Chapter 339: The Definition of the Demon King, Is Mr. Newt Owed Wages?
Dumbledore had just seen Nicol there and guessed that he would protect his son, but... Nicol Flamel's reaction was far more intense than he had imagined. He was even angry with him?
"Nicol, you seem very angry?" Dumbledore asked frankly, "I don't mean to blame Tom. I don't fully understand the truth of the matter yet. I am just asking."
"Well, the truth of the matter is pretty much what they said?" Tom said uncertainly: "There was no problem in the first half. After I left, Usagi chose to stay and play for a while.
He likes the North American air, and as for what she did, I really don't know."
Dumbledore's face was full of helplessness. "Tom, the conflict has been completely intensified. Usagi has killed more than ten wizards, including members of Graves and members of the Ministry of Magic."
"Can you please get her out of there first, no matter what?"
"Professor, I'm afraid not." Tom shook his head. "If Graves doesn't completely surrender this time, Usagi won't leave. Otherwise, who will take my words seriously in the future?
"Don't try to persuade me. This has nothing to do with you. I don't need your help. Just watch."
"Tom, let me talk to Albus." Nicolas Flamel took the address book. Tom was happy to have some free time seeing the old man volunteered, so he got up and went to another room to chat with Madame Perenelle.
The last thing he heard Nico say before entering the house was, "Dumbledore, which side are you on?"
The door was closed, and because of the soundproofing, Tom couldn't hear what was being said outside. Anyway, he was sure that they wouldn't sell him out.
Inside the room, Madame Perenelle was teasing Little Seven with a smile on her face. When she saw Tom come in, she quickly asked him to sit over and asked him a lot of questions about Little Seven.
Madame Perenelle was not a simple housewife. She was older than Nicolas Flamel. What outsiders did not know was that it was she who led Nicolas on the path of alchemy and provided him with his first pot of gold. It could be said that Perenelle was both Nicolas's teacher and his financial backer.
Otherwise, Nico always talks about the tricks he played back then, and Tom really can't compare to him in this regard.
Until Nicol's alchemy attainments surpassed hers, Perenelle quietly changed her identity and became an assistant, but her research on alchemy definitely surpassed most people in the world.
The questions asked are all professional, but also have some unique female perspectives.
"Tom, since you call Xiaoqi an alchemical creature, can she learn magic?" Perenelle stroked Xiaoqi's head and asked a very crucial question.
The difference between a living being and a puppet lies in thinking and learning.
Even the gargoyles, the most lifelike creatures, were essentially puppets operating according to the rules set by their creators, and their apparent intelligence was only due to the caster's superb magic.
But Xiaoqi is different. She may not be as smart as the gargoyles. She can be lazy, make mistakes, and can also sense other people's emotions.
In terms of emotions, it fully meets the requirements of living beings.
Can learn magic
Tom shook his head. "Not yet. Xiao Qi is missing a key ritual. She can only use the engraved magic now."
Perenelle pondered. "A magical riot?"
"You are so wise." Tom exclaimed: "That's right, it's a magic riot, a process that every wizard will go through. Only the magic generated after the magic riot is the magic of alchemical creatures like Xiaoqi, and they have absolute control over it.
Perenelle looked at the boy with a smile, as if he was looking at Nicol, who once vowed to research the elixir of immortality.
Nicole was successful in the past, and now she firmly believes that Tom will succeed too.
At sunset, two or four Pegasus horses and their carriage landed in the back garden.
When Tom and Madame Perenelle walked out of the box, Nicole just closed the address book, apparently having just finished talking to Dumbledore.
"What's going on?" Tom asked casually, "Is the principal going to come and arrest me himself? Who will you help then?"
"Okay, Dumbledore has figured it out." Nico handed over the address book. "The next thing won't affect you."
The boy shrugged nonchalantly. "It wouldn't affect me anyway. I didn't use any magic the entire time. Doesn't the Statute of Secrecy forbid underage wizards from fighting?"
"You really don't have any magic skills?"
Nico was stunned. Thinking back to what Dumbledore had just told him, he had originally thought it was an exaggeration, but it turned out to be true?
"So I said, I won't be in trouble."
Tom smiled and waved his hand. The steps on the carriage automatically extended to the grass. "Let's go. It looks like everyone else is here."
At Hogwarts, Dumbledore rarely took out his wine glass and poured himself a full glass of whiskey.
When his hand touched the wine glass, frost quickly formed on the wall of the glass, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the optimal drinking temperature.
From beginning to end, it was Nicolas Flamel who was lecturing him almost entirely.
To be honest, Dumbledore had never felt this kind of feeling of being scolded in a long time, and he had never experienced it in his entire life.
"Albus, there is no right or wrong in this world, only worth or not worth."
"For a group of greedy and ulterior motives, you're going to push Tom to the opposite side, and even include me?"
Dumbledore certainly understands this. Isn't "for the greatest good" the best description of Nico's words?
But he overlooked two very important points.
First, different positions naturally lead to different interests.
Second, Tom...is already the devil.
The so-called Demon King does not necessarily have to have done something bad, but rather someone who places his personal will above the universal values of the magical world and has the ability to do so.
Grindelwald was once like this, Voldemort was once like this, and he was also using various means to influence the world and make everything go according to his own plans and intentions.
Now it was Tom's turn.
Grindelwald has ideals that resonate with countless people and a powerful ability to persuade others, while Voldemort relies on unscrupulous black magic and the means of spreading fear.
Tom is different from these two people. Instead, he is more like him. He uses emotions as a bond and unknowingly has won over many people to his side, and some of them even do better than him.
Back then, he begged Nico to help, and he only helped once. After that, Nico ignored him.
Newt also reluctantly agreed and rushed to various battlefields for him.
But now, before Tom could say anything, Nico took the initiative to stand up. Tina and Newt probably had similar reactions.
If the talks really fell apart, Dumbledore couldn't even imagine the chaos the wizarding world would be in. Wouldn't Grindelwald be laughing out loud?
You can doubt an alchemist's direct combat capability, but you cannot doubt that his endless supply of alchemical items possess various strange abilities. For over six hundred years... as long as Nicolas Flamel wanted, he could create more trouble than Grindelwald and Voldemort combined.
After drinking a glass of wine, Dumbledore sighed silently.
He opened his address book and began to contact his connections. Now that he had made the decision, he could no longer hesitate. Otherwise, if he remained vague and neutral, he would only make everyone his own.
At this time, Tom's house was very lively.
A huge Christmas tree was placed in the backyard, its branches wrapped with silver wire and adorned with all sorts of exquisite ornaments. "There were even ten sparkling lucky stars at the top of the tree.
Hearing the noise, Mrs. Greengrass, who had arrived earlier, came out with her daughter and the Newts to greet the two.
"…Greetings, Mr. Flamel." Mrs. Greengrass greeted with great respect.
