Chapter 233: The Death Eye, The Artifact for Bullying, Uncle Newt, Bring Me a Panda
Dumbledore frowned in annoyance.
It was obvious who the blue flame reminded him of. This flame once swept across the world and almost burned everything upside down.
He recalled something he had forgotten—years ago, Snape had fought a battle with Tom.
He saw in Tom the fighting style of Grindelwald when he was young, using force to suppress others, being domineering and overbearing.
He wanted not only to win, but also to win beautifully, to defeat the enemy so that he would be convinced and would not have the slightest thought of resisting.
Time and time again, isn't this too much of a coincidence?
This coincidence annoyed him greatly.
Dumbledore couldn't figure it out and shook his head helplessly.
"Hagrid, since you've promised Mr. Riddle, don't worry. I can probably guess why he needs a large amount of Acromantula venom, but this is Riddle's privacy and I can't reveal it to you for the time being."
"I understand. I'll go to Knockturn Alley to buy medicine for Professor Sprout tomorrow."
"Thank you for your hard work." Dumbledore nodded and left the vegetable garden.
On the way back to the castle, he was still lost in thought.
After so many years, isn't it time to go see old friends?
Inside the Room of Requirement, Tom took stock of his gains.
Although he did not gain new blood, the longevity body still brought changes to his body.
Tom, the person involved, found it difficult to describe this change. To use an inappropriate analogy, it was like a 1,000 ml glass bottle becoming a 1,500 ml glass bottle. The manufacturing materials are still the same, but the bottle has become bigger.
He doesn't need to be tested for immunity to all poisons, he believes in the quality of the trial rewards.
There was basically no poison in the world that could affect him now, and he had mastered several poison mist spells inherited from Slytherin in one go. How powerful was it... The door panel 05 that had made Snape so angry was easily corroded.
Finally, there is the Eye of Death.
Tom caught some animals for testing, from the weakest squirrel to the strongest bull, and they could kill each other instantly just by looking at each other.
But the amount of magic power and energy consumed is different.
It is definitely very useful for sneak attacks and instant kills of weak wizards.
But in the study space, Tom tried to use it against Grindelwald until his magic power was exhausted, his brain was dizzy, and the Death Eye was barely activated.
The effect was disappointing, only successfully turning Grindelwald into a petrified state. The two of them stared at each other for more than ten seconds, and Grindelwald said his eyes were dry...
"Is that right?"
Tom slammed his hands on the table, and Ariana politely brought him a glass of ice water to calm him down.
"Why does a basilisk kill anyone it glares at? Why are there so many restrictions on me? RNM, return this product!"
"Just be content."
Grindelwald, having recovered, rubbed his neck, still savoring the feeling of being petrified. He glanced at the indignant Tom and said unhappily:
"The basilisk's Death Stare is essentially a curse. The more powerful the target, the more power you'll need. If it were an ordinary Auror, you could kill them with just one look. But who am I?"
Grindelwald snorted coldly: "Even if you are as perverted as a monster now, your magic power is still far from catching up with me."
"Don't even mention you. Even if that basilisk appeared in front of me, it couldn't have killed me with a single glare. That was when I was completely unprepared. If it had set up a counter-spell in advance, it wouldn't have had any effect on me at all."
Although he was criticizing Tom, Grindelwald's tone was sour.
This Death Eye is even harder to guard against than the Lifeless Wand spell. When Tom grows up, he will be like a Dark Lord in one glance if he is not prepared.
"Andros, let's try again."
Tom felt that what Grindelwald said made sense, but he still wanted to test whether the Eye of Petrification could be activated more quickly.
Ten seconds of staring at each other was too long.
Those who knew wouldn't say anything, and those who didn't would think they were communicating their feelings.
"Okay." Andros grinned.
Tom activated the Eye of Petrification, and Andros immediately transformed into a giant of light.
The invincible positive energy destroyed the curse magic without leaving any residue. Tom even felt a stinging pain in his eyes and was temporarily blind for a few seconds.
Tom:
It's amazing to be able to drive a Gundam, right?
He finally figured it out. It was called the Eye of Death, but it could only kill instantly downwards, not upwards.
It's even more useless when you meet a freak like Andros. You will be blinded just by looking at his picture.
Both of these old men say he is a pervert and a monster, but are they not?
I really believed their lies.
Tom glared at the gloating duo and patted Ariana's head: "You are the best! They just want to laugh at me.
"Hehe." The girl was very happy to receive the compliment, and then she secretly glared at Grindelwald.
Grindelwald was not angry. On the contrary, he preferred Ariana's current personality. Having a temper was good. Being like a dough, wasn't that another Albus?
"By the way...Tom, what is your next mission?" Andros asked.
"It's a good thing." Tom was no longer angry and showed a mysterious smile: "When it's finished, all magic will be the same to me."
[Seventh Trial: Harmony: Please tame the Iron Eater and defeat it in its strongest area (only for adult Iron Eaters). Upon success, you will gain the talent: Yin and Yang.]
Yin and Yang: Everything has its own yin and yang sides.
Yin alone cannot produce life, and Yang alone cannot thrive.
Only when Yin and Yang complement each other and advance hand in hand can one go further.
Talent Effect: The host's Black Magic and White Magic are in absolute balance.
Improving Black Magic proficiency will boost White Magic through the Talent Effect in a short period of time, and vice versa.
This talent does not improve blood, soul, or affect the power of magic. It has only one effect, which is to always fill the shortest part of the barrel and make it as long as the longest part. There is no possibility of bias.
Previously, Tom was very cautious about learning the black magic, fearing that he would go too far and his understanding of magic would not be enough to be corrupted by the black magic.
The difference between Grindelwald and Voldemort is that Grindelwald's normal magic complements his dark magic and is not affected, so it looks normal.
Voldemort only pursues powerful and extreme black magic, and disdains conventional and boring magic. He cannot be considered corrupted, but rather actively chooses to embrace it.
This is also the reason why Voldemort is stronger. A paranoid and talented person will devote himself to a certain field and will naturally achieve unimaginable achievements.
Tom no longer has this worry in the future. Since his black magic skills improve quickly, he will just learn black magic. He will work hard as soon as possible and leave the rest to his talent.
After listening to Tom's explanation, Grindelwald and Andros were silent.
Lao Ge's eyes were bloodshot when he looked at Tom.
"You are damned... How can you have such a strange talent? What are all the hard work and hardships I put in? You know I was able to suppress the influence of black magic.
How long have you been suffering?"
Tom tried to test it: "Think...Think you can endure hardship?"
Bang--!
Grindelwald slammed the table and stood up suddenly: "Let's go practice!"
Only a fool would fight an angry dark lord. Tom decisively left the study space.
Now the meat is just in the pot and not in your mouth yet.
So you can't just be happy, you still have to do what you have to do.
Since it was related to magical creatures, he would of course have to ask Uncle Newt for advice. Tom took out "I Chat" and started to apply for off-site assistance.
Tom: Are you there? Are you there? Help me, Minister Newt.
[Socially anxious Pokémon Master:?]
[Socially anxious Pokémon Master: What's wrong, Tom? ]
[Tom: You know, I'm going to become stronger again. ]
Far away in New York, Newt, who was eating breakfast, was slightly stunned when he saw the information that appeared, but he soon thought of something.
[Social Anxiety Pokémon Master: Is it the same as the Thunderbird incident?]
Tom: Yes.
[Socially anxious Pokémon Master: But didn't you say, First Class Order of Merlin...]
[Tom: That mission is stuck, but it doesn't affect the rest. I've actually already completed one mission, the Basilisk.]
[Socially anxious Pokémon Master: So that's how it is. What magical creatures did you need to learn about that time?]
In fact, Newt really wanted to know what benefits Tom had gained, but talking about it here would have hidden dangers, so he decided to ask next time they met.
