Rescue
Riddle was scratching the wall, Ginny didn't see it, but she was sure that Riddle was scratching the wall. The sound was cackling and sharp, piercing through the paper and right to the heart.
She wasn't intended to speak to Riddle. She retrieved the two sheets of paper because it was a pleasure to watch him scream for help day and night, to experience the thrill of revenge.
You bullied Luna! You ignored me! You cause that Chamber of Secret incident! You are not a Death Note!
However, now she couldn't continue watching and doing anything. Riddle's cries were becoming more and more frequent. Although there are words, their shrill voice is sadder than a cuckoo crying with blood in its throat. Tonight it was even more tragic, two sheets of paper curled into a ball, shaking, the whole table vibrating. ANYONE! HELP!
Let alone the heir of Slytherin, even the Nazis' descendants did not deserve such injustice. Ginny gently unfolded the paper and wrote: Why are you screaming so miserably?
As if he had caught a silver lining, Tom quickly replied with a line.
I'm in hell, please do something to save me! May I ask who you are?
Hey, hey, I thought you didn't want to talk to me? This is Ginny Weasley.
Ahhhhhhhhhh! You again! Just out of the dragon's den and straight into the tiger's den! Are you going to hand me over to her?!
Huh?
Still playing dumb! I'm all alone, so you guys are ganging up on me! She told me to open the chamber, but she gave me to a carefree one like you who can't be controlled! She said she'd let me go afterward, but no, she kept me around and psychoanalyzed me day and night! It's like taking a corpse and cutting it open and saying, look, Tom, this is your liver~~~ it's hardened from drinking too much~~~ this is your gall bladder, it has little stones inside~~~ this is your heart~~~ oops~~~ it's suffered a lot~~~ let me warm you up~~~ but that corpse wasn't even mine! Stop hugging me! Stop kissing my face! Don't say poor child let me comfort you! Stop trampling on my intelligence and dignity! Why does my brain get hollowed out every time I see her!
A cloud of black smoke rose from Tom's piece of paper and the smell of burning has gone up Ginny's nose. She hurriedly grabbed her glass of water and splashed it on the table; the two sheets of paper struggled for a moment, then became limp and flat in the water. Within moments, it seemed to come back alive and absorbed the water from the table instantly.
It looks like a pad commercial... Ginny sighed inwardly.
She continued writing, calmed down yet?
Thanks, that glass of water worked. Feeling much better.
Your diary wasn't ruined?
As you see, I'm in Aqua... Forgive me, my dignity prevents me from writing that name. In her hands.
Ah hahahahahaha, you deserved it~~~ who told you to open the Chamber of Secret and do all those hurtful things! This is Merlin's wrath~
It wasn't me, I only had time to kill the rooster.
Whether it was you or not, tell me who you are. How did you get involved with Aquamarine?
Do you really want to know? The truth may surprise you.
I'm calm. Tell me the truth. I'll give her these two pages if you lie to me.
Then I'll tell you.
Go ahead.
I'm really telling you.
Go on.
I really gonna tell.
Say it!
I'm Voldemort.
...Then I am Michael Jackson! If you were Voldemort, you'd be in her hands?
Why don't you believe it? xxxxxxxxxx said she could tell at a glance because after rearranging the letters of my name is Voldemort!
Nonsense, then she should have known that Dr. Agasa is the biggest boss in Detective Conan! I'm giving you to her!
No, I'll start over... I am... I...
Don't make it up, I know you're actually the heir to Chakara Slytherin!
...It's Salazar Slytherin... You're smart... You have the same last name as her, what's your relationship with her?
Victim-offender relationship!
Good, since we are both her victims, is it possible to help me out of pity?
I'll take that into consideration... How can I help?
Easy, find a way to keep me away from her. Can you get the diary away?
You want to see me dead huh... Besides, who knows if you two are conspiring to screw me.
There's no way out then. Riddle seemed to sigh. Let me show you the evidence of my ravishment.
Riddle hesitated for a long time, but finally, he presented a few lines of rather creepy words. Ginny looked up after a few moments and blushed precisely like a ripe aubergine. Her heart was full of sympathy for Riddle.
Tom... why are you guys playing The Princess Bride every day... You even said, "Little Aqua, let me be your Godfather."
I can't help it, she doesn't understand what normal conversation means! Do you believe that? I can't believe I said that! It's like the Godfather is a wallet on the side of the road that you can easily claim! I always thought I was a strong person until I spoke to her and now I feel despair for the whole world!
I'm surprised you survived till today... Such tenacious. but have you thought that I might want to destroy the diary when I get it, dark magic sounds dangerous.
Better to die directly than to end up with a perverted idiot little girl and sing if you feel happy and you know it clap your hands in the flowers!
Ginny heard Riddle scratching at the door again. Finally realising the true meaning of doctors, policemen, and firemen-saving people's lives.
I'll help you!
No words can express my thanks for your great kindness!
Ginny thought of something else before she left the table and wrote to Riddle:
Tom, will you get lonely as a Godfather? I mean I can find a godmother to xxxxxxxxxx if you need... or do you already have someone in mind?...