"We're all family, no need to be so polite."
Nico smiled and nodded to everyone, exchanged a few simple greetings, and didn't say any other pleasantries.
He and Greengrass had no relationship before, but now... he was considered the man's parent, so it was very appropriate to say they were a family.
The villa was also decorated with a festive atmosphere by the little Lubans, but they did not learn any cooking skills. Two house-elves were busy in the kitchen and bursts of fragrance were wafting out of the kitchen.
Madam Greengrass chatted with Perenelle, the little Lubans watched the house-elves cook, and Nicol watched them.
Tom rearranged the dining room, transforming the long table into a round one.
Because of the practice of separate dining, round tables are rarely used in the West. They are basically not used for dining, but for meetings, reflecting the concept of equality among participants.
But when the family gathers for dinner, a round table is more lively. The steps of serving food can be completed in the kitchen, and the food (Qian Nuo Zhao) can be transferred to everyone's plate through magic.
Seeing that he had nothing to do, Newt came over to help, and the two chatted about their recent situation.
Uncle Newt encountered something unpleasant.
There are two kinds of fire dragons in the UK, one is the Welsh Green Dragon and the other is the Hebridean Black Dragon. The green dragon is the most docile. Of course, among fire dragons, it is still much more ferocious than other animals.
The British Ministry of Magic raises more than twenty green dragons. Every year, they collect materials and provide them to various manufacturers, which helps the Ministry earn some funds.
Not long ago, a dragon plague suddenly broke out among the green dragon tribe. Although this plague will not kill the fire dragons, it will affect their already poor fertility.
It just so happened that many people knew that Newt had returned to England to settle down, so the people from the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures went to ask him to treat their illness.
The reward Newt asked for was not money, but several herbs that grew near the dragon's lair, and the Ministry of Magic agreed.
But by the time the dragon was cured, the promised herbs were gone. They had all been sold by the Ministry of Magic, and a new batch would not be ready until June of next year.
Bang--!
"How can this be possible!"
Tom slammed his palm on the newly moved tea table. "Isn't it obvious that you think you're easy to talk to and are deliberately withholding money?"
"Uncle Newt, why don't you just change your identity and go to ask for your salary? How about your nickname be Jackal?"
Chapter 340: A Warm Christmas Eve, Grindelwald Adds Fuel to the Fire
If you really think about it, the blame can actually be put on Tom.
The Ministry of Magic has a limited annual budget. Now, in order to restrict him from selling goods to Grindelwald, the British Ministry of Magic and some other magical ministries are squeezing out a large amount of budget. When they are short of money, of course they will sell everything.
"Jackal? Why is it called that nickname?" Newt asked curiously.
"Cold and rational, revenge is the way to go. If you are not ruthless, how can others be afraid of you?" Tom Zhang said coldly.
Newt smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not a big problem, after all, the Ministry of Magic didn't say no, it's just that there are two herbs that I urgently need.
"We can't spoil them." Tom felt a little regretful. Why did Uncle Newt have such a good temper?
Anyone who dares to owe him money is guaranteed to be more treacherous than Graves now.
"I'll talk to my mother-in-law about it later." Tom placed the candlestick on the table, turned it around, and found the right place. "What other herbs do you need?"
Newt mentioned a few things, and Tom thought about it and realized that he had all of them in his own small treasury.
This material was not collected by him on his own initiative, but by Indini.
In order to win over Fox, Daphne bought all kinds of strange herbs, but every time Fox ate them and left, completely ignoring her. Over time, the little witch found it boring, and all the remaining herbs were put into Tom's warehouse.
Newt didn't bother to be polite with Tom and just said he would pay it back after the Ministry of Magic paid him his salary.
Half an hour later, all the preparations for the dinner were completed and everyone was seated. Daphne was still holding a little Luban in her arms, and the smile on the girl's face never disappeared because this was her first time to spend Christmas at Tom's house.
"Tom, you are the host, say something." Nicole reminded.
The boy scratched his head awkwardly: "We're all family, is there any need to go to such trouble?"
"Of course it's necessary," Mrs. Greengrass continued. "I'm not asking you to use those official rhetoric, but just to look forward to the expectations for next year." "Don't refuse."
"All right."
Tom stood up, holding a glass of orange juice, and looked at everyone. "In the new year, the most important thing is, of course, good health and safety. I hope everyone stays safe and healthy."
"As for my expectations, I hope to make greater progress in alchemy and earn more money along the way. What do you think?"
"Very well." Mrs. Greengrass nodded with a smile.
"Why do you care so much about money lately?" Nicolas Flamel was a little dissatisfied with the latter point.
Tom shrugged. "I'm not interested in money. I just enjoy making it."
Perenelle glared at Nicol with annoyance. "What's wrong with a kid having a hobby? Didn't you enjoy watching cows and horses mate back then?"
Nico was horrified and quickly reached out to cover Perenal's mouth, but the old man was too slow. Perenal had finished speaking before his hand reached his mouth.
Everyone was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter. Only the two girls laughed very subtly, with their pretty faces flushed.
"Teacher, I didn't expect you to have such a hobby." Tom teased. He finally had a piece of Nico's dark history.
The atmosphere suddenly became lively, with a few women mostly sharing various interesting stories, Newt and Nicole's dark history, and the jokes the two sisters made when they were young.
Only Tom is safe. No one can expose his dark history because he is an orphan.
He also opened the study space to let Grindelwald see his old acquaintances, but unfortunately Grindelwald only watched for a few minutes, scolded Nico for three seconds, and Newtina left after ten minutes. He was also very busy and had to brainwash the new saints.
No, this is called instilling ideas and finding like-minded companions. If it is not convenient, then force it to be convenient.
Ariana, on the other hand, kept looking at the scene outside, with envy flashing in her eyes. She also wanted to join in the fun.
Throughout the dinner, Tom and Nicole didn't mention what happened in North America. It seemed that Newt and Tina didn't know the situation yet, otherwise they wouldn't be so calm.
It is very likely that those dead Aurors and even the Graves family have Tina's descendants or even apprentices, but Tom will not hold back. There are so many relatives and friends in the wizarding world. If he is cautious about all of them, he can't afford to offend anyone.
So never compromise yourself because of the people around you. The person who is accommodated is the happiest person.
After eating and drinking, it started snowing heavily in the courtyard. Everyone lit a fire on the terrace, put out rocking chairs, and waited leisurely for Christmas to come.
Nico mentioned his intention to move in, which made Newt very curious: "Nico, aren't you planning to move in?"
The old man pointed helplessly behind him and said, "Tom has already created alchemical creatures, so how can I stay in Paris? It would be more convenient to be closer. [Paris Wen Song can do research with ten of us.]
"Help me find a piece of land so I can build the house this month."
