Chapter 357: Tom's Aesthetics, The Duel Competition Is Coming
"You're here."
"Shouldn't I come?" Tom looked at Helena strangely.
"What are you talking about?"
Helena rolled her eyes at him. A cold wind blew past, but it had no effect on the ghost. Instead, the clouds in the sky moved again, blocking out the few remaining moonlight.
Whether it is a woman or a female ghost, they actually have two faces.
When you are not familiar with her, she looks one way to you, but when you get to know her, she looks another way.
The same is true for Helena.
Even in the eyes of the little wizards of Ravenclaw, she was a noble, dignified and cold witch. In front of Tom, because of Ravenclaw, Helena had already regarded Tom as her junior brother. Naturally, she would not put up a wall in her heart like she did to outsiders, and gradually let herself go.
The result is... this girl looks silly, no wonder she was so stupid back then
But we can't blame Helena, after all, she is an artificial human. If we have to blame someone, we can only blame Ravenclaw for his poor skills.
"Tom..." The woman's voice was gentle, but her peach blossom eyes were narrowed, with a dangerous aura.
When meeting Helena, Tom would of course bring Ravenclaw along, and he even specially separated a strand of his consciousness to accompany her. However, this woman guessed what he was thinking as if she had the ability to read his mind.
Tom smiled awkwardly, not daring to answer, and focused his attention on the outside world.
"Don't waste time in such a cold weather. What's going on?"
"Have you forgotten something?" Helena also narrowed her eyes. You know what, she really looks a bit like her mother, but without that aura.
Tom immediately understood what she was talking about. "The crown? Of course I haven't forgotten it, and I already have a clue."
"Really?" Helena immediately asked, "Where is the crown now?"
"I'll tell you when I find it." Tom didn't say the crown was in the Room of Requirement. He still had to make some preparations before he could get the crown. It wouldn't be too late to tell him everything after he had dealt with it.
"Then you have to hurry up." Helena urged: "With the crown, your progress will be faster. Mother's magic is very magical and can always keep you in the most focused state.
I will never take off my crown, nor will I feel tired."
Tom nodded. He had already known the effects of the crown from Ravenclaw.
In fact... it is just the most basic effect of the learning space, and it may even be worse than that.
Because once the crown is taken off, the mental fatigue accumulated before will burst out all at once, which is difficult for ordinary people to endure.
If used for too long, there is also the risk of sudden death and fainting.
Ravenclaw actually used this crown to suppress her chaotic thoughts and ensure that her energy was used in the right place. As it was passed around, the effect of the crown became more and more outrageous.
Even Helena believed those lies.
Judging from Voldemort's reaction, this thing is of no use to him.
Otherwise, it is impossible that he would discard it like a piece of trash after making it into a Horcrux and throw it directly into the Room of Requirement. He is not a fool. If it is really useful, why doesn't Voldemort use it to improve his strength and kill Dumbledore as soon as possible?
"Don't worry, I will definitely get the crown back and will never let the teacher's glory be tarnished by the dark wizard."
Ravenclaw's mouth twitched when he heard this.
Are you the worst dark wizard in the world now?
After comforting Helena, Tom hurried to the next place. Ginny had been waiting in the Forbidden Forest for a while and was in a bad mood when she saw him.
Can Tom spoil her?
After being beaten and having her butt swollen, Ginny felt comfortable and obedient.
After changing into a maid's outfit in the tent with ease, Ginny picked up the gift Tom had given her - a potion bottle filled with a clear liquid.
"What is this?" the girl asked curiously.
"Freckle removal liquid," Tom said, "apply it on your freckles before going to bed every day, and they will all disappear in half a month.
Hearing this, Ginny didn't feel happy, but frowned. "Is it necessary to remove the spots? I think it's pretty good. So cute."
After saying that, she shook her head narcissistically. As she grew older, the girl's appearance gradually matured. When she first entered school, Ginny was actually just average because of her baby fat, but now she can make many boys turn their heads and glance at her sideways.
When she grows up a little, she will undoubtedly be a standard beauty.
"You think it's good, but I don't like it." Tom emphasized. Although the girl was a little reluctant, she still opened the bottle obediently and applied the potion in front of the mirror.
In fact, Ginny is not the only one who thinks freckles are cute. In the eyes of many people in the UK, freckles are a symbol of beauty and a manifestation of health and authenticity.
Especially in religion, freckles are considered to be a blessing from God and a mark of good deeds in previous lives, which makes the existence of freckles more popular.
Aesthetics...can also be distorted and changed.
But Tom doesn't like freckles. If they look good, they look good. A beauty's face has a beauty mole, while an ugly person's face has a mole. A beautiful woman with freckles is still a beauty without the freckles, and looks even more pleasing to the eye.
Women dress up to please themselves. Even though Ginny thinks freckles are actually good, she can understand Tom's preference by looking at his attitude.
After thinking about it, it is true. This bad guy likes Daphne's smooth and tender texture.
After Ginny finished applying the freckle removal lotion, Tom held her in his arms. The little witch was soft and chubby, making her a perfect human pillow.
"Oh, right." Ginny remembered something, "Are George and Fred working for you? They're busy this holiday. I overheard them mention something about delivery number two."
Tom nodded and conceded. "They both have good alchemy talent. Let them manufacture another product for me."
In fact, now that he has alchemical creatures, the twins' productivity is dispensable to him. However, precisely because it is dispensable, Tom will not easily go back on his word on what he promised before, so he simply lets the two continue to do it.
However, George and Fred's perseverance was indeed great. After a few months, they had earned 300 Galleons from him, which was higher than Arthur's salary.
"With such a high salary, you won't lose out, right?" As an extroverted girl, Ginny was most concerned about whether Tom was losing out. If Gemini heard it, he would probably be devastated.
"Don't worry, there are plenty of suckers to pay for me."
