Meeting with Mr. Riddle?

Ginny froze.

There was a voice in her subconscious that told her: Don't do this, it's stupid and dangerous to trust a magic item! But her curiosity was aroused like a cat.

What kind of person is the real Mr. Riddle? I have never really understood Mr. Riddle, but now, there is such an opportunity before me -

"But how can we do it?" Ginny's inner desire overwhelmed her vigilance. Of course, this was also related to the fact that Cyrus had made the little girl trust him. She hardly thought that "Mr. Riddle" could hurt her.

Cyrus was very happy to see that Ginny agreed.

If Voldemort himself had anything to be praised for besides his magical talent, it would probably be this body, which Rowling has chosen as the most handsome in the book. Tom Riddle used it to deceive many women before he transformed himself with the dark magic. To this day, the soul of one of Hogwarts' victims is still wandering in the Ravenclaw tower! He was the descendant of Ravenclaw, the most intelligent of the four giants, but he turned out to be a foolish love-brain.

"All you have to do is bury your face in the book, and I will take you into my memory."

The diary seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and the pages turned rustlingly and stopped at a certain page.

Ginny stared at the page of the diary in amazement, it seemed to have turned into a miniature TV screen. With slightly trembling hands, she lifted the book and put her eyes to the small window; before she could react, her body fell forward; the window was getting bigger, and Ginny felt her body leave the chair and fall headfirst into the gap in the page, into a flying and swirling color and light.

This is a gray space. The silver mist flowing around is like flowing morning fog, which looks both light and heavy.

She looked around nervously, searching for anyone who might be "Mr. Riddle."

Cyrus was not playing hide-and-seek with her. He was standing not far away, holding the phantom of a wand that did not belong to anyone in his hand, and looking at her with his head tilted and a chuckle.

"Mr. Riddle?"

Ginny called out to him tentatively.

"Hello, Ginny." Cyrus's answer immediately turned her inner nervousness into joy.

She trotted to Cyrus and looked at him in surprise. I'm afraid this little girl never thought that this "Mr. Riddle" who had been communicating with her was so handsome.

"Are you really Mr. Riddle?"

"To be precise, this is just his memory." Cyrus said cleverly. He tried his best to make his words not lie, but they were no different from lies. "I guess you must be surprised now. I'm afraid you have never thought that I am a Slytherin student?"

He pointed to the robe he was wearing.

"I really haven't thought about it. It's your fault, Mr. Riddle, that you always encourage me to break school rules." Ginny muttered. It seemed that she didn't think much of Slytherin.

From the moment she came in, she hadn't taken her eyes off Cyrus' face.

"What's wrong?"

"I think you - look a bit like Harry, Mr. Riddle," Ginny said hesitantly, and then she quickly added, "Only a little bit, of course."

"This kind of coincidence is not impossible." Cyrus said with a smile. He certainly knew why. In fact, the blood relationship between Riddle and Harry can be traced back to the time of the three death brothers.

"Compared to this, Ginny, you are cuter than I thought." Cyrus said without hesitation.

Ginny was immediately too embarrassed to speak and quickly looked away.

It was too easy for Cyrus to deal with an eleven-year-old girl.

There was nothing here, it was pitch black, like an empty and bleak dark jungle in winter. The silver mist was cold and suffocating just looking at it. She couldn't imagine how a person could spend fifty years here. If it were her, she probably wouldn't be able to stay here for even a day.

Poor Mr. Riddle...

He just wanted to see the real world, what's wrong with that?

He even took the time to help me with my homework! Ginny wanted to hug Mr. Riddle now, but when she reached out her hand to Cyrus, the tender little hand passed through Cyrus' body.

"It's useless, Ginny. I'm just a memory." Cyrus said, "I can only see and hear. But I can't touch or feel it. On the day when I shamelessly took control of your body, I really felt like I was alive! The blue sky, the wind, the warm sun shining on my body, it was incredible to be alive, don't you think? Of course, I didn't forget to go to the cafeteria for a good meal."

The look on his face was becoming more and more satisfied, which made Ginny even more uncomfortable, and she almost cried.

"Okay!" At this time, Cyrus' tone suddenly became stern, "That's it, Ginny!"

This voice frightened Ginny, and she was a little frightened for a moment. Then, Cyrus said gently: "You should go back--"

"But……"

"Go quickly. It's not a good thing to stay with a dead thing like me, who is not even a ghost, for a long time. After you go back, destroy the diary. If your magic power is not enough, give it to someone else. We should say goodbye. It's nice to meet you, Ginny." Cyrus pretended to say goodbye, and his figure slowly became transparent and illusory, disappearing in the silver memory.

"No——" Ginny bit her lip, tears streaming down her face in a straight line, her head shaking wildly.

"Be obedient, Ginny. Perhaps destruction is the final destination of a memory like mine."

"No!" Ginny shook her head firmly, "Mr. Riddle is my friend. I will never kill Mr. Riddle!"

"You will have new friends, real friends," Cyrus emphasized.

“This is different!”

"But……"

"Mr. Riddle, are you going to hurt me? Are you going to take my life?" Ginny asked quickly.

"Of course not," Cyrus denied vehemently.

This is true.

"In that case, why should I kill Mr. Riddle?" Ginny had made up her mind and became particularly brave at this time. She wiped away her tears and said forcefully: "Mr. Riddle longs to contact the real world. I can help!"

"I suppose - it's no big deal to lend my body to Mr. Riddle once in a while, right?"

The cute little girl said seriously.

At one point, Cyrus felt like he really deserved to die...but he still wanted to live.

"Thank you, Ginny."

(End of this chapter)