Malfoy implemented this plan during the afternoon spells class. He also wanted to give Harry a trick in the potions class, but unfortunately the last potions class of the week was yesterday.

Malfoy was waiting for the show throughout the class. He placed the black diary on the upper left corner of the table.

"We will continue to learn the Freezing Spell today." Flitwick stood on the first base of the book, otherwise his head might not be as high as the podium. But he was very enthusiastic, "The spell for the Freezing Spell is Immobulus. Pay attention to distinguish it from another spell, Glacius. Of course, you haven't learned it yet."

"Normally, freezing spells only work on moving things, but—"

"Hey, you! Harry Potter!"

A particularly gloomy dwarf rushed into the classroom and interrupted Professor Flitwick's lesson. The whole class raised their heads to look at the dwarf who was almost as tall as Professor Flitwick, and Harry immediately realized that he was doomed.

It was so annoying to receive a Valentine's Day card in front of so many people, especially Draco Malfoy was there. Harry wanted to run away. But the class was still going on. And several dwarfs had already surrounded his desk, making it impossible to get out. Even Ron and Neville were squeezed out.

Looking out as if asking for help, Harry saw Ron's face showing fear and worry for him. Professor Flitwick on the podium covered his face helplessly, as if he was wondering why Lockhart was a student of Ravenclaw. On the opposite side, the annoying Malfoy smiled happier than ever.

"I have a musical message for Harry Potter personally," said the dwarf, strumming his harp in an aggressive manner.

"Not here," Harry said in a low voice, almost begging.

"Hold still!" the dwarf grunted, grabbing Harry's bag to prevent him from escaping.

"Let me go!" Harry yelled, pulling hard on his schoolbag. He didn't care whether he was in class or not, he would rather die!

There was a loud ripping sound as his bag was torn in two, and his books, wand, parchment, and quill clattered to the floor, with the ink bottle shattering on top.

Harry scrambled to grab at the scattered items on the ground, trying to pick them up before the dwarf started singing.

The class was already in chaos, but Malfoy's voice pierced through the noise like a sharp bayonet, slashing at Harry.

"What's going on?" Malfoy said in a cold and contemptuous tone. But his heart was much more excited than he showed. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time!

He's laughing at me! Harry was totally panicked and wanted to get away, but the dwarf grabbed his knees and threw him heavily to the ground.

"Well," he said, dropping down on Harry's knee, "here's your singing Valentine: "His eyes were green as a freshly pickled toad,

"His hair is as black as a blackboard, "The scar on his head is as magical as lightning, "I wish he was mine, he is so handsome, "He is Harry Scarhead!"

"alright!"

Professor Flitwick finally couldn't stand it anymore. It was probably the first time that the students saw the gentle Professor Flitwick so angry.

“I’m still in class!”

He picked up his wand and fired a spell, which did not hit the dwarf directly, but hit its feet, leaving a hole as big as a fist on the ground and expelling the dwarf.

But Harry didn't feel any better.

He was willing to hand over all the gold in Gringotts, just hoping to turn into steam and disappear on the spot. He bravely forced himself to laugh with everyone else, but the one who laughed the most in the whole class was Malfoy.

It was even more torture for him to laugh with Malfoy.

Most importantly,

"This is not a confession at all, it's definitely Malfoy's doing!" Harry swore, "He's the only one who would call me Scarhead!"

"You're right." Ron nodded, his face full of regret. "How hateful! Why didn't we think of such a good trick to tease Malfoy?"

Harry also felt it was a pity, but it was too late to say anything now. Potions class was their last class of the day and the week. After class, Malfoy would return to the Slytherin common room.

But Harry was still unwilling to give in. He had no intention of listening to the class anymore and looked at Malfoy with eyes full of hatred under his round glasses.

Then, he saw Malfoy leaning over the table as if he had encountered something good, and took out a black notebook to write. However, the distance between the two of them was too far, so Harry could not see the specific content of Malfoy's writing.

