Chapter 351: Nagini Is Captured. There Can Only Be One Dark Lord in the World!
A fierce chase is going on in the Albanian forest.
A slender black shadow on the ground was crawling rapidly in the forest, constantly using the dense trees to hide its whereabouts, trying to escape the pursuit of the man in the sky.
Grindelwald was flying in the sky, stopping and flying. He was not familiar with the terrain here, but he was in a high position in the sky and had the convenience of tracking magic, so he was not afraid of losing his target.
However, he did not dare to act rashly. Tom's target was not Voldemort, but Nagini. He was afraid that if he attacked rashly, Voldemort would be forced to cut off his arm to survive, and use Nagini's life to buy time.
With the help of moonlight and the flash bombs that Grindelwald occasionally dropped, one could see that the object moving quickly was a giant python, and on its tail was a mouse.
The rat is Voldemort.
Nagini is a snake with extremely strong magical powers. Voldemort is currently unable to possess it. "In his weakened state, he can only find creatures like mice that have very low resistance to magic.
As a snake, what he hated most was rats. Therefore, every minute and every second, Voldemort felt that he was enduring great humiliation, and his already dark and evil mind became even more corrupt and twisted.
But at this moment he had no mood to complain, but frantically commanded Nagini to choose an escape route.
Where on earth did a flying wizard come from in the magical world, and why did they go all the way to Albania to find him?
Could it be Dumbledore's men?
Impossible, this person is definitely his kind. How could a pedantic idiot like Dumbledore, who talks about love and emotions all the time, be connected with such a person?
boom---!
A ball of exploding magic power fell from the sky, not aiming at Voldemort and Nagini, but at the land they were heading to. Grindelwald noticed that there were several caves there. If Nagini escaped into them successfully, he might lose her.
The ground exploded, and huge rubble was deliberately shaken away, burying the messy cave entrance layer by layer.
Voldemort gritted his teeth in anger, thinking of a new escape route. However, as he was thinking, he slowed down his command to Nagini. Looking at the rubble in front of him, the giant python slowed down in confusion.
"Good opportunity!"
Grindelwald attacked with lightning speed.
The vines on the ground grew wildly and tangled together to form a strong rope, which tied up Nagini who was unable to dodge.
Voldemort came to his senses and desperately ordered Nagini to break free, but it was too late.
The rope seemed to be rooted in his body.
Grindelwald's wand shot out a black light and hit Nagini accurately.
"hiss----!"
The giant python roared heartbreakingly, and suddenly burst out with powerful force, shaking its body, and the rat possessed by Voldemort was thrown out.
Grindelwald landed gently on the ground, looked at the still struggling Nagini, sighed, and made it faint completely.
"Be quiet, 'old friend'. This was just a temporary solution. If you can recover, perhaps you don't need to thank me."
Grindelwald found that his temper had improved a lot, and he became more nostalgic. There were fewer and fewer people from his era, and Nagini was a relatively special one among them. He admired her firm mind.
Few blood-cursed orcs can maintain their sanity into their twenties, which is somewhat similar to the blood curse of the Greengrass family.
Grindelwald raised his hand and made a fist. The mouse that flew backwards suddenly froze in mid-air. A stone on the ground turned into a mouse cage and jumped up, trapping the mouse inside.
The mouse let out a miserable "Squeak!" and a cloud of black mist flew out of its body, and its body quickly shriveled up.
Grindelwald tried to trap the black fog, but no matter what means he used, the black fog could flicker through the magic, as if the two were in completely parallel worlds.
"Who are you?" A snake-like cold voice came from the black fog, carrying a strong murderous intent.
Grindelwald smiled softly and gave up the idea of capturing Voldemort. He stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the black mist. "It seems you are in such a pitiful state. The outside world is already in an uproar, but you don't even know my identity."
"With this level of skill, you dare let others call you the Dark Lord?"
"Who are you?" Voldemort just repeated the question indifferently, but the rolling black mold showed that his heart was not as calm as he appeared.
"Gellert Grindelwald." Grindelwald revealed his identity.
"Is that you?"
Voldemort immediately knew the identity of the person in front of him, and said in shock and anger: "Aren't you imprisoned in... Nurmengard? It's been decades, and you're not dead yet?!"
Voldemort was born in 1926. When he was in school, Grindelwald's power was at its most rampant. At first, he targeted Grindelwald and wanted to become the ruler of the world, but later he no longer took Grindelwald seriously.
The reason is simple, Grindelwald lost to Dumbledore and is just a loser.
He could never have imagined that the two of them would actually meet by chance decades later, and that they would clash in the most embarrassing situation, where even they were like wandering souls.
What made Voldemort most angry was, who had he offended? Why was this guy biting him like a mad dog?
"Grindelwald, you and I have never met before. We even have a common enemy! Why are you looking for me? Are you looking for trouble with Dumbledore?"
These words almost roared out from the black fog.
"Dumbledore? I will naturally go find him, but the grudge between you and me must also be settled." Grindelwald said with a playful smile, and took the unconscious Nagini away. If Voldemort had a physical body now, he would definitely be furious.
He always steals other people's things!
"What grudge do we have against each other?" Grindelwald asked, suppressing his anger. "We have never met face to face!"
"It's simple. I don't like the title of Dark Lord."
Grindelwald fiddled with his nails. "A dark wizard who hasn't even left Britain dares to call himself the Demon Lord. Do you deserve it?"
"But since everyone has recognized it, I can't say anything."
"It's just..." Grindelwald raised his head coldly, "From now on, I am the first Dark Lord, and you are the second. Since I, the first Dark Lord, am still alive, what gives you the right to inherit my title?"
"So I'm going to kill you.
"This is too much!" Voldemort finally couldn't bear it anymore. The black mist exploded all over the sky and fled in different directions. Each black mist moved very quickly.
"Grindelwald! I will definitely come back! Then I will let you know who the real Dark Lord is!"
The sound faded away even slower than the speed at which he escaped. Grindelwald watched Voldemort leave, and when he completely disappeared, his brows gradually furrowed.
"It's a very strange state, existing between life and death, even more special than a ghost's existence. "What I can see... is just the manifestation of the lottery concept in the mortal world? And Voldemort's true slave soul is not actually in this space?"
Grindelwald kept analyzing Voldemort's current condition. Magic must hit the target to be effective. All his attempts just now fell into nothing, as if Voldemort did not exist and could not be targeted at all.
If one wants to kill Voldemort completely, the only way currently available is to destroy the Horcruxes one by one, then resurrect him and kill him.
