Chapter 254: The Battle of Burning Garlon, Daphne's Birthday Gift
After midnight, Tom came to the school infirmary and took Cassandra out of the castle.
At this time, the girl had changed out of her hospital gown and put on her Ilvermorny wizard robes again. The clattering sound she made as she walked could be faintly heard in the empty corridor even from two or three floors away.
Tom had to put a silencing charm on her to avoid attracting the attention of Filch and Mrs. Norris.
It wasn't until they left the castle that Tom complained, "Are you here to duel or to show off your wealth? Aren't all these magic props money?"
Cassandra didn't wear a lot of ornaments for no reason. Those silver, gold, and various gem-studded jewelry were all precious magic props. Tom only took a quick look and saw more than ten pieces.
"The Volley family is not short of money. Besides, if I don't prepare to fight you, then I won't feel like I'm participating at all."
Although she had fainted just this afternoon, Cassandra was in a surprisingly good mood. The corners of her mouth curled up as she spoke. "Even if I can't defeat you, I have to create some trouble for you and find out your background.
Tom laughed dumbly. "What a naive idea! Don't blame me if all these things are ruined."
Cassandra snorted softly: "Then let's try it."
The two came to the Quidditch field. In fact, a better choice was the Room of Requirement, but Tom didn't want to take others there, so he took a detour.
"Don't bother with the weak ones, just attack directly."
Tom took out his wand and waved it at Cassandra. She seemed to be in a daze and was stunned for two seconds before she immediately cast a silent curse.
"Wow, you even have sneak attacks? You've definitely improved."
Tom dodged the spell by leaning sideways, his wand hanging casually. The grass on the ground began to grow wildly, and more than a dozen tiny green snakes appeared, hissing and flicking their tongues at Cassandra.
A circle of intense flames erupted, and the heat wave swept across and blew away the small snake that was rushing towards it.
Cassandra activated several props in succession and immediately turned from a wizard into a lighting technician, but there were also some of her own spells mixed in, which looked very powerful.
Tom calmly stretched out his left hand, and a misty white mist gushed out. It looked soft and weak, but it was like an unbreakable wall, firmly keeping all attacks out.
A storm of energy swept across the Quidditch field, which looked quite intimidating.
But these...are all burning money.
There are no cheap alchemical items involving combat functions. If placed in the Boke store, each one can be sold for at least a few hundred Galleons [but Cassandra activated them all like sprinkling water.
Tom didn't understand what the woman was thinking, so he just calmly defended himself. When he felt the force of the attack weakened, he exerted a little force.
Snap!
The first layer of protective shield cracked, and Cassandra was knocked back two steps by the shock wave, but her hand continued to cast the spell. Thunder fell from the sky, and the soil on the ground turned into two large hands, protecting the young man from the wind and rain.
Tom stepped forward, and faced the flying spells with all his might - he picked up and flew away, finally forcing Cassandra into a corner. Their eyes met again, but this time Cassandra did not turn into stone. A necklace on her neck floated up, emitting a faint golden light.
"You really have everything." Tom glared at her, and the necklace finally couldn't bear the weight, breaking into pieces along with the gem at the bottom.
"You really are a monster..."
Cassandra did not resist anymore and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. She had just used all the spells she knew in one breath, and now her brain was dizzy and she couldn't muster any energy.
"Take a break."
Two chairs flew down from the stands. Cassandra lay down and rested for a while before she recovered. She opened her eyes again and said, "Riddle, do you think I'm a loser?
"If you are a waste, then many people in this world don't deserve to live."
Tom also lay on the lounge chair and looked up at the starry sky. Hogwarts is far away from the modern city, and you can see a lot of stars as long as the weather is good. This is also Tom's favorite way to relax. Sometimes he will call Ariana out to watch with him.
"Speaking of which, Volley, why do you want to become excellent?"
"Why..."
Cassandra fell into deep thought, and Tom was in no hurry either. He enjoyed the evening breeze and leisurely identified the constellations in the sky.
After an unknown amount of time, the four girls' voices finally reached them: "Perhaps...it has something to do with my father."
Tom said lazily, "Your father doesn't sound like a good person."
"Don't talk nonsense." Cassandra glared at him angrily. "He's just very strict with me. He thinks that since I have the best conditions and the most affluent family background, I should be better than others."
"Then I went to school and was always the best student. It just became like this over time... Until I met you and Ginny Weasley, I realized I was actually a b**ch.
Oda.
"You have impure motives."
Tom sat up a little. "Worley, there's no reason to become stronger. It's not to compare with others, but to satisfy your own desires."
Cassandra frowned. "Then isn't comparing myself to others also a form of desire?"
"But this desire is too narrow and will be limited by your vision."
Tom pointed at himself, then at the highest point of Hogwarts: "I also want to surpass Dumbledore, but this is not what drives me to become stronger. I just want to keep improving and pursue the true meaning of magic, so I won't stop for someone."
"Although your American wizarding community is quite powerful overall, it lacks truly powerful wizards. Naturally, you can't imagine what it's like to be at the pinnacle of magic. You have to admit that, right?"
Cassandra nodded silently.
Looking back at the famous wizards in modern history, there is not a single one from North America.
"Don't think about pursuing the 'best' in everything in the future. Your father didn't do it himself, so why should he ask you to do it? As long as you can always be better than the day before, that's enough.
"
The breeze blew the girl's golden hair. Cassandra looked at Tom, who was lying down with his eyes closed, and hummed softly.
After that night, Cassandra finally returned to normal. Although she still worked hard, she no longer neglected sleep and food like before. She would ask Tom questions every day and did not care about other people's strange looks.
She felt that what Tom said was right. As long as she became better than she was the day before, she didn't need to care what others said or thought.
As the review week began, the communication between the two became more frequent, but Tom's main focus was still on Daphne because Daphne's birthday was about to come.
Even the vampire thing was put aside.
The reason is simple: the pathogen vampire has escaped, and now it is Spain that is in trouble.
It's the last Saturday before the exam, and today is Daphne's birthday.
Tom got busy early in the morning. He first arranged for the house-elves to prepare cakes and a feast. Then he went to the territory of the Forbidden Forest unicorns to decorate the territory. He also caught a few cattails and cast a spell to change the cattails into different colors as decorations.
At noon, he picked up all the people who were going to attend the celebration today——Astoria, Hermione, Qiu, Ginny, Luna, Penelope, Hannah, Susan and the most unexpected one...Cassandra?
Daphne's face was originally full of smiles, but when she saw Cassandra following behind Tom, she immediately used her special skill of changing her face.
"Happy birthday, Greengrass." Cassandra didn't care about Daphne's change of attitude, but took out the birthday gift she had prepared, a set of exquisite hairpins.
Don't hit a smiling person. Although Cassandra didn't smile, she carefully prepared a gift.
