Chapter 195: Compensation to Snape, Taking Fleur to Meet His Parents
"A-choo!"
Tom, who was driven out by Grindelwald and was studying Vulcan, sneezed.
He knew from Merlin's gradient stockings that it was Snape who was scolding him.
He really didn't know how to appreciate a good person. He spent two and a half hours searching in the romance section of the bookstore before he found a satisfactory work for this Christmas gift.
Don't think this book won't appear in British bookstores. You have to know that Shakespeare is the originator of melodrama. Romeo and Kublai Khan is so melodramatic, but it is still a classic.
But...if Snape saw the letter he sent, he would probably be even angrier.
I estimate the letter should arrive around this evening.
To be honest, Tom felt a little embarrassed. As a master of potions, he not only helped him research potions to motivate people, but also had to improve the success rate of seed sowing. It was not surprising that he was greeted by a green light when he returned to school this time.
Although there was nothing he could do to him, Tom decided to give Snape some benefits, appease him, and make him willingly make potions.
Thinking of this, Tom put away Vulcan's notebook and took out the one he was talking to.
[Tom:Did you receive the gift?]
[Maid: Got it. I've already put it on. It fits me perfectly. I'm afraid I won't be able to wear it next year.]
Hogwarts, Gryffindor girls' dormitory, Ginny replied to the message with a smile on her face. Her plain robe had been changed into an exquisite school uniform embroidered with gold edges. This was the Christmas gift Tom gave her.
Not only does the style look expensive, it is also dust-proof and wrinkle-proof. Madam Malkin's robe store does not sell such expensive robes, only Tufan Clothing Store has them.
Ginny was not a materialistic girl, but Tom actually gave her such a valuable gift, and it was customized according to her size. How could she not be happy?
[Tom: I will buy a new one next year when it is too small. I should be anxious if it doesn't grow. ]
[Tom: There is something you need to do when you get back, or I will tie you up. ]
[Little maid: Humph, you only know how to threaten me with this. ]
[Tom: If you want to be spanked by 853, I can try it too. ]
[Ginny: I'm sorry, Lord Riddle. I was wrong.]
After giving Ginny a heads-up in advance, Tom chatted for a few minutes and then left the room.
Next to the magic fountain, Uncle Newt was punching vigorously, his face flushed, and white steam was steaming from his body.
Seeing Tom, he just signaled with his eyes until he finished the last move, and then he paused for a moment before exclaiming: "It's really a magical potion, I feel a lot more relaxed, as if I'm back to my seventies.
"Thanks for your Christmas present, Tom."
"Why are you being so polite to me?" The boy munched on a baguette and drank hot cocoa. "I've prepared Tina's portion as well. Let her use it as soon as possible after we get back. If one bottle isn't enough in three to five months, she can come back to me."
"I will." Newt nodded with a smile.
The Christmas gift Tom gave to Newt was a tonic potion. After all, Uncle Newt is going to be a hundred years old, and his body needs to be replenished. As for whether the tonic potion can prolong his life?
Tom didn't know this either. Andros was starved to death by himself and had no say at all.
But even if there isn't any, it doesn't matter. Wizards have a long lifespan without any illness or disaster, just like the former principal Armando Dippet. The old man is still alive and he has lived for more than three hundred years.
Although this is an individual case, if one takes good care of oneself, 150 or 160 years old is considered a normal longevity.
But why are there so few elderly wizards in the wizarding world today?
This requires us to ask what the two dark lords did. One ravaged Europe, and the other ravaged Britain. Isn't that too little?
"Where did you find this potion? It's too precious, I can't take advantage of you," Newt said seriously.
Tom advised: "This is the prescription I got from the ruins of the past. Don't count the value. The day before yesterday, I asked you to help me raise the Whomping Willow. Did I say anything about compensation?"
"D..."
"It's nothing, Master Newt. My chat is very important to me. It is definitely more helpful to me than potions."
Seeing Tom's serious expression, Newt didn't say anything, but silently promised in his heart that he would take good care of Tom's Whomping Willow.
Separated from Newt, Tom came to Dral's house to pick someone up.
Gabrielle was completely fine and was still as cheerful as a lark, but Fleur was much more nervous. After all, this was Nicolas Flamel, and the Hogwarts students would have the same reaction when they learned that they could meet the Big Four.
Tom decided to help Fleur distract herself and ease her tension.
"Ahhhhhh!"
The girl screamed as she was suddenly sent flying.
Gabrielle was also scared, and she hugged Tom tightly, "Wuwuwu! Brother, don't let me go, I will be smashed into a pulp!"
"Be good, I won't let go, our hands are connected by magic.
Tom held one in each hand, with his black and white wings spread out behind him, and took the two sisters around Paris.
The good news is that Fleur really doesn't have the energy to worry about Nicolas Flamel. The bad news is that she seems to be afraid of heights and keeps screaming.
Even Gabrielle calmed down after the initial panic. Her big, curious eyes observed the city she lived in from this perspective for the first time. Listening to the harsh sounds in her ears, little Mengli covered her ears unhappily.
"My sister is so noisy.
Finally they arrived at the gate of Nico's manor, and Tom dropped them off.
Before he could say anything, Furong had already taken a bite and sprayed it on his shoulder.
"Hiss——" Tom gasped. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and forcibly closed his iron-skinned talent. Otherwise, Furong's beautiful teeth would have been broken.
"Stop, stop, stop, you're a half-Veela, not a puppy."
Tom saw Gabrielle already standing aside, looking like she wanted to take a bite, so he quickly pushed Furong away and held the little girl down.
"Who told you not to say anything?" Furong's face turned red with anger.
"Isn't this meant to help you divert your attention?"
"Then you might as well use a forgetfulness spell on me."
"Good idea, I'll do that next time you're nervous."
"You!" The girl glared at him and immediately shut her mouth because a house-elf came towards her.
"Master Tom." The house elf bowed deeply: "Master, Madam, and Mr. Scudder are waiting for you in the reception room. (cfee)
"Um.
Tom nodded and led the two sisters into the manor. They were both shocked by the luxury of Nico Manor. It was almost as big as Beauxbatons and even more gorgeous.
But there are more than a thousand students living in Beauxbatons, and here are only Nicolas Flamel and his wife.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the reception room.