[Tom: Iron-eating beast, I need to know what Iron-eating beast is best at.]
Of course he knew about the national treasure, but he didn't know much about it. He only knew that the fertility rate was very low, barely reaching ten per person for every 393 people in Sichuan.
The rest still depends on Newt.
However, Newt's answer left Tom stunned.
The reply message was very simple, Song had ten words: ┼eat.
Tom: Are you kidding me?
[Social Anxiety Pokémon Master: Of course not...]
After Newt's explanation, Tom finally understood that this mission was a hell of a mission...
The life of an iron-eating beast is simply the life that countless people dream of. In 24 hours a day, about half of the time is spent on eating and the other half is spent on sleeping.
Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, Tom feels jealous.
How much can a ferruginous animal eat in a day? Between 10% and 20% of its body weight.
Wild ferruginous animals are thinner, weighing an average of about 80 kilograms. This means that Tom would have to eat 20 to 30 kilograms of food to beat the ferruginous animals in terms of eating...
Even though he now has the blood of a fire dragon and eats a lot more than a normal person, he is still a human being. Can anyone really eat so much?
[Social Anxiety Pokémon Master: Tom, what is your challenge?]
[Tom: Tame a ferruginous beast and win in its best field...]
[Socially anxious Pokémon Master: ...…]
Newt almost spit out a mouthful of water. What kind of weird challenge rules are these?
etc...
Newt's eyes suddenly widened.
[Social Anxiety Pokémon Master: Taming the Iron Eater?]
Tom: That's right. This is a prerequisite. Regardless of how it's completed later, could you please help me solve this first problem first?
[Socially anxious Pokémon Master: Tom, this is illegal. ]
The circulation of iron beasts on the market is less than that of fire dragons and runes, because they are the treasures of that place.
Tom: Uncle, that's inappropriate. Look at all those cute little things in your suitcase. I don't think I can fit all the criminal records in one box, right?
Tom: I'm not asking you to poach. I just want to give a few wild ferns a warm home.
Suddenly, across the ocean, Newt saw Tom's shy smile...
Chapter 234: Using Blood as Currency, Obtaining the Living Map
In the end, Uncle Newt agreed to Tom's request.
After experiencing the wizarding war initiated by Grindelwald, Newt deeply understood one thing: don't let capable people go crazy at will, because the consequences of doing so are unbearable and unimaginable for ordinary people.
Tom is obviously a capable person who is also prone to madness.
Even if he refused Tom's request, wouldn't he go and look for it himself?
If any accident happens at that time, there may not be a wizard war, but at least countless people will pay the price for it.
So he had to help Tom solve this problem.
Newt soon came up with a proper solution - to go through the formal channels and ask Tom to take care of a few iron-eating beasts, nominally for research and observation.
As long as he helped with the research for a period of time and sent over some research results and physical reports of the iron-eating beasts from time to time, there would be no problem.
After listening to Newt's method, Tom praised it repeatedly.
It's really hard for Uncle Newt to come up with a proper solution in such a short time.
However, even if he came up with this method, he couldn't implement it. He didn't have the same reputation as Newt in the magical beast world, and people wouldn't pay any attention to him. "In the end, it still depends on magic."
reason.
Tom: Please hurry up! I can't wait any longer. This talent is very important to me.
[Socially anxious Pokémon Master: You really... don't look like you're asking for help at all.]
Tom: We're friends, are you really happy that I'm being polite to you?
Newt laughed and shook his head when he heard Tom's words.
"This kid."
Indeed, if Tom was really polite to him, although he would appreciate Tom, he would not care about Tom more than his own grandson like he does now.
Although Tom is not a kind-hearted good guy, he does not have the loyalty and low-keyness of Hufflepuff.
But ever since Tom showed him his talent when they first met, Newt had already accepted this friend regardless of age difference.
You gave me trust and I gave you loyalty.
This is Hufflepuff.
After handing the most troublesome part over to Newt, Tom felt relieved.
He believed Newt wouldn't keep him waiting too long, but before the iron-eating beast arrived, he still had to find a way to satisfy his appetite.
What kind of stomach can eat 30 kilograms of food...
Magical problems must be solved by magic. Tom's imagination was very open and he quickly came up with several solutions.
The first one is the simplest and most brutal one, which is to shrink the food with magic, so that he can eat more.
But after shrinking, the weight of the item will also change.
The second rule of Gamp's Transfiguration Law states that the total amount of matter can never be changed.
The Shrinking Spell is actually a type of Transfiguration Spell.
After becoming smaller, the actual weight of the object will be partially hidden before the magic effect disappears, but it still exists.
However, it is highly likely that it will be considered an invalid method during the trial.
The second thing is that he himself becomes bigger.
As the body becomes larger, it will certainly be able to accommodate more things.
But the problem is... just making it a little bigger won't solve the problem. If it becomes much bigger, it will be difficult. The wizard can be regarded as a magic item, and the most complicated magic item.
This is why Animagus are so rare. Any magic targeting the human body is dangerous.
Moreover, the animals that Animagus transforms into are uncontrollable. If Tom wants to become Hagrid's size, he will need to study hard for a long time to achieve it.
The last resort is to start with digestion.
Eat fast, digest quickly, consume more energy, and continue to eat.
"Do we still have to rely on flesh and blood magic..."
Tom gradually came up with an idea.
After receiving the task of the seventh trial, Tom devoted most of his energy to the study of flesh and blood magic within the Slytherin heritage. This involved a lot of potion knowledge, and it was inevitable that he had to harass Snape almost every day.
Although he had a stern face, Snape never turned him away. This was actually a win-win situation. Snape got a lot of inheritance content, which also benefited him a lot.
"Slytherin is definitely an unparalleled potion master."
After studying for a while, Snape couldn't help but sigh.
You know, Snape was very proud, especially in the field of potions, which he was best at.
He was even arrogant.
When it came to Slughorn, he only gave a perfunctory and rigid evaluation.
But after praising Slytherin, the old bat started to diss Tom again. Why didn't you mention his achievements in potions in the "Chronicle of Magical Wards"?
"Because it's a record of the Slytherin family as a whole, not his personal biography."
Tom didn't even look up, still organizing his notes.
"Then find time to write a dedicated biography." Snape emphasized: "You are a Slytherin student and have an obligation to spread the reputation of the school [correct those wrong views].
Several articles were published in succession, and the popularity of "Chronicles of the Magical World" has been increasing recently.
The main reason is that it has once again sparked a dispute over the theory of bloodline.
Many people who support the redefinition of pure-blood have used Tom's articles as their most advantageous weapon, citing various classics.
As a result, the progress of the mission has reached nearly 40%, which is beyond Tom's expectations.
"Do you think I have time now?" Tom shrugged helplessly and put his things away. "Okay, Professor, Slytherin's reputation will become great again because of me. Don't worry."
After saying that, the boy left the office. Snape curled his lips and turned back to his research.
He was now in the same predicament as the centaurs Firenze and Magre. The student was learning too fast, and if he didn't work harder, he would soon be unable to answer the questions Tom asked.
Inside the castle, Tom was on his way upstairs to the Room of Requirement when he ran into Filch scolding students for footprints on the floor. He didn't know how many times this week this had happened.
The Easter holiday is next week, and after the holiday, the exchange teams from the two magic schools will arrive.
This was the first time in decades that Hogwarts had hosted other magic schools. Even the professors were nervous, striving to show the best side of the school.
Many old and worthless decorations have been replaced, house-elves will ride on flying brooms to clean the castle walls at night, and the areas damaged by the basilisk have now been completely repaired. Professor Flitwick has made the new stone bricks blend perfectly into the environment.
As for the suggestions Tom made to Professor McGonagall, they will not be implemented this semester.
