Chapter 205: Grindelwald's Complaints, A Chaotic Transfiguration Class
Half an hour later, Tom closed the phone with a complicated expression on his face and ended the conversation with Ross.
He just wanted to make Royce do a little trouble, but he didn't expect it to become such a big deal.
Arriving at the memory space, Tom told the two old men about getting the notebook back, but he found that Grindelwald's expression looked a little strange.
"Old Ge, what's wrong with you? Did Ariana scold you again?"
Ariana has changed a lot lately.
Think about the current configuration of teachers for young girls.
A dark lord, a dark lord recognizes the bad pus-filled Tom, and Andros, whose fists are power and magic is justice.
The students taught by these three people are truly lawless. The once well-behaved and cute little rabbit who wanted to hide when he saw Grindelwald is about to disappear.
Instead, there was a little girl who dared to point at the Dark Lord's nose and curse him.
Of course, Arrianne was not willing to pretend to be a baby in front of Tom.
What the girl didn't know was that Tom would sometimes open the study space and directly contact Andros or Grindelwald to ask questions, and she had seen her other side several times.
But Tom didn't think there was anything wrong with it. It was normal for a woman to have two faces.
Daphne was as docile as a kitten in front of him, but wasn't she a domineering young lady outside?
But when he saw Grindelwald's ugly face, he wanted to laugh.
Perhaps only Ariana could make Grindelwald tolerate him to this extent. If it were him... Although Tom usually speaks casually, he would not point at Grindelwald's nose and scold him, because he is his teacher.
However, this time he guessed wrong.
Grindelwald's face turned even uglier when he heard Tom's teasing, and he asked unkindly: "Tom, don't you think you forgot something?"
720 Tom was stunned for a moment. It had something to do with him.
The young brain was working like crazy. While Andros was still confused, Tom figured out the reason and smiled awkwardly.
"Well...I think I agreed to visit you during Christmas."
"09!"
Grindelwald snorted, "It's amazing that a busy man like you can still remember this."
Andros suddenly realized, "Don't mention Tom, I see you every day and I forgot that you are still alive."
Grindelwald groaned again.
This Andros was simply his nemesis. Whether it was his words or spells, he could inadvertently cause critical hits.
"This weekend." Tom promised solemnly, "I will definitely go this weekend and bring you some food and drinks.
"Bring a few more bottles of Riesling and Jägermeister." Grindelwald was satisfied and let Tom go.
"No problem." Tom agreed immediately.
The few of them discussed for a while, trying to figure out how to torture Voldemort so that he would cooperate and spit out more inheritance.
Grindelwald is an expert in this area, and he has many ideas even when it comes to dealing with Horcruxes.
The most vicious move is to defile the soul in the Horcrux.
Even if the function of the Horcrux will not be destroyed, the fragments of Voldemort's soul in the diary will continue to suffer from corrosion.
Unlike the body being soiled, the pollution of the soul is simply unbearable and is enough to drive a determined person completely crazy.
Tom praised Grindelwald's brilliant ideas, encouraged him to keep working hard, and then urged Grindelwald to teach him such a useful magic as soon as possible.
In the early morning of the first day of school, there were constant yawns in the auditorium. Many people slept and studied late into the night to finish their homework before coming to eat.
Malfoy was indeed in exceptional spirits today. No one knew where he had heard the news that Harry had fainted last night, but he poked his head out as soon as he entered the hall, and quickly locked onto the recovered Harry, and quickly went over with his two followers.
"Po Te!"
Harry, who was eating, immediately lost his smile when he heard Malfoy's voice, but Malfoy didn't care about that. He leaned close to Harry and said sarcastically, "I heard that you fainted yesterday and said it was because of the pain from your scar?"
"I think you should stop calling yourself Po Te and just call yourself Scarhead."
"Malfoy, don't make me beat you so early in the morning!" Harry turned his head suddenly, and his fierce eyes scared Malfoy so much that he fell back. Fortunately, Crabbe was quick to help him up.
Malfoy, feeling humiliated, regained his confidence when he saw the row of professors in the guest seats. He didn't believe Harry would dare to attack him here. If he really dared to attack him, he would lie on the ground.
The blackmail is not dead!
"Why, did I hit you in the sore spot?" Malfoy smiled smugly. "Scarhead, I understand your thoughts. You just feel that your halo as a savior has dimmed, and you want to tell others how special you are through this incident."
"What about you, horse shit? I can smell your jealousy across the hall. Not only are you jealous of me, you're also jealous of Tom for stealing your limelight in Slytherin, so you come to me to seek a sense of existence."
"I'm jealous of Tom?" Malfoy looked at Harry with an incredulous look, as if he had heard some incredible joke.
"Hahaha, you're really smart." Malfoy suddenly burst into laughter, waking up the sleepy students, who all looked at him in confusion.
"Po Te, you don't understand Tom's current status at all. Please improve your poor common sense of magic."
Having fully found his sense of superiority, Malfoy left contentedly, which made Harry feel like he was punching cotton. He looked at Ronald: "Why is Malfoy laughing at me? He also asked me to supplement my common sense. What does he mean?"
Harry felt really stupid for not understanding what was being scolded.
Unfortunately Ronald was choking on a large sausage and couldn't answer his question.
"Malfoy means that he has no right to be jealous of Riddle." Ginny said suddenly, and Harry looked at her subconsciously. No right?"
"That's right." Ginny put down her knife and fork. She was no longer nervous or shy when facing Harry. It was no different from facing anyone else.
"Riddle's level has surpassed the limits of a student. The great wizards he associates with are all big names in the wizarding world, and many of them are friends of Dumbledore. To some extent, you can regard him as someone on the same level as Dumbledore."
"The only person who is qualified to envy him is Malfoy's even more annoying father."
Harry was stunned. Tom equals Dumbledore?
Is this too exaggerated?
After explaining, Ginny no longer paid attention to Harry. She was furious when Lucius Malfoy was mentioned. Tom had already told her that it was Lucius who secretly put the notebook into his textbook.
If I get the chance I will definitely give this old guy the skill I just learned to smash him to pieces.
"Why are you always looking at me?" In the Transfiguration classroom, Tom suddenly turned around.
Harry had been staring at him since he entered the room. Shouldn't he be looking at Malfoy?
"No, nothing." Harry came back to his senses and shook his head violently, "I just think you are amazing, Tom, you know so many big shots, and you can even sit in the main seat when taking photos with them.
Tom didn't know what was wrong with him, but he still said: "Harry, you have to have a correct understanding of yourself [your so-called character has many people exclaiming when they see you.
"Because of this?" Harry pointed at the scar on his forehead. "Besides this?"
...
Tom was speechless.
Why are you so honest, kid? You're making everyone embarrassed.