Grindelwald was amazed by the Horcrux invented by Hercule. This spell is almost a perfect means of immortality except for the damage it causes to the soul. But why have there never been ten people in history who have truly achieved immortality through their souls?
"Eternal Curse..."
The white-haired man murmured, took off into the air again, and contacted Tom through the learning space.
In England, Regulus's funeral had ended. The process was brief, and Sirius read a eulogy he had written himself, which contained all his complicated emotions.
The eulogy did not mention the existence of Horcruxes, but only said that Regulus had stolen 263 items at the cost of his own death, which could deal a heavy blow to Voldemort.
It also emphasized that Regulus had not joined the Order of the Phoenix, nor was he an undercover agent of the Ministry of Magic.
All his actions against Voldemort were his own decisions, with no one behind him supporting him. This made them all the more commendable. Everyone present knew how much courage it took for a person to resist Voldemort.
When the show ended, everyone had sad expressions on their faces. Many people's memories of Regulus had long been blurred, but at this moment, they became clear again and real.
His behavior was worthy of the Black family motto - always pure, always noble.
It was at the end of the show that Tom received the message from Grindelwald.
"Nagini has been found?"
"Well, I also tried to keep Voldemort, but failed. All magic had no effect on him."
"Have you ever tried True Name Magic? Cursing through names."
Grindelwald was stunned. He had never tried it before. Curse magic required more rituals and a complete curse process, and he didn't have the time at that time.
Tom reminded him, "Inside the library is the True Name Magic that I collected from the Black family. It should be helpful to you after reading it."
"I've made a note of that." Grindelwald nodded, then asked, "What are you going to do with Nagini? She's completely lost her mind now."
Tom thought for a moment and said, "I'll come find you tomorrow morning. Leave the snake to me."
He was only somewhat confident that Nagini could recover, but the confidence was not very high, and he had to wait and see before he could draw a conclusion.
"Okay, I'll go back and wait for you." Grindelwald waved his hand and turned to go to the library, intending to see the true name magic that Tom mentioned.
Tom's consciousness also exited the learning space, and he found a kid.
Arriving at the edge of the flowers surrounding Regulus, Tom, while no one was paying attention, made a lightning-fast move and accurately grasped a beetle. He held it up and examined it for two seconds before whispering, "Long time no see, Miss Skeeter."
Chapter 352: The Right Hand of Betrayal, Astoria's Great Crisis
The people attending the funeral left one after another. After Nico and Dumbledore finished talking, Tom also returned home with his people.
He first let Astoria go back to her room to sleep and comfort her troublesome sister. He then went to the basement and released the beetle from the glass bottle.
The beetle tried to find a way to fly out of the secret room, but after circling around, it found that the entire room was sealed, and there was no gap even between the door and the wall. Tom watched quietly.
Until the beetle twisted and deformed, from an inconspicuous flying insect, into a woman.
The woman had blonde hair that was styled into weird, exaggerated waves. She had a pointed chin and her facial features were heavily made up, using a huge amount of cosmetics. She also had a pair of large jeweled frog glasses on her nose.
Extravagant and gaudy, this is everyone's first impression of her, with few exceptions.
This person is naturally Rita Skeeter, a famous and even notorious journalist in the British wizarding world.
In this generally simple and honest wizarding world, Rita Skeeter is an outlier. She is a bit like Lockhart, and likes to use exaggeration and distorted reports to attract attention. In particular, the shorthand quill in her hand is hated by many interviewees.
"Mr. Riddle, you are more charming than ever."
Rita Skeeter forced a smile, her words full of flattery. The two had dealt with each other several times before, and the previous reports about Tom [those exaggerated headlines were all written by Rita Skeeter.
But because of Mrs. Greengrass's leadership and warning, Rita Skeeter's reports were all positive and complimentary, with even a hint of flattery and subtle praise in them.
She could live comfortably despite offending people everywhere and become the gold medal writer of the Daily Prophet. It would be impossible without some skills.
Rita Skeeter, who came from Ravenclaw Academy, has almost no wisdom, but a lot of cleverness. She knows very well who to offend and who not to offend.
So what if Dumbledore is the greatest white wizard of this century? Rita Skeeter has never heard of a gentleman being deceived, but she did just that.
She could also fabricate stories about high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic, even the Minister of Magic, at will, because for the sake of their image and public opinion, these people would not retaliate even if they hated her to death, because once the news leaked, their political careers would be over.
But there is one type of person you should never mess with, and that is the pure-blood family with a long history and a cruel heart - especially the Slytherin family.
This group of people don't care about reputation. They are rich, have connections, and are arrogant.
To provoke one is to provoke the whole group. Although Greengrass has a good reputation, Rita Skeeter, who has discovered some secrets, knows that this family holds some cards that can bury her body in the wilderness at any time.
So when Mrs. Greengrass offered her Galleons to put in a few good words for Tom in the report, Rita Skeeter refused to accept the money, simply to gain a connection with Greengrass and gain some protection.
But the amulet has not been used yet, and today she fell into Riddle's hands.
"Let me think..." Tom sat behind the lab table, his fingers casually tapping on the surface, each tapping seeming to strike Rita Skeeter's heart. "I remember there were seven registered Animagus users this century, and Miss Skeeter's name doesn't seem to be on the list."
"No wonder... No wonder you can obtain secret information that ordinary people can't imagine. Not only can you transform, but you are also tiny and never noticed by others.
Rita Skeeter was sweating coldly. The idea of subduing Tom and using the Oblivion Spell to erase his memory flashed through her mind, but it was immediately extinguished.
This is a ruthless person who blocked people's doorsteps. Even a big family couldn't deal with Riddle. What qualifications does she have to attack and cheat?
"Mr. Riddle, please have mercy...let me go this time."
Rita Skeeter finally chose to give in.
"Don't make me sound so unkind." Tom laughed and shook his head. "We've worked together a few times, and it was always pleasant. From now on, you'll be my dog, and this matter will be over. What do you think?"
unreasonable?
You're not even a human being!
Rita Skeeter screamed inwardly, trying to come up with an excuse to shirk responsibility, but she felt an extreme chill descend upon her, goosebumps covering her skin in an instant, and she even...
"Ms. Skeeter, although many people hate you, you are a talent in my eyes." Tom stood up and walked to Rita Skeeter's side. Her body was completely stiff and she couldn't move at all.
"The facts are actually not important to many people, and many facts are not suitable for ordinary people to know. Your report is very good, interesting and realistic enough to effectively attract attention.