But he was not in a hurry, because the last time he went to Professor McGonagall's office, he saw her making the monthly exam papers.
Tsk.
A moment of silence for the students.
"Riddle." Filch's expression immediately softened when he saw Tom, and he greeted him warmly.
"Don't worry, Mr. Filch." Tom lifted his foot. "I have a clean background. There will be no problem."
Inside the House of Requests, hazy mist drifted out from the crucible. The mist was blood red and emitted an eerie aura. Tom slowly stirred it with his wand until the last trace of blood mist dissipated, and then he stopped.
The liquid in the crucible solidified quickly, becoming unexpectedly crystal clear and elastic, looking like red jelly.
Take a bite?
The thought flashed through Tom's mind and vanished quickly.
Who knows what he has concocted? How could he risk his life to test the medicine himself?
He's a reckless man like Grindelwald.
Fortunately, he had intercepted two when preparing materials for Grindelwald last time, otherwise he would have to randomly select volunteers from the school.
He took out an experimenter from the small world - this was a prisoner that Rosier got from the Bastille. As for whether it would be a burden to use a human for experiments, at least facing this wizard who had tortured an entire Muggle family to madness with Cruciatus, Tom would not feel any guilt.
After controlling him to drink the potion through the Imperius Curse, Tom took out a pen and paper and began to take notes.
[36 seconds, the subject's face flushed and his expression was tangled. He was in pain, but the pain level was low.]
[At 1 minute and 40 seconds, his expression returns to normal, his body swells, and his aura begins to change.]
[2 minutes and 26 seconds, the experimenter casts a spell, the magic power increases, and the drug officially takes effect]
[5 points...]
After finishing the record, Tom shook his head helplessly as he looked at the pool of blood on the ground mixed with some minced meat.
See, he said that you can't test the medicine yourself. He even vomited blood. The medicine will become ineffective if the converted blood and flesh are not fully utilized. The balance must be maintained during the conversion process.
The pain symptoms must also be eliminated, so some numbing powder needs to be added.
After summarizing the main issues, the amounts of various ingredients in the formula need to be adjusted, which is not a simple task.
So Tom chose to cheat.
Enter the meditation room, extraordinary mode, start!
In the blink of an eye, it was the last day before Easter. After finishing the last class, the students began to have fun, and Tom's research also came to the final stage.
Seeing that the experimental subjects did not show any adverse reactions, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
"Finally, the preliminary work is completed."
Grindelwald also watched the entire process from Tom's perspective, pinching his chin and saying, "You're really weird, you can even come up with such a weird method."
"As long as it works." Tom put the experimenter away and cleaned the Room of Requirement before leaving. He asked in his mind:
"How are things going over there?"
"I'm not as lucky as you." Grindelwald shook his head helplessly: "That's Slytherin's research result, it's not that easy to improve.
"Then follow his method and conduct a few experiments first."
The young man walked calmly down the corridor, "I want to see the effects of the fusion and its controllability. I can't have everyone at their best and then rank them in a group."
"Okay, next time I'll give you some magical beast flesh and blood," Grindelwald agreed. "What are you planning to fuse?"
Tom said as a matter of course: "Of course it's a fire dragon. There's no point in finding some garbage."
Grindelwald in the study space couldn't help but grin.
This kid is even braver than him. If he had obtained this inheritance, he would never consider spreading it widely, but would only help a few confidants to improve.
But Tom had clearly told him before that he wanted to turn blood into a kind of "currency" and use the currency to control the Saints organization.
"Tom."
A light voice came from behind. Tom stopped and turned around. Who else could it be if it wasn't Luna calling him?
"Where did you come from?" (Ma Wang Zhao) The young man raised his eyebrows. He had just walked over and didn't see anyone in the corridor.
Luna pointed to a door, "There, I'm looking for you."
"Looking for me?"
"Well, help Ginny find you."
"Then why don't I have to chat?" Tom was even more puzzled.
Luna was stunned. "Oh, yeah...why doesn't Ginny use 'I chat'?"
Tom corrected:
No, I mean you all, not just Ginny.
"I left mine in the dormitory and didn't bring it out.
"Okay." Tom shrugged, "Where is Ginny? Take me there.
Ten minutes later, Tom met Ginny in the courtyard garden.
"Finally I found you." The girl ran over to Tom as soon as she saw him, with a smug look on her face, and took out a crumpled piece of parchment.
"I got what you wanted."
"Marauder's Map?" He took the map from Ginny. He had been so busy recently that he had forgotten about it.
"I gave you half a month, but you actually took one and a half months."
"You can't blame me for this." Ginny said a little aggrievedly, "It's because George and Fred are too cunning. It took me a long time to find any evidence against them."
Tom took out his wand and pointed it at the parchment.
"I solemnly swear I have done nothing wrong."
A large amount of ink appeared in the middle of the parchment, and then quickly spread out, outlining the map of Hogwarts and densely packed names in black and white lines.
Very good, it is genuine.
Confirming that Ginny was not fooled by the twins, Tom nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the girl: "Tell me, what evidence did you get that they were willing to give her the Marauder's Map?"
you."
Chapter 235: Ginny's Request, Natural Enemies Become Partners
When talking about the process of getting the Marauder's Map, Ginny immediately became beaming with joy, and was obviously very proud of it.
"Fred and George, tsk, you definitely don't know, they both have a crush on Angelina. No, it can't be called a crush, they've even started writing love letters to her."
"So you saw their love letters and used their contents to threaten them?" Tom guessed.
Ginny nodded, then shook her head: "Almost. I did see the love letter, but the point is not that I discovered them writing love letters, but..."
The girl burst out laughing, and laughed so hard that she fell backwards, and her flower... well, this little tablet couldn't shake at all.
"It's that their love letters are pieced together, George writes a sentence, Fred writes a sentence. I saw them in the library scratching their heads, and it took them a long time to think of a sentence."
"Whose love letter do you think it belongs to? If Angelina agrees after reading it, who is she agreeing to?"
"Have you spelled the letter?" Tom was startled.
Fred and George are really creative. Could it be that they are used to talking back and forth, so they can only write one sentence and the other person doesn't write the second sentence, and they can't think of the rest?
This won't work.
Even if you are not used to it now, you will get used to it in a few years.
"In order to continue to behave themselves in school, the two of them had no choice but to give me the Marauder's Map."
"You're such a filial son." Tom patted Ginny's head. "You're such a good son. You're definitely a blessing to the Weasley family."
"That's right." Ginny didn't hear anything wrong at all, and became even more complacent. Luna, who usually had a blank expression, twitched the corners of her mouth, feeling anxious about her friend's IQ.
"Tom, do you know how hard I've been working lately?"
Ginny's face fell and she started complaining: "In order to help you get this damn map, I have been following George and Fred whenever I have time. I don't even have time to play with Luna.
If you don't believe me, ask Luna; she already has a problem with me."
"No." Luna shook her head seriously: "I won't have any objection to you, Ginny."
Ginny:
Although what Luna said was very touching, she is now playing the victim to get benefits.
"Even though Luna doesn't care, I still feel guilty."
Ginny tried to smooth things over. Tom looked at her askew: "Want a gift?"
"Uh-huh!"
It didn't matter what the gift was, she just wanted to know whether Tom would agree. This was what was called asking for an attitude.
"Okay."
To Ginny's surprise, Tom not only agreed, but also agreed very readily.
"You didn't lie to me?" The girl almost couldn't believe it. She leaned forward and asked uncertainly.
"Why would I lie to you?" Tom tapped her lightly and pushed her little head away. "But I'm very busy recently. I'll give you a reward in a few days.
Even he was so busy that he forgot about the Marauder's Map, but Ginny still remembered it. Just for this attitude, she should be rewarded.
"We have a deal. You are not allowed to go back on your word." The girl was very happy to get the promise. She took her best friend's hand and left happily.
