Kyle stared at the diary for a long time with a quill pen in his hand, but he was reluctant to open it.

He is hesitating...

The diary is Voldemort's first Horcrux, and in some ways, it is also the most special one.

Because among all of Voldemort's Horcruxes, only the soul in the diary can be resurrected without being separated from the body.

If conditions permit, the soul fragments attached to the diary can even directly absorb the vitality of others and condense a body out of thin air.

Even the Albanian Voldemort couldn't do this incredible way of resurrection.

Otherwise, he would have sucked Quirrell dry last year, and there would be no need to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

If the soul is regarded as a piece of scone, perhaps the soul in the diary is the largest one, and it is far larger than Voldemort's body.

After all, it’s the first time I cut it, and I’m not skilled, so the piece will naturally be a little bigger, or even cut in half.

This would also explain why Riddle had such complete memories and the ability to talk to people... It could be said that, apart from the inability to use spells, this diary was no different from Riddle's student days.

This kind of completeness...maybe it is the correct way to open the Horcrux.

Kyle suddenly became curious. If Riddle could be successfully resurrected, what kind of relationship would he and Voldemort have?

Collaboration? Or a fight to the death.

Kyle felt that the latter possibility was more likely. Of course, it was also possible that they would cooperate first, and then decide the ownership of the name "Voldemort" after dealing with Dumbledore and Harry.

But no matter what, the two of them will not coexist forever.

After all, a man as proud as Voldemort would definitely not allow a second self to exist...even if they both have the same soul.

When Kyle came to his senses, he realized that he had been sitting in front of the diary for more than an hour.

He shook his head, put away the strange thoughts in his mind, and put down the quill.

Tom Riddle was undoubtedly an excellent student during his school days. He was smart, good at winning people's hearts and disguising himself, and had a strong ability to read people's expressions and keen insight.

Kyle remembered Dumbledore saying that he was one of the smartest students he had ever met.

Before that, this sentence belonged to Tom Riddle... and at that time, there was no final "one".

Facing such an opponent, Kyle must be cautious to ensure that he does not reveal any flaws.

At least he had to weave himself a "vest" that would make Riddle let down his guard.

Kyle took out the box Nicolas Flamel gave him and put the diary in it. Then he took out a thick parchment book from the box under the bed.

On the outside of the booklet, there is a line of cursive characters written in ink.

The Mystery of Fear

He had just copied this from the banned books section before the holiday and hadn't had time to read it carefully.

Most of what's described above is about the study of black magic, but there are also some more practical things.

It includes reference to advanced uses of Occlumency…actively opening the mind to hide only key thoughts and memories.

This is probably the method Snape used when he was undercover among the Death Eaters.

If he had an empty head, he would have been discovered by Voldemort long ago.

Even Kyle could imagine the scene at that time...

"Hey, you're hiding your thoughts from me. If there's something wrong, drag me out of Avada."

Well...that's about it.

Of course, Kyle couldn't reach Snape's level of proficiency in a short period of time... It would take a lot of time to practice.

But if you just use it superficially to make your head look less empty, it will be much simpler.

Three days later.

"Ron, is Kyle out again?"

At the dining table in the Burrow, Harry was cutting a slice of bread while asking, "It seems like I haven't seen him since I came back from Diagon Alley."

"I don't know either." Ron shook his head. He had been a little obsessed with Harry's Nimbus 2000 recently, and he would go to the Quidditch place whenever he had time every day. He really didn't pay attention to this.

"But Fred and George should know..."

"What?"

Fred, who had just come down from upstairs, heard Ron calling his name and couldn't help asking, "What were you talking about just now?"

"Oh, I was asking about Kyle..." Harry said, "I haven't seen him recently. Is he out again?"

Fred came to the table and started spreading marmalade on the bread. "Why do you ask this suddenly? Do you want to see him?"

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"It's Hermione," Harry said. "She really likes the automatic inkjet quill that Kyle gave to Ron, so she asked me to help her ask if it's for sale."

"Sell, of course!"

George sat down next to Harry and pulled a brand new quill from his pocket and handed it to him.

"I have to say you have good taste. Although this is one of our early works, it is quite popular. And the price is reasonable, only one Sickle."

“Early work?”

Harry looked at the quill in his hand in confusion... Didn't Kell say that he made it from Nicolas Flamel? Could he have remembered it wrongly?

However, this quill pen looks no different from Ron's... they both look like ordinary quill pens.

"You can try it." Fred said with a smile, "It's free."

"Oh well."

Harry rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled ball of paper.

It was a notice issued before the holiday, stating that students were not allowed to use magic outside of school. He didn't even read it at the time and just stuffed it into his pocket. Now it just happened to come in handy.

Harry flattened the paper and picked up the quill as Fred and George looked expectantly at him.

"puff!"

As soon as the tip of the pen touched the paper, a large amount of ink spurted out from the end of the quill pen and hit him directly in the face.

Harry was stunned, holding the quill blankly, his entire face dyed the color of ink.

Fred and George were laughing, holding their stomachs, but a second later, Mrs. Weasley's angry voice came from behind them.

"Harry is a guest, how dare you... and did I ever tell you not to do such tricks in my house!"

Fred and George turned their heads with difficulty.

Mrs. Weasley stood just behind them, holding a spatula in her hand like a sword.

And this sword may fall on their heads at any time.

"Mom, I can explain." Fred said hurriedly, "This is what Harry wanted!"

George nodded. "Yes, Harry wanted to buy one for his friend, so we just brought it out for him to try out. Ron can testify to that!"

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