Even if the products are sold at a low price, there is still profit to be made. What capital fears most is not low prices, but no one buying.
Ginny nodded in realization, found a more comfortable place to lie down, and soon fell asleep. She was still dizzy until the exam started the next day.
With the experience of last semester, the little wizards more or less remembered the exams they would take after school started, so they did not relax too much during the holiday.
Professor McGonagall has been in a good mood these past two days. The placement test ensures that the little wizard's head is not empty. However, no matter how rich the theoretical knowledge is, it all comes down to the wand in the hand.
The power of the fantasy potion was revealed at this moment.
The students of Hogwarts gradually relied on the effects of potions to strengthen their concentration when casting spells, and their general level was much higher than that of their classmates.
The educational funds that Dumbledore had raised through his hard work did not go to waste.
After two days of exams, everyone felt exhausted and was listless all Friday. The other professors understood everyone's fatigue, but Snape took the opportunity to add insult to injury and deducted another 20 points from Gryffindor.
Half of it was Harry's, and half of it was Neville's.
Harry looked at his back as he left, wishing he could release a disarming spell from his eyes and slam the old bat away.
Suddenly, Newt turned to Ronald and asked, "When can I beat Snape? Can I do it after graduation?"
Ronald looked confused, he didn't understand any of this.
However, he still said stubbornly, "It should be... okay. Hasn't Snape been trying to get the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Dumbledore has never agreed. It must be because his level is not up to par."
"That makes sense." Harry's eyes lit up; this was an angle he had never considered before.
In addition, Sirius had always mocked Snape for being a weakling and how he was suppressed by his father at school. Now Harry also felt that Snape was a weakling who was just relying on his position as head of house to bully others.
He's just a stinky medicine maker.
Harry quietly set another standard for himself.
There's still half a year left in the third year... Let's put it this way, two and a half years. After two and a half years, he must personally give Snape a treat!
When passing by the entrance hall, Harry (Zhao Le De) found that the bulletin board was crowded with students again. Needless to say, there must be some announcement posted.
How could the Gryffindor, who loved to join in the fun, miss it? He and Ronald struggled to squeeze in, pushing aside one classmate after another. By the time they reached the front, they had actually heard almost everything.
On March 1st, schools and contestants for the Underage Wizarding Tournament will arrive at Hogwarts. The competition will begin on the second weekend of March and last for seven weeks until May.
This time the competition was divided into groups according to grade. Since the first-grade students really didn't master any magic, the first-grade group was simply cancelled. Only grades two to seven were left, and boys and girls were not divided into groups for judging.
During the first six weeks, each grade will compete every Saturday to determine the strongest. The final week is the finals, where all grades are welcome to challenge each other, but each person only has two chances to fail. After two failures, the competition stops there.
Finally, here is the reward for this competition. The champion will receive a reward of one thousand Galleons.
"One thousand Galleons?!" Ronald's voice changed and his eyes turned red.
"I want to participate!"
Harry looked at his friend who was blinded by money with pity. He didn't say anything discouraging, but he knew it clearly in his heart.
With Tom here, what's the difference between this money and giving it to him for free?
Chapter 358: Tom, Who Was Banned, Actually Received a Reward After Failing the Mission
Harry wasn't the only one who thought the champion had already been decided; most people actually thought so.
No one still regarded Tom as a student, whether professor or student, and there were no rules restricting his participation in this competition.
Unless... the Greengrasses or Granger used a honey trap, Harry couldn't imagine how Tom could lose.
But...if even the students can think of it, will professors and other schools think of it?
Now that I've thought of it, how can I not take precautions? Otherwise, I would be competing for second place in the competition. However... this kind of targeting is not reflected in the rules.
They just banned Tom.
"Is there still justice and law?!"
Snape's desk was slammed with bangs. If it were anyone else, even another dean, Snape would definitely be angry.
But now, facing the angry boy, he could only endure it and curse Dumbledore in his heart.
You only knew to give this kind of crappy job to me, why didn't you come and tell him yourself?
He was sure that Dumbledore had guessed that Tom would behave like this, so he asked him to take action, and even said that he was Tom's head of house.
You're still his principal!
"Riddle." Snape waited until the boy had left his desk and the office was quiet again before he said, "What meaning does this kind of competition have for you?"
"What do you get if you win a boring competition with a bunch of incompetent people?"
"Professor, you don't understand. This is called honor." Tom retorted confidently, "I'm a Slytherin, full of ambition and honor."
Snape's forehead was throbbing with veins. 183 "Even a Slytherin wouldn't strive for any 'honor' [would he compete with ten groups of monkeys to see who could eat more bananas?]"
This was such a derogatory statement that the elites from other schools and even the young wizards from Hogwarts were expelled.
Tom snorted coldly, leaning forward slightly to stare at him. "Professor, do you think the properties can be the same? I don't want it. That's my own property, but now they don't want to give it to me. They must give me an explanation."
Snape sighed, "Several other schools have said that you are not on the same level as the other contestants. Participating in this competition will make everything meaningless and will also demotivate the students.
"Riddle, I'm not forcing you not to participate.
If you participate, the competition won't take place.
You can only choose one.
Oh, and those headmasters are praising you, saying you'll definitely surpass Dumbledore.
Not participating is purely a student's personal choice, and they can't do anything about it."
"With this attitude, what reason do you have to attack them?"
Now Tom was in a dilemma. He was a soft-hearted person, so he couldn't just shake someone else's head and participate in the competition for a small reward, right?
So, do you still want his face?
Finally, Tom racked his brains and came up with a way to make up for his losses. "Each school gives me 100 books from their restricted collection, and there must be no duplication. I agreed."
The seven major magic schools still have some background - except for Ilvermorny. Although it is impossible to bring out the best things in the box, it can still help us learn by analogy.