Normally, Tom would have Apparated over long ago, but today was Fleur and Gabrielle's first visit, so the procedure had to be followed.
Furong was no longer nervous after what Tom had done, but she became nervous again when she saw the three old people smiling at them.
Tom took her hand, which calmed the girl down a little.
After Tom made the formal introduction, Fleur greeted them respectfully and Gabrielle was very sweet and just called them grandpa and grandma.
"Grandpa Nico, Grandpa Newt, Grandma Perenelle!"
The three old people were grinning from ear to ear. Madame Perenelle liked this cute little creature very much. She waved her hand and summoned a bunch of snacks and desserts to feed Gabrielle.
"Child, don't be nervous." Nico saw Fleur's embarrassment and comforted her softly, "You are Tom's friend, so you are our junior. Just treat Newt and I as your elders. But don't be like this kid, who was still talking about eating at my table and inheriting my legacy a few days ago."
Furong looked at Tom in shock. The boy shook his head frantically and refused to admit it. "The teacher is always dishonest. Don't believe him. I respect teachers. It's just that he doesn't like me recently."
Perenelle always said that it was Nico who led Tom astray. He had such a good kid and he went straight to the laboratory. What if he became a nerd?
Of course Nico, who was always nagged, was displeased with him.
"Tom is a very good kid." Uncle Newt gave his goodness certification: "This is just the way they get along with each other, don't mind it."
Perenelle, who was feeding Gabrielle, also looked up: "Don't listen to the old man's nonsense, kid, just treat this place as your own home and help me keep an eye on Tom.
The child has become obsessed with alchemy from what he learned from Nico.
Don't let him study for more than six hours a day.
You can do whatever you want with the rest of the time."
"I understand, ma'am." Furong agreed with a smile.
The three big shots were very easy-going, and Furong also relaxed a lot, but she knew that the reason why Nico and others were so nice was actually because of Tom's face. "She herself didn't have much face.
In the subsequent chat, Fleur also told a funny story that made Newt blush.
Mr.
Delacour and other Ministry of Magic officials have been working overtime recently.
In fact, it is all because of Newt's sudden visit to Paris.
The employees of the Department of Magical Creatures are frantically looking for any dangerous magical creatures in France, and other departments have also been mobilized.
In a sense, Newt coming to Paris is no different than Grindelwald coming here.
Nico burst into laughter after hearing this, and Tom looked at Newt with amusement. At this time, the old man could no longer raise his head, and Tom tactfully changed the subject.
"Teacher, when will your friend come?"
"After New Year's Day." Nico said, "Luckily you asked. Go get a custom dress tomorrow. This occasion is more formal, so you have to take it seriously.
"
"I understand." Tom nodded.
After a while, Madame Perenelle was a little tired, so Tom took Fleur and Gabrielle to the bedroom that had been prepared for them. Their bedroom was opposite his room.
"Take me for a walk?" Furong stretched out her hand. She was very interested in this castle which was several square meters in size and was built with alchemical props.
"I want to go too." Gabrielle also stretched out her little hand.
Tom took one by the hand each and started introducing them from the most beautiful corridor.
He had been to less than one-fifth of the entire castle, so it was more like an exploration than a tour guide for the two sisters.
After walking for half a day, Gabrielle was so exhausted that they had just finished touring the first floor of the main building.
"No, let's continue another day." Furong was also exhausted. "I just want to take a good bath now."
the next day.
Early in the morning, Tom took Fleur and Gabrielle to get their dresses tailored.
The previous part about the wrong name of the protagonist has been corrected.
There is a conflict in the setting between the previous chapter and Chapter 129.
Chapter 129 has been modified to show that the Delacour couple did not know that the protagonist became Nicolas Flamel's apprentice.
Three chapters will be updated tomorrow as usual.
Chapter 196: Maxim's Invitation, An Invention Greater Than the Philosopher's Stone
Nico said that this party was very formal, but it was no problem to bring a female companion, but Gabrielle Tom did not plan to bring one.
But it's not right that the elder sister has new clothes while the younger sister doesn't, so Tom, the master of keeping things balanced, comes online again and simply buys each of them a dress, since it doesn't cost much anyway.
In some circles, it is an unwritten rule to avoid wearing the same dress repeatedly in front of the same group of people. If there are overlapping participants in two events, it will be regarded as disrespectful to the organizers and guests.
The same is true in the wizarding world. This custom dress is a one-time item, but it does not mean that ordinary fabrics can be used for one-time use. The original market adds luxury~
Tom came to the most high-end custom shop in a hidden place (Diagon Alley in Paris) and told Nicole about his previous appointment. Immediately, an employee took them to different fitting rooms to measure their sizes.
The magic world is quite efficient in this regard, and you can get it within a day or two after confirmation. If it is in the Muggle world, without the assistance of magic, it is not uncommon for some high-end dresses to take half a year.
"Which color do you think looks better?"
After finding the perfect size, Furong was stumped about the color of the clothes. She immediately fell in love with a piece of fabric that was woven by fairies living in extremely cold lands. It felt cool and smooth to the touch, just like flowing liquid.
Tom looked at Hibiscus's silver hair that flowed down like a waterfall. "It would go well with blue or green."
"What about Gabrielle?" Little Lolita also came to join in the fun. Tom rubbed her head with amusement: "Don't you and your sister have the same silver hair? Of course you should choose these two kinds of clothes.
But purple is also nice, does Gabrielle like purple?"
Gabrielle tilted her head and finally chose the emerald.
Furong chose aqua blue.
They agreed to pick up the clothes in three days, so Tom took the two sisters to go shopping on the Champs-Elysees.
Today is 'boxing day', almost all the people in Paris are out shopping, but women like this kind of busy streets, if there are few people in the store, they are not willing to go
If you see a store with a long queue, you must definitely go and check it out.
Tom used the Confusion Charm in a very uncivilized way, thus avoiding a lot of waiting time. Every time he entered a store, he symbolically walked around with Fleur, and then decisively held Gabrielle in his arms and slacked off in the rest area.
The good looks of the two sisters attracted the attention of many people, who exclaimed that these were the daughters of other people's families, the younger one was cute and the older one was beautiful.
It was not until the afternoon that the three returned with a full load.
For the next few days, Tom did not go out. He stood in the alchemy laboratory debugging the latest version of the game.