Daphne could only thank him superficially. Then, while Cassandra was away looking at the unicorns, she quietly pulled Tom aside and pouted unhappily, saying, "Why did you bring her here?"
"It's your birthday today, don't frown." He pinched Daphne's cheek playfully, smoothed her frown, and then explained, "She overheard me mentioning your birthday earlier. They've already prepared a gift, so I brought it."
"Whenever I see her, I remember how arrogant she was back then." Daphne was still a little angry.
"That's all because of the bad influence of my family. Actually, Wo Lei is... quite similar. He's easily influenced by others. Look, he's much better now. It's more lively with more people."
Tom also understood Cassandra a lot better. Most of the problems were caused by her strict father, who was too oppressive. The other people in the Volley family also sounded like bad people.
This is quite similar to Malfoy, worthy of being a relative from thousands of years ago.
Once the villain gains power, he becomes arrogant. Even though he is a nouveau riche, he still thinks he is awesome and is more active and greedy than many old families.
"Let's not talk about that anymore." Tom held Daphne's shoulders and said, "Let's think about what gift I'll give you later."
The girl's attention was indeed diverted, and she said coquettishly that she wanted to see it now, but Tom refused to give in and insisted on waiting until after dinner to give it out.
Daphne had no choice but to pull back the girls who were playing with Unicorn and Pompom so that they could start eating quickly.
In addition to Pala, Hannah also contributed her cooking skills. The lamb chops she cooked were unanimously praised. Hannah is definitely a genius in cooking, and Tom would go to her for a meal from time to time.
Finally, after dinner, blowing out the candles and cutting the cake, Daphne made a wish and couldn't wait for Tom to take out the gift.
Others were also very curious about what Tom had prepared for Daphne.
Amidst the expectant gazes, the young man looked around and blew a whistle. Usaqi rushed into the sky and rolled around like a loach, and the sky suddenly became overcast.
"It still has this atmosphere."
After keeping everyone in suspense for a long time, Tom finally took out the gift.
The exquisite gift box opened automatically, and colorful light bloomed, occupying the girls' eyes. When the light faded a little, they could see what the real gift was.
A beautiful crystal lotus has a total of twenty-four petals, each of which reflects a different color, changing all the time.
"So beautiful~" Daphne held it carefully in her hands, and the more she looked at it, the happier she became.
"Besides looking good, there must be other uses, right?"
Hermione also liked the crystal-refined shape, but she knew Tom. Tom preferred things that were both gorgeous and practical, and it was impossible for him to give Lainie ten ornaments in detail.
"Of course, each petal represents a kind of magic, including offensive and defensive spells, (money spells) and everyday spells that can be used in life."
Constant temperature spell, dehumidification spell, cleaning spell, filling spell, flying spell... It can be said that most of the commonly used spells are covered. As long as you carry the lotus with you, you will become a wandless spellcasting master of these spells.
The difficulty of making this thing is not high, but the compatibility between spells is difficult to handle, and the carving of the magic pattern circuit is also a delicate job.
The most important thing is the material, which must be both beautiful and durable.
Tom still relied on his parents to get the magic crystal from Nico.
This thing is almost extinct, and the annual global output is less than 100 pieces.
After hearing this, Daphne's face was filled with surprise, and the other girls' eyes began to turn red with envy.
"Tom..."
Stolia sighed softly: "You are really going to make my sister a useless person.
Daphne is already very lazy, and now she has such a lazy artifact, what will happen?
"Astoria!" Daphne pretended to be angry and said, "How can you say that about your sister? I think you are just jealous. Hehe, Tom is the best to me."
"I didn't." Astoria defended herself in a low voice, but she sounded guilty.
Tom rubbed her little head and gave her a look. Astoria understood and immediately smiled.
Silly sister, it won't be long before I get one too.
Then it was Hermione, Qiu, Ginny, Penelope... Tom found the right opportunity to hint at them one by one, ensuring that everyone is equal, and the little jealousy in the girls' hearts disappeared.
While Tom was laughing and chatting, inside the castle, Rolls was hurriedly packing his things.
It's time for him to run away.
Chapter 255: All Three Professors Have Run Away! The Order of Merlin Is Finally Obtained
Exam week, Monday, principal's office.
Dumbledore looked at the letter with a complicated expression.
Originally Dumbledore thought today was just an ordinary day, but after reading the letter, his mentality changed.
Dear Albus:
I really enjoyed my time teaching at Hogwarts. The students here are very smart, my colleagues are very friendly, and you have been a great help to me.
But happy times are always short-lived, and no one knows when an accident will happen tomorrow, just like me now.
Although I really want to continue to serve you and stay in school to grow with the students, love is like a tornado, blowing me naked and unable to control myself. Now is the best time to say goodbye. If I don't say goodbye... I might run away.
I hope you can meet a better Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and I also hope you can help me deal with that annoying guy Frank Graves. I will take good care of him for Soran.
—Yours faithfully, Laws Wilkinson
Note: Albus, please be careful of Ilvermorny. The vampire with the ability to infect is called 'Lester', and he is the trouble that Frank brought from North America.
Note: Remember to collect this month's salary and deposit it directly into Gringotts.
Me you?
Dumbledore took a deep breath.
Is Voldemort's curse really that difficult?
At the last moment of the school year, he actually lost his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. This was not the most troublesome thing. After all, he had been going through this for many years and he was used to it.
The main reason is that the amount of information at the end is too large.
Dumbledore understood from the lines that this Rouse had abducted Professor Sauron from Ilvermorny!
And that last reminder, the vampire... Lestat, was actually the trouble that Ilvermorny secretly brought to England?
A terrifying aura flashed by, and the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a rare sense of anger.
But if he really wanted to arrest Frank, he had no valid reason, and the few words in Ross's letter were not enough to serve as evidence.
In the auditorium, the atmosphere before the exam was a little tense, and many students were cram schools while eating.
Tom was in a daze.
Naturally, he had reported to him the serious matter of Ross's escape, but Tom had not expected that he would even take away Sauron with food and money.
As for the information about the vampire Lestat, it was only with Lestat's consent that Rolls revealed it to Dumbledore.
Naturally, he knew more information.
This vampire was not brought here by Frank, and Soren also knew about it.
Lester Howell, a typical surname of German descent, is the offspring of a vampire and a human.
The vampires in this world are not as handsome as described in movies and literature. Their appearance can only be described as disgusting. Therefore, this cross-species combination is actually somewhat similar to the birth of Hagrid. Both are warriors.
There have been some examples of vampires and humans combining with each other in the past, but Lestat is special. He possesses the spellcasting talent of a wizard and the agility and affinity for dark energy of a vampire.
The most important thing is that he only sucks the blood of wizards. He can easily distinguish who is a wizard and who is a No-Maj in a group of people, and has the specialized ability to make those who are hurt by him also have bloodthirsty impulses.