Seeing Tom give in, Snape's heart finally settled down. He was afraid that Tom would get carried away and ruin the game, and then Dumbledore would definitely blame him.
Because he knew that the old man didn't want to provoke Tom, and even less did he want to go against Tom and force out another Voldemort.
Unless it is a matter of principle, we will accommodate the little ancestor.
As for the conditions proposed by Tom, they were not excessive. Without discussing it with Dumbledore or notifying other schools, Snape agreed to them.
Tom's expression finally eased a little. He said goodbye and left the office, constantly comforting himself in his heart.
Forget it, it's just an intermediate lottery, if he doesn't want it, then forget it.
This also serves as a reminder to him that the world doesn't always revolve around him.
He didn't take this competition seriously at first, but ended up falling flat on his face.
He must never be proud and complacent in the future.
But even though he said that, Tom still felt uncomfortable because this was his first mission failure.
At this moment, the system brought comfort.
[Detecting that the host has failed their first mission, triggering the "Failure is the mother of success" achievement, rewarding 100 achievement points, 500 credits, and one chance to enter the intermediate lottery.
I hope the host will work hard to improve themselves, have smooth sailing from now on, and become a top student.]
[I hereby issue a task: Where you fell, you must get up from there. Please participate in a large-scale event. The final reward will be determined based on the comprehensive evaluation of the event scale and influence.]
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Tom, who had just reached the stairs and was about to go upstairs, stopped in his tracks, a deep frown on his face.
The system really has something going on. There's no need to bully the little brat with a flattering face. All the task rewards have been distributed.
Is failure the mother of success?
Then he had to play the role of Wa's apprentice... Mom is so nice!
The next task was also to Tom's liking. He was boycotting me from participating in the competition. This time he was not thoughtful enough and was taken advantage of. He won't be so lucky next time.
In a good mood, Tom directly used up the intermediate lottery and got 200 achievement points, which was neither a loss nor a gain. After looking at the current achievement points, he found that he was only 200 away from summoning another King of the Century, so Tom no longer paid attention to it.
Arriving at the auditorium, everyone was discussing the duel competition. When Tom came in, the noisy discussion suddenly died down. [Countless rays of light were projected over at once.
Tom was happy and decided to take this opportunity to announce it so that he wouldn't have to tell others about it when he got back.
"Don't look at me. I won't be participating in this duel. I've discussed this with Professor Snape, and he expressed his support. You all should do your best and try to keep the championship at Hogwarts."
"Wow!"
The quiet auditorium erupted in excitement again. Just now, people were saying that the result was a foregone conclusion, but now Tom had chosen to withdraw?
"Tom, why did you withdraw from the competition?" Shabini asked anxiously and puzzledly, "You won the championship for free, why are you giving it to someone else?"
"That's right." A senior Slytherin was also very confused: "Didn't you say before that you would participate in this competition?"
Faced with the crowd's bewilderment, Tom threw up his hands helplessly: "What can I do? If I insist on participating, students from other schools won't sign up, and the competition won't even work."
"So I can only withdraw and leave the opportunity to you. But I believe that even if I don't play, the champion will definitely be Hogwarts."
Tom always felt that taking advantage of others meant he would suffer losses. Although the system compensated him and gave him an extra mother, what did this have to do with the other magic schools?
I can still disgust you even if you don't let me participate.
Sure enough, the smart people already understood what Tom meant, and they all showed disgust. It turned out that Tom withdrew from the competition because the other schools were afraid and did not dare to let him participate.
"How shameless." Malfoy snorted. "Pete and his little followers are shameless."
"So, you think there's no one else in Hogwarts except Tom?"
Many senior students are angry. Do you think that without Tom, the other students at Hogwarts are insignificant and the championship will surely be snatched away?
At this moment, the four colleges had a rare unified attitude—that is, to give the m***********r a good beating!
That evening, the deans received enthusiastic registrations from students of their respective colleges, and the fighting enthusiasm that had dissipated due to the cancellation of the duel open class was revived.
In the Slytherin common room, Tom helped to temporarily expand the space and set aside a duel area.
Soon, news about the dueling competition appeared in the newspapers. The rules and time were secondary. The Daily Prophet focused on mocking other schools for being afraid of Tom's participation. The report was written by Rita Skeeter, so you can imagine how blunt her words were.
In addition, he severely belittled those magical areas. This can be regarded as a traditional skill of the British. They dislike everyone and want to be a troublemaker if they get the chance. Even if they suffer losses, they must intervene.
After the release, Rita Skeeter contacted colleagues in other countries to spread the report, and Wenda Rozier also quietly added fuel to the fire.
Soon, the news spread to those schools, and several principals were shaking with anger, but they had no way to refute it.
Why are you angry?
Because someone told me what I did!
Tom handed the matter over to his subordinates and did not put too much energy into it. Two weeks passed in a blink of an eye, and his credits were consumed at an alarming rate, with at least three extraordinary modes and one mind leap every day.
In the study space, Ravenclaw's villa kept flashing blue light, and a hurricane blew up out of nowhere, pulling at the exotic flowers and plants around it.
Ravenclaw waved her hand gently, and an invisible protective shield blocked the hurricane's suction. She looked at the top of the room, feeling something carefully, and finally shook her head helplessly. Her beautiful face became more charming under the shining light.
Finally, the hurricane gradually dissipated and the frequency of the blue light flashing decreased.
Soon after the last rays of light faded away, the front door creaked open.
Tom walked out with a calm expression.
"Did it work?" Ravenclaw asked, unusually nervous.
"It worked."
The boy nodded, but the voice did not come from his mouth, but from behind the door.
Another 'Tom' came out.
(Not a clone, not a clone.).
Chapter 359: Thought Incarnation, Bulgaria Surrenders?
Ravenclaw smiled a smile that could melt ice and snow, feeling both surprised and relieved.
