Chapter 249: Approaching the Root, Becoming the Root, And the Good Sister Who Drugged Her Brother
"Mr. Riddle.
Seeing the boy appear, Isabella immediately came up to him with a smile on her face.
Tom didn't waste any time and took out the frozen basilisk flesh and blood.
Five hundred kilograms sounds like a huge amount, but if you cut off the head and tail of the entire basilisk, minus the weight of its internal organs and bones, the remaining part is more than fifteen tons, which is less than 3% of the total weight here.
And...even if it is 500 kilograms, it is not real. It is water-injected, which he is best at. At most, it is close to 400 kilograms, and it is not visible.
However, Isabella and Alessio had no intention of checking. After Isabella confirmed that it was the flesh and blood of a basilisk, she put it away with a happy look on her face, and then took out a notebook and handed it to Tom.
"Mr. Riddle, this contains all the information on Druid Transfiguration and Potions. The materials you need will take some time to be delivered from Castellobus, but I promise you will receive them before we leave."
"You can always ask me if you encounter any problems during the learning process."
Isabella even kindly advised, "I suggest you start with the simplest, regular teams. Cattle and sheep are the best practice subjects. Magical creatures can be very dangerous, so be careful."
"Thank you for your reminder. I will be careful." Tom nodded and did not reject Isabella's kindness.
The transaction was completed smoothly. Tom left the observatory and went to the Room of Requirement, where he opened his notes and began to read them.
After reading it from beginning to end, he roughly understood the principle of Druid Transfiguration.
With the flesh and blood of the target creature as the core, a magic potion is made and taken, which makes one's own blood boil. Under the protection of the emerald vine, the transformation is successfully completed.
The biggest difference from Animagus is that it can transform into magical creatures. The duration of this transformation depends on the quality and quantity of the flesh and blood essence, the quality of the potion, and the proficiency of Transfiguration.
The longest transformation will basically not exceed fifteen minutes, and continuous transformation is not allowed, otherwise there will be irreversible consequences and you will completely turn into... a beast.
Tom projected another copy into the study space for Grindelwald to check.
This thing has many similarities with Slytherin's blood fusion experiment, and it also gave Tom a lot of new insights.
The paths of magic are different but all lead to the same destination. Different means and methods all lead to the same goal—to approach the root and become the root.
Tom spent the entire weekend studying Castrobus's magical concepts, and in his free time he guided Ginny. He suspected that Ginny had a talent for curses and dark magic, and she mastered the Shadowless Divine Strike in two days, which even took him two hours.
Having learned the powerful and extremely concealed Shadowless Technique, Ginny wanted to cause trouble for Cassandra again, but was stopped by Tom. There was no need to keep chasing her.
Cassandra had been so shocked that she was unconscious.
According to Hermione, she had practically lived in the library for the past two days and even asked the professor for permission to enter the restricted section - a permission slip that did not limit the books and allowed her to read freely, which made Hermione very envious.
On Monday, a small but significant event caught the students' attention.
There are several terrifying photos on the front page of today's Daily Prophet. The wizards in the photos are struggling in pain, wailing silently, and growing sharp fangs.
The title is even more frightening: "New Werewolves? Wizards, Beware!"
Tom frowned and continued reading.
There was a sudden chaos in the magic world.
Wizards were attacked by vampires one after another.
This would not have attracted attention, but the vampires this time were a little special.
All the wizards who were attacked would show mutated characteristics and be extremely thirsty for blood.
When they could not control themselves, they would show the characteristics of vampires and would go completely crazy and attack the wizards around them.
It was like an infectious disease.
Wizards who were bitten by these wizards would also show similar normal symptoms, but they would be milder.
So far, more than fifteen victims have been sent to St. Mungo's for treatment. The Ministry of Magic has issued a warning that anyone encountering such incidents must flee quickly and report to the Ministry of Magic immediately.
Some of the younger Muggle-born wizards in the lower grades were a little confused.
"Aren't all vampires like this? What's so surprising about that?
"Don't be fooled by Muggle movies. In the wizarding world, the only ones who truly possess infectious abilities are werewolves. Anyone who is bitten or scratched by a werewolf's claws will transform into a werewolf. Vampires never have this ability."
"They are just a bunch of dark creatures that are not worthy of being on the stage. They can use some simple magic, but they are not qualified to use wands. They are similar to goblins and centaurs."
"So that's how it is." The confused students finally understood.
"Severus."
Dumbledore walked into the Great Hall and called Snape out, his face serious. "Did you read the newspaper this morning? St. Mungo's needs your help in developing a potion to combat this as quickly as possible."
"I understand." Snape nodded sullenly and strode out of the castle.
Tom also felt strange after reading the newspaper. He didn't remember such a strange guy appearing in the original book.
But this is the real world, anything can happen, Tom just wrote it down and didn't think much about it.
If that mutated vampire came to him, he wouldn't mind studying it.
No one noticed that after seeing the news, Frank in the guest seat seemed to be in a good mood.
When leaving the auditorium to go to class, Tom waited at the door of the auditorium, stopped Ginny and Luna, and took them to the corner.
"Don't put it off any longer." Tom reminded: "You don't want your brother to sleep with the same man every day, do you?"
"I'm not going to think of a solution." Ginny pouted unhappily, "Ronald has been leaving Scabbers in the dorm. I can't just rush into the boys' dorm to catch him, or it will definitely arouse suspicion.
"The gift Daphne is sending you will arrive this afternoon. It contains pet food for mice. You can use this excuse to trick it out." Tom gave an idea.
"Luna, what do you think?" Ginny looked at her friend.
Luna looked dazed, as if she hadn't heard Ginny's words at all, but Ginny knew that Luna was just thinking.
After a while, the girl's ethereal voice sounded.
"To catch a mouse, you need to use mouse bites. Give it medicine first. It's safer that way."
Tom: "???"
Please give his elf-like girl back to him. Luna has become evil and has come up with a method that he has not even thought of.
Ginny nodded excitedly, and looked at Tom with a hint of disdain, "Luna is still reliable. This method is much safer than yours."
"But..." the girl changed the subject, "It's not safe enough to just poison one rat. We might as well take down Harry and Ronald together, so they can't cause any trouble.
Tom was completely silent.
The future of the magical world is indeed promising.
Finally, at Ginny's urging, Tom agreed to give her the potions she needed before the afternoon class, potions that could bring down mice, wizards, and even elephants.
In the evening, in the Gryffindor common room.
The negative news of vampires attacking wizards did not make the young wizards lose their interest in playing. After dinner, most of them returned to the lounge to do their work - the most relaxing time of the day.
The same was true for Harry and Ronald, who were leisurely playing a small simulated Quidditch toy. Harry, who was dominating the field, was no match for Ronald and was already two hundred points behind.
