I became Voldemort Chapter 5: The Fourth Floor

Ginny walked quietly inside the dark castle.

It was almost twelve o'clock now, and there was no firelight in the corridor.

The wind blowing from all directions howled in the darkness, and the tall trees outside the castle swayed their branches in the wind, like twisted bird-shaped man-eaters.

All this frightened Ginny.

She was suspicious that soone would catch her, the wind was trembling, and every little noise made her tremble.

Now Ginny regrets putting away the diary. Maybe a three-headed monster that eats people without blinking will erge from the next corner? Ron told her that a friend of theirs put a three-headed dog as big as a house in the castle last sester.

But even with the diary, Mr. Riddle couldn't help her.

"Mr. Riddle..."

She could only hold the diary tightly in her arms, trying to draw a little bit of courage from it, as if she was not alone, but had soone to accompany her.

Maybe this diary really had such magic power, Ginny gradually felt at ease, and she discovered that this huge castle only seed scary, but in fact, it was extrely spacious, very simple, and looked very gorgeous.

It was much more interesting than her crowded little ho.

She has now fully realized the joy of night walks in this castle.

She can do whatever she wants, without caring about the school rules.

She can run as much as she wants in the corridors, even if she picks up the wand and sends out sparks unbridled. At most, she might be warned by a portrait on the wall or a passing ghost.

Just like now, Ginny ets the ghost of Gryffindor——

"It's not good for a little girl to wander around the castle alone at night.... Ah! Gryffindor, obviously! Let think about it, Ginny Weasley, right? The Weasley family's hair is really easy to recognize. But You actually went out at night on the first day of school, huh? you are better than your two brothers!!" Sir Nicholas said happily.

"Ekk!!, Nearly Headless Nick!!" Ginny exclaid in surprise. Of course, Ginny knew Nick, because just like in the book, he had perford his "split action" at the Gryffindor table like every other year. Unfortunately, there was still a gap between his head and neck. A little bit of skin and flesh is still connected.

"It's so disrespectful that you don't even want to call Sir!" Sir Nicholas said pretending to be angry.

Speaking of almost being headless, this was indeed a pity. According to him, he was not happy about the ax chopping on his neck dozens of tis.

"Yes, Sir Nicholas!" Ginny imdiately changed her words.

"Good Girl! I wish you a pleasant night out. Also, don't go to the fifth floor. Peeves is there, and don't use your wand to lure Filch over." Sir Nicholas, who was in a good mood, gave a few reminders. Walking through the wall with a head hanging from his neck.

So Ginny put away her wand and continued walking in the dark.

Not long after, she reached the edge of the corridor on the fourth floor and found a wooden door.

"That's it! Eh..?Locked..? This can't stop - Alohomora!" She pulled out her wand, and the lock on the wooden door opened with a sound and then fell to the ground with a loud sound.

Ginny couldn't help but feel proud: "Fortunately, Mr. Riddle taught all the spells used in the first grade."

She happily opened the door and walked in. The room was dark—

"Lumos."

The tip of the wand imdiately lit up, lighting up the room.

But to Ginny's disappointnt, the room was boring and empty. There is no scary three-headed dog that falls asleep when it hears singing, nor is there a trap door to the ground.

"This is nothing." She laid the diary flat on the ground, held up the glowing wand in one hand, and wrote in a ssy way.

"Maybe Dumbledore restored all of these." Cyrus responded to her, "But there are still many interesting things in the castle. Do you know how many secret passages and secret rooms there are here? Or where can one go if he/she is hungry and wants to eat sothing at night?"

A text appeared and she read it out, "What? 'just go to the lower part of the auditorium where there is a fruit painting, scratch the pear in the painting and it will turn into a doorknob'....? Eh..?"

"Forget it, I'm not too hungry. I've already eaten enough at the dinner." Ginny refused.

She was a little disappointed that she didn't find anything related to Harry, but she quickly thought of sothing else.

"By the way, Mr. Riddle. You said before that you won a special contribution award, right? Can I go and see it?"

"Of course," Cyrus said imdiately,

"I'm glad you still rember this. The dal display room is on the fourth floor. It's just a few turns away from here."

So Ginny closed the diary again, extinguished the light of her wand, and walked out quietly.

A few minutes later, another dark figure appeared here.

"Co on Mrs. Norris - catch those kiddies who are violating school rules! I hear voices! Let's quickly catch them!" Filch's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like an evil wizard who had drunk too much potion. However, if this were the case, maybe he would be happier.

His legs and feet were not very good. He held an oil lamp in one hand and trotted over awkwardly.

"Ah, I found it, a lock! Careless guy!" He excitedly picked up the chain that had fallen on the ground when Ginny had opened the door. How much he wanted to tie the chain to the little wizards and let them hang on the roof. Only he knows!

"Quick, it must be those two boys from the Weasley family! Don't let them run away!" he urged Mrs. Norris.

Mrs. Norris sniffed the remaining sll on the ground vigorously and slowly followed Ginny's departure.

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Ginny wandered around the dal Room, which must have been under a Seamless Stretching Charm because the classroom was much larger than it looked from the outside.

Many dals were placed in rows, including Quidditch trophies, so other competitions, and so with the nas of prefects and grade presidents... These were placed on a huge table. Behind glass.

In the dim light, Ginny saw Percy's na carved on it.

At the sa ti, she naturally saw Tom Riddle's na.

In fact, this na appeared many tis in the dal display room, and Ginny could fully imagine how outstanding the other party was.

The Special Contribution Award is completely different from other awards. This dal is very large, highlighting its special status. It's just that it doesn't specify why Tom Riddle won the award.

Ginny was suddenly filled with curiosity. She couldn't help but want to know the answer imdiately, so she opened the diary again - this was almost becoming her signature move.

However, this ti the diary was interrupted before it was opened!

A hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed Ginny's wrist.

"Ha!"

Ginny's eyes widened in horror!

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