Almost at the same time, a piece of messy words like cursive writing appeared on the paper.

Kyle squinted his eyes for a long time before he could barely understand what he wrote.

[Don't give the diary to Dumbledore... I mean, Professor Dumbledore is the person I admire the most. I would rather visit him in person than just have a memory of him. I believe I will think the same thing fifty years later.]

When reading this sentence, Kyle felt the same sense of being watched again, and this time it was more obvious.

At the same time, a faint whisper came from his mind, constantly suggesting that he should believe Riddle's words.

But under the influence of brain occlusion, this suggestion becomes explicit, and it is just short of being put out in the open.

In addition to Legilimency, do you even know the Confusion Spell?

Tsk tsk, even the name has a strong flavor of Lao Liu, which is too shitty.

Kyle raised his eyebrows, pretending to know nothing, and wrote calmly: "You make sense, Tom, I was negligent."

"I think Headmaster Dumbledore would prefer you to show him the diary in person."

[That's right. You are right.]

Riddle's handwriting returned to normal.

[So you must not show him the diary, okay? ]

"Since you said so... then alright."

Kyle agreed readily.

But after this incident, Riddle didn't dare to ask any more questions and just became a tutor. He seemed to be afraid that Kyle would suddenly give the diary to Dumbledore again.

Although he became more honest, Kyle's experience became worse...

Because Riddle's handwriting was fading, from black at the beginning to gray, and before he had said a few words it turned into light gray.

Finally, when Kyle asked another question about the arrangement of runes, Riddle stopped answering.

A line of very light words appeared in the diary.

[I'm afraid I can't study with you anymore for the time being. ]

"Why..." Kyle wrote anxiously.

The unit on basic arrangement was about to end, but why did it fail at this moment?

You must be doing this on purpose...

[The diary's magic power is almost exhausted. ]

"Does this require magic power?"

"But...I remember the portraits in the castle were talking all the time."

[It's different. Hogwarts Castle is a very special place, which has a huge magical power. The portrait is also part of the castle, so there is no need to worry about consumption.]

[But I am just an ordinary diary. I can only communicate with you through the magic power stored in myself. ]

"Then what should I do..."

Kyle seemed very anxious and asked quickly: "Can I stick you to the wall of the castle when school starts?"

"I know there is a wall that is particularly smooth. It is in the corridor to the right of the library on the second floor. Although several Gryffindor students often throw dung balls on it, the caretaker Mr. Filch has cleaned it and also sprayed it with fragrance to ensure that there is no smell."

Riddle fell silent again...

Although he didn't know what a dung ball was, he knew from the name that it was definitely not a good thing.

Are the young wizards playing so wild nowadays?

[No, my diary is not part of the castle, so it is useless even if I put it on the wall.]

As if afraid that Kyle couldn't see clearly, the words turned light gray again.

[I can recover slowly on my own, but it may take a little longer, and I won’t be able to answer your questions during this period.]

Kyle glanced at the box next to him that could block magic.

Produced by Nicolas Flamel, the effect is naturally needless to say. If the diary is allowed to restore itself, it may not take long.

"I still have a lot to share with you, my new friend."

These were the words Riddle had been waiting for.

[If you need my help with anything, you can use fresh...dragon blood as ink. That will help me recover faster.]

"Dragon blood?"

Kyle was stunned for a moment. He had thought that Riddle wanted some small animals as life-saving treasures, but he didn't expect that what he wanted was dragon blood.

"But Tom... I remember the twelve uses of dragon blood, and it doesn't have the function of replenishing magic power."

[That’s true for wizards, but I’m a diary now, so I can absorb the magic from it…]

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In fact, Riddle wanted unicorn blood more. That special blood could help him recover faster... and he wouldn't have to worry about the curse.

But in order not to arouse Kyle's suspicion, he had to settle for the second best and choose dragon blood.

"Replenishing magic power for special items, is this the thirteenth use of dragon blood?"

"That's amazing, Tom...even Headmaster Dumbledore didn't notice this."

[Maybe.]

Riddle replied perfunctorily, seemingly not wanting to discuss anything related to Dumbledore.

[The magic of the diary is running out, let’s talk about something else. ]

Kyle raised his eyebrows and said, "Tom, it may be my illusion, but I feel like you are a little afraid of Headmaster Dumbledore."

[Okay, I admit that there is a little bit, but this is normal, isn't it... He is the most powerful wizard. ]

If the words hadn't disappeared so quickly, Kyle really wanted to save this sentence.

Voldemort himself admitted that he was afraid of Dumbledore... this would have made the front page of the Daily Prophet.

"You're wrong, Tom."

Kyle thought for a moment, then wrote:

"Dumbledore was the most powerful wizard twelve years ago, but not now."

【What?】The handwriting became illegible again.

"Twelve years ago, someone killed a dark wizard who was as powerful as Dumbledore without even using a wand..."

【What's his name... I mean, the dark wizard. 】

"It seems to be called Voldemort or Winged Demon or something... Never mind, it's not important."

"Okay Tom, take a good rest. I'm going to go find some fresh dragon blood now. We'll talk next time!"

After finishing writing, Kyle immediately closed the diary.

He seemed to vaguely see a new paragraph of words appearing in it, and the ink was quite dark in color.

I didn't see clearly what was written, but it doesn't matter.

Kyle tossed the diary into the box, closed the lid tightly, and put it aside.

After that, he sorted out the parchments filled with various formulas on the table, and read them bit by bit while comparing them with the "Detailed Explanation of Runic Symbols".

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(End of this chapter)