Harry also understood what Tom meant and became autistic.
"Well, when I write about the Potter family, you'll be able to regain some confidence." This was all Tom could say to comfort her.
Harry was surprised: "The Potter family is also qualified to be included in the "Chronicle of the Wizarding World"."
Tom did not answer, for Professor McGonagall had come in, followed by a cart with bottles clinking against each other.
The whole class immediately sat up straight and watched as dozens of bottles of beautiful potions flew out of the cart and were neatly placed on the desk.
"Everyone come up and get a bottle of potion, Mr. Riddle, except you," said Professor McGonagall.
These potions were fantasy potions, and today was the first time that they were being used on a large scale by students as auxiliary teaching aids.
It was not easy for the school to save money to prepare potions for the students. It would be a waste for Tom to drink this, so Professor McGonagall simply saved his share.
Tom didn't object. He didn't like the feeling of fantasy potions anyway. They made him a little addicted.
The young wizards lined up obediently to receive the potion, and looked at the beautiful golden liquid in the bottle curiously. It was not until Professor McGonagall explained the purpose of the fantasy potion that they suddenly realized it.
"It turns out that studying can be cheated?"
I don't know who said this, but Professor McGonagall's face turned dark.
"I need to correct your wrong thinking. This is not cheating. At best, it can only be called taking a shortcut. But even a shortcut requires your own efforts.
"If you want to get something for nothing, there are not so many good things in the world."
"The school spent a lot of money on fantasy potions not to let you be lazy. Now that you have a fast learning method, the difficulty of the final exam will also increase accordingly.
"ah?!"
"It was already so difficult for me before, and now you want to make it even more difficult?"
"No, can I not use this potion?"
"Okay." Professor McGonagall sneered, "Then be prepared to take the make-up exam if you fail the course."
"Don't waste class time, now everyone drink your potions.
The students drank the fantasy potion obediently. The effect of the potion took effect quickly, and the messy thoughts in the little wizard's mind were immediately intensified, making it difficult for them to distinguish between reality and fantasy.
Suddenly the classroom turned into a chaos of demons.
"Wtf? The final exam is now?"
"Hiss...Mom, why are you here? I didn't steal the money. Dad used it to buy adult magazines.
"Tainainai, is that you? How did you come back to life?"
Chapter 206 Hagrid: Tom Riddle Is the Mysterious Man! Planning the Marauder's Map
It is indeed a magical world, a place where idealistic forces dominate everything.
The thoughts of these little wizards are quite complicated, with all kinds of messes. Tom has also heard a lot of gossip.
Hermione and Daphne had extensive experience in taking medicine and were not affected at all. They were also excited to watch the show with Tom.
Professor McGonagall was at a loss. She had tried the illusion potion on a few little wizards before, but this was the first time she had tried it on so many people at once. She could only help them adapt one by one, and asked Tom, Hermione, and Daphne to help.
After a period of chaos, the situation was finally under control. The students were able to force themselves not to let their imagination run wild and began to practice magic according to Professor McGonagall's requirements.
Immediately, one student showed amazing progress, and the teapot turned into a mouse running all over the floor.
About half of the people successfully completed the transformation. Even Neville made the teapot grow a mouse head and tail, which made Professor McGonagall almost cry with joy.
This scene is not a scene where everyone is as powerful as a dragon, but at least it is not the worst.
As for Neville's Transfiguration level, many first-year students are better than him.
"The invention of the Fantasy Potion is definitely worthy of an Order of Merlin, but
McGonagall looked at the sleeping Tom with regret. Why was this child not interested in the Order of Merlin?
"Riddle is sleeping in class, Slytherin will lose five points!"
Tom left the Transfiguration classroom with five points deducted. Professor McGonagall walked faster than him. She was going to discuss expanding the production of fantasy potions with Sprout and Snape, and also to ask Dumbledore for a budget.
When the afternoon classes were over, Tom found that Hagrid had begun to clear the grass at the edge of the forbidden forest.
Harry and Ronald just happened to come looking for him, and seeing Hagrid wielding the big hoe, they came over curiously.
"Hagrid, is the school planning to expand the pasture?" Harry asked.
"I don't know."
The half-blood giant shook his head and said, "Dumbledore told me about this decision this morning. It took me a day to convince the creatures in the Forbidden Forest that I would only clear a 50-meter radius."
It won't affect their lives."
"As for what Dumbledore wants to do, I can't guess."
Harry and Ronald looked at each other and were also curious.
But they didn't come to see Hagrid hoeing the fields, but...
Harry said, "Hagrid, I found something very interesting during the Christmas holidays."
"What?" Hagrid didn't even raise his head, still swinging the hoe.
"There was a Tom Riddle in Hogwarts fifty years ago, and he even won an award for special contribution to the school.
Hagrid's body shuddered, and the hoe in his hand was thrown out and flew into the forbidden forest.
He didn't care at all, but looked at Harry sharply: "How did you know about Tom...that Tom Riddle?"
Harry was very surprised by the half-giant's violent reaction, but he still answered honestly, "Snape caught me running in the corridor and punished me and Ronald to clean up the trophy display room [I accidentally saw the trophy.
"Hagrid, do you... know that Tom?" Harry was just asking out of curiosity. After all, Hagrid said he had been in the school for more than fifty years and should have heard of another Tom Riddle. He didn't expect the other party to have such a big reaction.
Harry suddenly remembered that every time he mentioned Tom's name in front of Hagrid, the other party would become extremely unnatural.
"I...I don't know that Tom Riddle." Hagrid hesitated for a long time, and what he said made Harry roll his eyes.
"Hagrid, you're lying." Ronald pointed out bluntly, "You stutter every time you lie, and even your teeth can be seen."
"You must know him. That Riddle won the prize when the Chamber of Secrets was opened last time. Did he catch the murderer? Who was the last person to open the Chamber of Secrets?"
It was as if a big hand was grasping Hagrid's heart, making his face pale and stammering.
"I didn't open the secret room. I was wrongly accused."
With the half-blood giant's loud voice, his mumbling was basically the same as talking into Harry and Ronald's ears. The two were extremely shocked and said in unison: "You opened the Chamber of Secrets?!"
"No, I said it wasn't me! Alavak was wrongly accused!
"Who is Aragog?"
A new NPC appears, and Harry and Ronald become more and more confused. What is going on?
"Okay, I'll tell you, but you can't tell anyone."
In order to prove his innocence, Hagrid had to lower his voice and talk to the two about the past that he didn't want to mention.
"I do know another...Tom Riddle. I was a classmate of his fifty years ago. Yes, he was the Head Boy and a model student in the eyes of all teachers. Oh, just like Cedric the Hufflepuff, but he was better than Cedric."