"I don't think Potter would like your Valentine's Day gift very much!"

This line of words seeped into the diary and appeared in front of Cyrus.

My gift to Harry Potter? Cyrus rolled his eyes. Who on earth loves Harry Potter so deeply?

He immediately responded: "It's not me, it's you! I guess his expression must be very interesting?"

“Absolutely!”

Through the text, Cyrus could feel Malfoy's extremely happy mood at this moment. I'm afraid that in his opinion, there is no more wonderful moment in the world than now.

Fortunately, a black book like this is so common that even after hearing Ginny's description, Harry did not doubt it. After all, they had already ruled out the option of Malfoy being the thief.

But in the end, Malfoy could only do such small things.

The malice in his chest seemed to be greater than anyone else's, but when it came to practice, it might not be as strong as it sounded. —— "Do we really want to kill someone?"

In the Chamber of Secrets, Malfoy's voice began to tremble.

In front of him was a tall humanoid figure, handsome and elegant, but his figure was somewhat transparent, like a ghost.

It was Cyrus! By absorbing the vitality of Ginny and Malfoy some time ago, he was able to temporarily let his shadow leave the diary. The abundant life gave him a new life! However, in fact, this would consume a lot of his strength.

But friends always need to meet face to face.

This was also a small preparation that Cyrus made in order to fully control Malfoy.

"I don't think we need to..."

"Are you scared? Are you scared like the last coward?" he asked.

"I'm not afraid, it's just..." Draco's chest heaved violently. He looked at the big snake bowing in front of him in horror. At this moment, what he felt was not glory, but real fear.

But facing Cyrus, or in other words, facing Tom Riddle, who had been with him for a long time, he was unwilling to show his unbearable side, especially when he found that Tom Riddle, a half-blood, was much better than himself.

Now, he really wanted to show off in front of his friends and his father, so that they would know how outstanding he was. However, asking him to kill someone was a bit...

"She's just a dirty little mudblood, why do you care about her life or death?" Cyrus took a step forward. He was just an illusory shadow, but he forced Draco to retreat continuously.

"I just think it's unnecessary... Didn't the first few people who were attacked survive? We just need to petrify them, petrify them..."

"That's interesting, Draco." Cyrus chuckled. He had unknowingly walked in front of Draco and looked down at him. He could feel Draco Malfoy's breath, which was rapid and intermittent.

"Do you know how much energy it took me to get out of the diary? It's much harder than possessing you!" Cyrus said angrily, "I did this because you said you wanted to do it yourself, but now you want to back down?"

"I didn't, I didn't, it's just..." Cold sweat kept flowing down his forehead. Although Draco quickly denied it, he couldn't even come up with an excuse if he really had to.

He only felt a huge mass of sea water submerging him, and the water pressure made it difficult for him to breathe.

He looked extremely miserable.

At this time, Cyrus's translucent fingers reached out to his chest, pinched the wand in his pocket, and began to look at it slowly.

"Nice wand. What material is it made of?" Cyrus seemed to have completely ignored the matter of asking Malfoy to kill someone and turned to talk about his wand.

"Hawthorn wood, with a unicorn hair core."

"Hawthorn. A strange, paradoxical wand, isn't it? Just like the tree itself: its leaves and flowers have healing properties, but its cut branches smell of death.

"And unicorn hair. Nothing is worse for the Dark Arts. Draco -"

Cyrus put Malfoy's wand back into the distance and looked him in the eyes:

"You look miserable."

Draco had to admit that Tom Riddle was right. But he didn't want to admit it, or rather, he couldn't say anything now. The friendly Tom was now like a different person, making him feel strange and scared.

Fortunately, the other party finally gave in.

"Neither your good nor your evil is pure enough. This is the source of your suffering." Cyrus pointed out the other party mercilessly.

He placed his hands on Draco's shoulders, and his voice gradually became ethereal, like the enchanting song of a mermaid in the sea.

"What you can't do, I'll do."

"Draco Malfoy, give me your body..."

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