"Leave it to me. Tom has chosen a piece of land. It's right on the top of the mountain next to mine. There's also a good spot a little lower down the mountainside."
No matter what, Nico moving in is good news. Not only will he have a companion, but most importantly, Nico is a potion master who can help him concoct many difficult potions.
After twelve o'clock, Astoria was too sleepy to open her eyes.
Tom carefully carried her back to the bedroom.
Seeing this, Daphne immediately pretended to be asleep.
Tom saw her eyes secretly observing him through her hair, but he pretended not to notice and carried her back anyway.
The adults who saw this all smiled knowingly.
Lucky girls!
No words were spoken that night.
The moment Tom opened his eyes, he saw a mountain of packages, which had formed a wall between his bed and the door. It was worth it that he had temporarily stopped the concealment magic last night just to see this pleasant scene.
Even though many gifts are not of great value, it is always relaxing to unpack them, especially since he doesn't have to clean up the packaging waste afterwards.
Tom worked from 7:30 in the morning until 9:00, and Astoria came to help. The two of them finally sorted out all the gifts before 11:00. As for Daphne, she also wanted to help, but Astoria disliked her sister's clumsiness and the noise she made to make trouble, so she drove her out.
She now understood why fools have good fortune, just like Luban No. 7. Tom liked this kind of thing.
In the afternoon, people set up barbecue grills in the courtyard to prepare for barbecue. Generally, people do not go out on Christmas Day and most shops will be closed. The next day is the day for shopping.
Tom was still wondering why the response from North America was so slow. It had been several days and they still hadn't come to him to complain to Dumbledore.
...Please give me flowers...
It's not that someone is carrying the burden for him, it's simply... the Ministry of Magic is also on holiday.
It is impossible to expect most of the lazy wizards to work overtime.
Only a few responsible Ministry of Magic officials are on duty, but the relationship between Britain and the United States... those who understand will understand.
They look down on each other, and they do not have absolute strength to crush each other like Muggles.
They can only be yoked father and son.
The North American Ministry of Magic did send an official letter, but the staff on duty saw the 'MACUSA' logo on it and threw it into the non-emergency documents without even looking at it, waiting for the corresponding department to deal with it one by one after the holiday.
At the same time, Dumbledore's defense also played a role.
He bit Tom to death as a passive counterattack, and the initial casualties were manslaughter within Graves's group, so they should not be blamed on him. If he had not used the Killing Curse, such a tragedy would not have occurred.
Dumbledore is now being led by the nose. In the original book, he was scolded by Fudge as an old lunatic and deprived of all the power that could be deprived. He did not edit for himself, but now he starts to help Tom build connections.
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Just because of the name Dumbledore, as long as you take it seriously, even if you say black is white, there will be many people who will suspect that they are under a confusion spell and that Dumbledore is right.
Cole Haug, the president of the Magical Congress of North America, was shocked and angry. He did not expect Dumbledore to be so unsportsmanlike and use his power to bully others.
They simply decided not to cover it up and spread the scandal directly. The next day, the New York Ghost recorded Graves's miserable situation - he had no home to return to, he was always worried, and the dog at the door and the two signs were made into the front page cover.
The news soon spread to other continents. For the first time, Tom Riddle's name appeared in the public eye with titles such as "Devil Lord" and the evil user of black magic. Although it was a bad reputation, it also made people aware of his achievements, making him a notorious figure.
Even the British Daily Prophet reported that Tom's address book was almost filled with private messages from classmates, all asking him if it was real and what it felt like to take on an entire family alone.
After seeing the news, Tina ran to Tom to ask about the whole story.
After listening to it, he was speechless for a long time, and finally sighed: "Everything has changed, everything has changed." Then he returned home sadly.
Tina understood that greed and provocation would come at a price, but unfortunately many people did not, or they overestimated their ability to bear it.
The last few days of the year were abuzz with public opinion, and what added fuel to the fire was a piece of news Grindelwald had leaked through the German Minister of Magic: "Tom Riddle? He blocked my Fiendfyre, saved Hogwarts Castle, and killed a few North American rubes.
Is that really a big deal? But it's a waste of talent like that to stay at Hogwarts." "Would you like to be my student?"
Dumbledore's beard stood up after reading this. "You still want to steal my students?"
I'm the principal, what are you?
Grindelwald's invitation was enough to push the heat to a new peak. Many Ministries of Magic on the European continent, which had initially been indifferent, became inclined to hope that the North American Magical Congress would keep things quiet and not force anyone to Grindelwald's side.
One Dark Lord is not enough, and here comes another Dark Lord in reserve. The wizarding world should be destroyed as soon as possible.
On New Year's Day in 1994, Bones came to Tom's villa as a middleman.
Chapter 341: Hearing, Wenda Rozier Arrives( Transition Can Be Skipped)
"Ivan Leopold, the head of security for the Magical Congress of North America, Babajid, the president of the International Federation of Witches, and Robert Graves, all three arrived in London yesterday.
Bones explained the current situation: "Leopold demanded you be prosecuted before MACUSA, but Dumbledore firmly refused. Babajid tried to mediate, and Graves didn't express any opinion, but his look was very uncomfortable."
"No matter what, this matter has reached a point where it must be resolved. There will be a hearing in three days."
"Three days?" Tom frowned. "I just made an appointment with someone. I have something to do in three days. Tell them, tomorrow morning, I'll come to your office. If you don't show up, don't come again. Or I'll send someone to arrest me."
"Well..." Bones hesitated for a moment and did not agree immediately. Instead, he contacted the Ministry of Magic.
Tom didn't rush her. He slowly finished breakfast with Daphne and Astoria, and Bones also finished his communication.
"They've agreed to it. It's tomorrow morning at nine o'clock," Bones said. "Dumbledore will be there too. He's communicating with Babajid right now, so there shouldn't be any problems."
Tom nodded perfunctorily. Since so many people had come to "860", it wouldn't be a problem for him to invite a few more people to join in the fun, right?
After Bones left, Tom started calling his friends. One day was enough.
the next day.
The British Ministry of Magic welcomed more than a dozen important guests from other countries in confusion.
Some were officials from the Ministry of Magic, and some were representatives of prestigious families.
These people had no appointments or invitations at all, and all of them were surprise visitors.
Fudge was entertaining Babajide and Robert, and was also confused by Umbridge's report.
Robert's face changed and he had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, after Fudge finished receiving these people, he came back with a strange look on his face and said, "Gentlemen, today's hearing may require more audiences."
At 8:50, Tom arrived at the Ministry of Magic and Mrs. Greengrass took him to Bones' office.
Upon seeing the young man, Bones stood up with a wry smile and greeted him, "I didn't expect you to make such a big fuss. My office is full." The others had already gone to the ninth courtroom.
Tom raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean, are you going to put me on trial?"
"How is that possible?" Bones shook his head. "It's just being used as a conference room. The layout has been changed."