"Is there a bonus for being named Tom Riddle?" Ronald muttered.
"And then?" Harry had already sensed something was wrong.
If Riddle was really a good student, then why did Hagrid look so uncomfortable when he mentioned him? There must be a twist later.
"Then... he graduated." Hagrid suppressed his fear, his voice became a little choked, "After graduation, he became... the second mysterious person whose name cannot even be mentioned."
"Tom Riddle is Voldemort?!"
"Keep your voice down!" The half-blood giant fell to the ground in fear of the name. Ronald looked at Harry pleadingly: "Dude... don't mention this name in front of me, please.
"Okay, my bad." Harry tried to calm down his shock. "Then what was his special contribution award for? And you just mentioned Aragog, who is that?"
"Aragog is a spider I raised. The You-Know-Who thought he was a monster from the Chamber of Secrets, so he reported me to the then headmaster, Armando Dippet. Then I was expelled. Fortunately, Dumbledore gave me a place to live and made me a gamekeeper."
"Merlin... you don't know, after Tom found Norbert last year, I almost immediately remembered that scene. Fortunately, Tom is much better than the mysterious man, and he even helped me hatch Norbert... but I still get scared when I see him.
Harry and Ronald left with full of thoughts, because today they were going to learn a big secret.
After that, whenever they saw Tom, they would think of Voldemort. Ronald pulled Harry as far away as he could and even suspected that Tom was the heir of Slytherin... But he couldn't tell the professor about this. He couldn't say it was because someone had the same name as Voldemort.
Tom didn't even notice their little actions.
He had been thinking about the weight-loss pills he had promised Daphne, which had to be fast, effective, and not require exercise.
This request was really a bit too much, but there was no other way, he had already agreed to it, and he had to do it no matter how troublesome it was.
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After Potions class on Friday, Tom deliberately stayed until the end. Snape pretended not to see him, packed up his things and strode out of the classroom.
Tom followed and entered the office just before the door was closed.
"Snag, ah, help Professor Napp."
Before Snape could explode, Tom took out a bunch of things and interrupted the spell: "Professor, I found a lot of good things in France this time, you should be able to use them.
Looking at the materials on the table——the feathers of the Silent Bird, the fragments of the unicorn's silver horn, and the ashes of the Phoenix's Nirvana.
Snape swallowed the curse words that had been on his lips for a long time, forced a smile, and used his invisible hand to collect all the materials in an instant: "Riddle, if you have any questions, just ask."
"It's like this..."
The upright and aloof Potions Professor finally succumbed to reality, temporarily put aside the grudge between the two, and tried his best to answer Tom's questions.
Tom's level has not improved much after he was able to refine body-strengthening potions. There is nothing he can do about it. He has too many things to learn, but his energy is limited, so he can only focus on selective things.
-THE
The most important thing is the existence of Snape. Didn't Dumbledore use Snape as a potion plug-in? He can do it too.
As expected of a master who could help Dumbledore suppress Voldemort's curse for more than a year, after Tom stated his requirements, although he felt that the weight loss pills were extremely boring, but considering these precious materials, Snape casually gave several material combinations, which gave Tom a lot of ideas.
"Riddle, that potion from last time..." Before Tom left, Snape couldn't resist the temptation to become stronger and asked with a serious face.
"Professor, of course I want to give you another bottle, but I really can't do it." Tom pretended to be helpless and said, "The problem of Runespoor's egg-laying has not been solved yet, and the raw materials are not available. What should I do?"
Snape's eyebrows jumped with anger, and his whole face drooped. "If you want to fool me, you have to find a good reason. How could you use her shade snake in your potion?"
"Even if you say it's a dragon or a sphinx, I'll admit it!"
Tom blurted out subconsciously: "f**k, you can taste this? Even a dog is not as smart as you."
"Get out!"
After being kicked out, Tom went straight to the Room of Requirement and started his first attempt at making medicine. It didn't take long before a pot of clear potion was successfully brewed.
As for the efficacy of the medicine...he couldn't guarantee it, he could only say that it definitely wouldn't cause death.
He planned to find a few "volunteers" to test the medicine. Given the British eating habits, there was never a shortage of fat girls at Hogwarts, especially Hufflepuff's badgers.
Living next to the kitchen is really miserable. Other students may skip snacks and supper because of laziness, but what about them?
I can't resist the temptation at all.
Tom wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth and bottled the potion.
He was so hungry that he covered his rumbling stomach and went to the auditorium to eat. However, as soon as he arrived in the hall, Ginny suddenly appeared and pulled him into a corner.
"Don't you have a task for me? What is it?" Ginny said dissatisfiedly. It has been a week since the school started, and Tom hasn't spoken to her for a few words. I don't know what he is busy with all day.
"Oh, right." Tom slapped his forehead: "If you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten it."
"I need you to get a map from Fred and George, the Marauder's Map."
Chapter 207: Ginny, Born to Belong to the Serpentine, The First Underage Wizarding Duel Tournament
Tom explained the capabilities and uses of the Marauder's Map to Ginnico... The girl's eyes widened as she heard it, and she became a little angry.
"George and Fred have something so fun like this? They never told me!"
"Normal." Tom also understood what she was angry about: "You should have understood it a long time ago, right? George and Fred are brothers, and the rest of you, Percy...are actually no different from cousins."
Ginny was speechless.
It seemed that this was indeed the case. George and Fred were almost like conjoined twins. When you saw one, the other would immediately appear in your field of vision.
At home, they would hide in their little room to study something. It wasn't that they were not good to the other brothers, but they were not as open and honest as they were with each other.
When they go to school, they often play with their friends and completely forget that they have a younger brother and sister.
"Then how did you know?" Ginny looked at Tom suspiciously.
"I saw them using the Marauder's Map during a night out and thought it was interesting, so I wanted to get it."
"No, according to what you said, the Marauder's Map can display people's names and locations. You were near them, how could they not have noticed?" The girl pinched her chin and thought.
After getting rid of Voldemort's influence, Ginny became smarter and smarter. If it were someone else, they would have been fooled by Tom long ago.
But she found a loophole.
"Because I cast a spell on my name." The boy remained calm. "A wizard's name can easily become a medium for curses, so of course I have to protect it well. No matter what kind of revelation magic is used, it cannot show my existence."
Ginny couldn't help but complain: "This is something a second-year student needs to consider...Aren't you too cautious?"
It's actually possible to add a magic spell to the name, which sounds very high-end.
But what Ginny didn't know was that this was Tom Riddle's normal move. If he didn't do something about his name, would he be worthy of being called Tom Riddle?
"If you don't believe me, wait until you get the Marauder's Map and see for yourself."