Tom has walked his own path on her path.
It cannot be said that the two have parted ways in the research direction of thinking and memory, but it can be said that they have begun to have differences.
It will not be until the future when Tom is completely on par with or even surpasses him that he can be considered to have established his own school.
"Do you feel any discomfort?" Ravenclaw asked with concern, not only caring about Tom himself, but also about the specific effect of the spell.
"To be honest, I haven't seen it."
Tom shook his head. "It's just a spell. It ends naturally once it's released. I certainly can't control its subsequent actions. Otherwise, what's the point of researching this spell if I have to pay such a high price?"
"That's right.
This time, it was Tom, who reappeared later, who spoke. "Don't mistake me for Tom. I'm just a stagnant shadow formed by magic and thoughts, a manifestation of memory. When my magic power is exhausted and my mission is completed, I will give back to him the rewards."
Ravenclaw looked at him. In fact, it was easy to distinguish the two Toms. The face of the Tom behind was blurry and his body looked light and fluttery, but the style and smell of Tom were too strong, so he could be recognized at a glance.
This is the spell Tom has recently developed after spending nearly ten thousand credits on research - Mind Incarnation.
The active mind and memory are fused with magic power and separated to form a virtual entity that can be used for combat, research, and as an assistant.
When the incarnation dissipates, the last of the magic will return to the original body with the memory seeds, digesting and absorbing all experiences, which is somewhat similar to the shadow clone technique in a certain world.
When the shadow clone returns, it will bring fatigue back to the main body, but the mental incarnation will not. It only has to digest the burden brought by the memory, which can also be perfectly solved in the learning space.
Among them, combat is the least noteworthy effect. The reason why Tom spent so much money to develop the incarnation of thought is to sharpen the knife before chopping wood, so that he will not be entangled by trivial matters and can focus on the development of magic.
Alchemy, potions, and various experiments can be left to the incarnation of thought.
Possessing the talent of numerous thoughts, even if the mind incarnation cannot use the extraordinary mode and thought leap, its efficiency will not be too weak. Every time he encounters difficulties in recovering memories, he just needs to concentrate on overcoming them.
"How about it? Do you want to learn it?" Tom waved his hand, and his thought condensed into a stream of light and flew back to his body. "With this spell, your reading and thinking efficiency will be greatly improved."
Ravenclaw gave the little man a coquettish look.
He really refuses to admit defeat and even wants to be her teacher.
Dogs don't
"Why not?" The woman pretended to be wronged and said, "Teacher Riddle, please take more care of me in the future. I am a stupid student, so please don't be impatient.
DEUT...
Tom gasped, and the temperature in the study room dropped accordingly.
She is so good at it.
He found that Ravenclaw's mind was really hard to guess. Sometimes she was cold and indifferent, and even crazier than him when doing experiments. Sometimes she was a gentle and intellectual big sister.
Ariana called out for her mother several times.
Can you still act like a little girl and act like a spoiled child now, stupid student?
If you are stupid, then what are those little wizards in Hogwarts now, paramecium?
If I get a Ravenclaw, wouldn't that be like getting countless girlfriends with different styles?
"Come on, come on, I will give you a lecture and give you the saliva now." Tom pulled Ravenclaw back to the villa.
It's not difficult for Ravenclaw to learn this magic. The most basic theory is the cutting of mental power that she proposed. It temporarily separates the stored idle mental power without causing any impact on the main body.
How many incarnations can be divided depends on the number and strength of the mental power divisions, and also on the impact of the memory seeds on the brain during recovery.
Therefore, Ravenclaw mastered it quickly, and a few hours later, a new 'Ravenclaw' appeared in front of Tom, equally graceful and charming.
Especially when the face is not clear, it has a more hazy beauty.
"If I had this spell back then, it would have been much easier." Ravenclaw nodded in satisfaction, then asked, "How many incarnations can you create now?"
"We can only have three now," Tom said. "The distribution of magic power is very important. It must match the spirit it carries, otherwise there will be an imbalance. Once we become more proficient, perhaps we can have more."
"That's pretty good, better than me." Ravenclaw can only split into two incarnations now. Her soul essence is not as high as Tom's, so it is more difficult to divide her mental power. Once damaged, it may take her months or even years to repair.
But Tom, with the gift of the Unicorn Holy Spirit, had his soul essence sublimated. Even injuries that others considered serious could be completely healed by him after two days of good sleep.
It can only be said that only those with a good foundation are qualified to mess around.
Why is it difficult for poor families to produce noble children? It is because they do not have the qualifications to try and fail. Most of them only have one chance to succeed or fail. Not only is the chance of achieving class transition lower in terms of probability,
Even the mentality will be affected, and people will be hesitant to do things.
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After leaving the study space, Tom looked relaxed. He separated three thought incarnations and threw them into the small world, letting them fiddle around on their own.
Bloodline fusion experiment, 'I Chat' technology iteration, and research on physical possession manufacturing are the three tasks he assigned to the mind incarnation, and they are also the three problems that need to be solved urgently.
Next up would be the diadem or the Horcrux, but there was no need to rush, as Voldemort couldn't break into Hogwarts and rob them openly anyway.
Last time, he was severely humiliated by Grindelwald, and I don't know where he went to be a rat.
After sorting out his thoughts, Tom had a clearer idea of his future plans and soon fell asleep.
A week later.
The young wizards of Hogwarts have completed their registration for the competition. The total number of applicants from all grades exceeds 150, with an average of nearly 20 applicants from each grade.
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But each grade can only have one contestant, so there must be a selection competition. Lupin has been busy with this recently. He is the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, so it should be his turn.
On Tom's side, only Ginny and Hermione signed up. Penelope also wanted to sign up to try, but Tom stopped her. Penelope's foundation was indeed poor, and there was no point in her going.