"From now on, you can write whatever you want about others. I won't restrict your creativity and I can even provide you with funding. But... if I need you, you will need to provide me with a little help. Do you understand?"
Tom said it very calmly, but Rita Skeeter had no room for refusal. She just wanted to escape from here and blinked frantically to show that she understood.
Tom withdrew his magic power and gently tapped Rita Skeeter's right hand with his wand. She felt a tingling sensation in her body and then she regained her ability to move.
Before she could feel happy for even a second, her right hand rose uncontrollably and clamped down on her throat. Rita Skeeter was suffocating. She wanted to resist, but she couldn't even lift her left hand.
"Are you up to something?" The young man shook his head regretfully, but had no intention of taking action. He just watched coldly, as if he wanted to see if Rita Skeeter could stab him to death.
Just before she was about to faint from suffocation, Rita Skeeter finally surrendered completely, regained control of her arms, and lay on the ground gasping for breath.
She finally understood that if she had any thoughts that were unfavorable to Riddle, she would die at her own hands.
My own hands.
"Let's go. I'll contact you if I need anything. Don't report anything about today. Do you understand?"
Tom waved his hand and the closed door opened automatically.
Rita Skeeter staggered out of the secret room and fled all the way to the villa area. She didn't dare to use Apparition until her emotions stabilized a little.
If there was a pill to regret, even if she knew she could dig up some big news today, she would never wade into this muddy water. What does a little bit of news mean compared to personal freedom?
Rita Skeeter looked at her right hand in fear, not daring to feel any dissatisfaction or resentment in her heart. She could only blame herself madly, causing internal mental exhaustion.
Astoria, why are you here?"
It was no big deal for Tom to subdue a paparazzi, and Rita Skeeter did not have the courage to betray her. He only needed to add a layer of mental defense for Rita Skeeter to ensure confidentiality.
He played with the little Lubans for a while before going upstairs to wash up and go to bed. As soon as he entered the room, he found a small bump on the bed and a little head sticking out from under the quilt.
Astoria smiled at Tom, then said distressedly, "My sister is too noisy. She makes a fuss even when watching a movie. I couldn't help it and used a stun spell on her. She's quiet now, but I can't fall asleep, so I just came to your place.
Tom's eyelids twitched.
Using a stunning spell on his good sister... He originally thought that Astoria's personality was not suitable for Slytherin school, but was more suitable for Hufflepuff.
But now, Tom felt that he was still one-sided, and this girl was also a little wolf.
"So do you want me to chat with you?" Tom rubbed the girl's head, and the faint orange scent of shampoo wafted over.
"No, no, just rest normally. I'll fall asleep on my own when I'm tired."
Tom nodded, went into the bedroom, quickly washed up, and then got into bed.
The two talked about the upcoming new semester (for Li Hao) and the underage wizard duel competition that gave Tom the most headache. Although she was a little unhappy, Astoria still agreed to help control Daphne after Fleur came to avoid confrontation between the two.
As they chatted, the girl tightened the blanket around her. Tom's eyes gleamed, and he asked casually, "By the way, when was the last time Astoria took a strengthening potion?"
The little witch tilted her head and thought for a moment, "End of November, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, I was just worried you'd forget. The temperature has changed so much lately that it's easy to catch a cold. Take another dose in two days.
"Yeah, I see."
After a few words, the girl's voice became weaker and weaker. Finally, she hugged Tom's arm tightly and fell asleep peacefully.
Tom looked up at the ceiling and didn't move for a long time. After about half an hour, he gently pulled out his arm and began to touch Astoria.
Don't get me wrong, he's not that mean, and he doesn't have to wait until Astoria falls asleep to do this.
He was just checking the girl's body.
Gradually, Tom's heroic eyebrows knitted together.
The situation was much worse than he had imagined.
how so?.
Chapter 353: Blood Curse Mutation, Grindelwald's Plan
The moonlight was like ice, casting a cold light on the earth.
The birds that usually make noise at night have changed their temperament tonight, and have disappeared at the same time, becoming unusually quiet.
Tom opened the door and came to the terrace, holding a half-full bottle of rum in his hand. Facing the bright moonlight, the young man leaned against the stone railing and drank most of it in one breath.
He actually didn't like drinking, especially rum, the pirates' favorite sweet wine, but he was in a bad mood and just took whatever was at hand.
"Actually, this isn't your fault."
Ravenclaw's intellectual and gentle voice came out of his mind, comforting Tom's somewhat irritable heart.
Tom sighed and downed the rest of his rum. "I was too busy before and neglected Astoria's problems. I thought I wouldn't have to worry about her until she reached adulthood, or even longer. Now it seems I was too naive."
Astoria's condition was not optimistic. Although her physical condition had been maintained at a normal level thanks to strengthening potions, what Tom had not expected was that the power of the blood curse was also growing.
The efficiency of the blood curse in devouring vitality is not constant.
As more vitality is absorbed, the blood curse will also be enhanced.
Therefore, when the person who is cursed reaches adulthood, the blood curse will also develop to a certain extent, completely ending the life of the person who is cursed.
Now that Astoria has replenished a lot of vitality and her life essence has also improved, Blood Curse has been eating well. Now the swallowing speed is no longer proportional to her age.
Although she still had the Philosopher's Stone's elixir of life and tonic potion to back her up, if things continued like this, Astoria's life would not be in danger, but her body would become weaker and weaker day by day, and she didn't know when she would return to the state of being tortured by illness.
"Rowena, do you think my idea is reliable?"
703 Tom's consciousness entered the study space and came to Ravenclaw's garden villa. He didn't want to think about other things now. He had to completely solve Astoria's problem before he could feel at ease.
The method he prepared was to break the blood balance. The blood curse was a curse on the Greengrass family bloodline. In Muggle terms, this is called a genetic disease that follows DNA.
Help Astoria fuse the blood of magical creatures, allowing her to be reborn, reduce the concentration of the Greengrass family's blood, and the impact of the blood curse will also be weakened.
And if the fused bloodline still has powerful strength, perhaps it can completely optimize and eliminate the blood curse from within.
But what Tom was worried about was whether the fusion process would be affected by the bloodline and cause a collapse effect. Other problems could be solved by finding experimental materials, but the two people he knew currently who had the blood curse were Nagini and Astoria.
The situations of the two are completely different and cannot be used for experiments at all, which makes Tom feel hesitant.
Just by relying on his talent for thinking a lot, he discovered dozens of possible problems.