This was all the information Soran knew. It was Gilbert Fontana, the headmaster of Ilvermorny, who ordered them to take the person to England and abandon him. As for why he did this, Soran had no idea.
Tom wasn't sure whether Ross had succeeded in poaching the girl or he was being counterattacked, so he just reminded him to be careful and stopped interfering with Ross's choice.
This information should be credible, but what exactly does Gilbert Fontana want to do? Is this really a conspiracy hatched by him alone?
Or... there are more people in the American wizarding world standing behind him, and they don't want to make things easy for the British wizarding world.
The truth was shrouded in mystery, and Tom was too lazy to think about it, so he chose to leave it to Dumbledore, letting him worry about it.
Tom looked at the main guest seats and saw that many of them were empty. Frank had no idea that his fiancée had run away and was still leisurely eating breakfast.
When all the students went to the examination room, Frank still didn't see Soran, and that's when he felt something was wrong.
Although the professors of Ilvermorny and Castellobus were not required to invigilate the exams, they would not be absent from the exams in the morning.
Frank arrived at Soran's bedroom and knocked on the door, but received no response. He became anxious and drew his wand.
"Alaho Open!"
The door opened and Frank rushed in, dumbfounded.
The dormitory was empty, with nothing in it except the original furniture, and two letters on the table.
Frank ran over, picked up a letter and started reading it, his body beginning to tremble.
The letter was written by Soran, and the general meaning was that the marriage between them was just a family alliance and there was no love between them, and that he and Royce were true love.
When he saw the second letter, Rank's eyes widened.
It was called a letter, but in fact, Rolls only left one sentence.
Yes, we have a child.
"Wilkinson!"
Frank went crazy and rushed to the principal's office. Even the students taking exams could hear the noise he made along the way.
By the evening, although the details were still unclear, everyone knew what had driven the professor crazy - his fiancée ran away with someone else, he yelled at Dumbledore in the office, and he came out lying sideways.
Dumbledore explained that Professor Graves fainted due to excessive excitement and would be fine after two days of rest.
The young wizards from the three schools were in a panic, and the students from Ilvermorny were even more shocked.
After two months of exchange, the professor was kidnapped?
Roger Davis of Ravenclaw simply admired Rouse, "Professor Wilkinson is truly a role model for our generation..."
"Why, do you also want to kidnap someone else's fiancée?" another boy asked with a smile.
"Of course not."
Roger Davis shook his head like a rattle, "I just admire his courage in pursuing love and freedom."
"I think this is the effect of the curse."
Marietta joined the discussion and said mysteriously, "No one has ever been able to hold this position for a full year. I originally thought Professor Wilkinson was an exception, but unfortunately... he didn't make it.
"But he didn't even work for a full year. Didn't Lockhart help him take the blame?"
"Anyway, I've never seen a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who can cross academic years. Have you ever seen one?" Marietta asked back.
"Not to mention us, even my parents have never seen one. It's hard for Dumbledore to find someone new to take his place every year."
The students' discussion became louder and louder. Although Frank was not there, Professor McGonagall could not stand it any longer. He put his wand to his throat and coughed twice. Then everyone calmed down.
"Don't be distracted, you still have an exam waiting for you tomorrow."
After Professor McGonagall finished speaking, he was also blaming Ross in his heart, "You can run earlier or later, why do you have to choose this critical moment to affect the students' condition."
In the following days, the students didn't see Frank in the school again.
It wasn't until the day after the exams (bgcb) that he appeared with a sullen face, looking quite like Snape, and left Hogwarts with the Ilvermorny students without saying a word.
"I thought he was going to hunt down Professor Wilkinson." Daphne and Tom murmured in a low voice as they watched the team leaving Ilvermorny in the Astronomy Tower.
Tom smiled and shook his head. "I don't know where Professor Wilkinson has gone. Graves is unfamiliar with the area, so even if he wanted to chase him, he wouldn't be able to find the way. Besides, even if he did find him, how could he be a match for two professors on his own?"
"That's right." Daphne nodded in agreement, then suddenly changed the subject: "What did Volley say to you just now?"
Tom said truthfully, "She said if I went to North America I could contact her and she would treat me to a meal."
"Don't believe it, Tom." The little witch found the right opportunity to deceive Cassandra: "She has been pretending recently. If you really go to find her, she will definitely bring a bunch of people to take revenge on you."
Tom smiled and nodded without objection.
In fact, Cassandra really just gave him the mailing address, saying that she would contact him when she went to North America, but she didn't want him to come to her house as a guest.
Cassandra also knew the moral character of her family.
There was only one result if Tom came to her house, either he would be kicked out of the house or the Molei family would be plowed ten times.
"Don't worry about her now that everyone has left. Come on, take a walk with me."
"Okay, let's go see the Whomping Willow." The girl happily took Tom's arm.
The days after the exams were probably the longest days for Tom, because the award ceremony for the Order of Merlin, First Class was scheduled at the school year dinner.
He was too lazy to study these days. He would hang out with a few girls during the day and chat with the two Lao Dengs and Ariana in the study space at night.
Currently, the approval ratings of Grindelwald and Ariana have both reached 99, and they only need the final touch to reach full approval rating.
Tom also saw the crux of the matter. As long as Ariana was willing to accept the existence of the Obscurus and use it, and defeat Grindelwald, that would probably be the day when the two of them would reach the maximum level of recognition.
And judging by Ariana's recent behavior, she's been secretly practicing using the Obscurus, so she'll probably be able to do it soon.
Finally, after Slytherin defeated Hufflepuff with a big score and won this year's Quidditch Cup with three wins, it was the last day of this semester.
The hall was still decorated in the same silver and green combination that annoyed the other three houses but was familiar to Slytherin students.
This year was different from last year, when Dumbledore repeatedly gave Gryffindor extra points and they nearly reversed the situation.
This year, Slytherin's points were so high that they almost filled up the score column.
Dumbledore appeared in the hall wearing a brand new silver robe, and sumptuous food also appeared.
"Eat, children, and enjoy this wonderful evening!" Dumbledore said, and sat down in his seat with a smile, chatting in a low voice with Professor McGonagall.
"Do I really need to say it at this time? I think sending a letter during the holiday would be a good idea."
Professor McGonagall said seriously, "Albus, believe it or not, there will definitely be students who say they didn't pay attention to their letters during the summer vacation. They always find excuses for themselves, so we must personally inform everyone while they are here."
"Okay." Dumbledore glanced at the hall with pity. Many people were still happily meeting with their friends for the summer vacation and sharing their plans for the next two and a half months.
Are you happy?
I might start crying soon.
When the plates of food were empty and everyone expected Dumbledore to announce the winner of the House Cup, he simply said, "Please be patient. We have a group of special guests coming today. They will be here soon."