It just so happened that he had more free time recently, so he could manage his time better and deepen his relationships to avoid a Shura field in the future.
When Hogwarts was bustling with activity, no one noticed that Dumbledore was leaving the school so frequently.
The outside world seemed calm and the situation gradually stabilized. No conflict had broken out with the Saints since Christmas.
But all the undercurrents are hidden deep down. Most people don't want an unstable factor like Grindelwald to be active in the wizarding world for a long time. He is like a sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of these politicians.
You play politics and conspiracies with others, but now someone suddenly comes and fights you to death. No one can rest assured.
In Berlin, Grindelwald held a piece of parchment - a humble and sincere letter from the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.
This is a letter of surrender. Bulgaria was once a loyal ally of Berlin and was better at fighting than Italy, but it was also liquidated after the war.
But Grindelwald was skeptical of the letter.
Is it a trap?
If so... wouldn't that be better?
Grindelwald suddenly smiled and whispered to Wenda, who was standing with his hands hanging down, "Go and make the arrangements. In a week, we will take over the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic.
The missing words in this chapter will be made up in the next chapter, and I deleted a paragraph in the middle because I was not satisfied with it.
Chapter 360: The Eighth Trial Is Completed. Does the Golden Apple Hurt Your Teeth?
Grindelwald was once a conceited and sentimental person.
He believed that his subordinates would not betray him, and he also believed that he could influence those who joined him for ulterior motives with his personal charm.
In fact, Grindelwald succeeded many times, and many spies sent by the Ministry of Magic to the Saints converted into fanatical followers, but as long as one or two of them refused to repent, it would bring unimaginable losses.
So now he is actually the same as Tom. Apart from his own strength, he does not believe in any external forces and just uses them as handy tools.
It didn't matter whether Bulgaria had a conspiracy or not. If not, he could gain more tools. If so, he could take this opportunity to severely damage the International Federation of Witches and force Dumbledore to negotiate with him.
"SEE..."
Rosier hesitated. She knew Grindelwald and knew that he couldn't have failed to consider the risks involved, so she knew it was a fishing expedition.
"Would you be in danger if Dumbledore took this opportunity?"
Hearing this, Grindelwald smiled playfully. He played with a human bone artifact he had looted from a rival family. It was gleaming with a strange green light, and whispered, "Wenda, you understand me, but you don't understand Dumbledore."
Wenda Rozier's humble expression froze.
What the hell do I know about Dumbledore? I'm not you.
Grindelwald didn't notice her loss of composure and continued to speak to himself, "Haven't you noticed that when Dumbledore and I fight in public, we're always just brief, quick fights, never full-on. I don't care, but he does care about the impact on the world."
"It would either harm other wizards, or risk exposing the entire wizarding world."
"So Dumbledore would certainly refuse to set a trap for me, because he knew I wouldn't be fooled by such tricks, but..."
"But Babajid will take the risk,"
Wenda Rosier said for Grindelwald. "Those high-ranking officials and ministers in the Ministry of Magic who oppose you will also try, because the longer this goes on, the greater your influence will become, eventually triggering an unstoppable wave and rapidly expanding your power.
This is what makes Grindelwald so terrifying. He has clear ideas and guiding principles, and can bring together like-minded people.
Moreover...his audience is extremely broad. Whether they are pure-blood, half-blood, or pure Muggle-born wizards, they are all "fellows" in his mouth.
His ultimate goal is not to benefit any one party, but to make the entire wizarding world no longer have to be so cautious in using magic, so that people won't be sent to jail for casting a spell on a toilet.
Nowadays, in addition to the controlled waves and Germany, discussions about Grindelwald's ideas in other regions are also rampant, and the momentum of supporters cannot be ignored.
This is also one of the reasons why the Ministry of Magic of those countries is a headache.
Even if it costs a price, they must kill Grindelwald and calm the restless and tense atmosphere.
Voldemort was not like that.
He clearly stated that pure-bloods were supreme, which first of all cut off the idea of a large number of people joining him.
At the same time, his style of doing things was completely unlike that of a man who could accomplish great things.
He relied purely on force and fear to threaten and rule.
Therefore, the people who gathered around him were either conservatives among the pure-bloods, or fence-sitters who worked without putting in any effort in order to survive. Unless he led his men to fight, it was almost impossible for any country or Ministry of Magic to voluntarily surrender.
Grindelwald nodded with satisfaction. Talking to smart people is simple and easy.
Wenda Rozier recalled the news he had just received and reported, "Sir, Master Riddle just told me that he has prepared the goods for the transaction."
"Oh?" Grindelwald was excited. "Are you finally ready? Then you should hurry to Hogwarts and bring everything back."
Grindelwald didn't care about the alchemical tools. He was anxious to help Tom complete the trial mission and wanted to see what magical power the legendary golden apple had.
Grindelwald instructed: "Pick out some gifts for him before you go. Artwork, the more beautiful the better."
This time it's not just about giving Tom a gift, but also about trying to deceive Dumbledore, letting him know that he's always thinking about Tom, so he'll continue to be worried.
Wenda nodded. She had accompanied Tom to browse the Rosier family's collection before and remembered his preferences. It was not a difficult task for her.
"That's right."
Before Wenda left the office, Grindelwald thought of something and called her. Wenda turned around and waited for Grindelwald's instructions.
"The appointment with Bulgaria must be made on the weekend."
"Weekend..." Wenda didn't understand what the mystery was about this time.
Grindelwald said helplessly, "I invited Tom to join in the fun, but he's only free on weekends."
.....
It's hard to imagine that changes in the wizarding world are affected by school hours, but that's the reality.
Wenda acted decisively and sent a formal notice to the British Ministry of Magic that day. He set off the next day without waiting for a response.
No one in the countries along the way dared to stop her, even though she only brought a few guards.
