Chapter 269: Scabbers is Missing!
"Well, do you like it?"
Dylan looked at the Diadem Riddle. He was expressionless and wooden, no longer showing any of his previous pride.
"Not talking? Looks like you haven't seen enough yet," Dylan said, narrowing his eyes.
At this, the Diadem Riddle finally came to his senses and shook his head repeatedly. "Enough, enough…" He swallowed—even though he had no saliva. The Diadem Riddle looked up, his eyes filled with shock.
"What kind of magic is this? It's so evil… Just one look at those eyes, and my mind is shaken. If I keep staring, I'll probably become an idiot!"
Dylan smiled. This guy's senses were a little more acute than the diary Riddle's. "It's just a little trick I came up with in my studies. What, do you want to learn it?"
The Diadem Riddle was stunned. A little trick? You call what just happened, which looked like the birth of a mythical demon, a little trick? This is more wicked than the Unforgivable Curses!
He felt as if his soul would disintegrate if those eyes just stared at him. If this dark wizard wanted to, he would eventually be completely consumed by that mist and become one of those eyes! Not even a Horcrux could save him!
In fact, the Diadem Riddle knew that a Horcrux could make him immortal but not unkillable. A Horcrux could still be destroyed. However, destroying a Horcrux was extremely difficult, either with a powerful Fiendfyre or some extreme venom, like a Basilisk's fangs.
But now, this dark wizard didn't need any of those things. He just opened his eyes, and the eyes that appeared around him seemed to have the power to destroy a Horcrux from the inside out!
Those cursed, ugly, and stupid eyes! He had never seen or learned anything like this before! If he knew this spell, the progress of conquering the magical world would be even faster, right? But this guy said it was just a little trick he came up with? What a joke!
But then, the Diadem Riddle reconsidered. He had studied so many dark arts, but he had never heard of this spell. This spell must either be extremely ancient or something this guy created himself. There was no way he could have never heard of it before.
It seemed… this wizard was not simple! He had been hiding in the diadem, listening to the diary Riddle ramble on and on, but he had just scoffed at it. He had even seen the diary being tortured, but he had mastered these methods of torture centuries ago!
It was just being used on him now. But at this moment, he had to consider that the diary Riddle might have been right. This wizard wasn't just powerful and resourceful, with a terrifying amount of power. The world they were in might not even be the original magical world anymore!
When he thought of this, the Diadem Riddle felt even more shocked and angry. Why?! Why did a wizard who was still a student at Hogwarts have power that might be equal to his own, even when he was fully resurrected?
The Diadem Riddle lowered his gaze, secretly sizing up Dylan. This guy was only a student, but the methods he had already shown were something he couldn't even comprehend. If he had this kind of power when he was a student… he would have already conquered the entire world!
And… why was this guy so good at dark arts, but his appearance hadn't been affected at all?! He didn't care about his looks, handsome or ugly. Power was the most important thing! Therefore, he could completely abandon his appearance in order to gain power. He didn't care! However, not caring was always relative.
When the Diadem Riddle saw that Dylan's dark arts were so advanced, not even inferior to his own at his peak, he also saw that at his peak, his own appearance had changed dramatically. So why hadn't this guy changed at all from studying dark arts?
His face was still so pale and handsome. His features were comparable to his own when he was a student. Although the Diadem Riddle's appearance hadn't changed much yet, he had memories from before he had hidden himself.
He had seen what he looked like. While he wouldn't call himself ugly his appearance only represented the power he had Dylan's appearance completely shattered his preconceived notions about dark arts.
A person with such powerful dark arts, yet his appearance hadn't been affected at all. This was wrong! It shouldn't be like this! The Diadem Riddle gritted his teeth. Only now did he recover from the shock he had just experienced. He looked up at Dylan.
"What do you want me to do? You haven't made a move against me, and you've kept him alive as well. I think… you don't want to destroy us at all, do you?"
Dylan looked at the Diadem Riddle's weakened expression and admitted it. "That's right. In fact, until I find more Horcruxes, you two are valuable assets to me. I won't easily destroy you."
Assets? The Diadem Riddle was almost amused. He was now someone else's property? However, he reconsidered. He had seen Rowena Ravenclaw. He didn't know why this dark wizard had such powerful dark arts, a terrifying amount of power, a world that was beyond the magical world, and could even dig up an old woman who had been dead for who knew how long, revive her, and use her as a slave. Why didn't he have such great conditions back then?!