Ravenclaw's eyes flickered, as if she was deducing something. After a moment, she whispered, "I tend to agree with your method, but I share your concerns: killing is easy, saving is hard. After hundreds of years, perhaps even the caster doesn't know the effect of the magic they cast.
"So it's hard for me to guarantee you this is foolproof, the best verification method..."
The woman raised her head, looked at Tom and smiled slightly, but did not say the rest of the words. It was not because she was shy, but because she felt that Tom understood what she meant and there was no need to explain it in detail.
"I can help you create a blood curse with a similar performance."
Tom's expression remained unchanged and without any hesitation, he immediately nodded and agreed.
It sounds inhumane, but compared to Astoria's life and health, a little more extreme won't hurt.
Tom and Ravenclaw spent the entire night deducing the blood curse.
When two extremely intelligent people work together, their efficiency is naturally very high, and their thoughts constantly collide to produce sparks of inspiration, but in order to get closer to the effect of the Greengrass family blood curse, they are not in a hurry.
It was only at daybreak that Tom left his study space and arrived at the Reichstag in Berlin after several apparitions.
The grand conference room had long been cleared out, leaving only Grindelwald sitting quietly behind the podium, gazing intently at the rows of seats below, obviously reminiscing about past events and people.
It wasn't until Tom showed up that Grindelwald returned to normal. He looked at the boy and immediately noticed his abnormality. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you in trouble?"
"I guess so." Tom did not deny it and told Grindelwald about the changes in the blood curse.
After hearing this, Grindelwald's face suddenly became clear, and he then comforted her, "You still have time. Don't worry. The most important thing in learning magic is your mindset. I took many detours because of my eagerness for quick success."
"Don't worry about the 'materials' needed for the experiment. Although most people in this country are happy about my return, there are still some stubborn and stubborn individuals who refuse to repent. Among them are some opportunists who attacked the Saints after my arrest."
Grindelwald played with his fingers calmly, saying something chilling: "For your little girlfriend, their sacrifice is worth it.
Tom nodded; he understood.
Although his mentality was indeed affected, it was not a big problem. The plug-in and his current achievements gave him enough confidence.
He now has the people and money he needs. As long as he continues to study, he will find a calendar solution.
"By the way..." Grindelwald changed the subject, "I found some bugs here, not Dumbledore's people."
Tom didn't care about this little thing and said perfunctorily, "Why don't you tell me what to do? Wouldn't it be better to just deal with it directly?"
"I'm planning to take action against several neighboring countries," Grindelwald announced his plan. "I'm tired of this stalemate. I'm going to make a big move, break those people's resistance, and force Dumbledore to negotiate with me."
"Hmm?" Tom understood what he meant. "Are you going to dig a hole and wait for someone to jump in? Don't get yourself into trouble."
Is the King of the Century strong? Yes, he is.
But with hundreds of well-trained Aurors attacking at the same time, there was no other way but to escape. They were all mortal, and if Aurors' spells hit, they could be fatal.
"That's why I'm telling you." Grindelwald gave him a playful smile. "Want to join in the fun? Your Transfiguration skills are already quite advanced. Tell me... if two 'Gattler Grindelwalds' appeared, how would they react?"
Tom fell into deep thought.
This old man... is quite good at playing?
He disguised himself as Grindelwald...that was no problem at all. Even if Dumbledore came, he wouldn't be able to find out for a while.
Opportunities to fight against hundreds of Aurors are rare.
"Okay, contact me in advance." Tom nodded and agreed. "Try to postpone it until next month. I'm about to start the trial, and it will make too much noise [Dumbledore will have to travel around the world with Fawkes again]."
Grindelwald nodded, handed the unconscious Nagini to Tom, and the two parted ways.
When they returned to London, Tom saw that Daphne had not woken up yet, so he picked her up and shook her hard twice. The girl swung back and forth like a rag doll. She woke up but was dazed for a long time.
Daphne was dazed for a while before she finally understood her current situation. She pouted and said, "Tom, what are you doing? Can't you just wake me up properly?"
Tom poked the girl's eyebrows in annoyance. "When has it ever taken me an hour to get you out of bed? I don't have time today. Hurry up and get washed and ready to go to the station."
"Look at Astoria, she's already cleaned up and finished breakfast, and she's still acting like the older sister. I think you're the younger sister, the one who needs to be taken care of.
"Who said that? I am the older sister." Daphne said aggrievedly, but still got out of bed and changed her clothes obediently.
After a while, Mrs. Greengrass arrived and escorted the three of them to King's Cross Station.
There were already quite a few people on the familiar platform nine and three-quarters. When Tom passed by, those who were chatting happily subconsciously stopped talking, made way for him with some fear, and lowered their heads but couldn't help looking at Tom.
In the wizarding world, the threat of killing is much more severe than in ordinary people's society.
Although Tom did not do it himself, he indirectly forced more than ten wizards to death, causing a prosperous and thriving pure-blood family to decline in the blink of an eye, which makes people feel awe.
This is also the effect Tom wants, but it is not aimed at the students, but the parents behind them.
The last Tom Riddle could have wiped out your entire family [and the same is true now.
If you want to go against me, think carefully and see if your family tree is strong enough.
After getting on the train, the three of them found an empty compartment and sent a message to Qiu. Soon, Qiu also got on the train.
We talked and laughed along the way, time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye the train arrived at Hogsmeade.
When the students arrived at the oak door, they saw the person they least wanted to see - Snape, standing at the door with his arms folded and a gloomy face as usual.
Fortunately, Snape was not heading towards them. When he saw Tom, he immediately pointed to a small house nearby and then walked in.
Tom didn't understand why, but he followed.
After entering, Snape closed the door and asked without further ado, "I heard you have quite a few Inferi? Give me some. I don't want much, just one or two hundred will be enough."
Tom was so angry that he laughed, "Professor, one or two hundred is not a lot, can you give me some?"
I just came back from the community clinic. The mosquitoes in Shu are really killing me. The swellings they cause are big and hard. My legs are unsightly now. They are all covered with red spots and hard swellings.
Chapter 354: Toxic Magic, A Fight on the First Day of School
Snape is a person with no sense of boundaries and also has little emotional intelligence.
Not only did he not know how to treat or give gifts when asking someone to do something for him, he also blocked the door and invited Tom in as if he was collecting a debt. It was only because he was strong and could make medicine, otherwise he would have been beaten to death long ago.
Tom now had the urge to take action. He was ready to become Snape's teacher and teach him the principles of how to behave in society.
