"The memories are starting to blur..." Glenn stood by Ginny's desk, indifferently watching Ginny, who sat on the chair in front of him, hugging her legs and shivering, yet still looking at the eerie diary with hopeful eyes.
At this moment, Ginny's condition had deteriorated significantly, her mental state clearly stretched to the limit, which matched Glenn's memories.
"This influence has been present since the first day of school."
Around him, the environment was already shrouded in a dense white mist, which grew thicker as Ginny's memories approached the most recent ones.
(Note: Glenn's consciousness is still male, so "he" is used here.)
Looking around, the surrounding scenery began to become chaotic and blurred. Although called memories, it was more like the bizarre dreams people have.
The nearby scenery was still manageable, but further away, the scenes were chaotic, as if a bunch of different objects had been forcibly shattered and then randomly glued back together.
Disordered spaces and strange creatures filled Glenn's vision.
This bizarre and confusing imagery indicated that Ginny's memories had become unclear.
"The problem lies with this diary." Glenn could already conclude that what happened to Ginny was inevitably related to this strange diary.
In other words, this diary must also be connected to the Slytherin heir controlling Ginny.
And the name of the diary's owner in Ginny's memory left a particularly deep impression on Glenn.
Not that it was only now that it left such an impression; he had known this name a year ago.
Tom Riddle.
No, it should be Tom Marvolo Riddle...
That infamous Dark Lord.
Voldemort.
After witnessing all this, the answer to this event was already obvious, and Glenn was well aware of it.
The so-called Slytherin heir, the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets, released the serpent, and attempted a great purge, was Voldemort.
More accurately, it was a younger version of Voldemort.
At that time, still a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Tom Riddle.
He had fused his consciousness into this diary through magic, turning it into a sentient magical artifact.
And the purpose of doing so, in Glenn's view now, was obviously clear.
"This is to incite and control students within Hogwarts to continue his unfinished 'purge' plan."
"Not only that, but he's also draining the life force from those he controls to sustain his consciousness..."
"..."
"?"
The memories before Glenn's eyes continued to change, and he quickly absorbed the fragmented memories from Ginny's mind.
Ginny's physical condition was deteriorating, and as time passed, her memories became more fragmented. Glenn could see that Ginny had started to suspect the diary, but Tom's means left in her subconscious took effect, compelling Ginny to confide in the diary.
No, to report.
"Draining the life force... Tom Marvolo Riddle... Voldemort..."
"It seems that this diary contains not just Voldemort's consciousness."
Probably also fragments of his soul that he separated.
This sense of déjà vu made it hard for Glenn, who had learned some things about Voldemort from last year's incident, not to speculate in this direction.
As Glenn was contemplating, the foggy environment before him suddenly cleared, and a soft white light appeared, making Ginny's memories suddenly clear.
This familiar feeling allowed Glenn to know what had happened even without looking.
Looking up, indeed, it was the scene from last night's duel club event.
Glenn took a few steps forward, coming to stand beside Hermione in Ginny's memory.
At this moment, Hermione was quietly infusing Ginny with sacred power, her gaze focused and extremely serious.
This was identical to the scene he had seen yesterday in his own memory.
Even knowing this was just an illusory memory, Glenn still reached out his hand, and in his pitch-black eyes, like stagnant water, an indescribable light flickered.
He patted the fluffy little head of the Hermione who was earnestly transmitting sacred power in the memory. Though he didn't touch a real entity, Glenn didn't mind.
"Thank you for your hard work," Glenn said, his tone seemingly less cold than usual.
Although he had already said this to Hermione yesterday, saying it a second time wouldn't hurt.
The scene before him quickly faded away, time shifting to when Ginny returned to her dormitory.
"The diary's control over Ginny Weasley should have occurred during this time, but logically speaking, Ginny Weasley should have been significantly freed from Tom Riddle's control due to Hermione's transmission of sacred power."
As Glenn expected, the Ginny in the picture clearly realized something was wrong, curled up on her bed, struggling internally, repeatedly stretching out her foot to get off the bed, only to retreat again each time.
Fear, panic, disgust, nausea, sadness... countless unnamed negative emotions emanated from Ginny, unconsciously received by Glenn's body. Glenn merely frowned slightly but wasn't greatly affected.
Finally, Ginny seemed to make a decision, suddenly throwing off the quilt, glancing at the roaring fire in the fireplace, and approached her desk.
She took a deep breath and opened her small drawer.
Glenn saw that the diary from Tom Riddle lay there quietly.
Ginny quickly reached for the diary, then immediately turned around, intending to rush towards the fireplace...
And then there was nothing. Just as I described a few chapters ago, Ginny sat back down on the chair with a smile, beginning a new day's report to Tom Riddle.
The once clear and clean memory space was immediately invaded by even denser white fog.
The scene transitioned, and Glenn found himself in another time frame.
He saw Ginny hiding under the covers, trembling...
...Just as he and Hermione had seen when they entered Ginny's dormitory tonight.
Subsequently, the scene turned pitch black.
"It seems this is the end." Glenn muttered to himself, organizing the information he had gathered from Ginny's memories.
He closed his eyes.
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