No country can face Grindelwald's wrath alone. Touching Rosier may cause the Saints to suffer huge losses, but they will also suffer the most violent retaliation.
Wenda broke into Hogwarts like this, accompanied by Professor McGonagall and Snape, escorting him all the way from the school gate to the principal's office. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to say that they were monitoring him.
Dumbledore also knew the other party's intention, but he could not stop the transaction and could only inform Tom.
When Tom received the news, he was still bathing Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan in the Forbidden Forest.
The two little ones had gained a lot of weight.
In fact, pandas have a bit of sour smell on their bodies.
This is the signal they use to communicate with their own kind.
Frequent cleaning is needed to suppress the smell.
But a panda is a panda, and a troglodyte is a troglodyte. Tom and these two are 4X-level magical animals, not ordinary pandas. Their taste is much lighter, and because they have been eating bamboo shoots for a long time, they have the faint fragrance of bamboo.
But they still need to be washed from time to time, as these two chubby ones love to roll around and often get themselves wet.
As Tom was washing, the unicorn came to join in the fun again. Fortunately, Usagi didn't come down from the sky, otherwise Tom would have been exhausted today.
It's easy to use magic, but the little ones are very spoiled and have to wash by hand.
Tom only realized Rosier had arrived after receiving a message from Dumbledore. He washed the last of the round balls and warned them not to roll around today before putting them away in the small world and heading to the principal's office.
"Mr. Riddle, I haven't seen you for a while. You look even more dazzling than ever."
Wenda's words were still so pleasant to hear. Tom liked subordinates like him who were both capable and good at talking, unlike Lao Ge, who quarreled with him every day.
"This is a gift Mr. Grindelwald asked me to bring you. I hope you like it."
After greeting each other, Wenda took out the gifts he brought one by one according to Grindelwald's request.
Dumbledore looked calm at first, but as he watched, something seemed amiss.
It's been several minutes, why haven't you finished yet?
Oil paintings, statues, canes, jewelry, clocks, jewelry...
There are all kinds of artworks, and there is no inferior stuff. In his eyes, they are all rare treasures.
This thing is called a meeting gift?
If Grindelwald had given him so many things, Dumbledore could understand it, but giving it to Tom... He thought about it for a long time and could only convince himself that he still had evil intentions and wanted to win him over.
Finally, after a quarter of an hour, the "welcome gifts" were delivered. Tom put the things away with a smile on his face, and handed the promised goods to Rozier.
Rosier then placed a lot of orders and left Hogwarts without staying for long.
The eighth palace in his mind shone brightly. After eight months, Tom finally earned five million Galleons and completed the trial mission, just over a month later than the deadline he set.
Among them, Grindelwald was the biggest hero, perfectly playing the role of a troublemaker, scaring the Ministry of Magic into going crazy.
Tom wanted to go back quickly to collect the reward, but Dumbledore was not sensible enough to keep him.
"Tom, what kind of person do you think Grindelwald is?" asked Dumbledore.
Tom thought for a moment and said truthfully, "He's a powerful wizard, difficult to deal with, but he's probably a good friend. He's not some crazy Dark Lord."
Dumbledore nodded slightly. Tom's understanding was fair and not biased.
"But there's one thing you didn't mention," he said worriedly. "I've never denied that being friends with Grindelwald was a pleasure. Back then... never mind. Back then, our relationship wasn't as irreconcilable as it is now."
"His biggest problem is his dangerous thoughts. You grew up in the Muggle world, so you certainly don't want a war between the two worlds, right?"
???
Tom was puzzled. The tone of voice... Professor, are you going to the magic institute for further studies?
He understood that Dumbledore was afraid that he would be corrupted by these sugar-coated bullets, but he was really sorry, I... No, it's Grindelwald, he has been mine for a long time.
"XXX..."
Tom patted his chest and assured, "Don't worry, I absolutely will not surrender to Grindelwald, nor will I obey his orders. A real man cannot live in disgrace and be under someone else's command for long."
Dumbledore smiled with relief.
That's right, they are both proud people. Just look at Tom's behavior when facing Voldemort. How could he possibly join Grindelwald?
Dumbledore let Tom go without worry.
After leaving the office, it was time for the last class of the afternoon, but this class was Hagrid's. Tom didn't have the heart to attend the class, so he sent a message as a request for leave, and then immersed himself in his little world.
First open the study space, gather everyone together, and then touch the palace with your consciousness.
Golden light gathered in front of Tom. He stretched out his hand and reached into the ball of light. He first took out a fruit core, and then took out a golden apple. Only then did the light dissipate.
"Is this Hera's golden apple?"
Andros opened his eyes wide and observed carefully. In the myths passed down to later generations, he was raised on Hera's milk, but in reality, there was no such powerful witch in Greece. Even Zeus was a fictional god. Only human heroes could mostly find corresponding prototypes.
The golden apple looks very pleasing to the eye, with a smooth surface and a round shape. It is obviously the best apple at first glance.
But the others couldn't notice the other special features of 1.3, and only Ravenclaw noticed something strange.
"Haven't you noticed? The golden apple is a whole piece, and every part is in perfect proportion, as if this is how an apple should grow.
Tom nodded. "That makes sense...it does look delicious. Honestly, I'm a little reluctant to eat it."
Ariana licked her lips and said, "Tom... I'm hungry just looking at this. Why don't you just eat it?"
Tom smiled and said, "I have some seeds. When the first batch of fruits are ripe, I will definitely leave one for you."
"Uh-huh!"
Tom picked up the fruit and was in a dilemma.
He is actually a very selfish person. He will always want to use the best and only things for himself first. He will not share even with Daphne or Hermione.
Only when you have
He is restrained and will only generously give it to his close ones when he doesn't need it.
So he never considered giving this first fruit to others.
Now Tom was hesitant... could this thing really be made of gold? Would it break his teeth if he bit into it? Would it really not cause metal poisoning if he ate it?
