The diary was placed.The trap was set.
Now, I only needed the right mind to take the bait.
Hermione Granger — brilliant, driven, incapable of ignoring unanswered questions.A perfect vessel for spreading knowledge.
So I wove a simple but elegant enchantment over the parchment:
🜄 The Scholar's TemptationA spell that heightened curiosity, making the book feel like it wanted to be read.
No force.No broken will.Just a whisper to the intellect:
"Open me…"
That afternoon, through the faint resonance of my spell, I felt it:
Hermione's magic brushing against the diary.
A sharp inhale.Pages flipping.Her emotions sparking with disbelief and wonder:
"Third Age?"
"Balrog?"
"Saruman?"
"Aura of Light…?"
Then the crackle of parchment closing decisively.
Her footsteps… quick and determined.
Straight to Professor Snape.
Perfect.
In the Slytherin common room later that evening, Snape's dark gaze lingered a second longer on me as he entered.He awarded Hermione a rare five points to Slytherin for "an intriguing and potentially dangerous artifact."
Which meant only one thing:
Dumbledore would see it next.
Exactly as planned.
Let the old fool wonder what eldritch secrets had slithered into his castle.
Let him fear a dark power predating his precious Hogwarts.
Let him think… Sauron had begun to stir.
Life at Hogwarts resumed.
Snape glided through Potions like a bat among cauldrons
Harry's ambition continued to sharpen with every lesson
Draco's political education was well underway
Hermione… had begun reading ancient magical theory far outside first-year curriculum
All as I intended.
One class after another, I performed flawlessly — always just within the limits of what a prodigy might achieve.
But beneath the polished mask…
The truth burned brighter:
"I am Sauron reborn.And the world has already begun to believe in me."