Tom looked at the parchment in his hand and prepared to go back and study it.
At the same time, the fourth floor.
Professor McGonagall finished the first batch of papers and felt much better. She prepared to go to the auditorium to eat something.
During the process of making the examination papers, she felt the benefits of having more examinations. She no longer had to worry about overlooking any knowledge points. As long as she learned a few things in a month, she would be sure to cover them all.
The midterm exam can highlight key points and reinforce key knowledge.
Each exam has its own role.
As Tom said, increasing the frequency of exams can allow students to repeatedly consolidate their memories and ultimately obtain good final grades.
At the same time, they will not forget everything after the exam and will always leave something behind.
Professor McGonagall felt a little regretful. Tom was so insightful in education. If he was a little older, he would have stayed in school and become a teacher.
Suddenly, a low roar and cry of pain reached her ears. Professor McGonagall's face changed slightly. He carefully determined the direction and finally locked onto a classroom. The closer he got, the clearer it became.
"Po Te! You wimp! Scarhead! Blind! Ouch, my balls, why don't you hit them down there!"
Professor McGonagall pushed open the door, her eyes stinging.
Malfoy and Potter wrestled together. Malfoy dug at Harry's scar and laughed like a silver coin, while Potter aimed at his lower three parts and immediately turned his laughter into a scream of ecstasy.
"What are you doing?!"
Professor McGonagall was shocked and angry. There were students hiding in the classroom and fighting!
Or such a dirty fight?
Professor McGonagall's angry and authoritative voice made Harry and Malfoy shudder. Seeing the old cat lady's fiery eyes, they quickly let go of their opponents and stood up in embarrassment.
The scar on Harry's forehead was red, as if someone had sucked it hard. Malfoy was hunched over, still gasping for air.
"Very good, very good..." Professor McGonagall trembled with anger, his voice trembling with anger: "You think I can't control you during the holidays, right? Then I will make sure you don't have any holidays!"
"No, Professor!" Harry quickly defended himself: "Professor, have you forgotten that you allowed me to use a classroom to practice magic? Just now..."
"You call that practicing magic?" Professor McGonagall looked at Harry in disbelief, the disappointment in his eyes evident.
Although Potter had gotten into trouble from time to time in the past, he would never resort to sophistry like he does now.
"Professor McGonagall." Malfoy spoke despite the pain. This time, he and Harry stood on the same front for a rare occasion: "Potter didn't lie to you. We are really practicing..."
As the two of them argued back and forth, Professor McGonagall gradually understood the whole situation and his expression gradually softened.
To put it simply, the two were practicing magic seriously at the beginning, but someone said something first, and the other party immediately said something back, and soon the verbal fight turned into a fight.
Professor McGonagall looked at the two wands that were cast aside, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He really didn't know how to comment.
These two people are simply natural enemies, reminding her of James Potter and Snape in the past.
But there is one difference: James Potter has several reliable helpers around him, but Harry is surrounded by...
Suddenly, Professor McGonagall frowned. "Potter, I thought you said you were borrowing the classroom with Weasley, so why did it become Mr. Malfoy now?"
Harry's eyes dimmed for a moment, and he said unhappily, "Ronald wasn't very interested, so I went to Malfoy and he agreed immediately. We started training here last week."
Tom was right again. Ronald really was... It can't be said that he was hopeless, but it should be said that he was too easy-going and had no ambition (agfj).
"So you've fought once before?" Professor McGonagall grasped the key point sharply, and Harry and Malfoy shrank their necks in fear.
The beating last time was even worse than today...
"Forget it..." Looking at the two of them, Professor McGonagall sighed silently, and the anger in his heart almost dissipated. "It's a good thing to want to make progress, but...but you also have to pay attention to the methods and approaches.
"Remember, you are wizards. Don't act like Muggle street thugs. I can't stand it."
"I must also remind you that you are not allowed to use dark magic or spells with strong side effects. Also, if you lose, do not come to me or Professor Snape, nor ask your friends for help. This is your choice, understand?"
Seeing that both of them nodded, Professor McGonagall walked out of the classroom.
Let them fight. If teachers interfere too much in the grudges between students, it will have a counterproductive effect. It is better to let Potter and Malfoy solve it themselves. One-on-one is fair. The loser can only blame himself and no one else.
Just don't embarrass yourself in public.
After Professor McGonagall left, Malfoy and Harry looked at each other and snorted at the same time.
"Potter, continue tomorrow?"
00:00 / 00:00
"certainly.
Malfoy returned to the common room, secretly cursing Harry all the way. This guy had improved too quickly. He could definitely win in the dueling class last year, but now he was almost defeated. He had just spoken subconsciously, and now he regretted it.
What if I lose tomorrow?
"Hey, Malfoy, did you fight with Potter again?" The sharp-eyed Zabini noticed Malfoy's messy robes and bruises on his face, and immediately sneered with gloating pleasure.
"Stop talking nonsense and give me some healing medicine," Malfoy said impatiently.
Shabini waved his hand. "I don't have it with me either. I'll give it to you later. Seeing you acting like this, I wonder if you didn't get any advantage today?"
They all knew that Malfoy and Potter had been fighting since last week." Today, Malfoy was much more embarrassed than last time.
"Don't mention it." Malfoy sat down on the sofa next to him irritably. "Potter suddenly learned several spells and used them very skillfully (just like a car can do it).
Today, he came out to deliberately trick me."
"Does he have the brains to do that?"
Nott shook his head. "Potter certainly doesn't have that kind of brain. He probably learned those spells recently because Tom gave him a notebook."
"Tom's notebook?" Malfoy sat up straight. "What's going on?"
Zabini fiddled with the wizard chess, "It seems that Potter helped Tom with something. We saw Tom organizing a notebook before, and then he gave it to Potter.
"No, that's not fair."
Malfoy was anxious. Wasn't Pozhi cheating by hiring foreign aid?
He also wants to ask Tom for a notebook.
Malfoy hurried back to the dormitory to check what gift he could buy for Tom with his remaining pocket money.
Unfortunately, when Malfoy went to look for Tom the next day with the generous gift he had prepared, he couldn't find him anywhere.
Tom had gone home, not only by himself but also with the Greengrass sisters and Hermione.
In principle, they cannot leave school during Easter, but Tom is obviously not a principled person. It is inconvenient to do anything in school, and it is far less free than being at home.
The Slytherin students didn't dare to tell on the culprits, and there was no point in telling on them. Tom came back to slack off this time, and Fawkes was the one who sent him back, so Dumbledore already knew about it.
"Chirp—!"
A clear chirping sound suddenly appeared in the room, and Tom looked up in surprise.
"Fox, why are you still here?"
"Chi——!" Fox flew over and pecked Tom angrily. What a scumbag! He wanted him to go back after using him?
"hold head high!"
Rayquaza flew over and knocked Fox away, and the two little ones immediately started to make a fuss.
Tom:
Well, now Dumbledore doesn't know he's slipped away. I hope Dumbledore doesn't need to go anywhere else during this vacation, otherwise he'll have to go on foot.
Bright sunshine entered the room through the half-open window. April is the most comfortable time in London. There are fifteen, sixteen or seven days in the day, neither too hot nor too cold, and a breeze mixed with the smell of soil.
Tom spread out the Marauder's Map on the table, put on a pair of thick sunglasses, and examined it carefully inch by inch.
This is the X-ray sunglasses that were once confiscated from Nico. The correct use of this thing should be to analyze magical items, analyze the refining techniques and the magic patterns and materials used.
Nico actually uses it to look at beautiful women, which is really...well, it's actually a good use.
After watching for a while, Tom's expression became playful.
Putting aside the personalities of the Marauders, the mere fact that Tom was able to detect the magic and ancient runes on the Marauder's Map was enough to prove that this group's magic skills far surpassed those of their peers.
