"I'm curious, how did you scare the little girl unconscious?"
Inside the Headmasters Office, Dumbledore looked at Karl through the steam rising from the tea.
"An accident! Purely an accident!"
Karl was also embarrassed about this. "Maybe it's my first time playing a villain, I don't have much experience, so it was a bit of a failure."
He really didn't intend to scare Ginny. After all, she was Charlie and the twins' sister, so by approximation, she could be considered his own sister.
So he even comforted the little girl with a few words at the time, but who knew she was a bit timid and still fainted.
Dumbledore: (V)t]
Modesty! How is this a failure? It's clearly a success beyond success!
Gellert was right, you don't need to act at all.
Come! A toast to you!
Karl: ~()
The two clinked their teacups and then gulped down the hot tea in their cups with gusto.
"Ah! Good tea!"
Hearing this, Dumbledore almost couldn't hold back an eye-roll. This brat sure has a strong sense of ceremony.
"Now let's talk about your rule-breaking. You said you'd complete two tasks, didn't you? The Slytherin Chamber of Secrets hasn't been found yet, so why did you start acting?"
"Because I found it!"
Karl blinked at Dumbledore, "The entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is in the girls' lavatory where Myrtle is."
"Are you sure?"
Dumbledore showed no surprise. He knew this kid was too quick to agree back then, and there must have been something fishy about it.
Now it seems that was indeed the case; Karl probably knew the location of the Chamber of Secrets all along.
Damn it! I shouldn't have given in then! I'm still too soft-hearted!
"Of course! Albus, you know me, I never lie!"
Dumbledore: (—_—)
Is there a possibility that this very statement of yours is a lie?
"Cough! Well then, you just sit in the office and don't move! I'll go interrogate Senior Tom about how to enter the Chamber of Secrets, I'll be right back!"
Being stared at by Dumbledore like that, even Karl's thick skin felt a bit unbearable.
So he quickly stood up, scurried out of the Headmasters Office, and headed straight for the Room of Requirement.
Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, knowing this kid was spouting nonsense again.
Unless Lord Voldemort took the initiative, he would never reveal the method to enter the Chamber of Secrets.
Even if Karl threatened with Lord Voldemort's main soul, Lord Voldemort's Horcrux would hardly yield.
Dumbledore guessed that this Kitten definitely knew how to enter the Chamber of Secrets, just like he found Lord Voldemort's Horcrux before.
However, he had no intention of asking Karl. As he said before, everyone has their own secrets. As Principal and elder, he only needed to give trust.
"I need a gloomy and terrifying room, put in more things that people in the human world can't understand, the more hellish the better."
After walking back and forth three times in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, Karl pushed open the door that appeared on the opposite wall.
"Oh, not bad! Quite intense! It feels a bit like the underworld!"
Although Karl had never been there, he had seen it in movies, and he believed it would make Senior Tom feel right at home.
Huh? What movies are you asking about?
Of course, the kind that requires a lot of tissues before watching—horror movies!
The tissues were naturally for wiping tears.
What did you think? (—_—)
Karl took out his Thresh-exclusive equipment from his wrist guard, which he had crafted with Nicolas Flamel's help.
A sharp, menacing scythe and a lantern burning with eerie green flames, connected by a long chain.
Inside the lantern, wails and screams occasionally echoed. That was Lord Voldemort's main soul enjoying life, and it sounded like he was especially happy.
"Ah~ these sweet, miserable tones~"
Karl, transformed into the Chain Warden, sighed, then took out the diary he had snatched—cough!—obtained from Ginny.
In the eerie light and shadow of the green lantern, he gently tapped Lord Voldemort's diary with the scythe, which was tainted with evil despair.
"Anyone home? Come out and play! How shall we proceed with this delightful torment?"
As the scythe landed on the diary, the black mist of Soulstealer Night spread across the paper like ink.
"Stop!"
Under the deadly erosion of the terrifying black mist, Lord Voldemort finally couldn't hide anymore and appeared with a dark face.
He looked at the terrifying monster in front of him with extreme dread, cursing and roaring in his heart.
What in the world was going on with Hogwarts? What was Dumbledore doing? Why would such an evil and dangerous existence appear?
He had been deceiving the little girl perfectly, killed the chicken, opened the Chamber of Secrets, and was just waiting to release the Basilisk to cause trouble.
He also wanted to meet the boy who was called the Savior, the Boy Who Lived, to see how he had stopped his other self.
Then, using that kid's death, he would announce Lord Voldemort's return to the world.
Everything had been going smoothly until he met this monster.
Dumbledore, you incompetent fool!
"What exactly are you?"
Lord Voldemort scrutinized Karl, shocked to discover that he was indeed a ghost.
But when did ghosts become so terrifying and dangerous?
Compared to this monster, Slytherin's The Bloody Baron could even be considered harmless.
"Me?" Karl showed a sinister smile, "I am the thing under your bed!"
Lord Voldemort suppressed the uneasy fear, as if facing a natural predator, and tried to remain calm, "What do you want to do? Perhaps we can cooperate!"
Such a terrifying monster appearing in Hogwarts must have ulterior motives. Perhaps he could use him against Dumbledore.
"Don't be afraid, poor fellow, I just want to do an experiment."
Karl shook the three bone braids on his head, then threw the scythe in his hand at Lord Voldemort.
Take this Death Sentence!
"Ah!"
The pain of his soul being pierced made Lord Voldemort let out a miserable wail. He wanted to break free from the scythe that hooked him, but found it impossible.
"What is this?"
"This is a precise Q."
Karl pulled back with force, directly dragging Lord Voldemort's soul over.
Accompanied by a teeth-gritting tearing sound, the tattered diary directly shattered into countless paper scraps, scattering across the floor.
"Pfft! Still no good!"
Karl shook his head with some regret. He had been thinking of directly hooking out Lord Voldemort's soul from Harry, but it seemed this method wouldn't work.
If he were to act like that, Harry's fate would probably be similar to this diary.
Lord Voldemort stared at Karl with resentful eyes, let out a desperate scream, and then completely dissipated.
Karl: (/w<.)8))
"Sigh! Senior Tom! Farewell!"
"It's all my fault! Making a mess everywhere! Next time I'll definitely be more careful!"
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