But every day when the time comes, Fleur will pull her out on time. She is really following Madame Perenelle's orders strictly.
Almost every day, Tom would go to check on his Whomping Willow. The Whomping Willow in school required five or six people to surround it to hold the trunk, but the ones Nico found only required two people, and each of them looked malnourished.
Newt has already prepared a nutrient solution suitable for the Whomping Willow's physique. Although he is a master of magical animals, Newt is not inferior to Professor Sprout in terms of herbs. In just a few days, the leaves of the Whomping Willow have become greener.
Although willow trees usually start to turn green in early spring, we are in the magical world and there are not so many scientific rules.
Tom also broke off some tough willow branches and made a swing for Gabrielle, which the little girl turned into a big windmill, spinning 360 degrees.
In the blink of an eye, it is a new year again, and the evening of the 3rd is time for the party.
Few people knew Nicolas Flamel was alive, but even fewer were qualified to come to his house. This banquet was not held at Nicolas's manor, but at another of his properties, so Tom and Fleur needed to go there via the Floo Network after changing into their custom-made dresses.
"Gabriel, you must listen to your grandma at home."
"Gabrielle got it!" The little girl also changed into a princess-like gown. Although she was not going today, everyone wore new clothes, so Gabrielle naturally wanted to wear one too.
Madame Perenelle smiled and said, "Okay, you guys go ahead, I'll take good care of Gabrielle."
Tom nodded and took Fleur into the fireplace. A flash of green flame appeared and when their vision became clear again, they had already reached their destination.
This is a much smaller manor than Nico's, but it is more than enough for vacation and entertaining friends.
As the host today, Tom needs to greet guests at the main entrance with Nico.
At six o'clock, the first guest descended from the sky. He was a handsome middle-aged wizard. When he saw Nico, he immediately stepped forward and greeted him warmly: "Mr. Flamel, it's been a long time since we last met. I'm relieved to see that you are still the same as before."
"You didn't come to my funeral last time, Deckert.
Nico laughed and joked, making the middle-aged wizard a little embarrassed. Then, Nico introduced Tom, "This is Dexter Worthington, the current director of the French Alchemy Department. His family is also a family with a long history of alchemy. I have also taught his ancestors."
'Decter, this is Tom Riddle, my student.'
"Hello, Mr. Riddle." Dexter took the initiative to extend his hand. Although Tom was just a child, his status as a disciple of Nicolas Flamel was higher than that of the director. "It is natural for him to be lively.
Tom naturally would not put on airs. He shook hands with him and exchanged a few pleasantries before Nico let the elf lead Dexter into the banquet hall to wait.
Then more guests arrived, and Nico also introduced them to Tom.
There were material merchants with rich family backgrounds, researchers who had been engaged in research for one or two hundred years, and the previous generation of leaders of pure-blooded families. The visitors were all either rich or noble, and also had a certain academic status or alchemy level.
This is normal, as alchemy is not a project that poor people can afford.
Even with the Philosopher's Stone that could turn stone into gold, Nicolas Flamel still had to assume various identities to get close to royal nobles and dukes and lords to get their resources.
A carriage stopped at the gate of the manor. Hibiscus, who had been standing quietly beside Tom like a vase, saw the shape of the carriage and the patterns on it, and her eyes suddenly widened.
Then she saw first an old man coming down from above, and then a woman who was so tall that she couldn't even describe it. Finally, she couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Professor Lionel, Madame Maxime?"
"Furong? Why are you here?" The tall woman heard someone calling her and quickly spotted Furong, and walked over in surprise.
The student she admired was also related to Nicolas Flamel?
"I came here with Tom," said Furong, very sheepishly.
"This is Maxim." Nico said with a smile: "It seems that I don't need to introduce him. He is your girlfriend's principal, Lionel, who is now teaching alchemy at Beauxbatons.
Furong's pretty face turned slightly red, but she didn't explain anything.
Girlfriend or something... not yet?
"Hello." Tom smiled and shook hands with Maxim, but because of the height difference, he had to raise his arm almost to 90 degrees.
Maxim was now very curious about Tom, "You are a student at Hogwarts, how did you know Fleur?"
"For some accidental reason, I saved her once, and then we gradually became familiar with each other.
"That's fate." Maxim smiled playfully: "One of you is in Hogwarts and the other is in Beauxbatons, why don't you transfer here directly so that you can be together every day.
She didn't know Tom's background yet, but how could the person Nicolas Flamel chose be bad? It would be a good idea to dig him up.
Furong looked at Tom expectantly. She had wanted to say this for a long time but was just too embarrassed to say it.
...
Nico stepped forward to help Tom out: "Maxime, I don't want Dumbledore to come after me. If this guy really comes to Beauxbatons, you can expect Dumbledore to block your door.
Maxime didn't expect Dumbledore to value Tom so much (actually he was afraid of letting him out to harm others). Thinking of the scene described by Nicolas Flamel, she shuddered slightly, smiled apologetically at the lost Fleur, and led people into the manor.
After the last guest arrived, Tom and his companions returned to the magnificent banquet hall.
There were sumptuous delicacies on the exquisite plates. While everyone was eating, Nico introduced Tom in more detail. When they learned that Tom was the author of "A History of Magic", many people showed surprised expressions.
At the same time, Nico's attitude towards Tom also made them pay more attention to Tom. The treatment of this closed disciple is different.
Today's banquet was not so much organized by Nicolas Flamel as it was organized for Tom. His purpose was to spread the reputation of his disciples and tell them to give me a favor and take better care of him in the future.
They will definitely be taken care of, as they have all benefited from Nicolas Flamel to some extent, but the specific level of Tom's ability still needs to be tested.
So the topic of conversation at the banquet unknowingly turned to alchemy.
Nicolas Flamel smiled and gave Tom a look, but didn't say anything. It was obvious that he had to pass this level by himself.
However, it is hard to say whether Tom needs to pass the guests' test or Tom becomes the test for these guests.
Some people's talents and learning abilities cannot be compensated by age and time. Apart from him, no other alchemist in the world can stump Tom.
Sure enough, after just a few questions, some people started sweating profusely.
They could understand a lot of theoretical knowledge points, but they couldn't follow their thoughts when they were combined together. They just knew that what Tom said was right, otherwise Nicolas Flamel would definitely stand up and stop him from talking nonsense.