Rules are dead, but people are alive. If an ordinary underage wizard casts spells outside of school, he will either be given a warning and recorded, or be put on trial [without giving you any opportunity to defend yourself].
But now Tom clearly does not belong to this 'ordinary' category.
Arriving at the ninth courtroom, there were two rows of long tables in the huge room, with a sufficient aisle in the middle, clearly separating the two sides.
When Robert saw Tom, there was naked hatred in his eyes, while Tom's friends on the other side stood up and greeted him with a smile.
The people Tom invited this time were either his agents, or families that wanted to become his agents, or countries that wanted to get the goods.
Although the relationship maintained by interests is naked, as long as there are no greater interests, it is the most solid alliance.
The unlucky one this time is Graves, and the shameful one is the North American Magical Congress.
It has no influence on the European continent at all, and there is no need to give face to the International Federation of Witches.
If it dares to interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, it will definitely be boycotted by all countries.
"Happy New Year, Mr. Graves." Tom sat in the main seat in the front row. He nodded to the sturdy Old Dumbledore, then greeted Robert with a smile: "It's great to see you. Where are the other Graves? Why didn't they come?
"Riddle, don't be so complacent."
Robert squeezed out words one by one: "Do you think that because someone is protecting you, you can do whatever you want?"
As he spoke, he also looked at Dumbledore.
"Tom Riddle."
Ivan Leopold, the head of security at the Magical Congress of North America, said solemnly, "The Magical Congress of North America has accused you to the International Confederation of Witches of violating the Statute of Secrecy and abusing magic outside of school during the holidays."
"Minister Fudge, although Riddle is a wizard from your country, the crimes he committed are in our country. You should hand the criminal over to the International Federation of Witches for arbitration.
"Don't make random definitions." Bones said coldly: "This is an accusation, not a conviction. Who said Riddle violated the laws you mentioned?"
"That's right." Fudge also said firmly, "If you can convict others with just your mouth, what kind of law do we need? Even if Mr. Riddle really has a problem, we will not ignore it. You don't need to worry about it."
"According to the 1763 International Convention, only when our Federation's representative submits an international arrest warrant can the Witch Federation conduct pursuit and arbitration. Dumbledore, you are the current representative. What is your opinion?"
Tom turned around and found that it was old Barty Crouch who spoke for him.
No, this shouldn't be considered speaking for him. Crouch is a conservative person, doing things meticulously, and he values laws and regulations the most. [Now he is just following the rules.
Dumbledore shook his head and said softly, "Robert, Babajid, and Tom were just passively retaliating. It's normal for young people to have bad tempers. It was your people who first used the Killing Curse, which led to the subsequent series of consequences."
Not only on the opposite side, but even on Tom's side, many people looked at Dumbledore with strange eyes. This old man's ability to lie with his eyes open... is amazing.
It was Tom who arrived at Graves's door, not Graves who attacked. If he hadn't provoked him first, would the other party have been able to attack first?
Dumbledore remained calm. It's understandable that young people are quick-tempered. But are you old men also ignorant?
"Dumbledore, I truly know you now." Robert chuckled in anger and took out three glass bottles. "These are the memories of three members of the clan from different perspectives, recording the entire process of the conflict. In any case, Riddle abused magic and ordered his pets to kill wizards."
Leopold took out three teapots, and Robert poured the silver memory threads into them. Streams of white mist then gushed out, presenting the scene at that time.
Most people were watching it for the first time, and they were still frightened when they saw Tom breaking bones and crushing wands one by one.
A broken bone isn't a serious injury for a wizard, and it can heal in a day or two with the right potion, but it hurts.
Although I couldn't hear the sound, I could tell how painful it was just by looking at the expressions of those Graves. And I was also amazed when I saw Rayquaza intercepting and killing the Aurors who broke into the manor.
...…
More than ten Aurors could easily knock out the fire dragon, but when facing Rayquaza, the speed of the spell was not as fast as its flying speed.
"Riddle, do you have any other excuses?" Robert asked angrily.
Tom shrugged. "I've been meaning to say this for a long time. I'm a law-abiding wizard who never casts spells outside of school. In the memories you shared, did I ever use magic?"
Leopold retorted: "It's true that you didn't use a spell to attack the wizard directly, but you definitely used an armor charm and a magic that accelerated movement, which are indistinguishable from each other and both violate the Statute of Secrecy.
"I'm sorry, but ordinary people like you wouldn't understand." Tom sighed. "This is a gift that only a few people possess. My skin is highly resistant to magic, even stronger than a fire dragon's, and my physical fitness is similar."
As Tom spoke, he raised his hand, and Mrs. Greengrass used a stunning spell on his palm. The light of the spell disappeared as soon as it touched his skin. Not even a trace was left.
"Did I use magic just now?" Tom looked at the dumbfounded other party.
"K.R..."
Robert's chest heaved violently with anger, and there was also jealousy in his heart. Why didn't he have such talent?
"What about you instructing your pet to kill people?" Robert demanded, "Even if you didn't use magic, wasn't it a fact that you killed people? Those are ten lives! You're a murderer!"
"Usagi isn't a pet; she's my friend and partner," Tom corrected. "She was very angry when she saw me being bullied by you, so she took the initiative to help me get revenge. The laws of the wizarding world don't apply to her. If you have the ability, go and capture her. I won't stop you."
Are you kidding... He can't even beat Usagi now. Coupled with the advantages of flying and race, there is currently no one in this world who can pose a threat to Usagi. Ravenclaw can give it a try if he is resurrected.
Tom stood up. "There's nothing more to talk about. If you can find any evidence that I've broken the law, I'll let you deal with it. But if you can't, don't bother me. Minister Fudge, you can take out the Ministry of Magic's surveillance report to save Mr. Graves from further trouble. 2.2"
Fudge nodded with a smile on his face. "Don't worry, Mr. Riddle. Our British Ministry of Magic is not like the exile place of some criminals. We will never wish for a good person."
Tom felt that someone like Fudge was a good minister. As long as there was no conflict with him, Fudge would definitely be a considerate and good bootlicker the rest of the time.
Robert and Babajide were talking heatedly. To be honest, Babajide didn't want to get involved in this mess. Grindelwald was the biggest concern of the entire wizarding world.
But since the beginning of the century, the Magic Congress and the Witch Federation have begun to cooperate deeply. In the Witch Federation, North American wizards are the strongest faction. If he, the president, does not have Robert's support,
It's almost the same as being alone.
Crunch—crunch—!
The heavy iron door of the courtroom was pushed open, and Scrimgeour walked in with a serious expression. Everyone looked at him and the room fell silent.
Looking around, Scrimgeour's voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.
"Wenda Rosier is here. She wants to see Tom Riddle."
When I'm on a business trip, I'll go back to the hotel right after I've finished playing. The time is a bit unstable, but it's definitely not less.