The cooing of an owl interrupted Ronald's excitement. He turned around and saw Ginny holding a beautiful snow-white owl.
Ronald asked in confusion: "Ginny, whose owl is this? Why have I never seen it before?"
"Mine." Ginny smiled and touched the owl's big round face, holding it up so they could see it more clearly: "This is Freya, a purebred snowy owl.
Ronald was surprised and asked, "Where did you get the money to buy such an expensive owl?"
Owls are the most popular pets among wizards. Not only are they easy to keep, but they can also deliver messages. Ronald dreams of owning one, let alone this breed that looks very expensive.
"I didn't buy it." Ginny shook her head. "It was a gift from Daphne."
Daphne is a loyal young lady. Ginny helped Tom challenge Cassandra and severely dampened her spirit. In Daphne's eyes, she is her own family. She has been taking her to eat and drink delicious food these days, and even shared the evil version of the weight loss potion with Ginny.
If Tom and Daphne quarreled now, the little maid would definitely rebel and help Daphne without hesitation.
Ronald's tone turned sour after hearing this: "Are you being bought by the sugar-coated curse?"
"I also brought you some icing charms." Ginny picked up two beautifully wrapped boxes and placed them on the table. She lifted the lids, revealing one containing a cake and the other filled with snacks.
"The latest dessert from the Diagon Alley dessert shop, forget it."
"Eat." Ronald's eyes lit up. "It's a blessing not to take advantage of a bargain."
As he said this, he was about to reach out to grab the Cheetos in the snacks, but was stopped by Ginny with her wand.
"Wait a minute, in addition to the owl rations, the pet shop also gave away some new mouse rations. Bring Banban over so he can have a good meal too.
"Wait a minute, don't eat yet." Ronald didn't notice anything unusual. He took a reluctant look at her and ran into the dormitory, and quickly carried Banban out.
Ginny couldn't help but shudder.
In her eyes, Ronald was just hugging an old man in his thirties, which was really disgusting.
"Banban, eat more and save me some pocket money."
Ronald put the mouse on the table and started to eat it. Harry also cut a piece of cake and started to taste it.
Seeing that the two people and the mouse had started to work, Ginny smiled even more happily.
"Why don't you eat?" Ronald looked at her puzzled.
The girl shook her head, "I've already eaten. These are for you."
"It.."
Plop——!
Harry fell to the ground, feeling weak all over. He couldn't even open his mouth (amazing). He could only try to open his eyes and look at Ginny.
"Harry? Huh..."
Ronald followed suit, but Ginny was still nicer to her brother. She flicked her wand with a flick, and Ronald fell back and collapsed on the sofa.
"VR..."
They both now understood that it was Ginny who had put drugs in the food and cakes.
Scabbers on the table turned into a puddle of mud. Ginny grabbed his tail and stuffed him into a large glass bottle without any resistance.
Facing Ronald's incredulous gaze, Ginny whispered, "Ronald, you'll thank me when you know the truth in the future."
After saying that, she walked away with the bottle.
The noise of Harry falling did startle some people, but they just glanced at him and then looked away.
No one would have thought that Ginny would attack her own brother.
Their eyelids grew heavier, and they fell asleep peacefully within seconds.
On the other side, Ginny walked out of the portrait of Madam Pomfrey and threw the glass bottle to Tom.
"Easy to do!"
"Well done." Tom patted the girl's head and said, "Leave the rest to me."
"Can I come with you?" Although she felt disgusted with Peter Pettigrew, she also wanted to know what had happened that would allow him to fake his death and escape, hiding in the Weasley family in the form of a mouse for more than ten years.
Tom smiled and shook his head. "My interrogation was a bit bloody and violent, not suitable for you to watch."
"Okay." The girl was a little disappointed, but she nodded and agreed, watching Tom leave the Gryffindor Tower.
Chapter 250: Snape Was Almost p****d Off, And Peter Pettigrew Drank Truth Serum as If It Were Water
With the sleeping Banban, Tom entered his small world.
The magic potion he prepared was very simple, just Ma Fei Powder and some Life and Death Water. However, the quality of the Life and Death Water was a bit good, so the awakening process was a bit troublesome.
In order to save time, Tom chose the simplest way.
"Crucio."
The hairless mouse began to twitch unconsciously and woke up after about thirty seconds, but Tom did not stop and continued to increase the force.
After another ten seconds, Banban finally couldn't hold on anymore.
His body swelled and twisted, and finally turned into a short, fat, bald, sloppy middle-aged man.
When you see this man, you will understand the true meaning of the word obscene, and you will also think it is unbelievable that his Animagus is not a mouse.
"Stop... stop..."
Scabbers...now it should be Peter Pettigrew who screamed and wailed, begging Tom to stop. After several vines climbed up his body and tied him tightly, the arc of the Cruciatus Curse disappeared.
Tom summoned a plate of cookies and a pitcher of milk and ate them slowly, giving Peter Pettigrew ample time to recover.
He had almost finished eating, and Peter Pettigrew had also recovered from the excruciating pain that had penetrated his soul.
He raised his wretched face and gave Tom a flattering smile, his voice sharp and thin: "Tom...
I'm not a bad person.
My name is Peter Pettigrew, and I'm a recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class."
"Oh?" Tom put down his glass of milk. "Sounds like a hero. Then why did he turn into a mouse and hide in Hogwarts?"
"Because I have a very terrifying enemy..." Peter Pettigrew's face was filled with fear. "His name is Black. He is... the Dark Lord's most ruthless minion. He was the one who killed my friend James."
"Hagrid told me a lot of things." Tom also cooperated: "I know Black, he has been imprisoned in Azkaban, and he may have died at the hands of the Dementors.
So why are you hiding? You can just come out and be treated like a hero."
Peter Pettigrew looked embarrassed. "Black has been captured, but there are still some Death Eaters who have escaped.
For safety, I had no choice but to transform into a rat to avoid their pursuit.
Child, you don't understand the terror of the Dark Lord and his minions." 407 "Why do I just not believe it?"
Tom tilted his head. "Let's hand you over to Professor Snape and let him make the judgment."
Peter appeared to be uncomfortable with being mistrusted, but in fact he was ecstatic inside.
Snape knew that they were colleagues and partners.
Snape leaked the prophecy to Voldemort, and he provided the address as an undercover agent. The two of them worked together perfectly, but the boss was not strong enough and could not even kill a child.
"Well, kid, since you insist." Peter Pettigrew's eyes rolled. "My appearance in the castle like this could easily cause panic. Kid, how about giving me the antidote first so I can regain my mobility?"
Even now, his body was still weak and his voice was trembling, let alone performing the Animagus transformation.
"Don't bother." Tom smiled and pointed his wand at him. "I'll help you."
A flash of light passed by, and Peter Pettigrew's eyes rolled back and he fainted, turning into the image of a lost mouse again.