Special guest?
Before everyone could remain confused for long, the heavy oak door was pushed open, and the carefully dressed Fudge appeared with more than a dozen wizards. Since he often appeared in newspapers, many young wizards recognized his identity.
Dumbledore greeted him with a smile, and the two embraced each other warmly. The accompanying reporters clicked their shutters to capture the scene.
Standing below the guest of honor table, Dumbledore said in a loud voice: "Please allow me to introduce to you all, this is our Minister of Magic, Mr. Cornelius Fudge!"
Fudge wore a politician's friendly smile and waved towards the four long tables.
Today's protagonist is Tom, but that doesn't stop him from getting some exposure before the awards ceremony.
"I am very happy to be back at Hogwarts, especially for such an exciting event." Fudge said with a smile: "The people who followed me are all members of Sir Merlin's group.
Each of them is the backbone of the British wizarding world. We gather here to recognize Mr. Tom Riddle's contribution to the wizarding world and award him the Order of Merlin, First Class.
chapter!"
The focus of the whole audience immediately shifted from Fudge to Tom.
Under everyone's attention, Tom walked towards the guest of honor seat.
The character of Sauron is actually the plot pusher. First, it involves the North American line. Second, it is to maintain the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts. After all, Voldemort is not dead yet.
No one can get away with it, there must be a reason.
Don't worry about me giving away girls, I won't give away the main characters, or even the characters I created with great care (Professor McGonagall doesn't count).
Chapter 256: Merlin's Magical Perception, The Seventh Trial
The fifth palace in his mind shone brightly. Tom was in a good mood and didn't even care that Fudge was using him as a tool for show. He cooperated very well and completed the tedious award ceremony.
The system also issued a prompt sound.
[Congratulations to the host for receiving the highest local honor medal, rewarding 1,000 achievement points and 5,000 credits. This award can be obtained repeatedly, and the reward will be halved accordingly.]
What the hell, isn't it a repeat?
Tom, who was smiling while taking a photo with Fudge, smiled even brighter, with a hint of genuine joy.
Although it will be halved each time, you can still get about a thousand achievement points.
"Although it's a bit early now, I still want to say that you should come to the Ministry of Magic after graduation. The Ministry of Magic needs talents like you, and so do I.
After the ceremony, Fudge patted Tom on the shoulder and said with great respect.
Tom smiled and nodded: "I will go to the Ministry of Magic if I have the chance."
Putting aside what he was doing at the Ministry of Magic, it was simply impossible for Fudge to survive until his death.
After Fudge and his men left, the students gradually recovered from their shock.
Although there had been similar remarks in the newspapers before, saying that Tom would be awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class, the students had naturally forgotten about it because the awards had not been presented for such a long time.
A twelve-year-old winner of the Order of Merlin, First Class, was like being memorized spells in Makkabaka, and then a Nobel Prize winner appeared next to him.
How can the gap between humans be greater than that between humans and goblins?
But Dumbledore didn't give everyone much time to relax, because Fudge was too slow in presenting the awards, which took up a lot of time, and he still had a lot of things to announce next.
"Thank you, Mr. Riddle, for bringing unprecedented honor to Hogwarts. He is the youngest winner in history. For this, I would like to add 500 points to Slytherin."
"This year's House Cup winner is clear at a glance. Congratulations to Slytherin for winning the House Cup for the eighth consecutive year!"
The matter of Peter Pettigrew has not been concluded yet, and Fudge asked Dumbledore to keep it secret to prevent Crouch from getting the news and taking precautions in advance.
So he could only add points to Tom in this way.
The students didn't react much. The outcome wouldn't change with or without the 500 points, so they just gave him a perfunctory round of applause. Even Slytherin himself wasn't too excited, because they had won the award so many times that they were already used to it.
When the applause died down, Dumbledore's expression turned serious: "I have two pieces of bad news for you all.
"Professor Wilkinson has resigned from his position as professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for personal reasons. I can only respect his choice and wish him eternal happiness."
"In addition, Kerry Di Bubbaji has also resigned from her position as the Muggle Studies professor. She believes that she needs to gain a deeper understanding of today's Muggle society. In other words, Hogwarts will welcome two new professors tomorrow..."
The expressions of many young wizards became strange.
Professor Bubbage seemed to have changed after being scolded by Wilkinson. He was first hospitalized in St. Mungo's for a period of time, and after he was released, he became very silent.
Could it be that the Defense Against the Dark Arts curse has spread to other positions?
Professor Wilkinson looked harmless, but it turned out to be a professor killer who took two people away.
So terrifying!
"The last thing will be announced by Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore said, and Professor McGonagall stood up.
The decisive deputy dean didn't waste any time and got straight to the point: "Starting from next school year, the examination method at Hogwarts will undergo a reform.
"You will learn more about the specific changes in the new semester. I will only give you a brief introduction today."
"A baseline test will be conducted directly after the new semester begins, covering all the content of the current academic year."
"Are you kidding? Do we have to review even during the holidays?" George stood up excitedly and asked loudly.
"Professor Weasley."
Professor McGonagall glared at George and forced him back into his seat. "Do you want to face the most important fifth year class next semester with an empty head and the best students from all the magic schools in the world?"
"I love this school, and I believe you do too."
Professor McGonagall looked around. "In that case, you should also realize that, aside from a few outstanding students, most people still have significant shortcomings. Two months of precious time should not be wasted, even during the holidays."
Everyone understood the truth, but... except Hermione, no one could be happy.
Including Tom.
Professor McGonagall simply carried his suggestion forward, giving him a warning at the beginning of the school year. Who could be so wicked as to come up with such a lousy idea?
A-choo——!
Snape sneezed at an inopportune moment, breaking the silence.
"Enjoy your vacation, but don't forget your status as a student. Okay, that's all for today."
The students left the table listlessly one after another and went back to pack up their things.
Oh, there was one exception - the seventh-grade graduates. They all smiled with glee and mourned for the future of their younger classmates.
Tom asked Daphne to help her deal with the classmates who would come to celebrate with him in a while, and he put on the Disillusionment Charm and slipped out of the castle halfway.
He didn't know what kind of trouble the reward of Merlin's talent would cause, so it was safer in the Forbidden Forest. When he arrived at the unicorn's territory, Tom released Usagi to guard the surroundings.
Don't let the magical creatures disturb him, this is the way to touch the palace and receive the reward.
A stream of golden light flew out from the palace, turning from invisible to visible, and quickly spread throughout the body.
Tom shuddered, but soon returned to normal.
The next second, the world changed color in his eyes, and the dark night sky became a little brighter.
Looking into the distance, it seemed that many colorful light balls appeared in the forest, and the largest one was right above his head, which was Usagi.
At the same time, he also knew what his new talent was.
[Merlin's Magical Perception: The host will possess the same level of magical perception and acuity as Merlin.]