Forget it, he had to believe that the Twelve Trials would not cheat him.
Closing his eyes, Tom activated his talent of iron skin and bones and bit the golden apple hard.
The expected hard texture didn't appear. Instead, it felt like biting into a piece of jelly. With a slurp, the flesh slid into my mouth, down my throat, and into my stomach...
Chapter 361: Transformation to Immortality, Divine Power
The golden apple was not big, so Tom finished it in a few bites.
He felt more like he had eaten an apple-shaped jelly than an apple.
"What does it smell like?" Andros asked curiously.
Tom thought for a moment and said, "Although it doesn't have much taste, it's delicious. I like it very much and don't want to eat it again.
Andros...
You put it here!
What does it mean to be tasteless but delicious?!
But Tom really had no intention of teasing Andros. The apple itself had no taste, but after eating it, every cell in his body was filled with joy, and the feeling of happiness was even stronger than eating his favorite food.
Soon, the Golden Apple began to really exert its strength.
The young man turned into a little golden man, with countless points of light emanating from his body, like a firefly minister in the dark night.
The runes suddenly rioted, crawled out of the snake cave, and rushed towards where Tom was. Other magical creatures did the same, but when they got close to a certain distance, they hesitated to move forward. No matter what kind of creature it was, they all crawled on the ground, as if in worship.
Tom himself fell into an ethereal state, his soul was ascending and his body was transforming.
[Golden Apple: A wedding gift from Gaia, the Earth Goddess, to Hera. Use it to gain endless life, eternal youth, and awaken divine power.]
To achieve eternal life, the body needs to be immortal and the soul must also exist forever. At this time, Tom is perfecting the defects in these two aspects, and the strength of the wizard's magic power is more like a comprehensive assessment of the combination of the two, so it also skyrocketed.
A ray of divine light appeared between the boy's eyebrows.
"..."
Ravenclaw murmured, she once said that there were no gods in the world because the only supernatural power in World 07 was magic - everyone uses the same power, so what makes you say you are a god?
But Tom was different at this time. A power higher than magic appeared in him. If this wasn't God, what was he?
Unfortunately, this power was only fleeting. When she wanted to study it again, she could no longer feel it. She could only vaguely discover that "Tom's aura seemed to have become different."
Although Grindelwald and Andros were not legends, they were also extremely sensitive to changes in magic and had noticed something as well.
"We'll find Tom later and try his talent." Grindelwald muttered to Andros, "This kid is definitely getting more monstrous."
Ravenclaw:
She was a little depressed.
Having been out for so long, Ravenclaw naturally knew that Tom had a talent that allowed him to temporarily possess someone, which was very useful whether for teaching or dealing with danger.
But as Tom grew taller, he gradually needed less help from Grindelwald and Andros, but her words were definitely still helpful.
But who can blame the lack of running-in?
Her relationship with Tom is now better than that of the other founders, but it still does not meet the requirements for using her talent.
Ravenclaw had no choice about this.
She was a cold-hearted person by nature, or perhaps it could be said that everyone who was more rational than emotional had this kind of personality.
She seemed to be able to get along well with everyone and felt like they were good friends who could talk about anything, but in fact, there was a deep gap between them.
Time passed quietly, and before I knew it, two and a half hours had passed.
Fortunately, Tom did not have any other classes after the magical beast class today, so he did not have to worry about the disappearance causing panic until dinner time.
Absorption and digestion.
Tom opened his eyes, and his bright and intimidating gaze seemed to be tangible, causing the space to tremble for a moment. Then, the sharp light was immediately retracted, but it was still breathtaking.
"How does it feel?" Ravenclaw asked impatiently.
"It feels... wonderful."
Tom looked at his hands, his fingers trembling slightly.
His skin was originally very good, which the girls envied. Daphne loved rubbing against it. Now... it could even be described as "smooth". The smoothness of silk and milk could not compare to his skin.
He moved his hand, and a full-length mirror appeared on the ground, allowing Tom, Ravenclaw and others to see his full appearance.
"DEF..."
There was a chorus of exclamations in the study space, and the two women's reactions were even louder. Ariana's heart was pounding, and her breathing was rapid. She had the urge to pounce on Tom and do something extreme.
Ravenclaw's beautiful eyes also shone brightly.
The current Tom is the most handsome man she has ever seen in her life, and the most handsome man she can imagine. It is no longer appropriate to define Tom as a person.
Elf?
Or... a young god?
Either way, it's more appropriate than "good-looking person".
Andros used a rather inappropriate compliment. "Tom, you must have been very popular in ancient Greece. Countless people would have been eager to be your teacher."
"Let's just forget it." Tom shook his head repeatedly, feeling disgusted. "If I were in ancient Greece, I could kill you all to pieces. I really can't accept it.
Grindelwald curled his lips, what a superficial little brat.
"D..."
Looking at himself in the mirror, Tom suddenly sighed. "You tell me... I'm so good-looking, but am I too good for Daphne and the others? What kind of girl is worthy of me?"
The three adults were speechless at his narcissism...but Ariana lowered her head in a sense of inferiority.
She was originally very confident about her appearance. Her brothers always praised her for being cute since she was a child, and she was not much worse than Daphne, Hermione and others.
But compared to Tom...I was no match for him before, and now I feel even worse.
What should I do? Will Tom look down on her?
For a moment, the little witch became anxious and worried.
Tom didn't know that his casual joke made Ariana think so much. He continued to study his own changes.
Appearance is secondary. Although he is obsessed with looks, that is only for others. It doesn't matter how good-looking he is.
He is a man who makes a living by his own ability. Living off others? He stopped eating after the first grade because his stomach has recovered.
After some testing, the results were gratifying.
First of all, there is a certain degree of improvement in both physical fitness and soul, but the improvement is not exaggerated, because the main property of the golden apple is "immortality" rather than improving strength. This is just a by-product of powerful life activity.