Sensing danger, Snape took two steps back without leaving a trace. He seemed to realize that what he said was too shameless, and added awkwardly: "I won't ask for it for nothing. [Aren't you short of money? ~ I'll buy it with Galleons.]
To be honest, Snape also felt that he was a bit of a coward, but it was nothing to be a coward in front of Tom - no big deal.
This guy is different from the Dark Lord. He looks kinder and more human than the Dark Lord, but in fact, Tom is the cruelest one. Most importantly, he is very careful!
"Sorry, Professor." Tom smiled happily. "I'm not short of money anymore. What is a Galleon? It's just a pile of dirt. I'm not interested in money."
He now had the confidence to say this. As long as he completed the order sent by Grindelwald, he would be able to complete the task of 5 million Galleons.
So the little bit of money Snape gave was not worth the current Tom's attention.
The old bat clenched his fists, his eyes conveying his disdain. "Ten Galleons is dirt? Did you fall into a cesspool before?"
Tom understood his look, his expression becoming awkward as he made to leave. Snape quickly dodged and blocked the doorway. "Well, let's not talk about dirt. What do you want? A potion, a formula, or anything else. We're open to discussion."
"Let's not talk about that for now." Tom looked his dean up and down. "First, let's talk about what you want the Inferi to do."
"I found a poison in an ancient book,"
Snape said frankly, without hiding anything. "This potion is colorless and odorless, and can be perfectly dissolved in any liquid.
Once it takes effect, the body will fester, and maggots will grow that devour magic power, eventually causing death in endless pain."
Tom held out his hand. "Give me the recipe."
This potion sounded really vicious, and he had to criticize it.
Snape's face darkened, and he reluctantly took out parchment and a quill and wrote down the recipe.
He was writing Tom while reading. Not to mention the refining techniques, just looking at the prescriptions made his scalp tingle. They were all some vicious things.
"Can you give it to me now?" Snape said impatiently as he watched Tom put the prescription away.
"What do you want?"
The boy looked at him doubtfully, "We haven't discussed the terms of the deal yet."
"Isn't that just now…"
Halfway through his speech, Snape realized that he had been tricked by this little b*****d again!
Merlin, please take this evil away quickly!
"What do you want?" Snape took a deep breath, trying to hide his inner urge to beat Tom up, and spoke calmly.
The most taboo thing in a deal is an imbalance between supply and demand, but what made Snape uncomfortable was that it seemed like he was always the one asking for help.
It was rare for Tom to approach him, and even if he did, the other party would always offer him something he couldn't refuse, forcing him to accept it with a pinch of his nose.
"Professor... you must have obtained this formula recently, right?"
Tom chuckled and said, "Where have you been panning for gold again? You must have found something else. Good things should be shared, not hidden away."
The reason for this judgment was that Tom sensed murderous intent from Snape.
It's not directed at him, but the remaining breath.
Snape's face changed slightly. He hadn't expected Tom to be so observant. He adjusted his robe unconsciously, as if he was considering how to start.
"Do you know "The Most Poisonous Magic"?
"I know, there's one in the restricted area." Tom said nonchalantly.
Not only had he read almost all the books in the forbidden area, he had also copied them all and projected them onto the library in the study space. "The Most Poisonous Magic" was probably one of the best books on black magic in the forbidden area, so of course he had read it.
There are a lot of introductions to black magic, even including Horcruxes, but many of them are outdated or have too harsh release conditions.
Has been gradually eliminated.
But there are still many things worth learning from. He and Ravenclaw also referred to several of the spells when developing the Blood Curse.
However, after hearing Tom's words, Snape shook his head. "The copy of 'The Most Poisonous Magic' in the restricted area is not the original. I don't know how many authors have reproduced and recorded it. I wouldn't dare say it's the original medieval copy, but it's at least a good match."
"For example, the recipe you just got, is it in the book in the restricted area?"
"That's right." Tom nodded in agreement, smiling broadly. "Then, Professor, could you please copy it for me? I'll give you fifty Inferi in exchange."
"One hundred."
"No, I have uses for all these corpses, five thousand is already a lot.
"Seventy-five." Snape continued bargaining.
Tom directly brought up the big boss, "Why don't you go talk to my teacher Nicolas Flamel? Don't blame me for not reminding you, Nicolas has been in a bad mood recently."
He didn't explain why he had a bad temper. Even if 90% of the blame was on him, wouldn't the other factors also be a factor?
Even Snape didn't want to confront an alchemist who was over 600 years old. He agreed reluctantly, but he was complaining madly in his heart.
Thousands of Yin corpses are not enough. Alchemists are indeed a bunch of lunatics. Compared to them, he is considered a white wizard.
"Do you want purified or unpurified?"
"Of course it's not purified. If it were purified, how could it be toxic?"
Just as Tom was about to ask Snape where he got the book "The Most Poisonous Magic", he heard a loud noise outside the door. A group of people were shouting something excitedly.
The conversation had to end there.
When the door was opened, there were quite a few people gathered in the hallway, and the protagonists being watched were also regular spectators - Harry and Malfoy.
The two of them are like the positive and negative poles of a magnet. Even if one lives on the rooftop and the other lives in the basement, they will be attracted to each other as long as they have the chance, creating sparks of passion.
Like now.
Harry and Malfoy were surrounded in the middle, wrestling passionately without paying attention to the people around them. They were both relatively well-behaved and did not use their wands. Harry's wand was in Ronald's hand, and Malfoy's was in Goyle's.
It was all direct collision of flesh.
Snape perked up as soon as he saw that it was Harry who was causing the trouble.
Using his greasy hair and sallow complexion, he managed to squeeze through a passage and get to the front.
He waited for Malfoy to knee Harry in the groin before forcing them apart with magic.
When they separated, Harry still had an expression of ecstasy on his face.
He was speechless.
0…Request flowers...
"That's really impressive..." Snape deliberately dragged out the last syllable. "Right after the start of the school year, you've already given your classmates a wonderful performance. Is this a welcome back? You're really putting in the effort."
Snape's sarcasm was always excellent. The two parties involved blushed, but the students watching couldn't help but chuckle, and low laughter came from all directions.
"Malfoy, you tell me." Snape raised his eyebrows at Malfoy and said, "What did you do to anger the famous Mr. Potter?"
Old b**ch.
Tom glanced at him.
He defined the matter right away and let Malfoy speak first, so whatever Harry said afterwards could be considered as quibbling.
Obviously, Harry's IQ wasn't high enough for him to figure this out, and Ronald couldn't offer any help.