The introduction was so concise that it even confused Tom.
Magical perception, can this be considered a talent?
But soon, Tom realized the power of this talent.
Magic is a recognized abstract concept in the wizarding world, but no one will deny its existence, because denying magic is denying wizards.
Few people can objectively describe what magic is. It can only be felt more intuitively when casting spells or encountering high-concentration magic aggregates.
Now Tom can truly see the magic power, and can sense the flow of the magic power and the changes during the movement.
What abstract concepts are there? In fact, it's just an excuse for yourself because you are not good enough and lack talent.
Only now did he open his eyes to the world.
Tom is now like on the road to pursuing the 'Oiran', the source of magic, and suddenly tears off several layers of gauze, making the 'Oiran's' gorgeous appearance clearer [almost kissing the monster].
"Shatter into pieces." Tom took out his wand and released a crushing spell at an extremely slow speed.
He saw clearly the process of the spell changing from calm to violent and finally transforming into a violent energy explosion.
"Hiss..." The boy took a breath and contributed to global warming.
"No wonder Merlin is called the God of Magic. Others have to grope their way forward in the dark, but he takes open-book exams. How can he not be powerful?"
By mastering this ability, you can not only analyze yourself, but also learn from others and perceive the world more deeply.
Later, when he was learning the magic of Andros and Grindelwald, combined with the extraordinary mode, his speed was so fast that he couldn't even imagine it.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Tom's wild laughter spread throughout the forest, startling countless birds.
He usually wouldn't be so arrogant unless he couldn't help it.
...Please give me flowers......
This is much more useful than strengthening magical talent or certain specific magical talents. It is like installing a scanner and analyzer for him, which can achieve twice the result with half the effort in both learning and comprehension.
Seeing that his master was happy, Usagi came over affectionately, and then Tom fell to the ground.
"Ouch, my waist!"
"Usagi, you forgot to become smaller!"
Now Usagi's full body length has exceeded ten meters and its weight has exceeded five tons. Tom almost fainted.
"Woo~!"
Seeing that he had gotten into trouble, Usagi quickly shrank in size and tried to act cute.
"I don't blame you, why are you feeling wronged?"
Tom rubbed the faucet angrily, too lazy to get up, and lay on the ground to unlock the seventh trial.
[Seventh Trial: Profit!]
[Seventh Trial: Profit: After gaining fame, you also need profit. The host needs to earn 5 million Galleons to become the richest man in the magic world. Current mission progress: 0/500W
[Quest Reward: One golden apple, one golden apple tree seed.]
[Golden Apple: A wedding gift from Gaia, the Earth Goddess, to Hera. Eating it grants endless life, eternal youth, and the awakening of divine power. The Golden Apple tree requires immense magical energy to nourish it.]
[Note: The Golden Apple Trial is a punishment mission for Hercules. All cheating and opportunism are strictly prohibited. Profits earned must be reasonable and legal.]
Tom sat up.
What's the meaning!
Trial Palace, what do you mean?
Is Tom Riddle the kind of person who takes shortcuts or even cheats?
This is an insult to his character!
However, after seeing the reward, tears couldn't help but slide down from the corners of his mouth.
The Golden Apple...is not only a famous treasure in Greek mythology, but also very famous in Norse mythology.
Not to mention the vague divine power mentioned later, the eternal youth and immortality alone have surpassed all the treasures currently known in the magic world [even the Philosopher's Stone is not worthy of comparison.
More importantly, this reward also includes seeds, allowing him to become self-reliant.
From now on, he won't have to look for someone who's eighteen every year. He can just turn everyone he likes into an eighteen-year-old.
He used to disdain money. As long as one has the ability, money is just a thing outside of the body, and people will come to him with a lot of money.
But Tom suddenly felt the motivation to make money. The rubbish trial did not count towards the tens of thousands of Galleons he had worked so hard to earn.
Five million?
Hogwarts only costs 100,000 to 200,000 Galleons a year, so it will take forever to earn that much.
Is buying for zero yuan a legitimate business? How about trying it tomorrow?
Putting away the unicorn and holding Usagi, Tom walked towards the castle, already having several suitable candidates in mind.
The next day, Tom got up early and was about to go to the principal's office to pick up the gargoyles. When he arrived at the lounge, he saw Malfoy bragging to two followers. His eyes lit up and he walked over.
"Good morning, Tom." Malfoy greeted him quickly when he saw him, and the other two did the same.
"Good morning." Tom smiled and held out his hand: "I'm out of money, Draco, give me some money to spend.
Draco is fine, Malfoy is fine.
Malfoy complained madly in his heart, but his hands did not slow down at all. He not only took out the money on him, but also searched Crabbegoyle, and finally collected more than fifty Galleons.
Tom took the money and put it into his wallet.
The result is still 0.
It seems that this is a lack of recognition of the fruits of one's own labor.
A little disappointed, Tom walked out of the lounge under the puzzled gazes of the three people.
If robbery doesn't work, what about proper extortion?
Malfoy asked in confusion: "Didn't we give him all the money? Why does Tom look even more unhappy?"
The two idiots didn't respond to his words at all, but just nodded in agreement, which made Malfoy so angry that he turned around and went back to the dormitory entrance.
Chapter 257: Professor, Are You Willing?
"Bang, bang, bang!"
After removing the gargoyles from the door of the Headmaster's office and watching Dumbledore shabbily conjure a wooden door to block the entrance, Tom rushed to harass Snape while there was still some time.
Relying on the Marauder's Map, Tom accurately blocked the person in the courtyard garden.
"Riddle, what do you want?" Snape took two steps back in fear.
He was really afraid of Tom now. Every time Tom came to him, there was a 90% chance that it was a bad thing and a 10% chance that it was a good thing, but it was a good thing that made him feel sick.
It's very uncomfortable, neither going up nor down.
But no matter which one it is, he will be in great trouble.
Snape frantically built up shields for himself. "It's vacation time now. I have no obligation to answer your questions. I've also given you the medicine you requested. Hurry up and leave. How will you get home if you miss the train? See you next semester."
Tom didn't care about Snape's aloof attitude. He took two quick steps, blocked Snape's retreat, and said in a friendly manner, "Severus, since it's vacation time, I'll talk to you as a friend."
Snape...this kid is really taking advantage of others.
"Are you willing?" Before he could think of a way to drive Tom away, Tom asked a puzzling question.
"What?" Snape said, frowning.
Tom took a step forward and spoke softly, "Peter Pettigrew will soon be imprisoned in Azkaban. Do you think this is a fair punishment?"
"He's an Animagus, and he has learned advanced dark magic from Voldemort. Can you guarantee that he won't escape?"
Snape's face hardened, his eyes flashing with hatred, but he remained rational and said coldly, "What are you trying to say? Eliminate the roots? Now that Peter Pettigrew is imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic, what can I do?"
