Carl looked at the diary quietly, but the handwriting on it did not change at all.

Finally he picked up his pen and continued to write down a question

"Do you know what the essence of wizards' magic is? Why can we rely on the magic in our bodies to do all kinds of extraordinary things?"

However, Carl waited for a long time, but Tom Riddle still didn't give him any answers.

Humph, damn it~. Do you know everything you promised?

Tom Riddle: MMP, did you hear it?

In fact, Tom was really confused about these problems. He was only in the fifth grade when Voldemort was made. How could he know what the essence of magic and time are?

And from his current knowledge level, he felt that even his original body and even the old monster Nicolame, who had lived for more than 600 years, might be confused when facing these problems.

"Ah~, do you still don't know? Then I'll change another question..."

"Why do legendary items like Philosopher's Stones exist in the magic world?"

"What is the formula of Fuling Agent?"

"How did the black magic that runs through the entire history of the wizarding world come into being?"

Tom Riddle: "???"

...

Next, Carl kept writing questions in his diary, and there was no doubt that he could not answer any of these questions that even Dumbledore would have a headache.

Carl looked at the unchanged diary and smiled in his heart, "You are still a little tender when you show off," he said.

Several questions in succession received no response at all. Carl's goal was achieved at this moment. He also understood that Voldemort in his youth seemed to be like this, only pursuing strength and immortality, but he ignored things at higher levels.

Since the purpose of testing his background has been achieved, it is time to dig holes according to the information he currently has. So the questions he asked became much simpler, all about some curse and potions.

When Carl suddenly reduced the difficulty, the handwriting on the diary finally started to sort again, and Carl's questions about normal schoolwork finally got answers.

Perhaps it was because he had lost face in Carl's bombing before, or he wanted to gain trust and control Carl in the future. Tom Riddle's answer was very detailed and the lines were filled with these not difficult things, and you could do it even if you were on it.

Carl understood at a glance that this guy really did take out some useful information this time, and even included some quick casting skills he had summarized by himself. It seemed that Tom also understood the principle that he could not bear to let the child go to trap the wolf.

Although these spell casting techniques did not have much effect on him, after all, he could manually release the death curse now. But the most precious thing in the magic world is still this knowledge. Carl cannot copy his own situation to other wizards, because some things are inherently born and he doesn't know how to teach them.

But if he summarizes Tom's experience, he can replicate the combat power and can sell Jin Jialong.

"Thank you, Tom!"

Carl's mouth raised slightly, and he understood that this guy had taken the bait and immediately started the next plan.

"By the way, Tom~, do you know how to alchemy or make magical items?"

Carl picked up the pen and continued to write on and off in his diary, looking hesitant.

He did not forget that Voldemort was not only a master of black magic, but also proficient in alchemy. The seven Horcruxes were the best proof.

Carl remembered that many of the other Horcruxes made by Voldemort directly used powerful magic items as carriers. If he didn't know some relevant knowledge, let alone making Horcruxes, it might be possible that those things exploded directly. Refining magic items is an extremely dangerous thing in itself.

"Why do you want to ask these? As far as I know, this knowledge is difficult..."

The diary did not answer him immediately, but asked such a question.

"Well~, I grew up in an orphanage with my sister. I thought we would live our life in a simple way. But the letter brought by the Owl last year changed our destiny. You can see the environment I am in now. I want to make her life better through my own efforts, and the Lavenclaw Tower can cultivate crystals..."

Carl pondered for a moment, wrote this passage in his diary, and thought that Voldemort was really not easy to fool.

The diary was silent for a long time before the handwriting was displayed on it again.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it...but...my memory is only at the age of fifteen, so I don't know how to make magical items. But when I was in Hogwarts, I always ranked first in the ancient magic pattern class, and I also know some knowledge about inscribed magic patterns, which may help you..."

When Carl saw the handwriting that appeared, he thought that Voldemort was indeed familiar with some knowledge about magical objects, otherwise this diary would not have been created.

"I really didn't expect that you are so amazing! Can you teach me?"

Carl excitedly praised Tom Riddle in his diary, thinking that he could finally have a normal secondary career. This time he responded quickly, but in a moment, the handwriting appeared on the diary.

"Of course! But I just woke up and don't know how many years have passed since I was created. Can you tell me about what happened over the years? I'm very curious..."

Faced with Carl's request, Tom Riddle naturally agreed at this moment, but he also put forward a condition.

With a very reasonable request, Carl couldn't even find any reason to refuse. If he disagreed, he probably wouldn't be able to maintain the plastic friendship that was competing with each other's acting skills immediately and then exploded instantly.

"Okay! That's all, of course!"

Carl smiled and agreed immediately.

Just after he wrote this passage, Tom Riddle breathed a sigh of relief. As a parting soul with self-will, Tom felt that something was wrong with the main soul since he woke up.

But because the distance is too far, and because he just woke up and his strength is too weak, he could not sense the specific situation of the deity at all. This is the fundamental reason why he was rushing to throw out his chips to ask.

"I guess this soul splitting knew that something was wrong with his deity, so he was so anxious to understand the situation..."

Carl quickly turned the pen on his hand, and for a moment he was full of thoughts and immediately guessed the facts.
Chapter completed!