Chapter 342: Invitation, Dumbledore's Honey Trap
Ten minutes later.
The seating arrangement in the courtroom changed again.
Robert, Babajide and others all ran to Tom's side, while the opposite side was left to Wenda Rozier and the few men she brought with her.
You can't be confused about your stance at this time. It is politically correct to deal with Grindelwald. If you dare to sit at the same table with the saints, your three generations of ancestors will be strictly investigated.
Sitting in the front row were Dumbledore, Babajid, and Tom, the person involved.
Tom was actually a little confused. Why did Rozier come? Didn't he say that it would be enough to send anyone to put pressure on them? Why did he let Wenda come?
Anyone with an intelligent mind would understand that Grindelwald must have someone to rely on, otherwise he wouldn't have sent his right-hand man to his death. "There aren't many intelligent people in the wizarding world.
Anyway, if some fool really attacks him, he will definitely not help. This is Grindelwald's decision-making mistake, and he will not help to make up for it.
Tom looked at the Witch Federation President.
At this moment, Babajide's eyes were shining. Everyone knew that Wenda Rozier, the French Black Rose, was Grindelwald's right-hand man and the second-in-command of the Saints.
Wenda also saw through the other party's thoughts, and raised the corner of his mouth with a playful arc: "Akinbade, are you considering arresting me directly? I really don't recommend you do that.
"Do you think I don't dare?"
Aginbud glanced at Dumbledore beside him and suddenly felt very confident. He even felt that it was a pity that Grindelwald did not come, otherwise he would have kept Grindelwald in London even at a huge cost.
Anyway, the worst hit was definitely the British wizarding community, whose relationship with him was not very good.
"Mr.
Grindelwald is watching this place."
Wenda crossed his legs elegantly, his expression relaxed, completely free of the nervousness of being deep in the enemy camp. "If I can't return to Berlin tomorrow, he will indiscriminately attack Muggles and wizards alike, completely exposing the existence of the magical world."
Hearing his threat, everyone's expression changed.
"How dare he!" Akinbade was shocked and angry. "We will never be threatened by you!"
Rozier said calmly, "You can actually try."
Akinbade was in a dilemma. He wanted to make some harsh remarks, but unless he really took action, seeing Rozier not caring at all, should he just take action?
He was also afraid that what Rosier said was true. Grindelwald was a madman to begin with, and his behavior became even more bizarre after he was released from prison.
In the end, it was Dumbledore who changed the subject and helped Akinbud get rid of the embarrassment.
"Rosier, why did Grindelwald ask you to come find my student?"
Facing Dumbledore, Wenda's expression became much more solemn. This was the mountain that they had once been unable to cross, and it still stood in the way of the Saints and Grindelwald.
"Master Riddle, Mr. Grindelwald asked me to send his regards to you. I wish you all the best." Wenda calmed down, bowed slightly, and greeted respectfully and politely.
But no one noticed anything unusual, even the old fox Dumbledore thought it was normal.
Wenda's temperament and cultivation are well known to all generations. She is a femme fatale. One second she can hold an umbrella for you and get you an elevator with a smile, and the next second she can stuff her Avada into your mouth silently.
"Um...I'm fine." Tom nodded in agreement.
"I don't think so."
The Black Rose of France smiled subtly, her gaze lingering on Achinbad and Robert for a few seconds. "It's hard to imagine a genius like you being treated so unfairly, Master Riddle.
The corruption of the wizarding world is an indisputable fact.
My master left the tower precisely to avoid the decline of his entire race, returning to the world at the ripe old age of a hundred."
"It is for this noble ideal that the other saints and I unite under your command."
When Rozier said this, there was light in his eyes, just like a star-chasing girl seeing her idol.
"Master Riddle, Mr. Grindelwald has judged your talent to be far superior to his own. I extend a sincere invitation to you. If you are willing to come to Berlin, you will become his only disciple, the future leader of the Saints, and the master of the wizarding world."
"Rozier, you're going too far."
Dumbledore's face completely sank, and Aginbud felt difficulty breathing. The air around him seemed to become solid and stopped flowing.
"Tom is the best student in the history of Hogwarts. The professors are doing their utmost to train him, including me. He doesn't need someone who doesn't keep his word to be his teacher."
"Go back and tell Grindelwald that the thing I regret most in my life is that I let him go, and I also let you go."
"I'll convey it to you, sir." Rozier wasn't angry either. She knew more than most saints and was clear about the relationship between the two. To be honest, it wasn't a pleasant feeling to lose to ten men.
"But before that, Master Riddle, what is your reply?" Rosier looked at Tom again.
The others also looked at him, with different thoughts in their minds. Robert even hoped that Tom would agree, so that he could openly use the power of the International Witch Federation and the North American Congress to take revenge, and even incite Dumbledore.
He believed that the more Dumbledore defended Riddle at this time, the more hatred he would feel after being betrayed.
Dumbledore turned around, his heart skipping a beat.
Because he saw that Tom actually looked thoughtful.
"Don't be deceived by Grindelwald's flattery and promises."
The old man leaned forward slightly and said earnestly in a low voice, "This is Grindelwald's usual tactic.
He always manages to easily mobilize people's inner desires.
But I believe in you, Tom.
You can get everything he promises on your own."
"I understand, Professor." Tom nodded. "But if I join Grindelwald's camp, won't I be able to take revenge on Grindelwald without restraint?"
hiss---!
The sound of air conditioning was heard from behind.
Why is this kid so vengeful? You've already crippled Graves, and even then, you still don't want to let them go?
The style of wanting to wipe out an entire family at any time has almost never been seen in the wizarding world. Even Voldemort back then was not crazy enough to do this.
They looked at Robert, who was on pins and needles, and thought, why not just sacrifice Graves, so as to reduce the risk of internal strife.
The wizards' gazes often contained their emotions and will. Robert felt what those people were thinking and wanted to escape from here immediately.
"Think about Miss Greengrass, Miss Granger, Miss Zhang, Miss Clearwater, Miss Weasley, and Miss Lovegood.
How sad they will be if you leave Hogwarts?"
Dumbledore had no choice but to use the honey trap, and he said the names of the girls like reading out the names of dishes.
In the end, Tom had dead eyes and looked at him quietly.
"Professor, are you snooping into your students' private lives when you have nothing to do?"
Dumbledore awkwardly avoided the boy's gaze. It was normal to pay more attention to outstanding students. It wasn't that he didn't want to pay attention to serious things. The problem was... everything he saw Tom doing was not serious. What could he do?
"I'll think it over carefully, Ms. Rosier." Tom ignored the gossipy old man and gave Rosier an ambiguous answer, "But I'm having a pretty good time at Hogwarts right now, so I won't change jobs for the time being.
As he said this, he gave Lao Ji a look that said, "You know what I mean."