This is not an Animagus, but a transformation magic that Tom forced upon him.
Putting him back into the glass bottle, Tom left his small world, walked out of the Slytherin common room and came to Snape's office, where he knocked without any hesitation.
It wasn't long before Snape's angry voice could be heard from inside the room.
"Whatever you have to say, let's talk about it tomorrow!"
"Now I need to rest."
Very good, in.
Ignoring the roar in the room, Tom directly turned the door of the office. The door was locked, and he accidentally used too much force and turned the door lock together.
Snape rushed out of the dormitory even more angrily when he heard the sound of the door being forced open, holding his wand, and happened to meet Tom's eyes as he was holding the door handle.
:"...."
This is embarrassing, he clearly came here to offer warmth.
"Hanging Bell!" Snape finally couldn't help himself and recited the spell through gritted teeth.
Invisible magic power surged on Tom's body, only slightly lifting the corner of his clothes, and then completely dissipated.
"I haven't eaten yet!" Tom blurted out involuntarily.
"Riddle! Are you looking for death?"
Snape's robes fluttered, his magic was fully mobilized, and he was obviously really angry.
"No, no, no." Tom shook his head. "Professor, I lost control and said something I'm used to. Calm down first. I have something important to discuss with you."
"Didn't you hear me just now?" Snape's face was as dark as a crow. "I said we can talk about it tomorrow no matter what!"
"No, this is very important."
Tom's expression was serious, and Snape was also frightened. He stuck his head out to look outside the office and closed the door.
"Stop talking nonsense. What's going on?"
"actually..."
Snape felt something was wrong and took a few steps back cautiously, holding onto the desk.
Because a shy smile appeared on the boy's face again.
Having known Tom for almost two years, Snape knew very well that whenever Tom showed this expression, his blood pressure would rise.
"Actually..." Tom ignored Snape's guard and looked around the office, which was almost empty of valuable materials. "Your collection was sold for nothing at the first-year Halloween dinner. It was me who did it."
"So it was you..." Snape came to his senses mid-sentence, his eyes piercing Tom like knives, and he blurted out word by word: "You did it? Not Quirrell?"
"Not Quirrell." Tom looked at him like he was an idiot. "His attention was focused on the end of the corridor on the fourth floor. How could he have bothered you?"
"I should have thought of this earlier..." Snape's lips trembled with anger. "The dragon's heart, the sphinx's eye... most of the ingredients in the strengthening potion match what I lost..."
Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Snape really has some skills. He has analyzed many of the ingredients of the strengthening potion.
"Riddle, do you really think I can't hold a wand anymore?" Snape said darkly, "You did something so shameful and you still dare to show off to me."
"I'm not showing off, I'm here to apologize," Tom said sincerely. "Back then, as a newbie to the wizarding world, I stumbled upon a precious potion formula, but none of the ingredients were within my reach. Fortunately, you provided the initial funding..."
"You call that a sponsorship?" Snape laughed in anger. "If you wanted to apologize, you should have come a long time ago. Why did you wait until now?" "Do you want to p**s me off so you can become the headmaster?"
Tom was startled.
This was a path he had never imagined.
"Then I should delay it until seventh year..." the boy muttered quietly, but with the door closed and the two of them alone, Snape could hear it clearly.
"God's sword is invisible!"
"It vanished into thin air!"
The two of them exchanged blows quickly, and the invisible magic blade turned into a breeze that brushed across Snape's cheek, and his expression gradually became complicated.
Tom is still Tom, fond of pursuing flashy solutions, but he is no longer qualified to point fingers.
Even if it's flashy and impractical, it can easily deal with his attack.
"Headmaster, why are you so grumpy?" Tom said helplessly, "You're not like a Slytherin at all, but more like those brainless Gryffindors.
"I will convey your assessment to Granger." Snape regained some of his composure and sneered.
"No need." Tom waved his hand. "I've said this more than once, and Hermione agrees."
"Dean, the reason I didn't come to confess to you was because I didn't have a suitable apology gift, but today I finally found one.
"What apology gift?" Snape asked with a frown.
"Come with me, and we'll talk it out in the headmaster's office so I don't have to explain it all to Dumbledore again."
Tom finished speaking and left the office on his own. Snape's curiosity was completely piqued.
He wanted to know where Tom got the confidence to let a gift go to avoid pursuing his zero-dollar purchase.
It's better to go to Dumbledore, at least his safety is guaranteed.
The two of them walked upstairs, one in front and one behind.
The students who were wandering around the castle before returning to the common room were in bad luck. Snape had a sullen face the whole way, venting all his frustration and anger of the day and killing everyone around him.
When the two of them reached the eighth floor, he had at least several dozen points deducted from his scores, from all colleges.
Tom slowed down his pace and walked side by side with Snape. "By the way, it seems you weren't in school at all today. Didn't even attend classes?"
Snape said expressionlessly, "He went to St. Mungo's."
Tom also guessed the reason why he went to St. Mungo's: "For those patients infected by mutant vampires?"
"Um."
"Have you found a solution?"
"I'm studying Potions, not Hallucinogens. How can it be so fast?" Snape said irritably. This was one of the reasons why he was in a bad mood today. He had been busy for a long time and had gained nothing. He would have to go there often in the future.
The gargoyle saw Tom wave his hand and jumped out of the way. But as Tom passed by him, he whispered, "Riddle, let this troublesome guy go first. I need to talk to you."
Snape:
Even the stone statue despised him?
Tom smiled and nodded, then walked up the spiral staircase.
In the office, Dumbledore was also worried about the mutated vampires. He looked through many ancient books, but there was no record of similar things.
Not only are the wounded in the hospital in urgent need of medical treatment, but the more critical issue is the source of the infection, where is the vampire, and are there any other vampires of the same kind?
Dumbledore, who was lost in thought, looked up in confusion after the gargoyle opened the door. He waved his hand gently, and the oak door opened automatically. Snape and Tom just arrived at the door and were about to knock.
"Principal." Tom greeted with a smile.
"It's rare for you two to appear together." Dumbledore smiled and nodded, motioning for them to sit down before saying, "Every time I see Mr. Riddle here, something big is going to happen. I hope this is good news, something that will put the old man's heart at ease."
"It should be good news." Tom took out the glass bottle and poured out the mouse under the puzzled gazes of Dumbledore and Snape.
"This is..."
Tom took out his wand and flicked it, and Scabbers instantly turned into Peter Pettigrew.
Snape stood up from the sofa, his face full of shock. Dumbledore also leaned forward. "Peter?"
"Riddle, what's going on?" Snape asked, turning sharply.
Tom repeated the words Peter Pettigrew had used against him. Snape and Dumbledore exchanged glances, each seeing a deep suspicion in the other's eyes.
"Tom, do you believe it?" Dumbledore asked.
Tom shook his head. "I happened to hear Hagrid mention the feud between Professor Snape and... the Marauders."
