Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Tom Riddle Diary

“You followed them?” I nodded. “And I found out why they disappeared.” Knox stood up “Everyone, listen.” The casual breakfast atmosphere disappeared instantly. I pulled out the diary I’d taken from beneath Teddy and Michelle’s bed. I placed it on the table. “This belongs to Michelle.” Hansel stared at it. “What is that?” “A diary.” I opened it. “It contains everything.” Caleb leaned forward. “Everything about what?” “Teddy.” I told them about the cave and the demons and even about the offerings.

"My disciple took everything from her Master. Your charm is irresistible to such naïve boys." "Old man, if you don't stop, I will throw you outside with them." Ivor paled and shut his mouth while turning to leave the room. "Wait, I want you to see something." Sara stopped him and took out a diary from her space-ring. It was Uriah's diary, the one describing the Body-inscription spell. "I applied the theories behind the Elemental forging method on this spell. Can I have your opinion about it?" Ivor's interest was immediately piqued.

Because I was the only one who knew it was a diary, everyone else knows it as a notebook. Silence greeted me. Even though I know that it was quite difficult to obtain the diaries through underground means, I still have my hope. I was about to give up, when the elderly gentleman, Mr. Eye of Notorary speak. “Are you talking about the Witch of Iceland Archmage?” My eyes almost sparkled, I restrain myself from showing any abnormal behavior and nodded calmly. "Yes, sir." Mr. Eye of Notorary nodded. "I don't have the whole notebook but only five pages of it, I'll sell it to you in 5 Nars."

I had always assumed that it was something I did wrong when I was a child, something I was punished for but now I knew I did nothing wrong, this was just my cursed fate. Picking up the diary as instructed, and examining it first, I noticed a lot of things. It was a brown worn out big book decorated with gems. I could see from the side that its pages were worn out and some were even torn. “Whose diary is it?” I wondered anxiously, I knew it belonged to one of them but only when I opened it would I find who it actually belonged to, so I tried to open it but I couldn't. It didn't have a lock, didn't have any password slot, it looked like an ordinary book but it just wouldn't open up.

Slowly opening it, he revealed a pink diary adorned with a bunny hugging a carrot, its pages secured by a plastic lock requiring a password. Although the lock could have been easily broken, Landon hesitated, pondering for a moment before impulsively entering his birthday. The lock clicked open.

It clearly looked like one or more pages were torn out from the diary, as someone did it on purpose. It felt a little disappointing, but I was already on cloud nine knowing that Immara's notes on how to break the seal might actually work. There was still one more thing I wanted to find in those archives… “Immara Nemes Borda,” I called softly, and waited. I could feel how my magic fills every corner of this huge space helping me find the one item I wanted. Something on the shelve right next to me glowed. “On the highest shelve?! Seriously?!” I called annoyed.

I said to him in walking around his room, I turned my head to him in waiting for an answer and he quickly shook his head from one side to another. So he hadn't any family members. But from disgust smell, I smelled something else. He had drugs there, he kept them in a book. I went by the bookshelf and took the third book. "Harry Poter? Are you for real?" He kept in a children's tale drugs. Pages were cut in the middle of a book and placed drugs instead. He paled from my question maybe he was afraid that I liked his book and he destroyed what I like. No, I didn't like this nonsense, but... I shook my head in thinking drop it, Jack.

Rolo came through the portal with the diary clutched in his hands. This was something he would not let anyone else be tempted by. As soon as he had seen the markings on the walls and the rot within everything including the very walls, he’d known it wasn’t life-magic. It was death magic, necromancy.

And, Harnum found the key. Harnum immediately opened the lock on the diary. He opened page by page, and he read the heart of the owner of the book. However, when it came to the last page, Harnum felt bad. Harnum continued to open the last page of the diary, because Reno's name was written on the paper. Harnum's feelings became increasingly curious and uncertain. Then, Harnum dared to read it to the end. Harnum's legs were shaking, tears filled his eyelids. His body went limp, he sat on the floor. Harnum cried sobbing, he squeezed the diary tightly.

Glaring at him, still crouched on the floor, I felt like strangling the life out of him for taking what was so precious and priceless to me, yet I tried so hard to restrain the urge. “Why are you still pleading? Take your diary, bag, and your sorry self out of this room,” Evelyn chimed in, using her leg to toss the diary over to Harry. “Give it to me, it’s mine!” Henry exclaimed, breaking free from my grip and hastily snatching the diary, leaving us all in shock. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I asked, turning to him as his eyes wavered. “Mum, I saw the book on the shelf and used the empty pages for my research outline. Then I slipped it into my bag to retrieve later after we came back,” he