Chapter 236: Evil Cultivator Diet Pills, Broad-minded Riddle
It took Tom two hours to go through the entire Marauder's Map and gain a basic understanding of the production ideas of the plunderer.
The most powerful feature of the Marauder's Map is that it can mark people's names and activity tracks. Tom didn't recognize the spells involved, and he had to call out Grindelwald to get the answer.
"This is a very advanced human tracking spell that can mark and track target creatures. It should be the work of the Potter family. They are very good at escaping."
Tom couldn't help but nodded. The Potter family is indeed good at running.
The legendary ancestor of the Potter family, the third son of the Peverell family escaped the pursuit of death. James Potter had escaped from the clutches of Voldemort three times.
"As for the name display..." Grindelwald pinched his chin. "True Name Magic, that's quite a feat, Tom. Try to reverse-engineer this spell. It could have many uses."
"Like making others afraid to call me by my name?" Tom asked with a smile.
Andros listened to the conversation between the two and couldn't help but complain: "Tom, you are becoming more and more like Voldemort. Why can't you use a good name?"
"It was just a joke," Tom shrugged. "I just wanted to hide my real name so I wouldn't be cursed in the future."
It sounds similar to Voldemort changing his name, but in fact, Tom expresses a very abstract concept. Instead of changing Tom Riddle's name, the abstract existence representing his real name is stripped away.
It's troublesome to say, and even more troublesome to do in practice.
Tom is now only protecting his name with magic, and the security level is much lower.
These purebloods... have something in their pockets.
The True Name magic was most likely a treasure of the Black family.
Although Lupin and Peter Pettigrew also participated in the creation of the map, they were basically just doing odd jobs and running errands.
The main force was still Sirius and James, the two young masters with a family background in True Name magic.
Although Mrs. Greengrass had helped him collect many pure-blood treasures, she would never hand over such core knowledge.
Owing you a favor doesn't mean I have to work for you.
The Marauder's Map gave Tom a lot of inspiration. He grew up so smoothly that he ignored so many treasures around him.
Be sure to shave it if you have the chance.
"Tom! Tom! Stop working so hard on your vacation and come out and play!"
Daphne's screams were heard downstairs. Tom smiled helplessly, put away the Marauder's Map, and went downstairs to accompany the little witch.
At lunchtime, the house-elf Pala carefully prepared a table of delicious food. Daphne was about to get some more of her favorite cannoli, but when she saw her face, which had become rounder recently, reflected in the silver plate, her face fell and she reluctantly refused to look at him.
Tom almost laughed out loud when he saw this, and things changed for the better.
"Daphne, from today on, you can eat without worry. I promise you can maintain whatever weight you want in the future."
Ooooo! Ooooo!
The three girls present all looked at Tom. Daphne's golden hair floated up, almost flying to Tom's side. "Tom, have you figured out a diet pill?"
"Well, I even asked someone to do an experiment, and there's absolutely no problem."
Tom took out the potion he had prepared long ago. He had originally wanted to give it to Daphne as a birthday present on her birthday, which was just over a month away.
But seeing how she is, forget it. I'll have to think of another birthday gift.
"jelly?"
Hermione and Astoria both came over and looked at the potion in the bottle curiously. Unlike regular potions, it was actually solidified.
"Hmm, it does taste like jelly. I named it... Evil Cultivator Weight Loss Potion."
"Evil cultivator?"
The three girls said in unison that they didn't understand why Tom would give his child such a strange name.
"Um."
Facing the girls' puzzled looks, Tom explained, "Actually, the main purpose of this potion isn't to lose weight, but to temporarily enhance magical power, making spells more powerful."
"Ah?" Daphne's disappointment was evident in her words. "But didn't you say it was a diet pill?"
"I haven't finished talking yet?"
Holding the little witch's hand, Tom gestured for Daphne to calm down before continuing, "Actually, I'm using the side effects of the potion to lose weight."
"There's a type of sacrificial magic within the Dark Arts that allows one to sacrifice flesh and blood to temporarily enhance magical power. Voldemort mastered this magic and taught it to some Death Eaters.
For example, Peter Pettigrew.
Tom added silently in his mind, sacrificing a finger to blow up half a street, from this point of view, Peter Pettigrew's strength is actually not weak, and he is ruthless to himself.
Hermione and the others all turned pale, looking at the beautiful red jelly in horror.
Daphne swallowed, "Tom, I want to lose weight, but... I don't have to be so drastic, right?"
"Don't worry, I've already optimized it.
The flesh and blood will be directly converted into energy.
It contains a paralyzing ingredient that will make you feel no pain.
One bottle of magic potion consumes about one kilogram of flesh and blood.
After drinking it, you will feel your body bloating.
Once you consume the excess magic power, you will return to normal."
Tom's reputation was still very strong among Daphne. The little witch no longer had any doubts and held the potion in her arms: "Then I will eat first, and then try the effect after that."
Hermione said coyly, "Tom, do you have any extra potions? I'd like to try some too."
Which girl doesn't want to eat as much as she wants without getting fat? Anyway, Hermione can't refuse. She just isn't as greedy as Daphne, who only cares about eating every day.
Soon, the food for lunch was eaten up. Daphne completely let go and ate two or three times more than usual. After eating, her belly was full. She quickly pulled Tom upstairs to be weighed, and then went to the backyard to start testing the medicine.
Daphne swallowed all the potions like jelly, and her body soon became hot. She did not feel any pain, but instead felt an energy that had no way to vent.
Tom conjured up a few targets and placed them in front of Daphne. "You can start now."
"Falling unconscious!"
"Torn apart!"
"Thunderbolt explosion!"
Spell after spell was released, and the feeling of swelling that had no way to vent also dissipated. When the energy from the conversion of flesh and blood was completely consumed, Daphne returned to normal, and the feeling of fullness from eating just now also disappeared.
Then they weighed themselves again, and sure enough, they had lost exactly one kilogram.
"Very good!"
Daphne jumped up happily, hugged Tom and kissed him on the cheek. "From now on, I can eat whatever I want and as much as I want. I don't have to worry about getting fat anymore!"
"Lady! Daphne, mind your image!"
Hermione quickly pulled Daphne away to prevent her from taking advantage of her, but the corners of her mouth were still raised.
The two of them kept asking for diet pills, but Tom didn't make much. He was only satisfied when he promised them that he would prepare enough for them during the week-long holiday.
Hermione gave Daphne a sneak kiss, exactly in the same position as Daphne had just been, and ran away before Daphne could react.
"Sister, what are you thinking about?"
Astoria found it very strange. Normally at this time her sister would have pounced on Hermione with bared teeth and claws, but now she was frowning, as if she hadn't seen Hermione's previous behavior.
"I was thinking..." Daphne was about to say it subconsciously, but she quickly stopped and leaned over to Tom and whispered in his ear.
"☑..."
Tom looked at the nervous girl with a strange look. "To be precise... it should be evenly distributed. Trying to control it... is difficult, too difficult."
"Ah?" Daphne lowered her head in disappointment, staring at her toes.
Astoria's face flushed instantly. She understood what her sister was asking and quickly pulled her sister back to the villa.
The effect of the diet pills was far greater than Tom had imagined. The next day, Mrs. Greengrass came and talked for a long time without getting to the point. Tom looked puzzled and thought that she was afraid that he would "bully" the two sisters, so she came to watch.
It was not until the awkward conversation could no longer continue that Mrs. Greengrass finally spoke out her request with difficulty—she also came to ask for medicine.
0...Please give me flowers...
Tom agreed with a smile and remained silent all night.
The next day, Mrs. Greengrass came again, and brought someone with her - Amelia Bones.