"That's a shame," Rozier said regretfully, "My husband and I will be happy to welcome you anytime in Berlin.
After she finished speaking, the woman flicked her finger lightly, and a thousand paper cranes flew in front of Tom and spread out. Everyone in the front row saw what was on it. It was a list of various products sold by Tom.
"Mr. Riddle, this is the purchase order from the German Ministry of Magic. There is no delivery time limit. The money has been deposited into your vault through Gringotts.
Fudge was about to say something when Wenda gave him a sharp look. He shuddered and shut his mouth.
"If anyone dares to stop you from doing business as normal, Mr. Grindelwald wouldn't mind going to that country's Ministry of Magic for a cup of tea every few days."
"If you need anything at 910 or are not satisfied with the price, you can contact me at any time."
Rosier stood up as he spoke and led his men towards the door. Akinbud looked to be struggling, but in the end he did not have the courage to order them to stop. Scrimgeour was eager to try, but was pinned firmly to his seat by Bones' stern gaze.
The hearing ended hastily, and no one was in the mood to argue over these trivial matters anymore. Aginbud invited Dumbledore to talk, and Fudge also joined in.
Tom came to Robert with a faint smile on his face.
"Mr. Graves, see you again."
Robert looked up angrily and met Tom's eyes, his expression dazed for a moment.
There was a faint magical power surrounding the boy's clear eyes, and a strange mental power briefly connected the two people's consciousness, so briefly that Robert did not even notice it. When he came to his senses, the boy had already shifted places with him and walked towards the door.
Ding Dong——!
The doorbell on Privet Drive rang.
"Here we come!"
A response soon came from the room and the door was opened. Tom was stunned at first, and then he burst out laughing.
"Sirius, what's this look like?"
At this moment, Sirius was smiling, with a dirty, oil-stained apron hanging on his chest and a shovel in his hand. He no longer looked the ferocious man he had appeared on the wanted poster last year, but instead became a busy house husband.
"Isn't this about making a meal for you and Harry?"
Sirius ignored Tom's teasing and made way for him. "Come in quickly. We only have two more dishes left. This steak looks simple, but it's actually quite troublesome."
When Tom walked into the room, the smell of burning immediately hit his nose, lowering his anticipation for lunch to the lowest point.
This craftsmanship... seems to be even worse than Hagrid's?
This plot is indeed not well designed, and it deviates from Feilu's style. I will try to make some major changes when I get home. If it is not easy, I will add more chapters to compensate.
Chapter 343 Is Rolled up. You Should Not Mind If I Offend Your Mother, Right?
"Tom, just wait a moment, it will be ready soon.
After Sirius led the people into the house, he hurried into the kitchen, and then a string of swear words came out. It was obvious that he was going to fry the steak from scratch again.
Harry, who had just come down from upstairs, gave Tom an awkward smile after hearing this.
"Don't mind, Sirius's personality is rather...direct and forthright.
Tom shook his head. Not only did the wizards' slang sound like an essay, but there weren't many bad words in the entire English language. Compared with the indiscriminate attacks based on the family tree that he had experienced back then, it was nothing.
The two of them came to the living room. Tom found a comfortable position and sat down before asking, "Have you been living at Sirius's house recently?"
"Not really." Harry shook his head. "I still live with my aunt. I'm just here during the day and have to go back before they go to bed at night. Otherwise, the door will be locked."
After saying that, Harry suddenly lowered his voice mysteriously: "Tom, I heard that Grindelwald sent someone to invite you yesterday?"
Tom raised an eyebrow. "Are you well-informed?"
"I heard it from Sirius and Lupin yesterday." Harry lowered his head and said embarrassedly, probably because he eavesdropped. They said you didn't directly refuse..."
"Yeah." Tom nodded and admitted.
"Why?" Harry said hurriedly, "That's the Dark Lord, as evil as Voldemort."
"Um...isn't Slytherin known for producing many Dark wizards?" Tom looked at him suspiciously. "I'm a Slytherin, and there are benefits to hanging out with Grindelwald. Why shouldn't I join in?"
"Would you kill someone if he asked you to?" Harry looked at Tom in disbelief.
"Of course not."
Tom now feels tired of talking to naive people. Although Harry is not naive enough or sweet enough, he is definitely naive enough.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Anyway, the principal is very nice to me, so I don't need to change jobs for the time being."
Yesterday, in order to prove that he could fulfill the promise made by Grindelwald, Dumbledore took out a notebook from his youth and gave it to Tom as a New Year's gift.
According to Dumbledore, this was the second set of notes he had sent out; the first was to Aberforth.
Look, isn't it rolled up?
There was a lot of valuable information in it, especially the magical theories related to Transfiguration, which were so insightful that even Ravenclaw nodded in praise after reading it.
Although legends are powerful, they do not mean omnipotence. After the development of the times, the level of Transfiguration demonstrated by Dumbledore is comparable to that of Gryffindor.
This is a pure spell level, not involving magic power or the understanding of overall magic.
In order to avoid being fooled by Harry again, Tom took the initiative to bring up a topic that Harry was definitely interested in - Malfoy.
Now, all I have to do is listen to him complain about Malfoy.
Almost an hour later, Sirius finally brought lunch for the three of them. Harry gave Tom a look that said "May the best of you" and walked over first.
"No." Tom looked at the half-cooked food on the table and turned to look at him: "Do you have a grudge against me, or are you trying to repay me with a grudge? You invited me here just to let me eat this?"
If it was Daphne who did this, he would tolerate it, but if it was someone else, he couldn't bear the injustice?
"It looks...not bad to me." Sirius smiled awkwardly, picked up a piece of steak, put it in his mouth, and his face instantly turned from red to blue, and finally turned pale.
Finally, he silently spat out the food scraps and took out a wad of Muggle currency, "Harry, you should order takeout.
Harry was pardoned and rushed back to the Dursleys' house with the money, where they had phoned to order food.
Sirius gave a wry smile and explained the reason: "Actually, I have a house-elf named Kreacher, but he and I don't have a good relationship. He was taught badly by my mother and has learned all the pure-blood ways. He looks down on me and only calls my brother his master."
"Then he won't refuse to cook for you, will he?" Tom said curiously.
"It's not that I don't do it, it's just..."
Speaking of this, Sirius's face turned even greener than before. "It's okay that he uses rotten leaves, sour meat, and expired seasonings to cook, but the more important thing is that he hasn't washed his hands in decades! He still uses the same hands... just like Ah San, who can't tell the difference between his left and right hands, you know?"
"How can I dare to let him cook like this?"
Tom's face also turned green. Even though the takeaway ordered by Harry arrived, he was so disgusted that he lost his appetite. He just ate a few bites and prepared to leave with Sirius and go to the Black family's ancestral home.
