18 How to Troll a Ghos (2/2)

Somewhere in the Malfoy Manor, Lucius Malfoy was standing in front of an unlit chimney in the darkness, holding a single sheet of paper and reading through its contents in a seemingly obsessed manner.

”Since he won't give Salazar Slytherin's locket to me...” Lucius Malfoy muttered to himself. ”Then I will just send the other six to him!”

Inside the letter, a few scattered words were written.

'In order to prevent the resurrection of the dark lord, these seven items are required to be placed within the presence of each other:

Tom Riddle's diary

Marvolo Gaunt's ring

Salazar Slytherin's locket

Helga Hufflepuff's cup

Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem

Harry Potter

The dark lord's snake, Nagini '

...

”I can't take it anymore! I'm gonna read it.” Casimir said to himself, grabbing the diary and flipping it open.

First page, blank. Second page, blank. Third page, blank. Fourth page, blank. All pages were completely blank!

You have got to be kidding me!

You sent me diary that has nothing in it?! Seriously?!

Whoever this Tom Marvolo Riddle is, you better not let me catch you or you're dead.

So, in his rage, he did whatever a person called Casimir Marie Proulx would do.

He vandalized the diary.

'Fuck you, you dirt baguette!' He wrote on the first page.

Curiously though, when he finished writing, the words he wrote disappeared.

Afterwards, a single question mark replaced them.

What the fuck?! Is this a ghost diary?!

Most people would have stopped by now and threw the diary as far away from them as possible then, sleep it off, hoping that it was just a dream.

But, unfortunately, we're dealing with a person who's as far away from normal as the distance between the earth to Andromeda.

'You dead bro.' Casimir wrote down, snickering. His previous rage quickly disappearing since he found something far more entertaining than reading some boring diary entries.

'What do you mean?' The diary replied.

Oh English! This ghost is an English ghost! Casimir then, switched to English in order for the ghost to understand him.

'I just stated the truth, Tom Marvolo Riddle. You dead.' Casimir grinned to himself, having fun with confusing the ghost diary.

Unknown to them, they were both misunderstanding the situation.

Casimir thought, he was talking to a ghost that had inhabited the diary.

What Tom Riddle thought was that, Casimir already knew about his original identity and was implying about the death of his corporeal body.

Truly, this was one beautiful misunderstanding.