Snape clenched his fists, a small flame flickered in his eyes. That experience was not a pleasant one.
The young man grinned and continued: "To
Whether what Peter Pettigrew said is true or not, I leave it to you to judge. I handed him over to Professor Snape just to apologize. Professor, is this all over now? "
Snape ignored him and said in a deep voice, "Dumbledore, this is not normal. I need some unconventional means.
Dumbledore paused for a moment. "Then use Veritaserum, Snape. You should have some in stock, right?"
"I have them with me, Riddle. Wake him up." Snape stared at Peter intently.
Tom lightly tapped his wand, and a ball of light flew out from the tip of the wand and landed on Peter's forehead, making Dumbledore's eyelids twitch.
This is not a simple spell to make you fall asleep, but a variation of the Imperius Curse, which directly absorbs mental energy and will never let you wake up unless it is released.
Is it really necessary to be so cautious?
"Ahem..." Old Dumbledore coughed twice to hide his inner speechlessness. "Just be patient. With just three drops of Veritaserum, we'll know what happened to Peter over the years..."
Before Dumbledore could finish his words, Peter Pettigrew had already opened his eyes in confusion. Snape strode forward, holding a small bottle in his hand, and roughly poured out all the liquid inside.
All of it was poured into his mouth.
Tom tilted his head and looked at Old Dumbledore: "Two or three drops?"
Dumbledore:
Chapter 251 Dumbledore: You Are Also Lily's Murderer! The Request of the Gargoyles
A bottle of truth serum is worth a lot of money.
Tom felt a little sad about Snape's wasteful behavior. If the leftovers were given to him, who knew how many people would be persuaded.
However, too much also has many benefits. After drinking this bottle, Peter Pettigrew not only felt full, but the medicine also took effect quickly.
His originally dizzy eyes became blurred, and his wretched face took on an abnormal blush.
Dumbledore stood up from his seat, walked to Peter Pettigrew, waved his hand in front of him and asked, "Peter, long time no see, who am I?"
Peter Pettigrew raised his head mechanically, his body shaking rapidly and uncontrollably, "Dumbledore..."
"Very well, and who is he?" Dumbledore pointed at Snake again.
"Snape..."
Dumbledore was testing the effectiveness of the truth serum, but Tom was amazed by what he saw.
Dumbledore's reputation isn't that good either. Even if he's under the control of Veritaserum, Dwarf Peter still instinctively feels fear when he mentions him.
"You must answer the questions I ask later in detail." Dumbledore said sternly.
Peter Pettigrew nodded dully.
"What happened between you and Sirius? Why didn't you die? Why did you turn into a rat and hide in the Weasleys' house?"
Peter Pettigrew answered honestly, "Sirius didn't kill me. It was all a fabrication. I used the magic taught by the Dark Lord to blow up half the street at the cost of a finger bone, and took advantage of the chaos to escape by transforming into a rat."
"I was afraid that those people would hunt me down because of the Dark Lord's disappearance, but I didn't want to leave the wizarding world completely, so I chose Weasley."
"Then why did you run away!" Snape's heart throbbed when he heard that the Dark Lord had actually taught Peter magic. It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping it as he asked with difficulty, "Do you have anything to do with the death of the Boshi family?"
"It's me...it's me..."
A look of guilt crossed Peter Pettigrew's face, but it quickly vanished. "Back then, the secret-keeper for the Fidelius Charm wasn't Sirius, but me.
They're always like that, like to play tricks.
Before the contract was signed, James and Sirius had a bright idea and changed the secret-keeper to me.
They thought no one would guess...that the useless Peter was the secret-keeper.
Apparently, they succeeded, and until now, no one has doubted me.
"And you told the Dark Lord?" Snape's face was as ferocious as a demon, but tears could not stop flowing from his eyes. "You are their best friend!"
"Friend?"
Peter Pettigrew shook his head frantically, denying Snape's words: "No, I'm a follower.
Lupin and I are both followers used to highlight the status of Sirius and James.
It's just that Lupin doesn't care.
As long as someone can play with him, he's satisfied.
But I've had enough, until one day, the Dark Lord caught me..."
Peter's face was filled with fear and terror, as if Voldemort was right before his eyes. His body was shaking like a sieve. "If I don't betray James and Lily, he will kill me. I don't want to die... I want to live. I want to gain power and respect."
After saying this, Peter Pettigrew lowered his head and remained motionless, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
Dumbledore was silent, Snape was breathing heavily, and Tom leaned back on the sofa with his legs crossed, admiring the different performances of the three men.
All living beings
I really can't put myself in this situation.
What could he feel?
Sorry, not at all.
Finally, Snape drew his wand, "Avada..."
"Severus!!"
Dumbledore swung his sleeves vigorously, and the violent shock wave knocked Snape flying and hit the bookshelf hard.
A large piece of books fell from the shelf and hit him on the head, causing him secondary injuries.
The principals who had their eyes open and were pretending to be asleep could no longer pretend and cried out in surprise.
"What do you want to do, Severus?" Dumbledore strode over and pulled the dazed Snape out of his sea of books. The old man's eyes were sharp: "You casually use the Killing Curse to take a life, and in front of students?"
"Calm down!"
"How can I stay calm!" Snape roared, pushing Dumbledore away and drawing his wand against him. "He killed Lily! Why are you trying to stop me? Get out of my way! I'm going to kill him! I'm going to avenge Lily!"
At this moment, the book behind him turned into a rope, quickly controlling Snape who was completely unresponsive. Dumbledore snatched the wand from his hand.
Meeting the old man's sharp and angry eyes, Snape calmed down a lot.
What had he just done, pointed his wand at Dumbledore?
"Tom is still here. I won't allow you to do this in front of the students." Dumbledore tried his best to lower his voice and held down Snape's big oily hair. "You can't kill Peter. He has other uses. He is indeed the murderer of Lily, but... aren't you also the murderer?"
puff---!
The merciless words shot into Snape's chest, and the light in his eyes...completely disappeared.
Dumbledore ignored Snape, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to Tom, who was eating the melon with great excitement: "Mr. Riddle, you have indeed brought a difficult problem.
But it's also great news."
"The real criminals will be brought to justice, and the innocent will be brought to justice."
"You're welcome, Min."
Tom shook his head. "You guys can chat and do whatever you want, just pretend I don't exist.
Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, "You're such a stubborn kid."
"Severus is a little emotionally unstable, so you should go back first, Mr. Riddle. Please come back tomorrow. I want to know more details about your discovery of Peter Pettigrew.
"All right."
Old Dumbledore had already openly kicked him out, so Tom could only reluctantly stand up. However, he still had no intention of leaving. Instead, he smiled foolishly and rubbed his hands:
"Professor, I've done a good deed, so this reward...