"Professor, I don't understand either.
Malfoy explained innocently, "I was just checking in on Potter and asked him how he was getting along with his new father, and he punched me."
"You're talking nonsense!" Harry looked at him angrily, "Malfoy, you were the first one to insult Sirius as a disgrace to purebloods, so I hit you!"
"Is there something wrong with what I said?" Malfoy asked back, "Just ask which pure-blood doesn't think so? I'm just stating the facts. Does that mean anyone who holds a different opinion from you should be beaten?"
"Potter, are you the Dark Lord from somewhere?"
The Slytherin students around him all showed expressions of approval, and some even loudly praised Malfoy for his good work, while the Gryffindor students were very loyal and defended Sirius.
Seeing that the two sides were about to quarrel again, Snape was about to speak when Professor McGonagall appeared.
"What are you all doing here? You want to lose points right after the school starts?"
Professor McGonagall's intimidation was even greater than Snape's, and the debate that had just erupted quieted down again.
"Mr. Riddle."
Professor McGonagall looked around sternly, until everyone lowered their heads and dared not look at her. Then she asked Tom in a slightly more gentle tone, "What just happened?"
Tom did not take sides and told the testimony of both Malfoy and Harry.
After hearing this, Professor McGonagall's anger rose another two notches. He glared at them fiercely, "Gather your energy, you have nowhere else to go. The exam is the day after tomorrow. Are you sure you can get full marks?"
"Potter, Malfoy, you should be thankful that school is not in session today. No points will be deducted for now. However, you must report to Filch tomorrow after the exam and help him clean the utility room."
The two agreed dejectedly, and the crowd dispersed under Professor McGonagall's orders and walked into the auditorium.
Snape was a little unwilling, and he wanted to take this opportunity to punish Harry, but Professor McGonagall had made the decision, and he couldn't refute it. [Song Neng and Tom whispered about the time for the transaction.
As soon as they entered the Great Hall, Snape felt a powerful gaze falling on him and Tom.
I looked up and was shocked.
I haven't seen Dumbledore for a holiday. How come he looks like this?
Chapter 355: The Principal Is Often Ill, So This Teaching Should Be Encouraged
Although people outside and even inside Hogwarts often call Dumbledore a crazy old man, in fact, the old man's dress is not crazy or unkempt.
On the contrary, it is very sophisticated and has a high taste and aesthetics.
At the beginning and end of the school term, or when there was something important to announce, Dumbledore usually liked to wear dark robes and a pointed hat.
At school, he preferred purple and silver silk-like robes, which were often embroidered with various exquisite patterns, and each piece was worth a lot of money.
What remains unchanged is the care he takes of his hair and long beard, which can be described as flowing, neat and fluffy.
But at this moment
Dumbledore's eye sockets were sunken, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, his skin was dull and lifeless, and he had lost a lot of weight. His silver-white beard, which he always regarded as a treasure, was now messy and even tangled in several places.
At this time, Old Deng was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
Not only Snape noticed the change in Dumbledore, but many students and most professors could also see it at a glance.
Even a fool could feel the tiredness.
Everyone was speculating about what Dumbledore had done during the holiday and why the "Twenty-Seven Kingdoms" was so chaotic.
Almost subconsciously, they put the blame on Grindelwald. It must be somewhere out of sight that Dumbledore and Grindelwald clashed again, resisting the invasion of the Saints.
This is the bad thing about being the Dark Lord. You never know when a calamity will fall from your grasp, and you won't be able to get rid of it.
But...actually this matter does have something to do with Grindelwald.
The culprits who made Dumbledore what he is now are actually Nico and Newt, or rather, those two thousand vaginas.
Purification was never a simple matter. Reversing the dark power of the Inferi back to their normal state was equivalent to changing their biological nature. One or two was fine, but that was two thousand.
Not only was Dumbledore drained, but even the Elder Wand was pumping in and out.
Even so, it was only half done.
The conversation between Nico and Dumbledore before the funeral yesterday was to urge him to hurry up.
Recently, Nico successfully created two alchemical creatures under Tom's guidance.
He felt a great sense of accomplishment and all kinds of fantastic ideas were waiting for materials to be realized.
Now he was more anxious than Tom.
So after all the push and pull, it all ultimately leads to Tom. Given Grindelwald's relationship with him, it's reasonable to say that it's Grindelwald's fault. Now everything that's happening in the wizarding world is inseparable from this guy.
Tom glanced at Dumbledore with pity and prepared to buy him some honey and candy to replenish his body. Snape, on the other hand, became much more serious. His soft murmur was heard by the young man with good ears.
"Dumbledore... you won't survive the Dark Lord's return..."
Tom almost burst out laughing, looked at his dean with a strange expression, patted his shoulder, and said in a serious tone: "Professor, the principal is ill, you should encourage him.
It was indeed difficult to translate this into English, but Snape still understood it and looked at Tom speechlessly.
"Who said I wanted to be the principal?"
His only wish, or even motivation for living, was to watch Voldemort die. Nothing else mattered.
"No, no, no."
Tom shook his head and whispered, "You still don't understand. Only when you become the headmaster will Dumbledore be freed from trivial matters. Then, won't he be able to focus on dealing with the two Dark Lords?"
Snape lost himself in thought.
It seems...that's the truth.
These school affairs took up most of Dumbledore's attention, especially Harry Potter, oh, and the troublesome person next to him.
If he became the headmaster... Tom couldn't say for sure, but Potter would definitely be able to make everyone obedient, and also reassure Dumbledore and divert his attention.
A small flame of ambition suddenly burst out from his heart. Snape didn't even notice when Tom left. When he came to his senses, most of the students had returned, and he hurried to his seat.
When passing by Lupin's seat, he reminded him maliciously: "Remus John, don't forget to come to me to get medicine tomorrow."
Lupin, who was chatting with Professor Flitwick, also smiled warmly. "Thank you for the reminder, Severus. I won't forget it."
"snort."
The dinner started and ended quickly without any setbacks.
Except Filch had added two more items to the school's banned list.
The students didn't listen at all. After the break, they returned to the lounge in twos and threes, doing their homework or reviewing.
Although Tom's idea was very unethical, it was at least very helpful to the students of Hogwarts. At least it was much better than before when they just laughed foolishly, and they remembered a lot more knowledge.
Normally, Hermione would have spent most of her time and energy on reviewing before an exam, even if she was confident about all the content.