I couldn't even understand what was being said, and I had no idea where to start if I wanted to ask deeper questions. I could only keep changing the subject, and then get crushed again.
Finally, unable to hold on any longer, an old woman wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and looked at Nicolas Flamel:
"Nico, you said in the invitation that Mr. Riddle had an amazing invention. Why don't you keep it secret at this time?"
"Haha, you can't hold on any longer, right?"
Old kids, old kids, Nico not only did not give them face, but also made fun of this group of embarrassed guests.
"This kid's talent is so good that it makes people jealous, whether it is in alchemy or magic."
"And the work I'm showing you this time…"
Nicolas Flamel paused, "It is no exaggeration to say that this is an alchemical tool that far exceeds the Philosopher's Stone."
The guests exclaimed.
"You are not kidding, are you?" Maxim asked suspiciously, "Even if Mr. Riddle's alchemy is better than ours, the Philosopher's Stone is your life's masterpiece.
"I don't mean in terms of sheer difficulty."
Nicolas Flamel explained: "Rather, the two works have different significance for the development of alchemy."
"The Philosopher's Stone is just an item for my personal use, but Tom's invention can promote the development of the magic world and completely fulfill my wish to popularize alchemy.
Everyone suddenly realized and became even more curious about what on earth could receive such high praise from Nicolas Flamel.
The old man waved his hand, and the leftovers and plates on the table disappeared, and the long table became as clean as new.
Two elves walked into the auditorium with a stack of notebooks and gave one to each guest.
Tom stood up and it was his turn three.
Chapter 197 When Riddle Uses Grindelwald's Speaking Skills
After receiving the notebook, everyone took it in their hands and studied it carefully.
The automatic repair, moisture-proof and fire-proof, as well as the magic patterns that increase toughness can be easily seen, but deeper things are hidden inside the notebook.
After opening it, it is still the registration table that Furong is very familiar with, and there is a blank space at the back.
Soon, Beauxbatons alchemy professor Lionel discovered the bright spot.
He compared his notebook with Madame Maxime's and found a strange magical inscription in the lower right corner of the cover. It was not a rune or any magical text.
Moreover, the inscriptions on the two men were different. He looked through the notebooks of other people around him but could not find any duplicates.
"Mr. Riddle, the text on the lower right corner of the cover should be the number of each notebook, right? I have never seen such text, but I can feel the magic inside. Is there any deep meaning behind using magic patterns as numbers?"
"Very observant, Professor G.O.N.."
Tom waved his wand, and mist rose behind him. Dozens of huge magic characters appeared and floated in the air. Everyone could see them clearly.
"This is a set of magic runes that I researched myself. You can understand them as English letters or Arabic numerals. You will soon know their specific functions.
"Now please fill in the first page with your information. It can be real or fictitious, it doesn't matter."
With curiosity, everyone did as Tom said, but no one filled in their real names and information. This is a very dangerous thing in the magic world. If someone with ulterior motives gets it, they can curse you from a distance.
Soon, everyone finished filling in the information.
"Please use your wands to write the code of the guest notebook opposite you in the notebook."
The guests still did as they were told. A slight exclamation was soon heard, and a message box for adding friends appeared on the blank paper, with a check mark and a cross at the bottom. No one would be stupid enough to click the cross at this time.
Tom smiled and said, "Now, write down whatever you want to say to your friends in your notebook. Just use an ordinary quill pen."
"So that's how it is!" Lionel's eyes lit up and his expression was crazy. He frantically wrote meaningless nonsense on the paper, and it appeared in Madame Maxime's notebook almost without any delay.
Others were also trying enthusiastically, some even ran out of the door and Apparated to a farther place to test the maximum distance. Tom didn't know whether to laugh or cry and stopped them.
"Mr. Cromwell, the 'I Chat' notebook has almost no distance limit. At least from here to any corner of the United States, you can receive messages sent by your friends.
"I chat?"
Madame Maxime nodded repeatedly, looking excited. "It's a very appropriate name.
No wonder Mr.
Flamel said this invention is comparable to the Philosopher's Stone, child! You have changed the world and the way the four divisions have maintained communication for hundreds and thousands of years."
"I can already foresee that in the future a large number of owls will be able to retire with peace of mind."
"I am just standing on the shoulders of giants." Tom said modestly: "The design ideas I talked about can be said to be completely borrowed from the Muggle Internet system, but it is realized through magical means."
"But why can't others?" Dickett shook his head wildly and refuted Tom's words: "Maybe someone has thought about it but failed [Maybe someone has such ability but has not put it into practice
"You are the only one who has the idea and has put it into practice, which is a great feat in itself.
"Mr. Riddle, if you were French, the Grand Fleur-de-Iris would be yours."
The status of the Order of the Fleur-de-lis in France is equivalent to the Order of Merlin in Britain, the special grade is equivalent to the first grade, or even more difficult.
"I don't care about medals."
The young man still kept smiling, but silently said in his heart, "Teacher Nico invited everyone here because he hopes that all the elites present here can unite and change the world together.
"I believe you all have long experienced the conservatism and stagnation of the wizarding world.
Even though the convenience and speed of 'I Chat' cannot be compared with that of owls, most wizards are too lazy to change.
We need you to take the lead and use your influence and resources to promote changes in the way we communicate."
"When you succeed in the future, you will all leave a strong mark in the history of magic. Future generations will be grateful from the bottom of their hearts when they see your names, because it is you who made their lives more convenient."
The young men described the fascinating scene, some of them had flushed faces, some were breathing rapidly, and some stood up excitedly.
Who doesn't want to leave a name in history? Who doesn't want to leave a trace of their presence in the world?
Furong looked at Tom with stars in her eyes, her heart pounding. She wished she could pounce on him and hug him with all her strength to express her admiration and another kind of passionate emotion.
In the whole audience, only Tom still had a gentle smile on his face, without much emotional fluctuation. Nicolas Flamel couldn't help but take two steps back.
He recalled an unpleasant memory.
Once in Paris, there was such a man who easily mobilized the emotions of a group of wizards with his speeches, and there were even a large number of Aurors among them who came to capture him.
Tom Riddle, giving a Grindelwald-style speech
Is this correct?!
Suddenly, Tom turned his head and winked at Nico in a childish way, and the old man finally got rid of those crazy thoughts.