"Lily..." Tom sighed, "I feel so sorry when I think about how Harry's mother died at the hands of Voldemort and no one avenged her."
"I heard from Professor McGonagall that she was her favorite student. She was gentle and kind, just like my Hermione..."
"Enough!" A roar interrupted Tom. Snape's face flushed red, his muscles twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Riddle, what do you want to say!"
"Professor, I just want to give you a chance to take revenge yourself and vent all the hatred you've had for so many years."
Tom smiled brightly. "After Peter Pettigrew's trial, the Ministry of Magic was sending him to Azkaban."
"You even have the perfect person to take the blame. Those Death Eaters who are still at large must hate him for being the one responsible for Voldemort's disappearance.
"The only thing missing... is strength."
Tom took out a copy of 'I Chat' and stuffed it into Snape's arms.
"Normally, a full team of Aurors would escort a criminal, but Peter Pettigrew is different.
He's a serious criminal, so there will be at least two teams of Aurors, and possibly even Dementors.
Dealing with them will be a real hassle for you.
If you can't reveal your identity, your chances of success are very low, and there's also the risk of Peter Pettigrew escaping during the chaos."
"So... you need a helper."
Snape looked at him vaguely: "This helper is you?"
Tom spread his hands and asked, "Looking across the UK, no, the whole world, can you find someone more suitable than me?"
Snape didn't answer immediately, but lowered his head in thought.
Tom was right. It was too risky for him to go alone to ambush the enemy, and his greatest advantage was that he had no friends.
It is impossible to find a capable and trustworthy helper.
The best choice turned out to be Riddle, not that they had a very good relationship.
The most important thing is that this guy is a bad guy.
Snape knew very well that Riddle was indifferent to many things unless there was a profit to be made. So what about this time?
"What do you want?" Snape asked, looking up. "You went to such great lengths to get me to kill Peter Pettigrew. What do you want from me?"
Tom smiled slightly. "Don't be nervous, Professor. I just want to earn some pocket money. A few hundred million Galleons will be enough."
"Garon?"
Snape looked at him in disbelief, as if he had just heard a joke: "You're still short of money? Greengrass is bankrupt?"
Now it was Tom's turn to be upset: "Professor, I'm not a gigolo. It seems you have a deep misunderstanding of me."
Aren't you a softie?
Snape's mouth twitched.
He admitted that Tom was capable of living well on his own, but that did not conflict with being a gigolo.
Even he, a professor, knew that the Greengrass sisters bought things for Tom every now and then, as well as Granger.
Now, he buys nothing from head to toe himself.
"It's a deal. How much do you want?" Snape quickly agreed, fearing that Tom might go back on his word.
Will the Potions Master be short of money?
It's a joke.
Tom held up three fingers: "Thirty thousand Galleons!"
Snape almost jumped up: "Riddle, why don't you go and grab it!"
"Robbery is such a hassle," Tom said jokingly. "Professor, isn't the chance to avenge Lily Evans worth thirty thousand rones?"
It's not that Tom didn't want more, but he knew that Snape was not short of money, but he didn't have much either.
There is just no shortage of opportunities and abilities to make money.
With the summer vacation about to begin and the bus service about to start, Snape could only come up with 30,000 Galleons in such a short time. He wouldn't be able to come up with much more.
"That's cruel of you, Riddle," Snape said savagely, but clearly in agreement.
Even though he knew that Tom was using Lily as an excuse for his evil heart, he just couldn't refuse. As long as he could kill Peter Pettigrew, he would accept being stabbed.
Tom smiled and pointed at me. "The instructions are in there. Contact me anytime if you need me to help."
After saying that, Tom released Rayquaza, jumped on it, and flew towards Hogsmeade Station.
The train hummed and started on time.
Tom, Daphne and others occupied a box again, and this time Ginny also came in with Luna.
The girls in the box were chatting and laughing, talking freely about various topics, while Tom was staring out the window in a daze.
"What are you thinking about?" Until lunch, he was still in a daze. Miyeni finally couldn't help asking.
"Me..." Tom came back to his senses: "Nothing, I just set a goal for myself and was thinking about how to achieve it.
"What goal?" Hermione asked casually while eating scrambled eggs.
"How to make five million Galleons quickly."
puff----!
The milk in Ginny's mouth sprayed out, but fortunately it sprayed onto the ground, "Mr. Duo?"
The others also looked at Tom in surprise. In English, the unit of "million" (milion) has been changed, so no one suspected that they had heard it wrong.
But... can the magnitude of five million be associated with Garlon?
"Tom, you don't have a fever, do you?" Hermione reached out and touched the boy's forehead. "Five million Galleons, that's twenty-five million pounds. The wizarding world's economy is underdeveloped, I doubt Britain has that many Galleons."
"Yes, Britain has this much money." Bigfenny nodded her head.
Hermione...that's right, these purebred dog owners have been around for hundreds or thousands of years, and they probably have a lot of gold stored up.
"But it's not the kind of money that one person can earn, right?"
"Well...it's not impossible?"
Tom's eyes lit up. "Daphne, do you have an idea?"
The little witch's face flushed red, and she leaned half of her body against Tom's shoulder. She put her soft lips close to his ear and whispered, "Well...if we get engaged, then Greengrass's will be yours, right? Oh, no, you have to take away Astoria's half, too."
"But even if it's half, there must be five million Galleons." "Isn't it simple?"
Tom was dumbfounded.
Is she really a genius? Am I also a genius—a born gigolo?
Hermione and the others were also dumbfounded.
Although Daphne tried her best to lower her voice, the box was so big and everyone's attention was still on the two of them, so she only heard the general idea of what was said intermittently.
Except for Luna, everyone else looked at the little witch as if she were a traitor.
Well, you, Daphne with thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually want to sneak away?
Even Astoria was angry, with a pout on her face. Why should she give up her half? She could also help Tom.
"I'm talking about making money, not... not..." Tom couldn't quite put his finger on it. "It's too early to talk about that now. Sweetheart, eat quickly. I'll think about it for a while..."
Daphne looked unhappy, but seeing that Tom had entered a daze again, she didn't dare to disturb him and could only vent her frustration on food.
What a great opportunity...and failed again.
When can we finally bring Tom back home?
[bite!]
The sudden reminder sound in his mind brought Tom back to his senses.
[The summary has been completed. Please check your academic year summary and receive your rewards.]
Tom clicked on the details page with a sudden thought.
Congratulations, host, on a fulfilling second year.
During this year, you, with your courage and defiance of authority, eliminated the cancer within the teaching staff, fully utilized your academic abilities, sparked a wave of renewed interest in pure-bloods within the wizarding world, and led Slytherin to victory in the House Cup with an unprecedented score.