Dumbledore was puzzled. "Slytherin's score is already enough to win the House Cup. Does it matter whether or not to add more?"
"Of course!" Tom suddenly raised his voice, awakening even Snape, who had lost his defense.
"The bonus points are a reward for my personal performance and proof of my hard work. Even if Slytherin is sure to win, you can't erase my achievements.
Dumbledore was troubled. It was just a few academic points, but was it really necessary to raise it to such a high level?
He really couldn't understand why Tom, whose achievements far surpassed those of his classmates, cared so much about these children's playthings.
"Slytherin plus 500 points, put it on me." Snape suddenly said, regardless of whether Tom knew it or not, he did send his enemy here.
Dumbledore was speechless.
That's 500 points, is it your fault?
You have a big head!
But now Slytherin was far ahead, so he didn't really care how much more he added. In order to keep his position as Potions professor, Dumbledore agreed.
"Okay, when everything is settled, I will give you the corresponding points."
Tom left satisfied.
Five hundred points means five hundred credits and one hundred achievement points. Tom is almost going crazy now because of lack of achievement points. It is too damn difficult to get five thousand points for a legendary teacher.
Moreover, he had to raise Slytherin's grades to the highest level this semester, so that he could get a perfect evaluation at the end of the school year and receive better rewards.
When he arrived at the principal's office, Tom found everyone pleasing to his eyes, including the ugly but cute gargoyles, which looked much cuter.
Touching the statue's head, Tom asked, "Weren't you looking for me just now?"
"Riddle," the gargoyle whispered, "Do you remember what you promised me? I want to follow you.
"???"
"Little brother, I'm not a gangster. I'm a serious person."
Tom was speechless and said, "You are a statue of the principal. Even if you want to get away with it, you should follow the principal. What am I?
"No, no, no." The gargoyle shook its head: "I am Dumbledore's watchtower only during your school days. I am free during the summer vacation.
"You said the world is so big, take me to see it."
Tom's eyes widened. "Dumbledore promised you a holiday."
"That's right," the gargoyle said proudly, "but we can only have a break during the summer. The Christmas break is too short, and there are still students in school, so we can't rest."
·...Please give me flowers...0
"Not only does he give me vacation time, he also pays me fifty Galleons a year. I'll give you all that money, and you take me out."
Tom said nothing and began to think whether he should take the gargoyles out for a stroll.
After all, he still has some shameful secrets, such as his connection with Dumbledore's old friend. If people knew about this, he would defect from Konoha on the spot...ah, Hogwarts.
But since he had agreed to it, it wouldn't be a good idea to refuse directly.
Forget it, just take it with you. When the time comes, I'll put it in the yard at home, put it at Newt's house when I go to New York, and put it at Nico's house when I go to Paris. It won't have any impact.
After realizing that he was hungry, Tom nodded and agreed readily.
"No problem, bro, I'll take you to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks.
"Riddle, I can't eat." The gargoyle reminded him gloomily.
"I'm just bringing you along, I'm not asking you to eat. I'll eat, and you can just watch."
Gargoyles:
In the principal's office.
Snape and Dumbledore sat opposite each other. Snape had returned to normal, but his expression was even colder.
"Severus, I apologize for what I said," Dumbledore said softly.
"No need to apologize."
Snape laughed at himself and held his head in pain. "Why should I apologize? Just because you told the truth? I was the one who killed Lily. What's the difference between me and Peter? We both deserve to die."
"But the one who truly deserves to die hasn't died yet."
Dumbledore looked at him, his voice filled with encouraging strength: "I understand that you are not reluctant to leave this world, but you want to truly solve his problem.
In this respect, our interests are the same, and it is also the basis of our trust."
"You should know that my trust in you exceeds that of Minerva, especially when it comes to Voldemort." Minerva's personality is not suited to knowing too many dark things.
"I still need your help."
Snape was silent. He rubbed his brows vigorously. After a long time, he suppressed the pain and hatred in his eyes, and his gaze became calm again.
"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Dumbledore whispered, "Peter Pettigrew cannot die. Sirius has been imprisoned for eleven years and has never defended himself. He must have believed that he was the one who killed James and Lily."
"Isn't it?" Snape sneered. "He's so smart as to change the contact person. How can this shifty fellow be qualified to bear the responsibility of another's life?"
"He's a murderer! He deserves to be in jail!"
Dumbledore disagreed: "If
James disagreed. It was useless for Sirius to say anything. He could only say that fate was always unwilling to favor kind people.
"I will call Fudge tomorrow, and I need you to provide some more truth serum to make Fudge believe this incredible reality.
Snape groaned, but did not refuse, but also made a request.
"Yes, but tonight Peter belongs to me."
Dumbledore frowned slightly, but still refused.
"Have you forgotten your identity?" the old man reminded: "You and he are 'colleagues'. We all know that Voldemort will come back one day. If you
Peter, if Voldemort finds out, you'll be in danger."
"There will be no problem." Snape stood up, and Dumbledore saw that his fists were clenched tightly.
Coming to the unconscious Peter, Snape used all his strength to swing his sword, hitting Peter's fat face. Blood immediately flowed, both from Snape and from Peter.
Got it.
"Have you forgotten how the plunderers treated me?"
Snape's voice was soft, but hatred was overflowing from it: "Use my magic spell... to hang me from the branches of the Whomping Willow, and let me suffer humiliation."
"This isn't revenge for Lily, but a resolution to a grudge from our school days.
Dumbledore sighed deeply: "Go, but don't torture yourself to the point of mental collapse."
Snape dragged Peter Pettigrew out of the office like a dead dog.
Chapter 252: The Two People Who Learned the Truth, Fudge: I Can Never Forgive Evil!
Snape and Peter Pettigrew had a pleasant evening.
Snape didn't know whether Peter Pettigrew was happy or not, but at least he was happy. The methods he had imagined using countless times on stupid students were now used on Peter Pettigrew tenfold or a hundredfold.
So much so that the next morning, the students thought there was something wrong with their eyes because they actually saw the corners of Snape's mouth slightly raised.
Is this... a smile?
Even the Slytherin students looked at each other in bewilderment. Except for seeing Snape smile when he was deducting points from other houses, they had never seen Snape so happy before.
"Hey, Professor, you're up pretty early."
Tom, who happened to be having dinner with Astoria, ran into Snape and casually greeted him.
"Not bad, very polite, knowing to take the initiative to greet the professor." Snape nodded slightly: "Ten points for Slytherin."
Tom:
It was hard to imagine what Snape had been through, how he had changed so much in just one night.
"Professor, about the materials..." Tom pulled Snape aside and gave him a hint. The old man hadn't responded directly last night, and Tom was afraid that he would settle the score later, so he had to pull him aside and explain things clearly.
"What material? Don't waste my time." Snape whispered: "Dumbledore will hand Peter over to Fudge in a moment, I must seize the opportunity."