"I'm not going." Harry's face was full of resistance. Before they left, he whispered to Tom, "That house-elf named Kreacher is mentally unstable and very annoying... He's not a pure-blood, and there's a portrait of him. You have to be prepared."
"OK,"
Tom made a gesture and was apparated by Sirius, and soon arrived at Grimmauld Place.
"The address of the Black ancestral home is number 12, Grimmauld Place." When Sirius finished speaking, a building squeezed out directly from number 11 and number 13. The houses on both sides were like punching bags, and their floor space shrank a lot.
This concealment method is much more sophisticated than Graves's.
"Most of the books at home are in the library, but there are also strange things in other corners. I once found a notebook that specifically recorded black magic in an ancestor's storage room.
As Sirius spoke, he had already opened the door to number twelve Grimmauld Place and the two of them walked in.
The smell of decay hit Tom in the face, and he almost thought he was back in the Slytherin common room. It was gloomy as soon as he entered. There were many forks in the long corridor, and it was like a maze dungeon.
"No wonder you don't like living here," Tom complained.
Sirius shrugged helplessly and continued walking forward with Tom.
Wherever they passed, the bonfires on the walls would automatically light up, illuminating the intricate and gorgeous decorations on the ceiling and stone pillars.
Even though many parts had fallen off, one could still feel their former glory.
The fate of this house is actually very similar to that of the Black family, from prosperity to decline.
When the two walked to the end of the corridor, the velvet curtains on the wall suddenly opened to both sides, revealing a huge portrait hanging in the middle. It was an old lady wearing a black hat, with sallow skin and a nose like a vulture.
Then a blood-curdling scream rang out in the room——
"You beast! You scum! You're a disgrace to our family! My own b*****d! Why didn't your father shoot you against the wall? How dare you come back? And bring..."
The unbearable insults came to an abrupt end, and Tom slowly put down his hand. No matter how the portrait roared, it could not make any sound.
"Even portraits can be affected by the silencing spell. This is the conclusion I came to from Phineas. Sirius, you should not mind me offending your mother.
"What's the point of minding? You've already offended me anyway." Sirius complained, but he didn't look angry at all. On the contrary, he had been looking forward to doing so for a long time. But she was his mother after all, and he could only rely on velvet cloth to soundproof her every time.
"Wait, you mean Phineas Black? My ancestor who was a schoolmaster?"
Sirius finally reacted.
"Yes, Phineas and I had some disagreements in the past, but we are on good terms now because of you."
"..."They still acknowledge me as their grandson?" Sirius laughed self-deprecatingly.
Tom nodded. "Of course. You are the Black family's only hope for continued production. Even if you are still a black sheep and a disgrace to the family in their eyes, it does not change your uniqueness."
Sirius was stunned: "So I've become a tool? Then what's the difference between me and Kreacher?"
Perhaps because his name was mentioned, the house-elf who had not appeared before slowly walked down from upstairs. This was the oldest house-elf Tom had ever seen. He was skinny, with wrinkled skin, and the sparse hair on his head had turned gray. He had a white rag wrapped around his waist.
Kreacher glanced at Sirius and gave a perfunctory salute. "The incompetent young master has returned to his mistress's house again, treating it like a garbage dump. A werewolf, a half-blood, and this time...
Tom shook his head helplessly and pointed his finger. Kreacher flew up and hit the wall heavily, sticking to the portrait of his mistress. A curtain floated over and sealed his mouth tightly.
He knew that Kreacher was a foul-mouthed person, so he naturally wouldn't give him the chance to be mean to him.
"Sirius, you'd better give him a strict order not to say anything insulting or complaining in front of me, and set a standard for him, otherwise he will definitely find ways to circumvent your orders."
"Good idea!" Sirius' eyes lit up.
Just like Tom said, Kreacher would always find loopholes in his words (No Zhao is good) to disgust him. "But it's too difficult to set a standard. I can't think of them all at once."
"I can lend you a house-elf to discipline you, Parker!"
After the explosion, the house-elf Parker fell to the ground, bowed deeply, and the tip of his nose almost touched the ground: "Master Tom.
Sirius looked at Kreacher—look at him.
Kreacher gave up struggling, his eyes wide in disbelief. Why would a Mudblood wear house-elf clothing?
"Parker, this house elf doesn't know the rules and just now he tried to attack my bloodline. I need to teach him a lesson and let him know how to properly entertain guests.
Parker nodded excitedly, his big eyes filled with anger towards Kreacher! "Yes, Master, this old fellow is a disgrace to the house-elves! I will make him change his ways!
Tom waved his hand, signaling Sirius to continue leading the way. When the two reached the second floor, they could hear Kreacher's screams and Parker's angry curses from downstairs.
Sirius didn't pay attention to the movement downstairs, but looked conflicted, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"What do you want to say?" Tom noticed his change and asked.
"Um..." Although he felt a little embarrassed, Sirius still spoke: "Tom... do you have a potion that can help me recover faster, or even completely surpass my previous physical condition?"
"As long as you have it, you can name the price."
Chapter 344: Massacre of a Family, Regulus' Locket
Sirius was a stable big client of Tom's. He had never stopped using potions to regulate his physical and mental state, and he had spent tens of thousands of Galleons on them.
But more than ten years in prison was not easy, especially for Sirius, who had been living in self-blame and regret, and was always mentally exhausted. The injuries to a wizard's mind and soul are more difficult to heal than those to the body.
So although the situation has improved, he can still feel his own sensitivity and fragility. If he lived alone, it would not be a big deal, but now he needs to take care of Harry.
Even in the future, he would have to take care of Harry's child, so Sirius didn't want to leave any hidden dangers. What if he became mentally unstable again one day and hurt the people around him?
Tom thought about it. Psychological trauma is nothing more than smoothing out the wrinkles of memory and thinking. "There are some ways... but it's not tonight yet. Give me some time."
"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry." Sirius quickly said gratefully: "Just tell me how much it costs. Are there any materials I need to prepare?"
"Twenty thousand Galleons, you don't need to prepare the materials."
Tom casually quoted a price that would be considered sky-high in the eyes of an ordinary wizard, but Sirius agreed without hesitation and even offered to pay first, but Tom refused.
The trial mission is quite conscientious. The transaction is completed only when both parties fulfill their promises. For example, Grindelwald's 1.5 million Galleons have been deposited into his account, but because he did not deliver the goods, the trial progress has not increased at all.
Opening the library door, Sirius had no intention of going in. He just stood at the door and said, "Take your time to read whatever you want. Will you be back for dinner tonight?"
"Forget it, don't poison Harry." Tom waved his hand and walked into the darkness.
Sirius smiled awkwardly and helped Tom close the door.
The Black family's library is very large, about one-third of the Hogwarts library. It is quite good for a family, worthy of being one of the oldest pure-blood families.
However, many of the books here are duplicates of Tom's collection, so don't filter them before reading.