Completed the second stage of the quest "Hogwarts' Best Student Ever." Completed with a perfect score (record-breaking house score increase). Received 1,000 achievement points, 5,000 house points, and a chance to win a legendary prize.
Yes!
Tom punched himself in the face.
He knew that breaking the record would definitely bring benefits. Not only did he get a thousand achievement points, but he was also rewarded with a legendary lottery.
[Host: Tom Riddle
Status: Hogwarts (prospective) third-year student
Credits, 11,863
Achievement Points: 4,784
Reward to be used: One legendary lottery chance]
Seeing that he was only two hundred achievement points away from 5,000 points, Tom was about to explode.
I've been saving for a year and a half, but why am I still two hundred points short?
No, I have to publish more papers during the summer vacation. I must summon the first immortal legendary professor at all costs.
A long whistle sounded at Nine and Three Quarters Station, and the Hogwarts Express slowly stopped amid the anticipation of the parents.
The students rushed to their families whom they had missed for a long time, and warm scenes could be seen everywhere on the platform.
"Remember to reply my message." Ginny pointed at me and took Luna's hand and walked towards the family with the iconic red hair.
"Mom!" The girl threw herself into Mrs. Weasley's arms and acted coquettishly.
"My darling." Jasmine patted her head lovingly, then asked, "Is the boy who just spoke to you Riddle?"
"Yes, that's Tom."
"What a good kid, good-looking and kind.
Molly was generous with her praise, leaving the other Weasleys dumbfounded.
Percy clearly remembered that in the letter, Molly asked him to stop Tom and Ginny from dating, but now her attitude suddenly changed. She said in disbelief: "Mom, didn't you say..."
"Percy! That's enough!" Molly interrupted him.
"I later learned that Riddle was a good boy. He even received the Order of Merlin, First Class. What an achievement, isn't it?"
"Ginny will become a better person if she is friends with such an outstanding child. Please stop interfering in your sister's affairs."
Ginny made faces at her brothers smugly.
Why did Jasmine undergo such a drastic change?
Because Ginny blew herself up.
She told Molly everything about the diary and Voldemort, and emphasized Tom's role (the part about hanging him was deleted).
After reading it, Jasmine was terrified and of course felt grateful to Tom.
With six sons and one daughter, it is easy to imagine how favored Ginny is in the Weasley family. Tom is simply the savior of their family.
Is there anything wrong with getting closer to your savior? Absolutely not.
Of course, for Ginny's privacy, she would not tell the secret to George and others, and could only let them continue to wonder.
On the other side, Tom took a few quick steps and stopped the Malfoy family.
"Mr. Lucius, long time no see."
"Mr. Riddle... Lucius Malfoy forced a smile and calmly shielded his wife and son behind him. After a long time, he still couldn't forget the past.
Tom looked at him with indifference.
"Let's make an appointment to chat tomorrow?"
Tom smiled, as if he didn't notice Lucius's little movement, and Zhou Yuzang lowered his head a little.
"Let's talk about the diary."
Lucius felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and nodded mechanically.
Chapter 258: I Am a Student and Also a School Director, Kel'thuzad's Notes
The first day of a wonderful holiday.
A small cafe in Diagon Alley has been booked by Lucius Malfoy specifically to host Tom.
Why choose here?
Lucius really didn't dare tell Tom the address of Malfoy Manor, as it would be no different from handing over his own secrets.
Lucius came alone without Narcissa and Draco, and he was fidgeting as he thought about how to deal with the situation.
When Tom mentioned the diary yesterday, he knew he was exposed, but did Dumbledore know about it?
And what was Tom's purpose in asking him out?
Just as Lucius was thinking of a countermeasure, the wind chimes at the door made a crisp sound, the door opened, and Tom walked in.
Lucius stood up subconsciously, but only realized how humble he had been when Tom sat down opposite him. He quickly forced himself to appear calm and nodded slightly.
"Mr. Riddle."
When his eyes met the boy's, Lucius lowered his head guiltily. Those eyes seemed to be able to see through everything. Although they did not carry any hostility, they still made him timid.
This kid is really weird.
Lucius cursed inwardly.
Hogwarts was more like a seal to Tom. The comfortable and cheerful atmosphere, surrounded by silly and cute students, made his mentality a lot more childish. But once he left the school, it was like the seal was released, and he no longer had to hide or suppress anything.
His powerful strength and endless trump cards all increased his aura invisibly, and Merlin's perception ability made those who looked at him feel that they had no secrets at all.
"Mr. Malfoy, to cut a long story short, I have nothing else to do."
Tom glanced at his watch and said casually, "The diary belonging to Voldemort 17 is now in Dumbledore's hands. He has been studying it for a long time, and... Ginny Weasley has confessed everything.
"Honestly, Mr. Malfoy, you're being rather crude in doing things that you'd even think of doing it yourself."
"Don't talk nonsense without evidence." Lucius said stubbornly, "I don't know what diary you're talking about, or what Ginny Weasley [that poor family] has to do with me?"
"Playing dumb won't solve the problem."
The boy tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and the clamor of the street suddenly hit the mute button, preventing it from reaching the cafe. "No matter how many excuses you make here, it's meaningless. Dumbledore said it was you, so that's you. Do you understand?"
Lucius felt as if someone had grabbed his throat, unable to utter a single word. His remaining pride vanished completely, and he could only dejectedly say, "Mr. Riddle, state your terms."
"If you were really on the same side as Dumbledore, there would be no need to ask me out."
"Since you told me this, it proves that you also have something to ask for, and it's different from Dumbledore's."
As a representative of the fence-sitters, Lucius Malfoy is now extremely panicked, but his mind has become more flexible because of his desire to survive.
"Dealing with smart people saves time and effort." Tom smiled slightly: "Actually, Dumbledore doesn't want to kill you. You must know him well. Everything he does is within the rules. But you can definitely do it even if you are in dire trouble."
Lucius nodded and sneered, "This is also what makes us most at ease about Dumbledore. We hate him, but we are not afraid of him.
Not even as intimidating as you, Riddle.
He added silently in his heart.
"Before leaving school, I had a talk with Dumbledore." Tom leaned forward slightly. "Hand over your seat as Hogwarts governor, and that's the end of it."
"A board seat? Riddle, you're asking for too much!" Lucius said in surprise.
The Hogwarts board of directors would not let him earn an extra knut, but instead he had to invest a considerable amount of money every year. However, this was a symbol of his status and background, and it was something he could show off to the pure-bloods.
His reaction was exactly what Tom expected. People are like that; they won't turn back until they hit a wall. "You can still look down on me if you hand it over to me. If you don't hand it over to me, Dumbledore will contact the other eleven directors and forcibly remove you from the board."
"How dare he!" Lucius slammed the table in anger.
"You are to blame for giving Dumbledore this opportunity. Calm down, Mr. Malfoy."
