Aphasia at Hogwarts

Dumbledore's face became serious, as did the faces of other professors, and they all looked at the notebook in the air together.

"The original form is revealed!"

Dumbledore shouted loudly, and the magic power several times stronger than Flitwick's surged out and rushed towards the surroundings. Everyone felt the suffocating magic power, as if falling into the sea.

Flitwick's magic was affected to a certain extent. In the dream, the students were amazed to see that the walls and ceiling of the auditorium fluctuated like a curtain.

Fortunately, his strength is not weak, and he was only affected by Dumbledore's magic power, so he just waved his wand again, and the dream magic was stabilized.

At the same time, Snape was chanting something softly, the liquid in the potion bottle in his hand began to boil, and a more intense breath appeared in the auditorium, making the students sleep more deeply.

At the same time, he also walked to the entrance of the auditorium and looked inside.

Dumbledore's magic is very powerful, and the powerful magic power spreads to all the notebooks, causing them to react.

Under the effect of this manifestation magic, traces began to appear on all the notebooks, and a three-dimensional pattern appeared on it, like a palace, which was the same as the magic circuit that Guan Qiong saw with the magic perspective.

At the same time, gray silk threads appeared from the notebook and extended downward, corresponding to the students below one by one. Each notebook was connected to a student, and only a few students did not have corresponding notebooks.

Ginny, Luna, Hermione, and Guan Qiong were among them, as well as some sixth and seventh graders, not many in number.

The gray silk threads are intricately connected, turning the entire auditorium into an existence like a coiled silk hole. Those silk threads are like a spider's web, intertwined with each other, dividing the space of the auditorium into small pieces one by one.

And all of this looks like a gray sarcoma made of silk blood vessels, and also like a huge silk cocoon, entrenched in the middle of the auditorium, as if there is some monster gestating inside.

Seeing all this, Guan Qiong was also taken aback by the situation, but he just grasped the wand in his hand and let himself stay deeper in the corner.

It's not time for him to play yet.

Dumbledore looked gravely at the gray threads that tangled and crossed over all the students.

Then, he took out a tattered notebook from the pocket of his wizard robe, which was exactly what Guan Qiong got before, the original, Tom's diary.

He held the diary in his hand, his eyes sparkled, and then he whispered a spell.

That didn't seem like a modern language, not even a paragraph, more like a tone, or something.

But as Dumbledore's voice came out, a white light began to appear from his hand. The light was like a flame, and quickly wrapped the diary in Dumbledore's hand.

Afterwards, Dumbledore threw the diary lightly. The diary floated in the air and opened automatically. Paragraph after paragraph of white text appeared from above, and the text on it was not in any of the current languages. Lido's voice, those words are also constantly increasing, as if Dumbledore's words are recorded simultaneously.

Finally, Dumbledore swung his wand heavily, and the magic power surged from his body directly towards the diary like a waterfall, making the words on it emit the same white light as the diary itself.

The diary floated above the silk cocoon entrenched in the middle of the entire auditorium, and fell into the middle of the pile of notebooks.

As Dumbledore yelled, the words in the diary began to play a role, and those notebooks began to grow white silk threads upwards, like grasses that grew up one by one, and like towering trees, towards the ceiling grow and go.

At this moment, the huge gray silk cocoon is like a piece of land, and those white silk threads growing upward are like plants growing out of it.

It's just that they're not plants, they're tentacles, they're webs.

Dumbledore's magical power seemed endless, frantically pouring into the diary, passing through the diary, and entering those notebooks, making each of them grow several tentacles from upward.

Those tentacles touched the ceiling in just a short while, and then in the eyes of everyone, those tentacles were still growing, and at the same time they went deep into the ceiling, constantly twisting, as if they were looking for something inside. What.

Guan Qiong had reason to believe that those silk threads did not go through the ceiling to the second floor, but extended into the strange 'passage', deep into the entire Hogwarts castle.

"Come out, Tom!" Dumbledore said loudly as the writhing tentacles suddenly tensed, and then he swung his wand down hard, as if tugging at something.

The tentacles began to retract, and it could be seen that their tops were wrapped around a thing, and that thing was still struggling, but because the strength of the tentacles was too strong, it had to keep falling.

Finally, a tall boy bound by countless tentacles emerged from the ceiling.

The boy had shiny black hair, was handsome, and was wearing a Hogwarts uniform.

The outline of his figure is a bit blurred, with a faint light around him, and his state is a bit like the ghost Peeves in the school.

Countless white tentacles wrapped around his body, binding his hands and feet, and his body was also tied around, but his head was exposed.

"It's an honor, dear Professor Dumbledore, I didn't expect you to spend so much effort to let me out."

Tom Riddle, once Voldemort's soul, Voldemort's youthful memory left in the Horcrux Diary, said with a faint smile on his face at this time.

He looked at the serious-faced professors below and the sleeping students below, with a slight smile on his face, not nervous at all.

Since he was in the middle of the entire auditorium, he didn't notice Guan Qiong in the left corner and Snape standing at the entrance of the auditorium.

This required him to turn his whole body around, but now his full attention was absorbed by the professors in front of him.

Especially standing in the middle of the professors, Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked solemnly at Tom in mid-air through half-moon glasses.

That was the student he was most proud of. He thought he could take his place and guard the magical world for him.

However, what happened later made him realize that he had misjudged the person.

Tom has great talent and strength, but he doesn't have a heart full of love. He hates this world.