"Then you have to give me some time." Ginny was thinking about how to get the things: "It's definitely not okay to ask for them directly. They have never given me anything good since I was a child... So I have to get hold of their handle and use threats to get it."
Tom's eyelids twitched.
If the diary hadn't been with him, he would have suspected that Ginny had been influenced by Voldemort again. He was her own brother, and he would have deceived her without hesitation.
"What reward will you give me when I get the Marauder's Map?" Ginny suddenly raised her little face and asked.
Tom thought for a moment and said, "Turn off your Nimbus 2001."
He said he wanted to return Newt's broom, but Newt was very rich, so he let Tom keep it for himself. He also had a Nimbus given by Malfoy, so he just gave it to Ginny.
Ginny was also a Quidditch fanatic. She almost screamed when she heard that the prize was Nimbus 2001, but Tom was quick enough to cover her mouth.
"Don't shout. Wait until you get the thing before you're happy."
Ginny blinked, then suddenly stuck out her tongue and rolled it.
hiss
Tom pulled his hand back quickly and looked at her speechlessly, "You are the student who should be in Slytherin."
"Wait for my good news." Ginny swung her braids and skipped into the hall.
Tom wiped his hands in disgust; they were covered with saliva.
At this moment, Ross appeared with a happy face. When he saw Tom standing at the door, he immediately came over.
"Mr. Riddle, what are you standing here for? Come on, today is a big day."
Tom put down his palm and looked at him in confusion, "It's settled so quickly?"
Rouse smiled and nodded, "Everyone is very interested in this idea, so we will naturally be more efficient when doing things."
"Let's go."
"Ladies and gentlemen, please wait a moment after dinner. I will announce something."
Dumbledore, who seldom came to the hall for dinner, showed up. When he finished speaking, the students who were about to leave the hall immediately sat back in their original seats, and the students who had not yet finished their meal also quickened their pace.
Ten minutes later, the silver plate became shiny and new.
Everyone looked at Dumbledore, wondering what he was going to announce.
The old man stood up and smiled as everyone watched, "Hogwarts has always been committed to an open and inclusive educational philosophy and is committed to bringing out the best in every student.
However, Professor Wilkinson's arrival made me realize that other magic schools also have a lot to learn from."
"During the holiday just passed, Professor Wilkinson actively worked around the clock, contacted many parties, and finally brought together many magic schools to promote a grand event.
Ross stood up in a showy manner and waved to the students at the four long tables. Many people actually saw the shadow of Lockhart in him.
"What event? Are there students from other schools coming?" Fred asked loudly, unable to suppress his curiosity.
"Ah, Mr. Weasley, you would be wise to go into Ravenclaw."
Dumbledore was happy to have someone to support him, but his comments made many Ravenclaw students look disgusted.
If the Weasley twins went to their school, there would be chaos.
"Yes, I am honored to announce to you that next year Hogwarts will hold the first 'Underage Wizarding Duel Tournament'.
So far, five schools have confirmed their participation, namely Ilvermorny in North America, Castrobus in South America, Beauxbatons in France, Durmstrang in Northern Europe, and us, Hogwarts.
"At that time, the five schools will send their most outstanding students to demonstrate their unique magic and superb fighting skills.
"I hope everyone will study hard in the future and strive for honor for the school."
Dumbledore finished speaking in one breath, and the hall fell into a brief silence, and then a huge noise and discussion broke out in the suppressed atmosphere.
The Underage Wizards Duel Tournament, including Hogwarts, now has five schools participating. This is definitely a big event for Hogwarts, which has been quiet for a long time.
If they win the championship, wouldn't Hogwarts be the best school of magic?
This is not an exchange at all, it's simply a qualifying match!
However, there are also many people wailing.
"Next year? Why does it have to be next year? I'm graduating in June!"
"I haven't seen any students from other schools yet!"
Some people think that the time span is too long, and they are dissatisfied: "Why do we have to talk about next year's things now? Even if we know, it will be a year later, and it will be a long time before people worry about it."
Only after everyone had vented some of their emotions did Dumbledore raise his hand to suppress all the discussions, and then his voice spread to every corner of the hall.
"I understand everyone's eagerness to communicate with students from other schools, but this is the first competition after all, and a lot of preparation is needed…
"But the reason why I am telling you this good news now is that after Easter, a team from Ilvermorny and Castellobus will come to Hogwarts for exchanges.
Wow—————!
The auditorium suddenly became lively again. It turned out that someone was waiting for them here.
Dumbledore had to raise his voice so that everyone could hear his next words: "That's all I have to say. I hope you can use this time to improve yourself. Students who are interested in participating in the duel tournament can ask the professors for advice. They will be happy to help you.
"That's right!" Flitwick stood on a chair excitedly and waved to everyone, "No matter which college you are from, you can come to me at any time!"
Professor McGonagall quickly held Flitwick down, "Filius, keep your composure, the students are here!"
After returning from the auditorium, the matter was still being discussed heatedly in the lounge.
Obviously, students were full of curiosity about other schools, especially Ilvermorny. Rouse shared a lot of interesting stories about Ilvermorny, which had rules and regulations that were very similar to Hogwarts, but also had very different cultural customs.
Anyway, being able to see a living person this time is enough to keep everyone looking forward to it.
"Who's going to sign up for the duel tournament?" Someone asked, and most people in the lounge looked at Tom.
Tom shook his head. "I..."
[It is detected that the host is about to face the first academic competition after the job change, and the fair competition task for people of the same age is issued. ]
[Task requirements: Win the 'Underage Wizard Duel Tournament' and receive 200 achievement points and 2000 credits.]
"Of course I will sign up." Tom changed his tone immediately: "For the glory of Slytherin, I will go no matter how difficult it is, as long as they don't accuse me of bullying."
There was a burst of laughter in the lounge. As long as Tom was allowed to fight, whether it was against students of the same grade or other senior students, it would indeed be suspected of bullying.
But who cares what people from other schools think, as long as Slytherin wins the championship for Hogwarts.
As for Tom participating but not winning the championship with 3.3?
Then the other party must have a professor who used a compound potion to transform himself into a student to participate in the competition.
Rozier suddenly smiled evilly, "It would be great if we could compete with people from our school. Then Tom could beat up those stupid lions."
A girl shook her head. "Who knows the specific rules? Dumbledore revealed too little information. Let's try to get the inside scoop from Professor Wilkinson."
"Daphne, what's wrong with you?"
Everyone started a new round of discussion. Tom looked at Daphne who was unhappy beside him, wondering who had offended her.
Astoria knew why her sister was sulking, so she reminded Tom quietly: "Beauxbatons.
"snort!"
Daphne turned her head away, looking as angry as a little squirrel. "You must be very happy now. The vixen is coming to find you."