Tom is not Grindelwald, nor is he the dark wizard of the same name.
He is just a good kid with ambition and a love of learning. The three of them are taking completely different paths, so there is no need to worry.
If Grindelwald knew what Nicolas Flamel was thinking, he would definitely point his finger at his nose and yell, "Are you old and confused? Can I be as bad as this kid?"
Dicket said loudly: "Mr. Riddle, I am honored to be involved in such a meaningful thing. If you need anything, please feel free to ask. My family and I are willing to help you."
The others came to their senses and responded immediately.
"Yes, I have connections in many countries in terms of security certification and can help you solve the cumbersome procedures.
"I can be responsible for the raw materials and provide them to you at the absolute cost price. No, I can lose money!"
"Then I will be in charge of sales. Mr. Riddle, look at this bunch of keys. They all belong to shops in places where masters from all over Europe gather!"
From raw materials to sales, from official to personal relationships, Nicolas Flamel's friends can solve almost all problems. Now the final problem is Tom himself, when can he improve productivity and reduce costs.
Therefore, after hearing the current situation, many people were disappointed, but they were not too discouraged. It would only take one or two years, and considering the efficiency of the magic world, this time was just right to make some preparations.
Finally, Tom showed us an upgraded version of the Russian one.
The appearance remained the same, but new functions were added: video call and group functions. When Madame Perenelle appeared on a blank piece of paper like a portrait, everyone present understood that 'WoChat' had unlimited potential in the future.
After finishing the business, it was time for a cocktail party to keep in touch with each other. At home, Tom would drink some wine with Nico from time to time, but in front of outsiders, he would still honestly hold the orange juice.
Tom was undoubtedly the focus of the whole audience today. Almost everyone gathered around him, and those who couldn't squeeze in were chatting with others.
Tom is very comfortable among a group of people, and he doesn't need too much courtesy. Everyone recognizes his alchemy level and ability to draw cakes, but they will not impose the same rules between adults on a child...
The topic they talked about was actually related to alchemy. Tom would not keep secrets about some insignificant techniques, but when it came to the more core aspects, he would just repeat the same things over and over again.
In another corner of the banquet hall, Madame Maxime was pulling Fleur to ask for information about Tom.
Facing the principal's questions, Fleur only told him what she thought she could say.
She never mentioned the news that Tom killed a poacher in the Vosges Mountains or that he was born in the Year of the Dragon, which might have contributed to his failure.
"Fleur, Riddle's future is limitless." Madame Maxime said earnestly: "His invention is like the Floo powder of five hundred years ago and the portkey of three hundred years ago. It is enough to influence the future for a long time."
"We in Beauxbatons lack such talents. Why does Hogwarts have such a high status even though it changes the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor every year?"
"It's because the headmaster is Dumbledore. His reputation and strength are unmatched in the world today. This is the status of a top city.
"No matter how many elite wizards we train, they can never be as good as one top wizard. Tom has such potential."
Furong nodded involuntarily thinking of how Tom, a freshman at the time, easily dealt with a group of poachers.
It's not a potential, it's a necessity.
"Madam, so what you mean?" Furong looked at her puzzledly.
"Take him to Beauxbatons." Madam Maxime lowered her voice. "If it is Riddle's own wish, then I will not be afraid of him even if Dumbledore comes to make trouble. Although Dumbledore is powerful, his biggest problem is that he is too rule-abiding."
"I, I'll try."
The girl agreed embarrassedly. She also felt that Tom was not suitable for a rural area in England. As a disciple of Nicolas Flamel, he was a master in Beauxbatons. Even Madame Maxime had to respect his opinion.
"The future of Beauxbatons depends on you." Maxime patted Fleur on the shoulder and hurried towards the crowd. She had heard someone discussing the issue of agency with Tom.
"Mr. Riddle, I have five hidden stores, and I will also use official power to help you promote them." Dicket smiled like a flower: "You can rest assured that the French region will be left to me. Within two years, I will definitely appear on the must-buy list of every family.
"This is too much trouble, Worthington. Let Beauxbatons take care of the promotion." Madam Maxime squeezed in with her size advantage. "I will require all students to have a copy of my book, and the school will provide corresponding subsidies."
"When students start chatting with me, parents will naturally buy from me. Isn't this faster than opening a store?"
"Madam, nothing should be forced, even good things, let the school remain pure.
"This is not mandatory, but a benefit provided by the school. Didn't you hear me talking about subsidies?"
Neither of them wanted to give up the agency rights of MYCHAT in France. Making money was secondary. The most important thing was influence and initiative.
"Ahem...you two." Tom interrupted their argument with an awkward cough.
"Well…I have already handed over the agency rights for the French region.
"Who is it?" Maxim and Dicket asked in unison, their eyes unconsciously looking at Nico who was lying in a rocking chair and drinking comfortably.
This old man wants to get involved too?
But people outside thought he was dead.
"It was the Rosier family." Tom smiled shyly at the right moment: "They were willing to trade their family secrets and supported my "Chronicles of the Magical World". At that time, I gave them the French agency rights of 'WoChat'."
Chapter 198: The Dark Hand That Secretly Controls the Wizarding World— Dumbledore!
Many guests stared with their eyes wide open. They didn't expect the Rozier family to take action so early.
No wonder after Tom published this article, the Rozier family not only did not get angry, but instead published an article right afterward, thanking Tom for his rational and objective analysis, indirectly acknowledging the accuracy of all the information.
Even those Muggle ancestors recognized it.
I didn't expect there was a secret PY transaction.
Compared with the revenue brought by being an agent for 'WoLiao', recognizing a few Muggle ancestors is really not a big deal.
A wizard suddenly said enthusiastically: "Mr. Riddle, our family has a long history, with a history of more than 800 years. Although it still does not meet your standards for a biography, there are many materials and records about other prominent families."
"If you are interested, I will send the information to you some other day."
Tom's eyes lit up immediately: "Mr. Novak, thank you so much."
This Novak came from the peaceful Bolan, which was the second largest surname in the area. As for the 800-year history he mentioned...Tom just needed to listen to it, as it was a family of at most 400 to 500 years.
But as long as it's useful, Tom is not afraid of anything.
He deliberately brought out the Rosier family to tempt others to be interested and promote "Chronicles of the Magical World", so that he could complete his mission much faster.