After Tom and the two of them sat down, Bones joked, "Mr. Riddle, I remember that Hogwarts can't leave the school during the Easter holidays. Have the rules changed?"
Tom shrugged. "The Department of Law Enforcement has now extended its reach to Hogwarts?"
Bones smiled bitterly: "I don't have the courage."
Um?
Tom's eyebrows slowly raised, and he heard the hidden meaning: "I thought you had a good relationship with Dumbledore."
"Justice and personal relationships can't be mixed up." Bones shook his head slightly. "Hogwarts... its status is too transcendent. The Ministry of Magic has always wanted to know more about the school, but it's a pity that he is the headmaster."
Hogwarts has a transcendent status, but it has never been as transcendent as it is now. Not everyone can be as dominant as Dumbledore, and there are also headmasters with mediocre abilities.
Don't you think so, Phineas?
"Alright." Mrs. Greengrass interrupted the somewhat sensitive topic. "Amelia also came to you to get medicine. Her salary is not low. Tom, you can name your price.
Bones lowered her head in embarrassment. Her external image had always been that of a meticulous and strong woman, but if she told others that someone came to her door begging for diet pills, it would probably make many people drop their jaws.
Tom didn't tease her. To say something sarcastic now would only make her more embarrassed and risk anger. He didn't pretend to be generous and say it was free. He just gave her a price of ten Galleons per bottle.
Bones was so happy that he ordered twenty bottles directly, and then brought Tom another good news.
"Regarding your First Class Order of Merlin, it's almost certain to win. More than half of the people agree, and quite a few of the remaining people are inclined to agree as well.
"Only a very small number of people use your age as an excuse, thinking they should delay the awarding, even if it's not too late to wait until graduation."
A fierce look flashed in the boy's eyes, but Tom concealed it well, and neither Bones nor Greengrass noticed.
"It seems the wizarding world still has quite a few conservative old-fashioned people." Tom said jokingly, "Which senior objected?"
Bones - embarrassed: "Tom..."
"I'm not seeking revenge. Am I such a stingy person?" Tom smiled and shook his head. "I just wanted to give them some Galleons so they could buy some supplements. After all, that's what Blake did back then, right?"
"These old-timers won't be swayed by money," Bones said.
"Leave the money delivery to me."
Mrs. Greengrass took a sip of her tea elegantly. "Just give it to the Ministry of Magic. It's just the finishing touch. There won't be any problem donating now."
She had previously disagreed with Tom donating directly because she had no reason to do so, and Tom was too young. Even if he gave money, the Ministry of Magic would not dare to treat the people as fools. Now the situation was different.
At the same time, it is not excessive to award a first-class medal for saving the future of the wizarding world from the mouth of the basilisk.
"Thank you very much." Tom winked at Mrs. Greengrass.
After chatting for a while, Bones had to go back to the ministry to work, but Mrs. Greengrass found an excuse to stay and asked:
"Is there anything you can't say in front of Bones?"
Tom rubbed his hands shyly and said, "Auntie, who are the people who raised objections? Please tell me their names, and it would be better if you could give me a copy of the family tree as well."
Mrs. Greengrass:
Is this what you mean by not holding grudges?
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Chapter 237: Ariana's Transformation, Tom Opens the Family Tree
This little guy is so narrow-minded.
Mrs. Greengrass was suspicious, but she still named the people who objected most strongly.
Parkinson, Travers, Bathilda Bagshot.
After seeing Mrs. Greengrass off, Tom silently recited these three names.
You're using age as an excuse, you weed? Well, I'll leave only the elderly in your family, and I'll make them extinct!
This kind of punishment is definitely more terrible than killing them. The importance that families in the magical world place on inheritance is comparable to that in ancient East Daxia.
For the sake of her children, Narcissa even dared to betray Voldemort. For the sake of little Barty, Barty Crouch, who had adhered to principles all his life, chose to break the law. For the sake of inheritance, the Greengrass family endured torture for a thousand years.
As long as these families are wiped out, the surviving elderly people will definitely live a life worse than death, and live in despair and pain every day.
Then we can give them some elixirs of immortality so that these old people can better experience the benefits of living a long life.
"Old Ge!"
Entering the study space, Tom pulled Grindelwald in aggressively.
"Hit by the Exploding Curse?" Grindelwald looked at Tom with a frown in confusion, feeling completely bewildered.
"Bathilda Bagshot was your great-aunt, I believe?" Tom looked at him with a vacant look.
Grindelwald nodded. "Yes, that old woman is my great-aunt. Calculating her age, she's already 180 years old. She's been acting weird for a long time. Did she offend you?"
Tom told the story again, and Grindelwald laughed out loud.
Just then, Ariana heard the noise and came over. Grindelwald turned around and said to Ariana, "See, Ariana, this world has long been rotten.
Old fogies like my great aunt hold the final say, and they are determined to keep the wizarding world in a stagnant state."
"Fear of change will only lead to stagnation. The magic world cannot be reborn without changes. This is what I wanted to do with your brother back then, but unfortunately we ended up on opposite sides.
Ariana was silent. She had met Bathilda Bagshot before. They both lived in Godric Valley. She remembered her as a very kind old lady, but every time she appeared, she would lecture people for a long time in a teaching tone.
She thought about how her father was imprisoned in Azkaban and died of illness a few years later.
What did he do wrong?
Is it a crime to avenge my daughter?
Grindelwald was right...the world is rotten and disappointing.
Mo Mo Ran took advantage of Ariana's turbulent mood to appear, but Tom did not intervene. He just watched quietly. The girl was silent for two minutes, and the black floating substance was pressed back into her body again.
Ariana smiled brightly at Tom: "Then just kill them all."
Grindelwald also smiled, with the satisfaction of an old father seeing his daughter grow up.
"This is what I think..." Tom repeated his method of revenge, and Ariana nodded repeatedly.
"This idea is better than mine. Tom is really clever."
Grindelwald laughed and shook his head: "Your trick works well against other people, but my great-aunt? She has no descendants.
Tom was stunned. He couldn't make a choice just like him?
But after a moment, he thought of another solution: "Aren't you her descendant, Nilu?"
Grindelwald: "...
"Tom, apart from a few people, who else knows about my relationship with her? Will she care about me?" Grindelwald was speechless. This guy is really a scoundrel. He even wants to pit his own people for revenge.
You deserve to be in the Serpent Court. No, you've even lowered the moral standards of the ministry!
"The only way is... to attack her academically." Tom was now filled with malicious intent: "Her life's achievement is compiling 'A History of Magic'. If I can discredit this book, I can make her mad enough to make her wish she were dead."
Grindelwald couldn't bear to listen anymore and turned into the meditation room.
After all, Bathilda Bagshot was his great-aunt. She was just thinking about how to play a trick on her in front of him and didn't take him seriously at all.
Tom did not choose to retaliate immediately. This was not his current focus. It would not be too late to settle accounts after he got the Order of Merlin.
Apart from harassing Uncle Newt every day to ask about the progress of the Iron Eater, he basically spends the rest of his time studying flesh and blood magic [finding time to brew some potions and make the equipment Bones needs].
Bones wanted the top-notch protective necklace this time, so it was quite troublesome to make. Fortunately, Daphne, who was taking diet pills, took her sister and Hermione to eat and drink in London all day, saving him a lot of trouble.
Finally, on the last day, before Bones came to pick up the goods, Tom had almost prepared everything.
"Thank you for your hard work, Tom." Seeing the boy's tired face, Bones said apologetically.
"Nothing." Tom shook his head. "I went to bed late last night because of other things."
Last night, I was telling Gabrielle a story via video. The little girl didn't fall asleep until around 3 o'clock. Just when I was about to take a nap, Grindelwald made new progress and rushed to Nurmengard overnight.
Accompanied Grindelwald in an experiment and helped an experimenter fuse the blood of the fire dragon.