At the same time, Robert also returned to North America.
Graves's people had long been hoping that he would bring back good news, but when they heard that the hearing had yielded no results and that Riddle had completely evaded the charges, many of them lost their defense.
[Robert! You are the sinner of the family!]
"Uncle, why did you provoke that evil star? Now our entire family has become a laughing stock!"
[It's all your fault! You killed my father!]
"Uncle, what are you thinking? The family pushed you to a high position, and this is how you repay us? If you can't get that monster out of the manor, I'll ask my great-grandfather to expel you from the family!"
In the discussion group of the address book, the accumulated dissatisfaction of the Graves tribe in recent times finally erupted. Messages appeared on the paper one after another, all accusing Robert.
This was a completely unprovoked disaster for them. Why did Robert provoke Riddle, but they were the ones who were retaliated against?
The sharp words turned into blades, stabbing his heart repeatedly. Robert looked at these accusations, took deep breaths, and his eyes began to fill with bloodshot. Ten barely perceptible red lights flashed in his eyes.
Blame me?
I'm trying to acquire Riddle's property for the sake of my family's development?
I ascended to a high position but didn't use my power to benefit my family?
When everything was going smoothly, everyone treated him with great respect, calling him "big brother" and "uncle" affectionately. But now that they've run into trouble, they're throwing all the blame onto him?
Even Robert himself didn't realize that his control over his emotions was getting weaker and weaker, and he was uncontrollably thinking in the most extreme direction.
It was as if there was an evil fire constantly burning his sanity, and it could go completely crazy at any time.
And now, the accusations from the tribesmen have become the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Bang!
Robert slammed the address book shut and threw it into the fireplace. He then walked into the fire and teleported to the public fireplace closest to Graves Manor [apparated to the vicinity of the manor.
Resting above the clouds, Rayquaza opened his dragon eyes slightly and watched Robert enter the manor through the "dog hole", then closed them again and went back to sleep.
"Uncle?!"
A member of the Graves clan who was stuck in the manor was walking around bored and was shocked to see Robert suddenly appear in front of him. He was one of the people who accused Robert just now and thought Robert was here to settle the score with him.
"No!" The tribesman suddenly realized what was happening and revealed an ecstatic look: "How did you get in? Is the monster gone?"
"I came in through the dog hole." Robert said indifferently. His calm words broke the tribesman's fantasy, and he looked at Robert in disbelief.
"Uncle, how could you surrender to Riddle?!"
"It's really not worth it to provoke him for a bunch of waste and burden like you."
Robert quietly took out his wand and said, "Since you think I was wrong, then you should stop being a member of Graves's clan."
"Uncle, what do you mean?"
Just as the tribesman finished speaking, a green light filled his sight and he fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes still filled with confusion and shock.
He was killed by his uncle...?
Robert stared into the pair of eyes that were still open for a few seconds, then walked into the building without hesitation to look for his next target.
A massacre began.
Graves's tribesmen had no idea that the one who came back this time was not Robert, but a devil who wanted to take their lives.
Robert killed one person in one move almost instantly, until someone finally discovered his murder.
The screams attracted several tribesmen, who forced him to retreat.
Robert's fighting ability was not too strong, only slightly stronger than the average Auror. Even with the combined efforts of several adult wizards, he was somewhat overwhelmed. After blowing up several houses, he fled from his ancestral land.
Soon, sporadic cries were heard in the manor. A total of eight Graves died at Robert's hands. This was almost the population of three generations of an ordinary pure-blood family. It was also a great loss for the large Graves family.
Even more people died than at the hands of Riddle and his pets, and most of them were from the younger generation. It could be said that Graves had broken through, and his future decline was inevitable.
In this sad environment, an old man was staggering to collect the bodies. It was Percival Graves.
Although there was sadness in his eyes, there was also an inexplicable emotion. The others who were immersed in pain did not hear the man's murmurs.
"It's better if he's dead... Then I don't have to do it myself... After all, I still can't make up my mind... Robert's change... is it Riddle's doing?"
Carrying the bodies of eight people, the old man walked step by step towards the back mountain, where was the family cemetery.
The next day, news of the tragedy at Graves spread rapidly throughout the North American wizarding community, shocking the entire wizarding world.
Is Robert crazy?!
At first, many people thought it was just fake news, but one Graves after another came forward to tell their own stories - the family was almost destroyed, so why bother about their pitiful reputation? After collecting the bodies of the victims, the survivors all escaped through the dog hole, and Usagi did not stop them at all.
Everyone believed that Robert became mentally ill and went to extremes because he could not bear the accusations of his tribe. The International Federation of Witches quickly expelled him from the list, and the Magical Congress of North America also issued a high-priced arrest warrant.
Except for Percival, no one suspected Tom. If we don't talk about science, we have to talk about magic, right? Robert returned to North America with Achinbud yesterday. The whole process was normal and there was no sign of the Imperius Curse.
"So many people died?"
After completing the mission, Usagi naturally returned to Tom and brought news that had not yet spread to other countries.
Tom was a little surprised. In his opinion, Robert would be discovered and apprehended after killing a few people at most, but not only did he kill nearly ten people, but he also let him escape.
That old man didn't make a move?
Is it that he really doesn't care about his family, or is there some other reason?
Tom thought for a moment, but had no clue and let it go. No matter what, the ending was acceptable. He was not seeking revenge, but simply using Robert to experiment with his new magic, to stir up the enemy's emotions, and to silently make the enemy lose his mind and change his mood.
It is much more covert than normal magic and more difficult to guard against. The disadvantage is that it is difficult to control the strength and direction of the emotions.
I compiled my thoughts into a book and sent a copy to Ravenclaw, who will then complete the subsequent research.
Seeing the achievement points exceeding a thousand again, the boy's heart began to itch.
Do you want to take a shot?
The summoned people in the learning space are not only teachers, but also his think tank and future R&D team. Even with an immortal legendary teacher, the King of the Century should not be underestimated in the field he is good at.
But after thinking about it, Tom gave up the idea of summoning now.
Save enough 1,000 achievement points to resurrect Ariana and Andros. This part cannot be moved. It won't be too late to summon them again after saving an additional 1,000 points.
After projecting the last of Black's ancestors' black magic notebooks into the space, Tom left the library.
Kreacher was wiping the stair railing with a clean rag under Parker's supervision. When he saw Tom appear, the old elf shuddered and greeted him reluctantly but respectfully.
"Master Riddle, Old Ann.
"Kreacher, your young master, Regulus Black, gave you something—a locket, was that not?"
Kreacher looked at Tom in confusion at first, then in horror.
"Don't lie to me, this is the order Sirius gave you." Tom emphasized.
Unable to disobey his master's will, the old elf spoke with a struggling expression, "Yes... young master... young master gave Kreacher a locket!"
"Give it to me."