Tom had told her before that Furong had good grades, and coupled with her greed, she would definitely come over if she had the chance.
What are you doing!
Hogwarts is her place!
Tom just realized it, "Oh, right, then Furong will come, right?"
Seeing the boy's lips raise involuntarily, Miyeni pounced on him madly.
"Oh, oh, Tom, you mustn't think about her!"
Chapter 208: So Close, So Beautiful, Let's Go to Nurmengard on the Weekend
It's not easy to mess with an angry young lady. Tom also has to make sure that he doesn't hurt Daphne's teeth, so he can finally use his ultimate weapon -
"Astoria, hurry up and hold your sister down. She reminds me of Lou Williams from last year."
Amid the exclamations, Tom lifted the petite silver-haired girl up high and placed her between him and Daphne.
Daphne paused for a moment, trying to recall where Lu Wei came from.
After a flash of inspiration came to her mind, she thought of it.
Isn't that a three-headed dog?
"Ouch! Tom, I'm really going to bite you!" The two little canine teeth gleamed and bit Tom's shoulder.
"Sister!" Astoria hugged Daphne with a helpless look. She was sandwiched between the two of them, like a sandwich. "Dracule is not sure if he will come. Why are you angry now? Even if he does, it will be next year, right?"
"When she really comes, I won't have the energy to settle with Tom. Astoria, let me go."
Daphne didn't dare to use force, fearing to hurt her sister, so she could only continue to ravage Astoria's little face.
"Come on, Astoria, as long as you can calm Daphne down, I'll take you to Hogsmeade someday, just the two of us."
After giving Astoria a wink, Tom slipped away decisively.
No matter what you say at this time, Daphne will not calm down. Even if she does, she will deliberately take advantage of him. The most effortless way is to let her calm down and then coax her later.
Of course, the premise for using this method is to be 'confident about being favored'.
If the feelings are not deep, it is easy to create bigger conflicts and eventually go separate ways.
"Wow! Astoria, let me go." Daphne was so angry that her golden retriever exploded.
"Sister, there are so many people watching, please don't make things difficult for Tom."
Astoria buried her head in Daphne's chest and rubbed it like a kitten. Daphne's sister control gene was immediately awakened, and she subconsciously began to stroke her fur.
But she didn't see the bright colors flashing in Astoria's eyes.
Going to Hogsmeade alone with Tom sounded like fun.
The next day, Tom got up very early, but there were people who got up earlier than him. There were already many people on the grassland waiting for him to release Megatron.
Today, it was not just Professor McGonagall and Rouse who were maintaining order; several other deans had also arrived.
Of course it wasn't because of Megatron, but because too many students asked them about the duel competition, and some wanted to sign up.
Although the competition is next year, Ilvermorny and Castrobus will be here in two months, and there is a high probability that they will test the waters in the name of communication.
It's okay to embarrass yourself in school, but it will be embarrassing if you embarrass yourself in other schools.
Even the best-tempered Sprout and Flitwick will make sure to let them know what the professor's authority is.
After handing Megatron over to Professor McGonagall, Tom retired and no longer got involved in the fun here.
As the saying goes, so close, so beautiful, weekend...
Of course I have to go to Nurmengard to visit the lonely elderly on the weekend. If I break the promise again this time, Grindelwald will be furious.
"Pala."
After feeding Dabao, Erbao and Xiaosan, Tom called the house-elf.
"Are the food and wine you asked me to prepare ready?"
"Ready, Master Riddle," Pala replied sharply.
Tom took out a dragon-skin bag and handed it to him, "Put everything in here, and then bring it to me."
Pala took the bag and disappeared immediately, only to return about five minutes later.
Now the dragon skin pocket was filled with a hundred plates of various large dishes and dozens of bottles of fine wine, which were floated in ten bubbles by the magic of the elf.
"Thank you for your hard work, Pala. Go back and have a good rest."
Tom was very satisfied with Pala's execution. He had just given the order the day before yesterday, and everything was ready this morning. You can imagine how much hard work went into it. Pala was praised so much that tears welled up in his eyes. He bowed deeply before disappearing from Tom's sight.
Tom also touched the unicorn and began to use Apparition to hurry on his way.
Snowflakes were falling all over the sky. Tom stood on the top of the mountain, looking down to the west. On the cliff several kilometers away stood an icy black castle with only a few barely visible windows on the entire wall.
Nurmengard is located on an obscure cliff in Austria, but decades ago, it was a horrible hell that many teachers shuddered at.
The Nurmengard Tower was not only the former base camp of the saints, but also the place where Grindelwald imprisoned prisoners. As he said, he and wizards have never been enemies, so in the early stages of the war, both Grindelwald and his men were extremely restrained in killing.
But the meaning of all wars changes as the number of casualties increases.
Even Grindelwald could not resist the hatred brought by blood.
"Must I go up there?"
At this time, Tom had already opened the study space, and Grindelwald was also admiring the tower through his perspective.
This was not the first time in decades that he had observed his cage from the outside.
Hearing Tom's words, he smiled and said, "It's not impossible for you to just break in. With your current strength, you can barely break through the defenses here. But you must be mentally prepared. Within ten minutes, nearly a hundred Aurors will appear in front of you."
The young man curled his lips: "I'm not that bored. Am I crazy to provoke a hundred Aurors?"
"You should be able to win." Andros also encouraged from the side, "Would you like to take this opportunity to exercise your body?"
You know what, Tom was really tempted.
This is a group fight...he is beating up a hundred Aurors by himself, it's really exciting.
But in the end, Tom resisted the urge to have some fun.
"If I really did this, it would be like alerting the enemy, and the Saints' activities would be discovered sooner or later."
"There will be opportunities later."
Tom let out a long sigh, and the next second, he appeared at the foot of the mountain where the tower was.
Under Grindelwald's instructions, he began to use various confusing spells, cutting off magic power, shielding magic and other means to pass through layers of magic arrays.
"Why do you know the magic circle that sealed you so well?" Tom couldn't help asking, "You were locked in the tower at that time, right?"
Grindelwald stated the facts calmly, "Because these are all changes made to the magic circle I once set up. Even if they are newly added later, they will not affect the core route.
"So damn lazy."
Tom was once again speechless at the operation of this makeshift team and continued on his way.
After walking and stopping for about two hours, Tom finally reached the gate of the castle. The old Squib in the guard room rubbed his eyes and said, "Jiuping thought he was hallucinating.
How could a teenager appear in this damn place?
"Old man, please take a nap first."
Tom nodded slightly at him, and the old Squib felt dizzy and passed out with his eyes rolled back.
Tom walked around the guard room and came to the prison entrance. The words "For the greater good" were engraved right above the gate. No one had repaired it for decades, and the sign was covered with red copper rust.