The effect was quite good. The subjects did not experience any rejection reaction, and the fusion was very complete. Their magic power and physical fitness were greatly improved.
But it's much worse than Tom.
Although he bathed in dragon blood, the dragon blood that he truly merged with was not the blood of the fire dragon that was slain, but the bloodline bestowed by the Twelve Trials, which was purer than the real pure-blooded fire dragon today.
Just like the bloodline of the Thunderbird, after fusion it surpasses the Thunderbird King.
If the experimental effect of this time is rated as five points, there is still room for improvement of five points.
It will definitely be stronger after the perfect fusion. Grindelwald asked Tom for a lot of basilisk flesh and blood materials for refining.
Maybe he won't get the Death Perception Eyes and Snake Blade's deadly venom, but after seeing Tom's Death Perception Eyes performance, Grindelwald said who needs this broken thing, he has a lot of spells to bully weaklings, and any one of them can destroy the world.
If you don't believe me, go ask Paris.
What he needed was the basilisk's longevity, not only for himself but also for those old friends.
"Huh?"
Bones noticed the change in the guardian necklace. "Is this symbol... a family crest?"
Tom suppressed a yawn and nodded with a smile. "Well, Mr. Nico designed it for me. It can be considered a trademark, so I don't have to worry about people bringing counterfeit or inferior products to me in the future."
Bones agreed: "You really need a logo. As you have more and more products, this logo will represent your high quality."
The family crest is a symbol of family bloodline and honor. Logically speaking, Tom is a child and an orphan at that, so he has no right to use the family crest.
Only families with family crests have been passed down for several generations and their ancestors were once wealthy. Even among the twenty-eight pure-blood families, no more than half have family crests.
But with Nicolas Flamel's endorsement, and Tom himself being a genius of uncanny quality, he was now fully qualified to design his own family crest.
This is the case where the family tree is published separately.
From now on, when talking about Riddle, Tom is the ancestor.
Bones chatted for a few minutes and then said goodbye. Tom went upstairs to take a nap and woke up in the afternoon.
"Should we go back?" Hermione walked into the boy's bedroom with afternoon tea and asked nervously, "The headmaster won't punish us, right?"
"No, Dumbledore is very reasonable." Tom finished his milk and ate two pieces of tiramisu before jumping out of bed.
"Let Daphne start packing. We'll go back when you're ready."
Hermione responded and went out to call for help.
Half an hour later, the girls packed their luggage...
"Usaqi, Fox! It's time for us to go!" Tom shouted towards the back garden, and a dragon and a phoenix quickly flew in.
Usagi flew into Tom's pocket, and Gex landed on his shoulder.
"Just take us outside the principal's office, please."
Tom held Hermione's hand with his left hand and Daphne's with his right hand, and the two of them held Astoria's hand, forming a circle.
Even Phoenix would have a hard time carrying four people to teleport remotely, so Tom had been providing Fox with good food and drink these days, and had even brought out all kinds of rare herbs.
It was visible to the naked eye that Fox had also grown in size.
He was just trying to be lazy. Due to the limitations of the counter-spell, he could only Apparate to the depths of the Forbidden Forest or Hogsmeade, and then sneak into the castle. The round trip wasted a lot of time.
As a result, this laziness caused problems.
After a dizzying spin, they landed at the door of the principal's office. Before the girls could recover from their dizziness, the gargoyles had already jumped away.
Tom raised his eyebrows, thinking that this was to make way for him, and immediately explained: "I'm not going to look for Dumbledore."
"Hmm..." The gargoyle blinked. "What if Dumbledore comes looking for you?"
"What?"
Tom didn't need the gargoyles to reply; he saw Dumbledore come out of the doorway with his head lowered.
Tom:
Dumbledore:
The two looked at each other in silence.
Tom wanted to curse.
Does it have to be such a coincidence?
I sneaked out of school for vacation and the first thing I saw was the principal. How could I fool him?
Waiting online, very urgent.
Dumbledore looked at Fawkes, who was still standing listlessly on Tom's shoulder, with a complicated look in his eyes.
As soon as the holiday came, the bird disappeared. In the past few days, he had to Apparate himself every time he went out, which made Dumbledore feel uncomfortable.
Finally, Tom broke the silence and said flatteringly: "Principal, I haven't seen you for a few days. You look much more energetic and your beard is more beautiful.
Dumbledore smiled and nodded. "Mr. Riddle, your face is also rosy. It seems that you have a good holiday?"
"I'm fine. I recently succeeded in researching a potion, so I'm in a better mood and naturally seem to be in better spirits."
"That's 5.4, congratulations." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Go back and rest first. Please come to the Great Hall on time later. I have something to announce.
Tom nodded. "Then I'll be leaving, Professor."
After saying that, he pulled the girls, who were already frightened and dared not speak, towards the stairs.
"Ahem, Fox, aren't you coming back yet?"
Seeing that Fox was still trying to follow Tom, Dumbledore finally lost his patience and warned him.
Fox then flew over reluctantly.
After going down two flights of stairs, Hermione could no longer support herself and collapsed into Tom's arms. She said in fear, "Merlin... we skipped school and the headmaster found out. It's over, it's all over.
"Don't worry." Daphne puffed out her chest. "Mom is a school trustee. Dumbledore won't expel us. At most, he'll deduct some points."
Tom quickly covered her mouth.
Didn't you see that Hermione's eyes were red? If you continue to comfort her, she would really cry.
If you still have to coax him when the time comes, it will only cause him trouble.
"Hermione, Dumbledore won't deduct points," Tom said softly, "He clearly saw that we had just returned from outside the school, but he didn't say anything. This proves that the headmaster has swept this matter under the rug and won't mention it again."
"Don't scare yourself."
After hearing Tom's words and thinking back on Dumbledore's behavior just now, Hermione felt much better.
Chapter 238: Tears Turned Into Truth Serum, And He Was Almost Killed by Malfoy
After sending the little witches back to the lounge, Tom went to Hagrid's cabin to receive the goods.
Hagrid took out all the results of this week, including the mutant venom collected from the corpses of five eight-eyed giant spiders, and half a bucket of ordinary venom.
Tom frowned slightly. "Why is the amount of regular venom so much less this week?"
The barrels he provided to Hagrid were not big and could only hold about 200 ounces at most. In the past, he would receive two-thirds of the goods every week, but this time he received less than half of them.
"I was just trying to tell you that," Hagrid said, looking troubled. "The corpses of the Acromantulas are vital nutrients for their growth. Now that you've taken them all, they can only expand outward and attack other magical creatures."
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Tom immediately became excited: "A fight? There must be more bodies, right?"
Living Satan
Hagrid was choked by Tom's reaction. He couldn't even come up with the words he had finally thought of. He had no choice but to state his purpose: "Tom, the Acromantula cannot expand and threaten other neighbors. This is the bottom line that Dumbledore promised them in the Forbidden Forest."
"If their food problem isn't solved, it won't be long before the entire community falls into decline."
"So I also have to help them find new food sources?" Tom asked.
Hagrid smiled innocently and said nothing.
"This isn't right…"
Tom rubbed his chin in thought.
Aragog hasn't even given him any money yet, and he's already asked to help raise the child. But if he doesn't, he'll be the one who suffers.
"Hagrid, you don't usually take care of Aragog and his children, do you? What do they usually eat?"
"Insects, birds, and all sorts of magical beasts that can be defeated," Hagrid said. "But Aragog will control the population, so that it doesn't exceed a certain range and affect the ecological balance of the Forbidden Forest."
Tom asked a few more questions and helped the Acromantula find food.
There was no shortage of pigs, cows, and sheep, but the most important thing was animals with magical powers.
In the end, he found a substitute for them - goblins and ghouls.
These two types of parasites were not lacking in wizarding families, and they bred quickly, so there was no need to worry about the cost.
