only to discover its secret. The diary is not a dark magic item at all, it is just a carrier, accompanying Voldemort in the past day and night, the only purpose is to carry that piece of soul..."

Carl sighed and looked at Voldemort when he was young. Although he was not as handsome as himself, his appearance was at the top level among boys, and he didn't know how this guy would disfigure him in the future. It is not an exaggeration to hate ghosts and gods, but is this the price of power?

Sure enough, the strength carried by the human body is limited. If I want to become stronger, the only way is... I am no longer a human being!

When thinking of this, Karl looked down at his hands and fell into philosophical meditation.

It seems that when he transplanted the Eye of Darkness at the age of eight, and his blood was completely transformed into the life of the demon world, strictly speaking, he could no longer be regarded as a normal person.

But……

Carl quietly took out a small mirror from his sleeve. Inside, the little boy with red lips and white teeth was smiling at him with big emerald green eyes, long eyelashes and meticulously combed black hair, paired with pointed ears and mysterious robes...

How come the gap is so big?