With Novak's proof, many people understood what he meant and expressed their willingness to provide help.
Tom reaped a lot of rewards. Not only did he book several agents, but he also solved some material supply problems.
Before the party ended, Nico gathered everyone in the middle and took a group photo.
He himself did not appear in the scene. After all, the outside world thought that Nicolas Flamel was dead. Tom was arranged to sit in the C position, which can be said to be the center of the crowd.
This photo will soon be published in major newspapers, which can be regarded as an advance promotion for "Wo Liao".
"Are you tired?"
After seeing off the last guest, Tom gently stroked Furong's hair. The girl looked tired. This level of socializing was too high-end for Furong. She was tense all the time, afraid of hurting Tom.
"I'm fine." Furong shook her head: "You are the one who has the hardest time, dealing with those adults all the time."
Tom smiled and said, "We have both worked hard, so let's go back and have a rest."
Furong nodded, took Tom's hand and they walked through the fireplace back to the manor.
When Tom reached the bedroom door and wanted to say good night, he was pulled into her room by Fleur.
"I'm a little too excited and can't sleep. Please stay with me."
This companionship lasted until the next morning.
Of course, nothing happened, and it couldn't happen. Now was not the right time.
A few days later, a photo appeared on the front page of mainstream media in many countries, and the title was surprisingly consistent: "They will change the world"
Perhaps most wizards cannot recognize all the people in the photo, but they can definitely recognize one or two of them, all of whom are influential figures in their own country or even in the world.
For example, Madame Maxime, there is no one who graduated from Beauxbatons in the past twenty years who doesn't know him.
Well-known scholars, prominent wizards, and high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic are all frequent guests in newspapers.
But after reading the newspaper's introduction to other people, I can feel the significance of this photo even more.
So this is even more surprising, among so many big names, the most important position is occupied by a child?
[Mr. Riddle is the latest rising academic star in the magic world. Many people know that he has extensive knowledge and unique insights in the history of magic. He also proposed a new way to identify pure blood.]
[But few people know that this talented young man is also amazing in alchemy. This is a world-class alchemy summit...]
The report praised Tom and the other guests but did not mention what the gathering was for. It only hinted that something big would happen in the future, which fully aroused people's curiosity.
All kinds of speculations were rampant for a while.
The front page headline of the Daily Prophet was also from this newspaper, and the report was written by the famous reporter Rita Skeeter.'
She also gave it an extremely explosive title: "The Black Hand Finally Surfaced."
The whole article is full of conspiracy theories, wildly suggesting that there is an invisible big hand controlling the magic world.
Tom sits in the main seat not because he is powerful, but because he is here to represent someone.
As the spokesperson of the leader of this organization, he naturally has to sit in the main seat.
Hogwarts, Headmaster's office.
Dumbledore pushed up his glasses.
This someone... is he referring to you?
How could Dumbledore have the ability to order Tom to represent him?
If it is true as the newspapers say, these people all belong to the "mysterious big hand" and are controlled by him.
Then the Order of the Phoenix would not have been at a disadvantage when fighting against the Death Eaters, as many people sacrificed their lives for it.
Once these people's power is gathered together, even if it's not enough to kill Voldemort, it will definitely not be a problem to beat those Death Eaters like grandsons.
So... changing the world means this?
Dumbledore looked at the 'I Chat' notebook on the table - it was a Christmas gift from Tom.
It was indeed a very objective evaluation. Now he finally understood why Nico thought so highly of Tom.
As a friend, Dumbledore knew very well what Nicolas Flamel, who had everything, was ultimately pursuing. This was the best opportunity to bring alchemy into every household.
He just lamented that Tom was really troublesome. The academic dispute over redefining pure-bloods had not yet ended, and there was a new big move here. Oh, and he helped him find a Horcrux.
Dumbledore was now increasingly skeptical of Trelawney's predictions.
Last year's Quirrell, this year's diary.
Voldemort was almost driven crazy by Tom. Every time he talked to the diary, Voldemort always remained silent, but when Tom was mentioned, a series of elegant F words emerged in his mind excitedly.
He has learned a lot more about Horcruxes recently, but the information he wants to obtain is progressing slowly.
It seems that Tom will still be needed to provide some help after school starts.
Thinking of this, Dumbledore opened the notebook.
Nicolas Flamel Estate.
Tom came out of Furong's room again, returned to his bedroom and opened the system panel.
A task popped up last night, but he was in the middle of a speech at the time, so he closed it without even looking at it, and then forgot about it. He only remembered it now.
[Task name: Creator of the new world.]
[Task Description: The host has found a new development path for the magic world through his own knowledge and vision. Your invention is crucial [everything in the future will be based on this. ]
[Task goal: Continue to evolve and promote your work. Rewards will be distributed in stages according to the different completion levels of the task. The ultimate reward for this task is one evolution of the learning space.]
[Current task progress: 0]
The task progress of 0 is understandable. After all, the current "WoChat" is not even in the internal testing stage. At most, it has just made a few samples and painted a rosy picture for investors and partners.
But Tom didn't quite understand this reward.
Learning space evolution, doesn't it mean the space expands every time a new teacher is summoned?
Probably not. He felt that this task was even more demanding than the other one. The system clearly stated that he needed to continue to improve the "I Chat" function. If it was just like this, he would definitely not be able to complete the task even if it was promoted to the entire magic world.
"It would be great if it was the Evolutionary Transcendent Mode," the boy muttered.
He has come this far today, no matter it is potions, alchemy, or the purest magic, all of which are inseparable from the help of the extraordinary mode. Some bottlenecks can hold a person back for a lifetime, but he can overcome them with just a few attempts.
There is no problem in the world that cannot be solved by cheating. If there is, it is because you have not cheated enough or enough.
Tom was just thinking about how to trigger another large-scale task when Dumbledore's message came.
[Old Bee Deng: Mr. Riddle, you have caused me so much trouble. ]
[Tom:???]
He didn't give Dumbledore a yellow robe either, so was this a hint to him?
[Tom: Principal, I don't understand. ]
[Old Bee Deng: Haven't you read today's Daily Prophet?]
Tom really didn't read the newspaper. He played pillow fight with the half-blood Veela sisters until very late last night. After getting up, he started to study the mission. He didn't have time to read the newspaper.