There are no traps on the rest of the road, you just need to climb up from the bottom.
"Old Ge, what were you thinking back then? Why didn't you install an elevator?"
"Back then, I just Apparated up here, there was no need for an elevator.
"I really don't know how to enjoy myself."
Tom stood in front of the iron door on the top floor of the tower, pointed his wand at the sturdy chain, a dazzling spark flashed, and the chain broke.
Forty-eight years later, someone finally entered Grindelwald's cell again.
This was an extremely cramped cell with dim lighting because the window was so small that even the smallest person couldn't squeeze out.
There was only a hard bed, a table with uneven legs, and ten thin blankets in the room.
Grindelwald was sitting on the bed, wearing a ragged prison uniform, looking old and wrinkled, just as he had been when Tom and Andros first saw him.
But those strange eyes were still bright and they looked at Tom who was standing silently at the door with a smile.
It wasn't just Tom who was silent, it was Andros and Ariana as well.
No matter how high-spirited and confident Grindelwald was in the study space, in the real world, he was just a prisoner.
Tom's consciousness and Andros looked at each other, and both saw the humiliation and...anger in each other's eyes.
No matter what Grindelwald did, he was Tom's teacher and Andros' colleague.
Seeing that his living conditions were so poor, they were naturally angry.
The King of the Century cannot be insulted!
Except for those who bring humiliation upon themselves, like Voldemort.
"It's a strange feeling..." Grindelwald walked over slowly, "It's like having two bodies at the same time. It's very awkward to operate."
Tom slowly calmed down his increasingly irritable mood, rolled his eyes, and kicked Grindelwald off the study space.
"Are you used to it now?"
A dozen Galleons jumped out of Tom's pocket in a row, and these Galleons were combined to form two chairs.
"Then I still prefer the feeling of being with you." Grindelwald sat on a chair and said nostalgically: "Now I look like a wretch, how is it different from being a cripple?"
"As a master of the dark arts, you have many ways to recover if you want."
Voldemort was able to perfectly resurrect himself using the flesh of his servants, the bones of his father, and the blood of his enemies. Grindelwald is not much different. It is definitely not difficult for him to have a young body.
"The body can be remade, but the soul can never be rotten."
"Have you ever thought about making a Horcrux?" Tom looked at the old man.
Grindelwald shook his head decisively, "Horcruxes have many advantages, but splitting the soul will cause problems with character and judgment. As long as there is this one disadvantage, I will not make one."
"Don't talk about that." Grindelwald waved his hands impatiently, "Even if I'm a cripple, no one can do anything to me except Dumbledore. Hurry up and bring out the food. I haven't had a decent meal in a long time."
Tom didn't listen to him and took out the food, but took out a few wands.
"This is a welcome gift for you. If you want to go out, do it yourself."
Grindelwald was silent for a moment, then put away his wand.
"Thank you, Hua."
Chapter 209: The Unconvinced Old Ge, The Sixth Trial to Be Released
No matter what age, people are changed by the things they are exposed to and the experiences they have.
Originally, Grindelwald thought that he would willingly stay in Nurmengard and spend the rest of his life in peace and haste, but until Tom appeared, his mentality gradually changed.
He is a famous dark wizard who almost rules the entire European continent, and he is also an idealist who fights for greater interests.
He is also a seeker on the path of magic.
Seeing the saint's miserable situation now, seeing that Tom will have unpredictable achievements in the future, and after communicating with Andros, he has a new understanding of magic and wizards.
The faith I once had began to waver.
Accepting these wands means that Grindelwald has made up his mind.
As for when to go out, it depends on fate and the final touch.
When Tom saw him put away his wand, he also smiled.
He didn't care what impact Grindelwald's release would have on the world. Since he was his teacher, he shouldn't have stayed in such an environment and died in humiliation.
"Come, I have prepared a lot of delicious food and wine for you."
Tom took out all kinds of delicious dishes from his dragon skin pocket, and soon the table was full. He used the magnification spell to double the size of the table, and took out a few more dishes and bottles of wine before he stopped.
"I haven't eaten normal food in a long time."
Grindelwald also began to enjoy the food with emotion. He ate very quickly, but still remained elegant and decent.
Tom ate slowly, occasionally clinking glasses with Grindelwald, and shook his head with some regret: "It would be nice if Ariana and Andros could come out too."
In the semester space, Ariana's mouth was sparkling.
In the space, Tom often shows her delicious food, but fake is fake, and real is always real, and the feeling in her heart is completely different.
Andros was also very greedy.
"I told you guys to eat it, do you want to broadcast it live here?"
"Doesn't this make you feel involved?" Tom said with a smile, "Besides, it's boring just for the two of us to chat, it's more fun when there are more people.
Although his consciousness was not in the study space, Grindelwald roughly guessed what Tom was talking about and smiled as well.
Grindelwald stopped eating when he was eight-tenths full.
He knew that he couldn't eat too much in his current state, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable later.
Tom put the dragon skin bag on the table, "There's still a lot of food in it, which can stay fresh for about a month. I'll bring it over when you're almost done.
Grindelwald opened it and took a peek, then pulled out a wand and waved it inside, causing half of the food to fly out again and land on the table.
Tom looked at him in amazement.
Grindelwald smiled. "I like to eat fresh food. Half a month's worth of food is enough."
Tom saw through his thoughts immediately, "You old man, do you want me to come over often?"
Grindelwald waved his hands, "I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
"Take these back, and send me some specialties from other countries next time."
Tom pointed at him, but still couldn't utter the word starting with F. So you can just wait to starve to death in half a month.
Grindelwald didn't care and drank Jägermeister comfortably.
Tom was tasting the Riesling. He just couldn't accept the herbal taste and sweetness of Jagermeister. He strongly suspected that Dumbledore's habit of liking sweets was passed on to him by Grindelwald.
"Tom." Grindelwald said casually, "I remember you said that Dumbledore believed that Voldemort was the most powerful dark wizard of this century?"
"Yes." Tom ate a cherry: "Dumbledore said that Voldemort developed many dark magics to an unprecedented level.
"Don't be dissatisfied. Although you have done more earth-shattering things than Voldemort, you are still no match for him."
"After all, you spend too much energy on your career, unlike Voldemort, whose mind is full of dark magic and he keeps studying.
"snort."
Grindelwald snorted coldly: "The past is the past, and the present is the present. Does Voldemort have a meditation room and a wizard as powerful as Andros to discuss magic with him?"
"If my body were in its prime now, I'd hang him up and beat him!"
The boy rolled his eyes and asked, "Who do you think is stronger, Andros or Dumbledore?"
Grindelwald was silent for a moment, but still said reluctantly: "Dumbledore is no match for him without the Elder Wand, but I am not sure even with the Elder Wand."