Seeing Tom agreed, Hagrid was relieved. Aragog and his children had lost a lot of weight recently, which made him feel distressed.
"Hagrid, I heard that you and Harry's parents are good friends." Tom asked casually, trying to shift the blame.
For some things, he must have an open source of information for himself, so that things will go smoothly later.
Hagrid was taken aback for a moment, but soon gave up his nostalgic look.
"James and Lily? Of course, they are my best friends. James is very good, and Lily is kind and good, and can control James. They were both student union presidents at the time.
The boy tapped his fingers lightly on the table. "But why did I hear Professor Snape say that James Potter is a jerk and a bully?"
The smile on Hagrid's face faltered in the moment of reminiscence. Of course, his memories were all embellishments of his friends, but Tom, who didn't understand romance, brought him back to reality. Song Neng said truthfully:
"Well... James did have some problems when he was young. He also had a friend named Black. The two of them and two of their friends were rampant in the school. You don't know that they were even more difficult to deal with than Fred and George back then, but they were different in some ways."
"The twins weren't as annoying as they were. I really hated them at the time, but luckily Lily got them under control and everyone got better. Later, James became a hero."
He fought... fought You-Know-Who three times."
As she spoke, Hagrid began to sob: "But damn Black actually...actually betrayed James?"
"Oh?" Tom leaned forward, looking interested. "Betrayal? What's going on?"
"I can't...can't tell you, but you don't know..."
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Tears became a truth serum. Hagrid, who had clearly said he wouldn't tell Tom, spilled the beans. Well, he was still a little reserved. "He didn't tell me about Lupin's werewolf identity.
However, the relationship between the several plunderers and the grudge between them and Snape were also explained very clearly, and Tom felt a little sympathy for his headmaster after hearing it.
It is said that Snape joined the Death Eaters organization in school during his school days. This is true. He was very close to Lucius Malfoy and his group, but Snape's status was very low at that time because he was a half-blood.
So every time a conflict broke out with James Potter, the Slytherin students were just watching the joke, feeling that two fists were no match for four hands.
Snape's status was later elevated because he became a spy and his potion skills caught the attention of Voldemort.
It was already dark when Tom left Hagrid's cabin, so he went straight to the auditorium.
What Dumbledore was going to say was probably related to the two schools that were coming.
"Tom, you're finally back!"
Malfoy, who had just arrived at the hall, saw the figure he had been thinking about day and night. He immediately abandoned his two followers and ran to sit next to Tom.
"You looking for me?" Tom looked at Malfoy puzzledly.
"I've been asking you for a holiday." Malfoy said anxiously with a bitter face: "Tom, what on earth did you write in the notebook for Pott? He almost beat me to death."
"Can you give me one too? Can you bear to see me lose to a Gryffindor? And a fool like that, too."
Malfoy took out an exquisite box that he had been carrying with him these days. After opening it, the flowing light instantly attracted the attention of the nearby Slytherin girls, and their eyes lit up.
Inside the box is an exquisite princess crown inlaid with a large number of gems. It reflects colorful rainbow light under the refraction of light, which immediately captures the hearts of all girls.
"Draco, this...is this for me?" Pansy Parkinson cupped her hands over her heart with emotion.
"Go to hell."
Malfoy impatiently pushed Parkinson aside, and then put on a flattering smile: "Tom, this gift is specially prepared for you. Are you satisfied?"
Malfoy was a bit clever, and after thinking for a long time he realized that he had no idea what Tom's hobbies were.
So I decided to start with the people around Tom. Everyone in Slytherin saw how Tom treated Daphne, so as long as Daphne was satisfied,
Are you afraid Tom won't agree?
So although he was clearly asking Tom, Malfoy was secretly glancing at Daphne's reaction.
Seeing that her eyes were shining like the other girls, I immediately felt relieved and felt that today was mostly stable.
But Tom's face changed.
He could see through Malfoy's plan at a glance, and he didn't feel disgusted, which just showed that he really put a lot of thought into choosing the gift.
But...what the hell do you mean by giving one?
What about Hermione? What about Astoria?
Next year when Fleur comes to Hogwarts, and Daphne shows off to her again, won't I be furious?
His fingers trembled slightly, and the soundproofing spell immediately surrounded him and Malfoy. Others could only see their mouths moving but could not hear what they said.
"Draco, this is a nice piece. Where did you buy it? I want... four, no, five, but not the same piece of jewelry. Do you understand?"
Tom saw it clearly just now. This is a pure decoration. It has no other use except for looking good. It can be easily made with the copying spell and the transformation spell, but giving identical jewelry is worse than not giving it at all. It is obviously a lack of care.
That's why he asked Malfoy to look for different products of the same brand.
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Malfoy was dumbfounded. "One isn't enough. Daphne has such a big appetite?"
"This is a very complicated matter. You won't understand even if I tell you." Tom waved his hand: "Take this back first. When you have five, give them to me. I'll give you a copy of Harry's notebook first, and then I'll give you the advanced version when you deliver the goods later.
"Tell me, do you want to f**k Potter?"
"Yes!" Malfoy stood at attention when Harry was mentioned, and promised excitedly: "I'll ask my mother to buy a few more when I get home, and I guarantee that each one is a top quality product.
"So it was your mother who picked it out." Tom suddenly realized.
He said that Malfoy only had eyes for Harry, so how could he have such high aesthetic standards.
It wouldn't be surprising if it was Narcissa. Apart from anything else, at least the outfits of this family are very well-matched. When I saw Lucius before, he was dressed in standard old London style with the Union Jack.
Malfoy ran back to his dormitory excitedly to write a letter. Seeing him take the gift away, Daphne was furious:
"Who are you? Why did you take away all the gifts?"
"Tom, what's wrong with Malfoy? Didn't he say he would give you the princess's crown? Why did you change your mind now?"
In the little witch's opinion, this was basically a gift to her. Could it be that Tom brought it himself?
Huh?
You know what, she really wants to see it.
Tom said calmly: "I found a flaw on the crown. Malfoy was very angry. I am going back to write a letter to the merchant and ask them to send a new one to me in a few days.
Daphne suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. Then you should ask him to hurry up."
"no problem."
Tom felt that he should go to the Muggle world to find some good jewelry designers and design a batch of exquisite jewelry so that he would not have to worry about what to give as gifts in the future.
Before long, the auditorium was filled with students and all the professors were present.
Tom noticed that Snape had lost a lot of weight and had dark circles around his eyes. He didn't know what he had done during the holiday, and he looked exhausted.
Feeling someone was looking at him, Snape looked up and saw that it was Tom, and glared at him fiercely.
He's been helping Tom research... researching that disgusting potion this holiday, and hasn't slept for several days. If it weren't for this kid, how would he have so much extra work?
Tom was so confused by the stare that he didn't know what was wrong with him.
At the Gryffindor long table, Harry's mouth curled up while he ate. He was having a great time this holiday, as he could beat up Malfoy every other day.
The notes Tom gave him were like a cheating tool. Not only did they record many practical little spells, but they also provided methods for mastering them faster. He gained something new every day.
Especially the Fuchsia spell, this magic can actually ignore the Shield Charm, instantly eliminating Malfoy's biggest advantage over him.
This holiday, he was able to pay back all the anger he had suffered from Malfoy.
Unfortunately, after school started, they couldn't duel so frequently anymore, which made Harry, who was addicted, feel regretful.
After a while, the dinner plates became empty and no one stood up to leave. Everyone was informed in advance that Dumbledore had something to announce.
Under everyone's gaze, Dumbledore stood up and got straight to the point:
"Please take note, Ilvermorny and Castrobusher's friends will arrive at Hogwarts in two days."
So fast?
The students looked at each other in bewilderment. They had never expected that they would be here right after the holiday.