Tom pressed down slightly with one hand, and Lucius fell back into his chair in fear. The young man said softly, "We haven't finished discussing our affairs yet. It's a little early to vent your anger now."
Lucius thought Tom was going to resort to force, and explained in a panic, "I need time to think about it, Riddle. I can't make a decision based on your one-sided statement.
"Tomorrow, I'll give you an answer tomorrow, okay?"
"Can."
Tom nodded slightly and took a sip of his coffee.
"Then let's talk about the diary."
Lucius felt that Tom's appetite was too big: "A board seat is not enough, what else do you want?"
Tom smiled, with pity in his eyes: "Mr. Malfoy, you have no idea how much trouble your behavior has caused yourself. Just now you were just trying to appease Dumbledore's anger, but what about Voldemort?"
"This isn't really a deal, it's... advice."
Lucius' body trembled slightly when he heard Voldemort again. "What advice?"
Tom drank the last of his coffee and said, "Let's go back and check. With the Malfoy family's background, there should be some records related to 'Horcruxes'. [After reading this, you will understand why I said that.]
After saying that, Tom turned and walked out of the cafe.
The noise from the outside world came back into Lucius' ears. He was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, hurried home, and went into the library to start looking up information.
"Riddle boy, it's better to stay here."
It was a sunny day. Tom returned to Riddle's house and came to the garden. When the gargoyles saw him, they sighed with satisfaction.
"I've forgotten what sunlight feels like. All I can do in the castle is stare at the candlelight every day."
Tom smiled and patted its head. "If you like it, let it bask in the sun more. I'll ask Pala to wax it and give it a good maintenance."
"No." The gargoyle shook his head quickly. "How can I let a lowly house-elf touch my noble body? If anyone wants to paint it, it should be you."
"I don't have the time." Tom immediately refused, but then changed the subject: "But if you do me a small favor, I can reluctantly do the maintenance for you.
The gargoyle looked at him askance and said, "You Slytherins are such cunning people. Tell me, what do you want me to do? I'm just a statue, don't make it difficult for me.
"That's easy." Tom smiled and said, "All you need is for you to be Hermione and the others' sparring partner. You're thick-skinned anyway, so you won't feel a bit of a hit."
"As long as you agree, I will ensure that you return to Hogwarts in good shape."
Hearing that it was just such a small matter, the gargoyle was relieved and readily agreed: "No problem, let those little girls beat you up as much as they want.
"Okay, go ahead and bask in the sun. I'll go tell them. Oh, they have to guard the gate at night, too."
"I'm fine, no need to worry."
At lunchtime, Tom told Daphne and Astoria what they had just discussed with the gargoyles. Daphne and Astoria didn't care much, but Hermione was very happy.
Looking at Daphne, who was so carefree and only cared about eating, drinking and having fun, Tom said helplessly, "Don't worry, I didn't remind you. You still have exams after school starts. No matter how lazy you are, you must set aside half an hour every day to study."
"What can you learn in half an hour?" Hermione frowned, thinking that Tom's expectations of Wolfney were too low.
"That's enough for her, as long as she doesn't back down."
Tom never thought that Daphne needed to become very strong, as long as she was above the average person.
She has now drunk all the strengthening potions to the point where they have no effect. Her life essence has improved a lot, and she only needs to put in half the effort of others, or even less.
"Hehe, Tom is the best to me." Daphne raised her eyebrows at Hermione in a protesting manner, which was so childish that Hermione just wanted to laugh and not get angry at all.
But I am also a little envious.
Unfortunately, she is not the type of person who likes to act cute and coquettish, and prefers to be self-reliant.
During lunch break, Daphne and the other two went to take a nap, while Tom went to the deepest room in the basement.
This is his laboratory, and also the safest and most isolated room in the entire villa. The walls are all covered with thick iron plates and protected by various magic. The outside world cannot disturb it, and the movement here cannot be transmitted out.
A book with a purple cover and looking tattered suddenly appeared in Tom's hands.
Just holding it in your hand without opening it, the surrounding space seems to be distorted, and the book at the center of the distortion has a strange charm, which makes people feel unbearable pain and deeply attracted at the same time, until they go completely crazy in the end.
This is not just a book, but also a strange and terrifying magic prop——[Kelgard's Notebook (H)]
When Tom drew this book through the legend lottery last night, he was completely stunned.
Of course he knew the famous Mr. Kel'Thuzad.
The great lich second only to the Lich King in World of Warcraft, was originally a member of the six-member Council of the Kirin Tor, and almost stood at the pinnacle of human mages.
Later, he was bewitched by the first Lich King, Ner'zhul, and transformed himself into a lich, and began to torment the world from then on.
Several of his superiors have passed away, but he is still active.
He was involved in everything from the Undead Scourge to summoning the Burning Legion to invading the Shadow Plane. He is a hard-working villain, and he was beaten all the way from the level 60 version to the Sanctuary of Domination.
Although it is only the first part of the notes, it is definitely worthy of the quality of a legendary lottery. If it were the complete book, it would definitely be a level higher.
But given his style, shouldn't he be rewarded with a Book of Medivh?
He doesn't want to cause any undead disaster!
But Tom felt that it would be a real loss if he didn't study it. This notebook had been completely tamed by the system, and all the bewitching whispers and negative spells could not affect him, so he dared to open it and read it with confidence.
After a quick review, Tom found that things were not as bad as he thought.
It is said to be the notes of the Archlich, but it also records Kel'Thuzad's magical experience and experimental records during his human period. Some of them are useless in this world, but some can be applied to other cases and simulated through magic.
What is most useful to him at the moment is Kel'Thuzad's understanding of frost magic, spiritual magic, and a large number of biological experiment records.
Compared to Slytherin's pitiful experiments, Mr. K's records are much richer.
Originally, he wanted to study in the learning space, but the system told him that because the space level was too low, it was unable to simulate the spiritual guidance that originally came with the notes, so it would be faster to learn in reality.
But this did not pose a problem for Tom. He devoted part of his energy to entering the meditation room and enjoying the bonus of the meditation room, which still improved his efficiency.
While Tom was learning knowledge that would terrify the world, Lucius Ma
Elford also returned to the manor.
Ignoring the questions from his wife and son, he went straight into the library and began looking for information related to Horcruxes.
It wasn't until nightfall, when he told Narcissa for the third time that he wasn't going out to dinner, that Lucius finally got his reward.
A note written by Malfoy's ancestors in the 15th century describes the efficacy and function of Horcruxes, as well as the evil deeds done by a Horcrux maker at the time, but there is no recipe for making them.
Law.
As he watched, Lucius' face turned pale and sweat dripped down.
Bang!
Lucius slammed the book shut and collapsed to the floor.
He was badly tricked by Tom Riddle this time!
Both of them are pitting him!