"That guy's patronus is too terrifying. You are still far from it."1
Tom grinned, "When I have the chance, I will transform into your appearance, and then summon Andros to fight with Old Dumbledore."
Grindelwald looked at him speechlessly. Sometimes the ideas this kid came up with were so sinister that even a dark wizard like him felt it was sinister.
He is simply born bad.
Time passed quickly as we chatted. It was not yet ten o'clock when Tom arrived, and in the blink of an eye it was already dusk.
Grindelwald spent most of the afternoon studying Voldemort's diary and discussing with Tom the future development path of the Saints.
Every organization must have a clear goal.
In the past, the saints fought to expose the Statute of Secrecy, but that is not possible now.
The reason why Grindelwald failed that year was not only because Dumbledore defeated him, but also because after that day, wizards no longer had the strength to compete with Muggles in the short term.
This does not refer to the gap in top strength.
It would not be difficult for the two kings of the century to turn the world upside down and escape unscathed, but the others would probably be extinct.
Therefore, Grindelwald must find new cohesion for the Saints so that his subordinates will not be at a loss when taking action.
"Is this difficult?" Tom tilted his head in confusion. "To serve you, to serve me, to help me deal with trivial matters, and to help me become the strongest wizard as quickly as possible. Isn't this the purpose of their existence?"
Grindelwald twitched his lips: "Tom, what you said... is a bit too blunt."
"Then let me put it another way." Tom nodded: "For the greater good, and my interests are paramount."
"As for what kind of words to package it into, it's up to you to figure it out. Anyway, I won't treat my own people unfairly, so you can rest assured about that."
Through the narrow window, he could see that it was getting dark outside as Tom gave his final instructions.
"Let's go. I'll come see you another day."
When they came downstairs, the Squib guard was sleeping soundly. Tom put his wand against his forehead, pulled out that memory and destroyed it.
This was Tom's only regret for sending Lockhart to Azkaban too early, as he was unable to gain some experience with the Oblivion spell from him.
Upstairs, watching Tom's figure gradually turn into a small black dot and disappear, Grindelwald withdrew his gaze and murmured in a low voice:
"Voldemort?"
"If I have the chance, I must let Albus see who is the most powerful dark wizard of this century.
Tom could naturally sense Grindelwald's competitive spirit, but this was normal. Competitiveness was an essential quality for a powerful wizard and was also the driving force for their continuous improvement.
Before leaving, Tom also left behind a few bottles of strengthening potion. He was almost using it as a healing medicine, but there was nothing he could do. [The improvement of the essence of life can cover up many problems.
When Tom returned to school, the students on the lawn had dispersed, and Megatron and the professors were nowhere to be seen.
Recently, Tom has directly handed Megatron over to Professor McGonagall for management. He only needs to help him find some minor problems and report errors when something goes wrong.
After Dumbledore announced the news, the atmosphere in the castle became noticeably more lively.
Professor Flitwick's Charms class almost became a separate class for Defense Against the Dark Arts.
In each class, he would select two students as his duel opponents and demonstrate how to use skills and clever tactics to defeat the opponents with simple spells.
Professor Flitwick is a technical person, while Rouse is a violent person. He thinks the biggest problem with the current Hogwarts students is that the spells they master are too gentle and too few in number.
Not everyone has a smart brain and agile body like Professor Flitwick. The battles between students and even most wizards are still based on magic. After mastering certain skills and experience, it is a matter of hard power.
If you can withstand the enemy's spells and break the enemy's defenses, you will definitely win.
The two of them gained some supporters respectively. Basically, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw stood on the side of Professor Flitwick, while Slytherin and Gryffindor reached a rare consensus and believed that Professor Rouse was right.
It is no use to win by relying on skills and physical advantages. The right way is to crush the opponent with fair strength.
Therefore, many disputes (between Wang and Li) broke out between the two sides, but neither Rouse nor Professor Flitwick intervened. Instead, they deliberately arranged for students from the two colleges to compete against each other in the first open class of this semester.
January came to an end in a blink of an eye, and Tom published two more biographies, all of which involved pure-blood families from abroad, but they did not cause any response in Hogwarts.
But this was not Tom's original announcement order. The reason why he chose these two families was because of the news brought by Rozier.
The people who put the bounty on him have been revealed. Some of them are extreme purists, and some of them are the Rosier family's feud.
These people formed a loose alliance of interests and worked together to raise a reward of 50,000 Galleons for Tom.
It's a pity that only two families in this alliance are qualified to be included in his "History of the Magical World", otherwise he would have to expose the underwear of all the families.
They didn't dare to cause trouble for him directly, and they even had to collect 50,000 Galleons. This showed that no matter how glorious his ancestors were, they were now in poverty, with neither strength nor financial resources.
It would make too much noise to kill them now. As long as there is a suitable opportunity to fish in troubled waters, Tom will wipe them out completely.
The last day of the month.
Tom ran to the Room of Requirement early after class.
He received the fifth trial on the last day of July. Now that half a year has passed, although the fifth trial has not been completed, the sixth trial will also be issued.
Chapter 210 the Sixth Trial: Snake, The Innocent Acromantula
Of the twelve zodiac signs within the sea of consciousness, the first four palaces shone brightly, the fifth palace emitted a faint fluorescence, and the rest were dead silent.
Seeing that there was no movement in the sixth trial, Tom didn't want to stare at it.
Why not just take out the diary and have a chat with Voldemort.
"Xiao Fu, let's have a chat."
"You guys, stop acting like we have a life-and-death feud."
[How do you have the nerve to say such a thing?]
Voldemort didn't understand whether it was Tom's problem or he couldn't keep up with the times. Would all the Xiaogangs in fifty years be this crazy?
Have you forgotten that you just used the Cruciatus Curse on me five times yesterday?
Just because I refused to write that Voldemort was an idiot, I prevented you from recording his dark history that would humiliate him in the future?
"Xiao Fu, I think you should calm down. You always get angry easily, which doesn't make you look like the Dark Lord.
"Do you know Grindelwald?"
The diary was silent for a while before words appeared.
[Of course I know, because I am just a loser defeated by Dumbledore."
Of course Voldemort knew Grindelwald. When he was in school, Grindelwald and the Saints were at their most rampant. At that time, Dumbledore was often absent from school, but every time he came back, his aura would change, and it would take some time for it to become calm.
It was also from that time that Voldemort realized that Dumbledore's terror was completely on a different level from other wizards.
"Aren't you also a loser? Grindelwald lost to Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of this century, but you lost to a ten-year-old baby."
[You farted!]
Voldemort's mentality collapsed again. This was the main reason why he hated Tom. This person had a very poisonous mouth. Whenever he spoke, he was either venomous or stabbing.