A full stomach gives you the energy to work. Snape came here to replenish his energy. As for the materials borrowed by Tom, just consider it as a subsidy from the dean to outstanding students.
The only pity is that if Tom can give Peter to him alone "Seven Nine Three", he is willing to pay ten times the amount of materials.
Tom couldn't help but grit his teeth as he watched Snape hurried into the hall.
Peter Pettigrew fell into Snape's hands?
He could already imagine how happy Peter must have been that night.
Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room, Ronald and Harry, who had been unconscious all night, angrily blocked Ginny.
"Ginny, there must be a limit to pranks." Ronald said angrily: "If Neville hadn't carried us back yesterday, we would have had to sleep for ten nights!"
"Also, give Scabbers back to me quickly! He's my pet, not your toy!"
Harry also looked at her with dissatisfaction. He still remembered the first time he met Ginny at the Burrow during the summer vacation. Ginny was a very shy little girl. It had only been a short time, how could she play such a big joke?
Judging from the handwriting, it must have been taught by Tom.
But he hasn't offended Tom recently. If you want to make trouble for someone, just make trouble for Ronald. Why include me in it?
Ronald sneezed suddenly, and Ginny dodged nimbly with a look of disgust on her face.
"Ronald, you're snotting all over the wall. That's disgusting."
Ronald blushed, but still said stubbornly, "Ginny, give Scabbers back to me, or I'll tell Mom, she's already very unhappy.
Ginny gets angry when she mentions this. These stupid brothers actually dared to complain to their family, causing her to be scolded by Mrs. Weasley. Finding a man is not a problem, even finding a Slytherin man is not a big problem.
But at your age, you're still looking for a Slytherin boy who has ambiguous relationships with many girls.
That would be a serious matter.
Ginny was terrified when she saw the harsh words in the letter from Molly. After reading it, she set fire to the letter and burned it to ashes.
If the letter is gone, just pretend you didn't see it.
"Scabbers can't come back." Ginny looked at Ronald, who was still in the dark, with some pity.
Ronald is really miserable this time.
Tom had already told Ginny the general situation last night, satisfying her desire to know more, but also surprising her.
Sirius Black who was arrested was a good man, but the one who was awarded the Order of Merlin First Class became a murderer.
Doesn't the Ministry of Magic do any investigation before putting people in Azkaban? And Black is an idiot, thinking that this can atone for his sins.
Not to mention that Peter Pettigrew is not dead, even if he is dead, a man who betrayed his friends becomes a hero, and Harry becomes an orphan with no one to take care of him.
Is this atonement?
This is a sin!
Anyway, Ginny felt that Sirius was mentally ill and would be useless if he was locked up for another ten years.
"What do you mean? What did you do to Banban?" Ronald jumped up excitedly.
That was the mouse that depended on him for survival!
"Forget it, I'll take you to find Tom." Ginny didn't say it now. Ronald's brain wasn't working very well, so she was too lazy to explain and let Tom worry about it.
It turns out that outsourcing is human nature.
When Ginny handed the trouble to Tom, Tom took the confused Harry and Ronald directly to the principal's office.
Dumbledore was in good spirits and greeted Ronald and Harry with a smile.
"Harry, Ronald, I didn't expect Mr. Riddle to bring you here, but that's fine. As parties involved, I think you have the right to know.
"party?"
Ronald's legs were shaking. "Professor, I just want to get Scabbers back... I didn't do anything bad."
"I'm sorry..." Dumbledore sighed, "Your pet Scabbers is gone. You can see him for the last time later.
"Here's what happened."
Dumbledore patiently explained Scabbers' identity and the grudges between Peter Pettigrew and Harry to them, but omitted the part about the prophecy.
After hearing this, Harry and Ronald were both shocked, but their reactions were different.
"My rat...is a man?"
"My parents...were betrayed by a friend, leading to Voldemort's visit?"
"Impossible!" Ronald retorted in panic: "Scabbers is just an ordinary mouse, just a little older. How could it be Argus? He's been in my house for ten years!"
"He's with Snape." Dumbledore didn't care about Ronald's loss of composure and patiently comforted Ronald, "He will be here with Peter in a while.
"Speaking of which...Mr. Riddle." Dumbledore looked at Tom with interest. "How did you find out that Scabbers was an Animagus?"
He had wanted to ask this question yesterday, but Snape was in a very unstable mood at the time, so he had to let Tom go back first.
"Because of this map."
Tom placed the Marauder's Map on his desk and activated it without avoiding the others. It zoomed in on the section of the Potions Office, where Snape's name was very close to Peter Pettigrew's.
"Hagrid told me a lot about Harry's father and accidentally let slip this feud. Plus, with this map, my curiosity was piqued.
What Tom said was well-reasoned and convincing, especially Hagrid's big mouth, which was well-known. As long as he said it was him who leaked the information, even Dumbledore would believe it.
The only loophole is...
"I finally understand why James and his group were never caught back then."
Dumbledore lowered his head, admiring the ink lines on the map. "It's obvious they were the work of a master.
The Black family's True Name spell, Potter's tracking technique.
It's remarkable that they were able to produce such outstanding works even when they were students."
Dumbledore suddenly showed a sad expression in the middle of the conversation. He sighed and changed the subject: "Mr. Riddle, it shouldn't have been long since you got this map, right?"
"Yeah." Tom nodded. "Ginny gave it to me. This map had been in the hands of Fred and George before."
"Fred and George?" Ronald said in surprise. "They never told me they had anything like this!"
If he had this map, he and Harry wouldn't have been caught on a night out last school year.
"Ronald..." Harry sighed. "There seems to be something wrong with your focus. Shouldn't you be more concerned about why they have such a magical map like the Marauder's Map but haven't noticed anything unusual about Banban?"
Ronald was stunned and heartbroken.
So... Fred and George never even looked at him with the Marauder's Map?
Tom glanced at Harry. He strongly suspected that Harry was deliberately hurting Ronald to make himself feel better...
As expected of Potter, who was born evil, even the Sorting Hat urged him to go to Slytherin. It was a waste of his talent to go to Gryffindor.
Ronald was also successfully sunk. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be shocked that his rat was actually a man, or sad that he was just a transparent person in his brother's eyes.
The room fell into an eerie silence.
Tom saw Snape had already left the office with Peter Pettigrew, so he said to Dumbledore: "Professor, if there is nothing else, I will go back to class first,..."
He handed Peter over not for justice, but simply to tell Snape who his real enemy was and to settle the previous wages of cattle and horses. As for what happened next, he didn't care about anything.
Shortly after Tom left, Snape brought Peter Pettigrew to the headmaster's office.
Seeing Harry and Ronald, the smile on his face finally disappeared, and in front of them, he forced Peter Pettigrew to transform into a human form.
There was hatred in Harry's eyes, and Ronald vomited.