But if he didn't have them, then he didn't have them… Even the old woman Rowena had become a slave, so him just being this guy's property wasn't so bad. Perhaps the current Riddle's mind had also been corroded by dark arts. He hadn't even considered that Rowena could come and go from this room as she pleased. But he and the diary could only be confined here.
Their physical bodies were even stuck on the table, unable to move. They would never have a chance to be revived. They would always be subjected to this person's torture whenever he felt like it.
They would always be trapped here and become part of someone else's property. And as time went on, as the other person's assets increased, they might even be forgotten by history and thrown into a trash can, never to see the light of day again, or even be destroyed as waste.
"What I need you to do is very simple. Tell me the spells and knowledge you know. It's best if you sit there every day, just like him, and write it all down for me. As long as the work is satisfactory, I won't torture you every day. After all, I don't like torturing people. It's a tiring job."
Dylan shook his head. The Diadem Riddle was stunned. "That's it?"
When he asked this question, the diary Riddle, who had also been slightly affected by the Cthulhu-like eyes, twitched his mouth, his expression hidden, and lowered his head a moment later. How could he be so naive? Was his soul fragment a fake?
Dylan smirked. "Yes, it's that simple. Now, do you still want to hide in the diadem and argue with me? You know, if I really wanted to hurt you, even a little bit of damage to the diadem could be fixed with life force. But if you really do that in the future, I guarantee the pain you suffer will be a thousand times what it is now." Dylan's words were slow but had an immense sense of pressure.
The Diadem Riddle fell silent and finally nodded. "Okay. Since you've found me, it's fair for me to provide you with some knowledge."
Fair? The diary Riddle lowered his head, glancing at his future self. Had the folds in his brain been smoothed out by dark arts? Where was the fairness? They were kidnapped by this guy. They were beaten and cursed every day, and they had no dignity!
Whenever this guy had a new and dangerous experiment, they were the first ones he tried it on! Since they were so hard to destroy, they could just be replenished with some life force! Did this future self really think that this guy would just let them write down knowledge every day and live a comfortable life like a retired professor?
All of this was utter nonsense! That mouth was just spouting lies! Their knowledge was limited. And this guy's knowledge was also very vast. If they wrote down something this guy already knew, he would immediately deem it unsatisfactory. And then they would suffer excruciating pain!
The diary Riddle stood there, his head lowered, angry but not daring to speak. He could only pretend to be an ostrich. It's fine. Now there's this diadem to share the pain with me. My life will definitely be better now. Let him think that this dark wizard won't easily torture them.
Seeing that the Diadem Riddle had agreed so readily, Dylan smiled even more happily. "Very good. That's all for today. Starting tomorrow, you must give me a new parchment every day. Rowena will come to collect it. I believe with your wisdom, you should be able to tell if they are holding back and intentionally obscuring some of the knowledge."
Rowena nodded slightly. "Alright. Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"
Dylan shook his head slightly. "You can try to help Lockhart regain his memory from time to time, but don't worry too much about it. If it doesn't work, then so be it. That's not important. What's important is to not forget to feed these little darlings."
Dylan looked at Norberta, who was flying in the distance and chewing on a large amount of food. The Basilisk beside her was cowering. Even though there was a large pile of food in front of it, it didn't dare to move. It would only dare to eat after Norberta finished, enjoying the meal cautiously.
Rowena nodded again. Dylan then took Coal and, with a flash, left the briefcase.
As soon as he came out, Dylan saw a happy Harry. He raised his eyebrows. "What are you so happy about?"
Harry took a broom out of his backpack. It wasn't the one Dylan had given him. "Professor McGonagall gave me my broom back! Finally!"
"Oh, I see. So you can use this most advanced broom for the game," Dylan said.
Harry paused and carefully looked at Dylan's face. When he saw that he looked normal, he breathed a sigh of relief and added, "Dylan, I'll still treasure and use the broom you gave me."
Dylan was stunned for a moment, then laughed. "It's just a broom. It's nothing. I'll get you another one next year when new ones come out."
Harry got a little shy. "Isn't that too much trouble?"
Dylan grinned. "Don't worry. This small amount of money is nothing to me."
Small amount? Harry blinked. He felt that Dylan was a lot more generous now. He used to give off a feeling of being a bit short on money.
While they were talking, Ron walked in, his face glum and unhappy. Harry hadn't been with Ron, as he had just returned from practice. Seeing his sad expression, he asked, "Ron, what happened? You look angry."
Ron said in a sullen voice, "Scabbers is missing!"
(End of Chapter)
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