[I didn't lose to Harry Potter! He's just a lucky boy [It was his mother who used some magic I don't know about that turned me into a half-human, half-ghost!]
"Oh? You mean you lost because you didn't have a horse?"
Voldemort was completely withdrawn, but Tom still had no intention of letting him go.
"Xiao Fu, let's put aside the fact that you don't have a horse. In terms of influence and popularity alone, the gap between you and Grindelwald is huge.
"When Grindelwald swept the world, Europe was his base, the Black States were enslaved by him, and the people of North America were in panic, but what about you?"
"You are relatively successful in the UK, and many people don't dare to address you by name, but outside the British Isles, who are you?"
"If someone compares you to Grindelwald, many old masters will laugh their heads off."
[What do you want to say?]
If Voldemort's soul had a physical body, it would be gritting its teeth at this moment.
Only between colleagues was there naked hatred. Tom madly praised Grindelwald and belittled him, but even if he wanted to refute, he could not find an excuse.
Of course Voldemort knew what was going on.
That's not his problem, that's Dumbledore's problem!
He was blocked by the big boss before he even left the Novice Village. Who else should he blame if not Dumbledore?
"I'm just telling you that this is the importance of pattern. If you hadn't fought to the death against Britain, you wouldn't have fallen to this point. I heard that he's eating shit in the forest of Albania now."
"Look, Xiao Fu, you and I have an inseparable bond. I think you should have more trust in me."
"If your real body dies, you still have me as the seed of the Dark Lord. Wouldn't that also achieve your goal of making me an enemy of Dumbledore?"
"Don't hide the little knowledge you have about Slytherin. Teach me quickly so that I can have my first blood fusion."
Damn it, after all this time I still want to squeeze him dry.
But this time Voldemort did hesitate. He found that Dumbledore and Tom were now an unbreakable alliance. "It would be nice if we could get ten more dark wizards to attract Dumbledore's attention?"
After Tom made his purpose known, he ignored Voldemort and resealed the diary.
The sixth palace in the sea of consciousness has responded and is shaking slightly.
He waited for about another five minutes before the mission for the sixth trial was finally generated.
[Sixth Trial: Snake: In the past, Hercules led the Hydra out of the swamp, killed the main head that controls the power of resurrection, and used a wooden stick to kill the crab sent by Hera.
The host needs to kill the snake monster and the king of the eight-eyed giant spider outside the nest to complete the trial.]
[Trial rewards: Eyes of Death, Invulnerability to All Poisons, Mastery of Poison, Longevity.]
Tom breathed a sigh of relief after reading the mission requirements.
Sure enough, his guess was correct.
The basilisk would indeed become the target of the trial.
If he took action in advance, either the trial palace would remain unchanged and he would have to train another one, or he would have to change the mission, which might be even more troublesome.
The mission required killing the basilisk outside the secret room, which was nothing to Tom. It was the king of the eight-eyed giant spiders...
There's no running away, it's Aragog.
Hercules in the myth killed crabs, but how come he killed a giant spider with many legs?
Isn't it a waste to kill him?
This is a fifty-year-old spider. Venom of this quality is extremely rare.
Tom had originally thought that he would have time to have a good chat with Aragog, but he died before he could make any contribution?
Suddenly, the golden font trembled, and the task requirements changed.
[The surrender of the eight-eyed giant spider can be regarded as the completion of the trial, and the reward remains unchanged. ]
Tom breathed a sigh of relief.
The 'Twelve Trials' are becoming more and more intelligent, or in other words, as the number of completed trial tasks increases, Tom's control over them has increased. After all, this is also his talent.
"The eyes of death, immunity to all poisons, mastery of poison, and a body of longevity."
"Among all these rewards, the most valuable one should be the Eye of Death." Tom muttered. The basilisk's Eye of Death was indeed very abnormal. He couldn't ask Fox to come and help peck out the basilisk's eyes. If he had to rely on himself, the little spell he invented before would come in handy.
The biggest problem now is to wake up the sleeping basilisk. Even if he breaks into the secret room, he can't find the basilisk. Only Voldemort's order can wake him up.
Tom entered the learning space and consulted with the two old men on countermeasures.
The next day, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Ross brought a small spell - the Stinging Curse.
This is a kind of evil curse, but it does not reach the level of black magic. It can cause the target's skin to sting and quickly become red and swollen. Small evil curses like this are not difficult to learn. It is easy for beginners to master the level of silent casting.
The special thing about the Stinging Curse is that this magic cannot be defended by the Armor Curse. You either have to endure the itching feeling or dodge it with agility.
After the class, many students had a lot of red spots on their bodies and they kept gasping for breath. It looked like they were stung by bees.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Riddle!" Rolls caught up with Tom who was about to go upstairs.
"Are you going to the principal's office?" Ross asked seriously.
"Yes, Professor Wilkinson." Tom nodded: "There are some things that need to be reported to the principal, what about you?"
Ross grinned, "What a coincidence, I was just about to go find Dumbledore, and I heard that you don't even need a password to enter the office, so I'll take advantage of you.
"Then let's go together." Tom smiled slightly. There was nothing wrong with their conversation.
After reaching the fifth floor, where there were basically no students, Royce whispered, "I heard you are going to participate in this competition, are you serious?"
"I can't join in?" Tom glanced at him.
"Uh, that's not what I meant."
Ross had a very uncomfortable expression. As a disciple of Grindelwald, who controlled hundreds of saints, he actually had to play house with a group of students... There was something wrong with the picture no matter how you looked at it.
"How many people are coming from Ilvermorny? Are there any teachers worth noting?" Tom asked casually.
"There aren't many people in the exchange group, at most twenty students." Rouse shook his head, but he was much more cautious in what he said next: "But they definitely have other purposes for next year's duel competition."
"Other purposes?" Tom tilted his head in confusion. "What purpose could they have, to assassinate Dumbledore?"
"I also heard from my family…"
Royce said in a serious tone: "The atmosphere in the Magic Congress has been a little off lately. They have been negotiating with the goblins to move Gringotts headquarters to New York, and more and more people have recently joined the International Confederation of Wizards..."
"According to one of my uncles, Graves, Lopez and others want to transform North America into the new center of the wizarding world."
Tom stopped and stared at Ross for two seconds, then took another step and walked up the stairs to the eighth floor.
"It's understandable that the fast-rising upstarts want to challenge the old world's beneficiaries and redistribute the pie, but don't worry about it for now. If the sky falls, there will be tall people to hold it up.
"I'm not a tall person now. Even if I were, I would squat down first to see the situation."
"Don't get involved. Just tell me if you have any news."
"I understand." Ross nodded imperceptibly and then stopped talking.
The gargoyle yawned and jumped away, and Tom walked into the office.