"No, you can't look for Dumbledore!" Tom's handwriting looked sloppy and messy.

"Are you afraid of him?" Brian curled the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, you don't know what kind of person Dumbledore is! He will only belittle you, look down on you, be jealous of your excellence, and try to destroy you!" Tom's handwriting seemed very hard, and deep scratches appeared on the pages of the diary. "I will never allow him to destroy my precious memories again!"

"I don't think he will ruin my stuff by chance," Brian wrote. "Just check it out for him. If I blame you wrongly, I will find a way to compensate you."

"No, okay, Dumbledore has never liked me. Brian, I suspect he hates me, and he always thinks of destroying me!" Tom replied.

"If you don't believe it, I can take you to see it." Tom continued, "I can let you enter my memory and recognize Dumbledore's true face."

Brian's eyes flashed and he replied, "What should I do?"

"Nothing needs to be done, I'll take you to see it." Tom responded.

The diary seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and turned to a certain page. The page seemed to have become a miniature TV screen. Brian leaned his head closer to the diary. He leaned forward, feeling his body left the chair, and fell head forward into the window of the page, entering a flying and rotating color and light.

Brian felt his feet step on the hard ground and found himself standing in a classroom full of little wizards. The professor on the podium was a younger Dumbledore with long auburn hair and a long beard.

Dumbledore was explaining the knowledge of transforming arts humorously. The little wizards below seemed to be in grade one and two. Later, Dumbledore asked a question, and only one of the little wizards below raised his hand high.

Brian looked at the boy with his hands high, with shiny black hair, pale but extremely cute, with a bright and confident glory in his eyes.

Dumbledore seemed to have not seen him raise his hand and continued to speak. The boy's face showed a look of loss.

The thick fog covered the surroundings and drowned everything around. When the fog dissipated, it was still the same classroom, but the students were all gone, leaving only the teenage Tom and Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, how should this deformation be released?" Tom asked politely, showing the traits that every professor likes: smart and studious, humble and polite.

"I think it's not the time to learn this kind of deformation, Tom." Dumbledore quickly left, "it's time for you to go to the next class."

Another thick fog covered everything, and the surroundings changed again. Tom and Dumbledore stood in the same corridor. At this time, Tom was obviously much taller and wearing a long badge. His appearance was so handsome that the little witches screamed.

"I think, Tom, you have won the favor of all the professors, but you can't deceive me." Dumbledore stared at Tom with his penetrating gaze, "You and your so-called friends, and everything you did..."

"But, professor, I did nothing wrong!" Tom said stubbornly.

"I think right and wrong are not judged by you," Dumbledore said. "I will pay attention to you, don't let my patience reach the limit, Tom."

Dumbledore left, and Tom stood in the corridor, his face extremely pale.

There are several subsequent scenes, which are basically the same content.

When the last scene ended, everything around twisted and whirled, Brian felt himself thrown out, and when he came to his senses, he found himself still sitting upright in the armchair.

Brian looked at the diary in his hand and frowned slightly. To be honest, these clips were presented to him by Tom, and the authenticity was a big question mark. He believed that most of these memories were taken out of context and made up randomly.

"You see, Dumbledore has been targeting me, since I entered Hogwarts." Such words appeared in the diary.

"Why is Dumbledore targeting you?"

"There is no doubt that he is biased against me. Similarly, because I am from Slytherin College. Dumbledore is always particularly biased towards Gryffindor and hates Slytherin." Tom replied, "At the same time, Dumbledore likes mudbloods. I am just doing things that the pure blood family is insisting on, but he is targeted by him."

"Dumbledore has been looking for my fault for the time that followed, trying to destroy me." Tom's handwriting seemed sloppy with impatience. "If my diary fell into his hands, he would definitely destroy it. I will never allow him to do so."

"Okay, Tom, I know your difficulties. So, I'll go and see other professors?"

"Other professors may also tell Dumbledore about this." Tom seemed helpless, "Okay, Brian, let me tell you what I think. Maybe you were really affected by me that day."

"Did you admit it?"

"No, it wasn't what I did. You just saw my abilities. I was a memory that could lead you to see them." Tom explained. "That night, you obviously felt weak because of a cold. Perhaps because I wanted to show you this memory, you accidentally saw something, and by all kinds of coincidences, this kind of sleepwalking behavior happened."

"You want to show it to me?" Bryan asked.

"Yes, you remember a little bit, you went to a place when you were sleepwalking, didn't you?" Tom said, "I wonder if you know the secret room left by Slytherin?"

"I've seen relevant descriptions," Bryan wrote. "Slytherin advocated rejecting Mud Breeding to school, and after a disagreement arises, he left Hogwarts alone, leaving a secret room somewhere in the castle before leaving. When his heirs come back, the secret room will be opened to purify the school."

"Yes, I actually want to help you after hearing your desire to purify the school." I came up with myself in the diary. "Once, I found the secret room of Slytherin and tried to purify it. This is one of the reasons why Dumbledore always wanted to destroy me, and he might have some guesses about it."

"You are the heir to Slytherin?"

"Yes, you can think so." Tom admitted readily, "I think we have the same philosophy and all want to expel the pure mud that has defiled the school. So, I will help you, after all, you are my only friend."

"But now I have only one memory left. But, Brian, you can choose to be the heir to Slytherin, follow his philosophy, and once again impose fear on those muddy breeders!" Tom wrote inflammatoryly.

"Then... what should I do?" Brian deliberately made his handwriting look a little sloppy.

"It takes a snake accent to enter the secret room, we can cooperate..." Tom said.

That night, Brian accompanied Tom to perform a scene and returned to the secret room again.

"I didn't expect it would be a basilisk, that's very dangerous."

"Indeed, but he won't hurt you. In fact, it's trying to avoid looking straight in the eyes." Tom comforted, "I didn't expect you to really have the talent to learn the Slytherin accent. It seems that your ancestors have Slytherin's blood, but they just don't meet the standards of awakening the Slytherin accent."

"You are Slytherin's well-deserved heir, Brian."

"Thank you, Tom."

Brian smiled, and he returned to the circular room again and asked, "Tom, what is written on that wall?"

"Give me immortality." A line of beautiful handwriting was revealed on the pages of paper.

"Give me immortality?" Bryan murmured, frowning slightly.

"That's what I did when I came, maybe it was another test for Slytherin," Tom said, "but obviously I couldn't crack it."

Brian looked at the snake on the wall, looked at the grooves on the round table, and pondered with one hand.

"It seems that Tom must have tried it with a Horcrux, but it doesn't meet the criteria?"

No matter how many sequelae of the Horcrux has, in a sense, it can indeed achieve immortality.

He pondered Slytherin's purpose, but had no clue.

"It seems that I need to try to crack it."

"Give me immortality." Brian murmured in a low voice.

"Maybe, Tom had just seen this, so he had made a Horcrux in his student days."
Chapter completed!