"Fitz! Get me a copy of today's Daily Prophet!"
Tom shouted into the air, and within a few seconds, a house-elf appeared with a stack of newspapers, placed them on the table, then bowed slightly and disappeared immediately.
He saw the photo on the front page without even turning the page, and after a quick glance at the content he immediately understood what Dumbledore meant, and couldn't help but smile.
[Tom: Principal, this is not my fault. If you want to blame someone, blame the British wizards for having a rich imagination. I think the reports from other countries are all normal.]
[Old Bee Deng: Anyway, I am here to block the curse for you this time, Mr. Riddle.]
[Tom: You have something to say. Let me make it clear first. Don't come to me for troublesome matters. I have so many problems to deal with and I am too busy to handle them.]
Dumbledore actually played the victim for him, which made Tom's vigilance reach the highest level.
[Old Bee Deng: I do have something I would like to ask you for help with, but it's not urgent now. We can discuss it in detail after school starts.]
[Tom: OK, I will continue to enjoy my vacation. ]
[Old Bee Deng: Have fun. By the way, say hello to Newt and Nico for me, and ask them to add me as their friend. ]
[Tom: OK, professor.]
Tom closed his notebook and lay in bed for a while, waiting for Gabrielle and Fleur to get up and call him, before going downstairs to have brunch together.
Just then, Newt came back from watching the Whomping Willow, and Tom hurriedly stopped him as he passed by.
"Master Newt, Dumbledore just told me that you should add him as your friend. Here is his ID."
The old man took the note from Tom and said, "I see. I'll add it when I get back. Are you going out again today?"
Tom smiled and said, "I ordered a horned camel cream cake from the hideout the day before yesterday. It will be ready today. I haven't tried the taste of horned camel cream yet."
"You don't have to go out with me. There's nothing to do these days.
Recently, Newt has almost become Tom's bodyguard. He follows him every time he goes out. This is the task given by Tina.
But this was not a burden for Newt, he just took it as a walk.
The people who were actually responsible for vigilance were the Aurors sent by the Ministry of Magic to monitor him. With these people around, even if a pure-blood wanted to attack Tom, he would definitely be discovered.
After so many days, nothing unusual happened, and Newt thought Tina was making a big deal out of nothing.
As an old man, he would definitely not have fun with the children, so he decided not to be the light bulb.
So Newt nodded, "Then I won't go, but you should also be vigilant. 17
Tom naturally agreed, but he didn't think it was a big problem.
But after arriving at the hiding place, Tom didn't walk far before he felt slapped in the face.
There were always several eyes fixed on him in the dark.
However, it was not certain whether it was the work of the Ministry of Magic or someone else with ill intentions, so Tom did not alert them and pretended that he had not noticed anything. He took the two sisters for a stroll.
Chapter 199: The Terrifying Power of Mo Mo Ran, The Angry Rozier
Because of the photo published in the newspaper, Tom instantly became a hot celebrity in the French magic world, and many people in hiding recognized him.
Most people just stood at a distance and observed curiously, but there were also enthusiastic people who took the initiative to come forward and talk.
The alchemy atmosphere in France is much stronger than in other countries. Students in Beauxbatons can choose to practice alchemy starting from the third grade, and they will be respected after achieving certain achievements.
A blond man ran up to Tom with a newspaper in his hand and an excited look on his face: "Riddle? You are the Riddle in the newspaper, right?"
Tom nodded. "What can I do for you?"
Tom did not let his guard down, even though the wizard went out without even a wand.
The blond man excitedly pointed at an old man in the newspaper and said, "Mr. Buswell is a scholar I particularly admire. The automatic crucible stirrer he invented is very useful.
Tom glanced at the man he was pointing at and nodded again. "So? If you want an autograph, I'm sorry, but I don't have Mr. Buswell here. He's back in Austria."
"No, no, no, I don't need this kind of thing." The blond man shook his head quickly, then said embarrassedly: "I just want to know, what are so many powerful alchemy masters and scholars getting together to study?"
"Sorry." Tom smiled politely: "I can't reveal any information to the outside world, but you will see it when the day comes when it succeeds.
"Okay." The blond man was a little disappointed, but he had already prepared himself mentally, and left with regret.
Afterwards, many people came over, and some even asked Tom for his autograph.
The person who wanted an autograph was a half-blood wizard.
He particularly liked Tom's article on pure-blood wizards and had little interest in alchemy.
He kept asking when the next issue of "Chronicles of the Magical World" would be published, and left with satisfaction only after receiving an affirmative answer.
After Furong and the others left, he joked, "Of course, you'll become a famous person in just a few days, and people will even come to you for your autograph."
Tom sighed regretfully, "It's a pity that she's not a great beauty, otherwise I would have gained a caring reader."
"That's a nice thought." The girl's eyebrows immediately raised, but she was holding Gabrielle in one hand and holding ice cream in the other, so she couldn't spare a hand to deal with him.
"I can't even think about it. How can I communicate deeply with fans in the future?"
While teasing the girl, Tom smiled and turned around, gently helping Fleur to tidy up her messy hair, glancing at several corners.
He had already made sure that the person staring at them was not an Auror from the Ministry of Magic.
These people were not as well-trained as Aurors, and their surveillance methods were simple and crude, and they simply did not treat him as a human being.
Although there was no apparent change, Tom was already calculating when to take action.
A moment later, the decision was made.
"Let's go and try the cake we ordered.
When they arrived at the cake shop, the clerk recognized them immediately, arranged seats for Tom and his group with a smile on his face, and quickly brought over the horned camel cream cake.
Fifty Galleons per piece of this thing is already a month's salary for many wizards. Only the rich and powerful patrons can order this kind of cake.
Tom took a bite and nodded with satisfaction.
It tasted very good. The texture of the horned camel cream was softer and smoother than ordinary cream. Gabrielle also liked it very much. There was a circle of cream around the corners of her mouth, but she was still eating happily. Tom had to eat his own cream while taking care of the little loli.
"It's been so many days since we came out. Why don't we go back and visit uncle and aunt today?" Tom suddenly said to Furong in the middle of his meal.
Furong was startled and lowered her head in embarrassment.
After Christmas, she and Gabrielle had been living at Nicolas Flamel Manor, not even going home for the New Year. If Tom hadn't mentioned it, she wouldn't have realized she had been away for so long.