But this time I haven't seen Tom for nearly a month. Although they often video chat, the feeling is completely different. So Miss Wanshitong was bold this time and took the initiative to ask Tom to go watch the moon together at night.
It was late at night, and after making sure her roommates were asleep, Hermione quickly sent a message to Tom, then cast a Disillusionment Charm on herself, and the two met at the door.
The little witch happily hugged Tom's arm, and the two walked towards the forbidden forest, planning to build a nest in the unicorn's territory tonight.
Tom can't think of a good rest these days, everything is booked out. Tomorrow is Ginny's, and after the exams, it's Penelope...
"Woo-woo!"
Sensing Tom's presence, three unicorns came towards him from a distance, happily running in front of the boy and spinning in circles.
Tom touched each one of them one by one, and when he finally touched the third one, he lifted it up, and a circle of flesh suddenly appeared on the little guy's neck.
Hermione couldn't help laughing at the sight.
Tom was also at a loss for words. "Xiao San, why have you gained so much weight?"
He felt that Xiao San had gained at least 30 kilograms, and had gained a lot of fat everywhere.
"Woo~Woo~" Dabao and Erbao were helping the child explain that maybe Xiaosan was entering adolescence. This month, Xiaosan's appetite increased a lot. He was either eating or on the way to eat.
"Okay, I'll lose weight after I stabilize myself."
Tom discovered that his pets were all foodies. Not to mention the pandas, the unicorns ate quite a bit too, and the Usagi even more. The news of the meteorite theft from the Muggle community had been on TV several times, and it was almost a cold case...
After playing with the unicorns for a while, Tom let Hermione into the tent early because the weather was too cold. The two of them hid in the quilt to keep each other warm. Before they knew it, they talked about Graves.
Actually...Hermione didn't quite approve of Tom's style of doing things. She said it very tactfully, but Tom could still hear it.
The two people's worldviews and ways of cognition once again diverged.
Hermione felt that this was too reckless. A direct conflict would likely result in injury or even worse consequences.
Besides, she also disapproves of relying on force to resolve issues. If everyone relies on force to settle scores, wouldn't social order be in turmoil?
After all, Hermione's thoughts were determined by her background and vision.
She was born into an elite middle-class family and attended a primary school in a wealthy area since childhood. Her classmates basically had the same social status as her.
Families like theirs, who are close to capital, or even have small capital, are actually the most comfortable group of people in society.
They have a superior material life and sufficient cash on hand to withstand crises, and they do not have to face the same intrigue and complicated situations as big capital.
Therefore, they are neither exposed to the poverty of the lower class nor to the reality and cruelty of the upper class. They will naturally support the current social status and operating rules that are most beneficial to them.
Fortunately, Hermione's temper has improved a lot. Although she was not the most obedient kitten in front of Tom, she has become much gentler.
If the two had just met, or if their personalities were like those in the original novel, they would not express their opinions in a tactful way, but would start criticizing directly.
Tom had no intention of refutation. He just smiled and said a few perfunctory words, and then subtly turned the topic to Hermione's most interesting subject, study.
It's not that I'm afraid or impatient, but it's meaningless.
In a simple debate, he could leave Hermione speechless, but what was the point? Not being able to win the argument didn't mean he was convinced in his heart, otherwise there wouldn't be so many stubborn people in the world.
It would take more than words to truly make Hermione understand him, or realize how the world really works.
You have to rely on real experience and rich experience to understand. Now in the ivory tower, everyone is yearning for a better future. After graduation, you will naturally understand after you have more exposure.
For example, Bones. Hermione's personality is similar to Bones in many aspects, but now Bones sticks to his principles while also being flexible so as not to make people feel uncomfortable.
The next day, Tom and Hermione slept until half past eight. Instead of going to the Great Hall for breakfast, they asked the house-elf to bring them a portion. After they finished eating, they hurried to the Transfiguration classroom.
"Mr. Riddle, Dumbledore said that he needs you to go to his office at noon. He wants to invite you to lunch."
Running into the classroom as the bell rang, Professor McGonagall didn't mean to blame him. She just stopped Tom when he passed by and whispered Dumbledore's invitation to him.
Tom was stunned. Although he didn't understand what Old Dumbledore was trying to do, he nodded to show that he understood and returned to his seat to continue the class.
Chapter 356: Dumbledore's Guess, Tom Is a Good Boy!
Tom discovered that he was too popular.
I had just received Dumbledore's invitation but hadn't gone yet. After class, the beautiful ghost came to join in the fun.
"I'll be waiting for you at the observatory at midnight."
Leaving behind a few words, Ms. Grey's spirit passed through Tom's body and floated away.
Daphne's expression suddenly became strange. She had just heard what Ms. Grey said: midnight, rooftop, a man and a woman.
But... ghosts can't be kissed, hugged or lifted up high.
"Tom, you and Ms. Grey..." Daphne hesitated, but still asked.
In order to avoid being mistaken for a Death Knight, Tom decided to reveal some information. He whispered in the girl's ear, "I have inherited the legacy of Lady Ravenclaw and am considered her disciple. Lady Grey is..."
Daphne's eyes were wide open, and she looked very cute.
She was shocked by the news
Tom was a little confused: "I remember I told you about Helena's experiences, right?"
Daphne said matter-of-factly, "I have so many things to remember every day, so it's reasonable for me to forget one or two, right?"
Tom was speechless, but he felt it made sense.
"Then can I go tonight?" The girl's eyes were twinkling with gossip, and she was obviously interested in Ms. Grey, but Tom shook his head.
"If it were just me, I would definitely agree, but since it involves Helena's privacy, let's forget it."
"Oh." The little witch pouted, but soon returned to her good mood because Tom promised to accompany her to go boating on Black Lake this weekend.
05.....
After the Herbology class, Tom put the shovel and bucket back at the classroom door and parted ways with other students. He took a shortcut and took the elevator to the eighth floor.
"Hi, Riddle boy." The gargoyle was very happy to see his good friend. He did not make way for the passage immediately, but started chatting with him.
"How was your holiday?"
Tom thought for a moment and said, "That was great! I went and challenged someone to a fight, and I won."
"Fight?"
The gargoyle's eyebrows suddenly lit up, but then he complained a little, "Then why don't you take me with you? Although Dumbledore said that I can only take a vacation during the summer vacation, I'm not going on vacation.
I'm going to protect the students of Hogwarts.
He will definitely approve it."
"You're overthinking it," Tom couldn't help but laugh. "Zipri Zhang actually didn't approve of me doing this. He didn't know until after it happened. Otherwise, I think... I might have been in trouble even leaving England."