He just slept with this disgusting fat guy for two years?
Peter Pettigrew's eyes were dazed at this moment, and his already worn clothes had become like rags. Through his clothes, one could still see the whip marks and bloodstains on his body.
Dumbledore's eyelids twitched.
Just handing it over to Fudge like this, those who don't know would think that Hogwarts is an interrogation center, but seeing Snape's refreshed look [Dumbledore didn't say anything more.
Soon, Fudge, who had received a letter from Dumbledore early in the morning, appeared in the office with a large number of bodyguards.
When Fudge saw the letter in the morning, he thought Dumbledore was joking, but the serious tone of the letter forced him to take it seriously.
Dumbledore was impressed when he noticed that Fudge didn't bring his senior assistant with him this time.
"Albus..." Fudge looked at Peter Pettigrew, his eyes a little flustered.
"What the hell is going on?"
"You'd better listen to it from beginning to end." Dumbledore gave Snape a look.
Peter Pettigrew once again enjoyed the treatment of drinking a full dose of Veritaserum. Fudge and the ten Aurors he brought with him heard everything clearly.
Harry finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart any longer, roaring and rushing forward to punch and kick Peter Pettigrew, but no one paid any attention to him.
Fudge was dumbfounded, and the Aurors were also extremely shocked.
Actually, Black is related to several of them. After all, the Black family was once very prosperous in Britain and had countless marriages.
So Sirius was the innocent person who was wrongly accused, and this hero who was widely publicized by the Ministry of Magic was the real murderer?
What is this thing the Ministry of Magic does?
Many people looked at Fudge, who was sweating profusely.
At this moment, Fudge's first instinctive reaction was not to set things right, nor to clear Black's name, but to... suppress it!
This matter must be suppressed and the outside world must not be informed of the huge mistake made by the wizarding world. This is a huge scandal that will seriously affect the credibility of the Ministry of Magic and most importantly... the public's support for it.
There is no difference between the 0.8 and the politicians in the Muggle world.
For Ji, he is his heartbeat, and without him, everything will be cold.
"Albus... this is really... incredible. Fudge wiped his sweat and stammered, "Is Peter Pettigrew really a criminal? Is it possible that
Is there something wrong with the truth serum?"
"Snape, I'm not doubting your ability. You know, testimony obtained through truth-telling cannot be used as evidence... Further investigation is necessary."
Snape was not angry either. He really didn't want the Ministry of Magic to overturn the verdict and put Sirius to death.
Dumbledore lowered his eyes. He had actually anticipated Fudge's reaction and had a plan for dealing with it in mind.
The old man nodded in praise. "Cornelly, the Ministry of Magic is fortunate to have a cautious Minister like you."
"You agree with me." Fudge said with surprise. He thought Dumbledore would argue with him about this?
"Of course? You're the minister, but..."
Dumbledore sighed and said, "If the judge had been more cautious when trying Sirius, perhaps this tragedy would not have happened. I am old now and have forgotten it.
Who was in charge at that time…"
"It's not Crouch..."
Fudge was stunned when he was halfway through speaking. Two seconds later, his eyes lit up and he was about to laugh out loud, but when he thought of the outsiders here, he held it back and his face turned red.
.
"Albus! This can't be delayed any longer!"
Fudge raised his arms and shouted: "We must not let the evildoers go unpunished. I will never tolerate evil!"
Chapter 253: The Right Choice Under the Circumstances of Interest, Cassandra Faints
Fudge performed a face-changing trick.
In the entire British wizarding world, there are only two people he fears the most.
One is Dumbledore. Dumbledore's reputation is so high that as long as he says that he wants to be the Minister of Magic, no one else will be qualified to compete with him.
Fortunately, Dumbledore has only cared about his own business over the years and has given him enough respect, which makes Fudge feel a little relieved.
The other one is Barty Crouch Sr.
Old Batty was the director of the Department of Law Enforcement before Burns, and was a popular candidate for the next minister. He was not only capable but also impartial and just, and had the support of many people.
But who made his son become a Death Eater, and tortured the Longbottoms to insanity, which caused Barty's reputation to plummet.
After Fudge took office, he immediately transferred Barty to the Department of International Magical Cooperation, which was a relatively humble office compared to the powerful Department of Law Enforcement.
But even so, Fudge still didn't dare to let his guard down. He still remembered old Batty's decisive and powerful demeanor, which made him more like a minister than a minister.
Dumbledore's unintentional reminder made him suddenly enlightened.
Eleven years ago, he was still the Director of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, responsible for cleaning up all kinds of trivial matters. Even if there was a reckoning, it would not be his responsibility.
At the beginning, Crouch advocated a tough attitude towards Death Eaters and the maximum punishment, because there were too many criminals and many of them were sentenced without any investigation or evidence collection.
Fudge quickly thought of many ways to suppress Crouch.
Seeing that Harry was still beating Peter violently and blood was coming out, he quickly asked two Aurors to stop him and not let him get hurt.
Then Fudge warmly shook Dumbledore's hand, "Albus, I have figured it out. No matter how difficult it is, fairness and truth are what the people deserve to know most."
"Don't worry, I'll launch a full investigation when I get back and hold everyone involved accountable!"
These words were spoken with great righteousness, and Harry's impression of Fudge increased greatly, thinking that he was a good minister.
Only Snape and Dumbledore caught the hidden meaning.
The point is not Sirius's innocence, but his political enemies back then.
Snape sneered inwardly but didn't react. Dumbledore nodded gently, "Cornelly, you're the Minister of Magic. You make the decision."
His attitude made Fudge feel more comfortable, and their words became more intimate.
During the chat, Fudge was also very surprised when he learned that it was Peter Pettigrew who discovered it again by Tom: "It seems that Mr. Riddle is really capable and has helped the Ministry of Magic a lot.
An idea struck him, and he said happily, "This is even better. One medal is to be withdrawn, and another is to be awarded. This will also help maintain the value of the Order of Merlin."
"oh?"
Dumbledore asked with interest, "Has it been decided yet?"
Fudge smiled and nodded. "Several more members agreed last night, bringing the number of members to over 70%. We can prepare to award the medals after some preparation."
"That's really good news." Dumbledore also smiled, but at the same time sighed: "A twelve-year-old who has won the Order of Merlin, First Class... has never happened before."
"Who says it's not?" Fudge was also a little envious. He had to retire to get it, but a young boy got it before him.
Hearing the conversation between the two, Harry, the idiot in the wizarding world, didn't seem to notice anything, but Ronald was so shocked that his jaw dropped.
Is Tom really going to get the Order of Merlin, First Class?
Before leaving, Fudge did not forget to put on a show, comforting Harry kindly and promising to return him to a healthy godfather, and then took Peter away under Snape's reluctant gaze.