"Then let's go back soon." Furong also made a decision.
After finishing the cake, Tom packed up all the stock of horned camel cream in the store, went next door to buy a few robes, and did not return to Delacour's house until dinner time.
The two little ones were sent home. Mr. Delacour was so moved that he wanted to cry. Tom naturally kept Fleur and Gabrielle at home for two days.
However, he left Delacour's house after dinner, using the excuse that he still had to study with Nico.
The street lights were dim and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street.
Until finally they all disappeared, and six men in black robes appeared in a phantom manner, three in front and three behind, blocking Tom's way, and aiming their magic materials at him at the same time.
"Riddle, come with us."
"This accent doesn't sound like a local."
Although the man in the black robe can speak in a hoarse voice, it is obvious that his accent is not authentic English, nor is it the accent of French people speaking English.
"Don't try to guess our identities. We are just poor people who get paid to do things."
The one who responded to him was the man in black robe who had just spoken, and he suddenly felt uneasy.
It wasn't an intuition, but Tom was too calm, as if he had anticipated their appearance.
"Go with you?" Tom nodded: "Okay, but you guys should go with me to a place to visit first."
"Do it!" the man in black robe gave the order decisively, but the boy was faster than them.
While these people were still chanting, Tom's body exploded and turned into thousands of black flocs of strange substances, which roared and stirred up a strong wind.
Tom felt that it was completely meaningless to ask for information before the war. As long as he caught the attackers, he could find out the family tree of the attackers.
Several people were stunned by the horrifying scene.
"What the hell is this!"
"Armor protects me!"
"Ahhhh!"
The black substance came like a tsunami.
The attackers were thrown into confusion. Their magic had no effect on the strange black substance, but each piece of flying catkins was like a powerful spell or an extremely sharp blade, and moved very quickly.
The Iron Armor Spell bombarded them countless times in a short period of time, and the energy shield was instantly broken almost the next second after the spell was cast, and the overwhelming dark power penetrated through their fragile flesh.
In just a few seconds, everyone screamed miserably as if they had been cut into pieces. A gust of wind swept by and swept everyone together.
When the storm dissipated, several people lay on the ground groaning in pain, and the robes that had originally wrapped them tightly were now torn.
Blood oozed from hundreds of tiny wounds, and soon a large pool of blood formed on the ground, soaking the shattered remains of the wand.
The black matter re-condensed, and Tom re-condensed the entity with an expressionless face, looking down at the several people from a high position.
"It's really difficult to catch a few ants and keep them alive."
"Devil, devil!
"You are not a human, you are a monster!"
Several people were completely frightened and looked at Tom with fear in their eyes.
Even Mo Moran didn't know.
Tom immediately ruled out that these people were descendants of some big family.
He clenched his right hand, and the ground shattered with a loud bang.
The flying rubble condensed into a sarcophagus, and all the people were packed inside.
Then he took a step forward and disappeared in the residential area.
In the forest outside the city, Tom took out his phone and sent a message to Rozier. Soon, Rozier and Vogel arrived at Tom's location.
"Master Riddle." The two men bowed in greeting.
"Um."
Tom snapped his fingers and the sarcophagus broke. The attacker inside had already fainted due to excessive blood loss and rolled out unconsciously.
"These guys just attacked me. They look like mercenaries. Find out who hired them and where they got the job."
Why is he looking for subordinates? Isn't it just to help him deal with trivial matters?
Rozier's face changed slightly, and Vogel looked at the six people angrily.
"Master Riddle, please rest assured that I will get to the bottom of this and make everyone involved pay with blood."
"/"Don't be so impatient, be elegant."
What surprised both of them was that Tom, the person involved, was even calmer than them and didn't show any anger at all.
"Killing people will never solve a problem. Death will only solve it all."
Tom said earnestly, "Our goal is to make them regret coming into this world. No, our goal is to make them fully aware of their mistakes. So, don't just kill them when you catch them, understand?"
Rozier and Vogel were startled and nodded quickly to show that they understood.
Vogel smiled with a shameless face and said, "Master Riddle, I still have to apologize to you. I was not thoughtful enough and did not fully understand your deep meaning."
"Killing people can never solve problems, Master. Your words are profound."
Rozier looked at Vogel strangely.
When did you, a rough-eyed man with thick eyebrows, become so good at speaking?
"Okay, let's get back to the topic." Tom waved his hand. He couldn't resist Vogel's sincere praise.
"How was it going with the meteorite collection I asked you guys to do?"
Rozier took over the conversation, "We have collected about three tons, and the rest has not been delivered yet, but they are all scattered sources."
"Three tons? That should be enough for me for a while."
"Then I'll send it to you..." Rosier hesitated, but she knew that Tom was living in Nicolas Flamel's house now.
If it is discovered that Tom has a connection with the Saints, wouldn't the old man's heart explode?
"I can just come and get it. It's at your family's manor?"
Although it was a bit inappropriate to let Tom pick up the goods in person, it was indeed the simplest and safest way, so Rozier had to agree.
After Tom left, Vogel and Rozier put away their respect and looked at the unlucky guys on the ground with cold faces.
Especially Rosier, who had been reporting to Tom that her base in France was becoming more and more solid, but then Tom was attacked in Paris?
Whatever the reason for these attackers, and whoever sent them, it was a slap in her face.
Apart from Riddle and Grindelwald, no one in Paris is allowed to be so crazy!
"Rozier, what are you going to do?"
Vogel is an outsider, and unless he is asked to go to Berlin to recruit players, he can only cooperate with the operation.
"Catch one if we find one." Rozier said coldly: "Master Riddle just said that these people are probably doing this for money. They are probably commissioned by the 'black market'. There are only a few people who do this kind of thing.
The 'black market' in Paris is similar to Knockturn Alley in London, where a group of dark wizards and gray areas gather.
"Then go back and investigate first. I'll be the one to take action when the time comes."
"No need." Rozier shook his head slowly. "You are so impatient. The rats in the gutter have noses like dogs. If you are not careful, they may escape. If one of them really slips through the net, how can I explain to Master Riddle?"
"So what are you going to do?" Vogel asked puzzledly.
Rozier took a deep breath and whispered, "Let's go to Norway and ask Grimson to come out to the store."