"Alas, Dumbledore is still too soft. He's nothing like Godric... That's right."
The gargoyle's eyes suddenly narrowed. "Riddle boy, I hadn't noticed before that you smell like... Emperor Ravencrest.
Tom was stunned. "You can still smell it?"
"Of course not." The gargoyle rolled his eyes. "I learned this from you humans... It's called a figure of speech. Metaphor, metaphor, you know?"
"Alright." Tom shrugged helplessly. "You're much smarter than I thought... As for the Ravenclaw aura you mentioned, I don't understand it. But I also thought I was the best fit for Ravenclaw House. It's a pity the Sorting Hat doesn't know people well."
He had never imagined that the gargoyle's "nose" was so sensitive that it could detect even his subtle changes.
But that's normal, as it's one of the few objects in the school that has had contact with the founder.
"You'd better forget it."
The gargoyle sneered. "Even if you have a Ravenclaw vibe, you're just a greedy raven with Slytherin ambitions. Slytherin suits you best."
Tom raised his middle finger, urging the gate beast to make way.
After walking up the spiral escalator, the door of the principal's office opened automatically, and a table full of delicious food was already placed on the desk.
The old principal smiled as he watched Tom come and sit down opposite him, but in his heart he was thinking about the conversation between Tom and the gargoyle just now.
In fact, when Ms. Grey looked at Tom differently, she suspected that there was some inexplicable connection between Tom and the founder.
Slytherin was able to leave behind the Chamber of Secrets, so other founders naturally had the means to leave behind a "legacy".
Now that I heard the gargoyle say the same thing, my guess was even more certain.
But he had no intention of saying it out loud, he was just quietly curious.
The young man laughed and teased, "Professor, that's quite a feast."
It was obvious that the delicacies on this table were individually made and not ordinary items taken directly from the kitchen. However, the more this was the case, the more alert Tom became.
I was afraid that the banquet would not be good and would cause him some difficult problems.
"Being a principal comes with some privileges."
Dumbledore ignored the teasing and revealed some little secrets: the headmaster had a dedicated house-elf to take care of his daily life, and even Professor McGonagall did not enjoy such a privilege.
Tom finally got to experience the life of a principal.
Now that he was here, no matter what Old Deng said later, if he didn't enjoy this meal, wouldn't he be at a loss?
Tom didn't hesitate and picked up a sausage pie and started eating it.
Sausage pie is just his name for this dish. If it is translated literally... it should be called Toad in the Hole, which is actually a whole sausage placed in Yorkshire pudding and baked in the oven.
It sounds simple, but it actually tastes pretty good, and even Tom, who has a very picky taste, can accept it.
Compared to his boldness and straightforwardness, Dumbledore was much more refined, slowly cutting the barbecue on his plate, as if he invited Tom over just to have a simple meal with him.
However, when Tom ate the last olive as a fruit after the meal, Dumbledore finally couldn't help himself.
"Tom... I still have the Slytherin locket; it's not destroyed.
The main event is here.
Tom finished the last of the fruit in due time and leaned back in his chair, a hint of doubt on his face. "Hasn't it been destroyed yet? Has something gone wrong?"
Then, he asked enthusiastically: "Do you need my help? I am quite proficient in the Fierce Fire Curse.
"Thank you for your kindness, Tom."
Dumbledore shook his head and gently fiddled with the silverware beside him. A fine and continuous silver mist gushed out, and the smell of food residue in the room was quickly dissipating.
"Actually... I was thinking about whether there were other ways to destroy the Horcrux without damaging it, or to extract Voldemort's soul."
"After all, each of the Four Giants' relics holds great significance. I cannot allow these artifacts to be buried in obscurity because of one person's evil deeds."
"I see." Tom nodded in understanding, but he was complaining in his heart: "What do you mean by protecting the locket? Isn't it for Harry?"
Dumbledore had speculated about the connection between Harry and Voldemort. At first, he did not understand why Voldemort could survive the Killing Curse, so he did not think about it in other ways.
But ever since he got the diary and confirmed that Voldemort had used the Horcrux to gain immortality, his mind suddenly opened up.
He probably began to suspect that Harry had become Voldemort's "Horcrux" a long time ago, and began to consider how to destroy the soul fragment without hurting Harry.
"So...why did you tell me this idea?" Tom asked puzzledly.
Dumbledore frankly stated his purpose. "Nicol said you possess a method for extracting 'spirituality.' I'm very interested in the concept of spirituality. If you can extract spirituality, what about the soul?"
"I would like to ask you for the extraction method. As a thank you, you can ask me for anything."
"Let me be the principal?" Tom asked tentatively.
The old man's usual gentle smile became stiff, and then he forced a smile, "Tom.323..Isn't this a little too early? But I am very happy that you have such a deep affection for Hogwarts."
No, he just wanted to be the principal, and then carry out various reforms and increase credits.
Dumbledore felt very uncomfortable now. He thought that Tom would make all kinds of outrageous requests. After all, he was not an ordinary student and his horizons were not that narrow.
But I didn't expect it to be so outrageous.
I'm not dead yet, is it really okay for you to be so anxious to usurp the throne?
"Tom, could you please forgive...a request that I can fulfill?" Dumbledore said helplessly.
"Then keep it for now."
Tom felt that Dumbledore had nothing to give him now, so he might as well keep it as a favor and keep making him feel uncomfortable.
Dumbledore also understood that it was not pleasant to feel indebted all the time, but there was nothing he could do. He was in the same situation as Snape - the initiative was in Tom's hands.
Tom wrote down the spiritual extraction method without reservation.
He has never been a person who keeps things to himself. Instead, he hopes that Dumbledore can research something interesting that will be helpful to him.
Looking at the parchment in his hand, Dumbledore smiled with relief.
Things went better than he expected.
Tom is a good boy. He actually trusts him so much.
Dumbledore's gaze towards the boy softened a bit now. Compared to Voldemort, who pretended to be an excellent student, Tom was much better, although he could also cause trouble, and the trouble was always great.
"Professor, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
After checking the time, Tom found that he had to go to class, so he said goodbye and left. He took out a toothpick and walked out of the principal's office while picking his teeth.
Now that Dumbledore has started researching Horcruxes, it's time for him to take action as well.
If it drags on, Ravenclaw, the scheming old woman, will definitely be dissatisfied. He also wants to successfully push his approval rating to fifty by resolving the crown issue.
Being possessed by a legendary wizard is bound to bring extraordinary feelings.