On the other side, Tom also received news from Mrs. Greengrass that his Order of Merlin, First Class was finally approved, but considering the Ministry of Magic's procrastination, it would probably take another month before the award ceremony could be held.
This also made Tom completely relieved.
The fifth trial was the one that stuck him the longest, dragging on until the summer vacation, which was a full year. He finally reached the other side.
Did you spend money?
It certainly had been spent, but Mrs. Greengrass didn't say how much, just that it was a small amount not worth mentioning.
Damn it.
In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Tom suddenly cursed under his breath: "Sooner or later, these people will be plowed through."
He is such an outstanding person, yet he is still stuck by so-called qualifications and age. The world is indeed rotten. It will rot anyway, so why can't he be the one who enjoys it?
XX people, "He is gone.
Because it was class time, Peter Pettigrew's being taken away did not cause any commotion. Fudge would not announce the news for the time being. He wanted to collect more evidence that was unfavorable to Crouch.
Dumbledore certainly knew that he was selling out old Barty Crouch, and that old Barty would definitely not have an easy time in the future, but that was all.
Old Barty still had some connections in the Ministry of Magic, and at that time it was a social consensus to severely sentence Death Eaters, so he would not be sent to Azkaban for this reason.
Sirius being able to come out not only gave him an extra reliable person, but also allowed him to better guide Harry's growth.
Everything is a decision made after weighing the interests.
In the blink of an eye, another half month has passed. The semester is coming to an end and the final exams are about to begin. The little wizard in the castle is hurried, carrying a heavy schoolbag wherever he goes.
After the open dueling class was held last week, there will be no more this semester, which also made the young wizards at Hogwarts breathe a sigh of relief. Except for a few extremely outstanding students, the others are actually no match for Ilvermorny and Castrobush.
But excellent students have never been the standard for measuring a school. There are always smart, talented and hardworking people who can grow up without teachers. The overall average level of students is the most important indicator for judging the quality of a school.
Now it seems that Hogwarts is obviously not as good as Ilvermorny and Castellobhütte, which worries Professor McGonagall. Her position in the education field is already precarious, and the students' homework is getting heavier day by day.
The last day of May, library.
Tom was reviewing the third grade Transfiguration lesson with Qiu when he heard a scream from behind the bookshelf. Soon, a fainted person was carried out.
"Is that...Worey?" Qiu hesitated after seeing clearly through the crowd.
Tom nodded. "Yes, it should be her. She's still wearing the Ilvermorny uniform."
He was actually quite surprised that Cassandra had fainted in the library. He hadn't interacted with Cassandra much recently, but he knew that she was either studying or not studying every day. "Yuan Zheng never had a moment of leisure."
Even in last week's open dueling class, she only went on stage to defeat a few Hogwarts and Castellobus students before leaving in a hurry.
Is this completely unbearable?
Soon, the news of Cassandra's fainting spread throughout the school, and many people were discussing it during dinner.
Everyone has a consensus—Warley was hit hard by Tom and Ginny, so he worked hard to study and become stronger.
Some students even said that they could see Cassandra secretly training during night outings.
School clinic.
Tom was sitting in front of a hospital bed, eating happily. Who else could it be but Cassandra lying on the bed? Cassandra's face was pale, her lips were white, and her usual arrogance had turned into the weakness of a sick beauty.
The sick beauty rolled her eyes at this time. She had never heard of anyone bringing a big meal to visit a patient and eating delicious food in front of the patient.
Tom ate a chicken drumstick effortlessly in one breath and asked vaguely, "Zhuang said I inspired you to train so hard, forgetting to eat or sleep?"
"It has nothing to do with you," Cassandra flatly denied. "I just want to take advantage of this exchange to learn more about magic from other countries. Don't be so self-indulgent."
"Oh." Tom nodded: "That means Ginny stimulated me."
This time Cassandra remained silent and did not refute.
The main reason is really Ginny...
Forget about Tom. She now believes that it was really Tom who killed the basilisk. There will always be monsters in the world, but...what is Ginny Weasley? She is only a first-year student, and she had to rely on ruthlessness to defeat her.
Cassandra naturally felt unbalanced. On the one hand, she really wanted to learn more, but more importantly, she wanted to numb herself from thinking about the failure.
"Actually, I didn't come to see you specifically."
After slowly finishing the last piece of mutton pie, Tom elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth with his napkin. "Miss Worley, I have something I want to ask you."
"You, please teach me?" The girl's eyebrows knitted together: "Riddle, are you kidding me?"
"I'm not a full-time, omnipotent person. Of course, there are things I don't know." Tom smiled, and with a wave of his wand, the small dining table and plates in front of him disappeared.
"Miss Volley." The boy's voice suddenly became soft, yet contained a strange rhythm. Cassandra couldn't help but look up at him, meeting his star-like eyes.
"Is the vampire that's been causing trouble in England recently related to Ilfermor?"
The girl retorted without hesitation: "How is it possible...what did you do to me!367"
"Have you reacted yet?"
Tom didn't feel embarrassed at all about having his tricks exposed, but rather felt strange. It wasn't that he looked down on Cassandra. Even an adult wouldn't have been able to break free so quickly.
Tom soon found the reason.
A platinum necklace hung around Cassandra's slender neck, and the pendant... Tom looked down and saw only a pair of big hands tightly covering her chest.
"Where are you looking?" The girl was embarrassed and angry, and hid at the edge of the bed.
"It's just a flat land, what's so good about it?" Tom curled his lips. Senior Penelope is much more attractive than her.
"You!" Cassandra's anger finally subsided.
"I'm just telling the truth." Tom didn't show any sign of giving in to the angry Cassandra.
A real man should be amazing, deliberately punching, and then whipping with his giant tongue, full of passion.
Cassandra said angrily: "You actually used Legilimency on me! What is the relationship between vampires and ifermor? This is slander!"
This is not slander.
Tom said silently in his heart.
So far, more than forty wizards have been infected and turned into vampires, and even Snape and a group of healers are at a loss as to what to do.
A week ago, the Ministry of Magic had successfully stopped the murderer, but the five Aurors were no match for the vampire, and two of them were infected. Before the main force arrived, the murderer took advantage of his speed and escaped.
This has become a huge uproar. There are only a few wizards in the British wizarding world. The more than 40 infected people mean that more than 40 wizard families are in danger. The harm they bring is really catching up with that of werewolves.
Originally, Tom didn't care about it, thinking it was something that Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic needed to worry about, but Ross got a piece of information from Sauron - Sauron seemed to know the vampire.
This piqued his interest.
But Tom was sure that she was completely unaware of the information he had just obtained through Legilimency.
Seeing that Cassandra was still angry, Tom shrugged helplessly. "It's okay even if I'm caught. It's my fault for using Legilimency without permission. As an apology, how about I fight you in a fair duel?"
Cassandra was stunned.
Is this the right way to apologize?
But you know what, she was really moved...