Because of these two changes, the magic power also increased accordingly, which is also not important.
The biggest gain was that Tom felt that he was always energetic. Even after completing a series of tests, he did not feel tired at all, as if he had been in the learning space and achieved a constant state.
Finally, there is the so-called divine power.
This is more like a power possessed by high-level creatures. Relying on a golden apple cannot fully obtain divine power, but it only allows his magic power to evolve, a bit like the amplification obtained through compression of a magic circuit.
"Let's go and try it out."
Only by finding an opponent can we test the situation more specifically. Tom entered the learning space and went straight to Grindelwald for a fight.
Grindelwald was now a little frightened and had a bad feeling.
He was really afraid that he would not be able to control Tom and his status as a master would be lost.
Is it possible that I will have to sit at the same table with Ariana from now on?
The result was not surprising. Tom, who was already very close to the level of the King of the Century, finally couldn't hold on any longer. Grindelwald tried almost everything but still couldn't win. He could only gain the upper hand on the scene.
Tom still hasn't mastered the exclusive ability of the King of the Century, the Will-Added Spell, but with the blessing of divine power, the power of both attack and defense magic has changed dramatically.
Even when blocking an ordinary disarming spell, Grindelwald felt strange, as if his magic power was inherently weaker than others, making it very difficult to fight.
In the end, the two of them were deadlocked for half an hour, and Grindelwald couldn't stand it anymore and called for a stop.
There would be no result if they continued to fight. He couldn't do anything to Tom, and Tom couldn't do anything to him, a bit like the current situation between him and Dumbledore.
"Andros, this old Deng is no longer able to do it, let's do it together."
The young man was full of energy and continued to challenge Andros. Andros laughed and strode to the venue, taking Grindelwald's place.
Another half hour passed, Tom was firmly embedded in the ground and began to think about life.
Ravenclaw smiled, leaned forward and looked down at him. "Are you still drifting?"
"No more floating." Tom wanted to shake his head, but the hole in the ground fit him perfectly and he couldn't move at all.
"You've done very well," Andros consoled him, "If you improve a little more, I really won't be able to do anything to you.
At this time, Tom is like a level 80 game character. With his god-level equipment (talent), he can already challenge level 120 or 130 characters. When he changes his job to level 100,
Andros's level advantage will be gone.
boom---!
The ground shattered and Mu jumped out.
"Okay, no need to comfort me. You should reflect on yourselves. How have I become stronger? You haven't made any progress in years. It's rare for a third-year student to do that, okay?"
Now it was the turn of the two old men to be upset. They secretly cursed the boy for being too vengeful and not showing any mercy.
"Tom, when will you plant the tree?" Grindelwald couldn't help but ask. The effect of the golden apple was so strong that he couldn't help but be tempted.
If he could eat one, wouldn't he be able to defeat Dumbledore?
"Let me think about it, but don't hold your hopes too high. Eternal life is certainly possible, but the divine power you gain won't be as strong as mine. It will be much weaker."
Tom was also thinking.
After eating the golden apple, he gained information about growing fruit trees. He knew all the precautions and key points, and also knew that the fruit he grew would be weak.
There's nothing we can do about it.
One is a treasure embodied in mythology, and the other is cultivated in reality. The growth environments of the two are different, so the quality will naturally be different.
The biggest problem now is the planting location and the acquisition of fertilizers.
After thinking for a while, Tom's eyes suddenly lit up.
"What do you think...I should move Voldemort's lake here?"
Chapter 362: Golden Apple Plantation, Ravenclaw's Crown
The other conditions for growing a golden apple tree are not important. The most important thing is magic and energy. As long as it is energy, the golden apple tree will not be picky.
It has its own purification system and will eat whatever you give it. It can be said that it is quite easy to raise.
But the only requirement is... quantity.
It must absorb enough energy to bloom and bear fruit. If it is planted like the Whomping Willow in a place like Hogwarts where wizards and magical creatures gather and left to roam freely, absorbing free magic, there will be no harvest for decades.
Tom initially thought of extracting energy from organisms to make nutrient solution for watering the trees. Although it would cost money, he was not short of money.
But I always feel like I'm being taken advantage of.
Highly concentrated energy sources... He thought of several. The first one that came to his mind was naturally the Philosopher's Stone. Although Voldemort's small lake was not as concentrated as the Philosopher's Stone, it was still very powerful.
Two thousand Yin corpses have been bathing in it for decades, and combined with the transformation of the magic circle, it is definitely one of the places in the world with the most concentrated dark power.
The most important thing is... you don't have to spend any money, you can get it for free.
We are all Tom Riddle. You've been using it for decades, so it's my turn now, right?
Tom told everyone about the characteristics and ideas of the golden apple tree, and they were all dumbfounded.
This is just trying to fleece Voldemort!
But I have to say...it's indeed a good idea.
"Are you planning to dig a lake in your small world?"
Ravenclaw asked.
Seeing Tom nod, she continued, "That's a good idea, but we must be careful about the escape of dark energy.
Voldemort's magic restricts the cave, and all energy converges towards the Black Lake, but your small world doesn't have such conditions."
The problem she mentioned did exist. Tom frowned and thought for a while before coming up with a solution. "Then I'll move in with the cliff?"
"Is your shrinking spell that strong?" Now it was Grindelwald's turn to be surprised.
He couldn't even imagine shrinking the mountain to a size that could fit into a box.
"Well... I can dismantle it first and then reassemble it to form a mountain." Tom thought for a moment and said, "It's just building a mountain. Although it's troublesome, it's not difficult."
"I suggest you prepare a special plantation."
Ravenclaw offered his own solution. "The energy within the Black Lake will eventually run out. You need to absorb the energy while maintaining it. You can't exhaust the resources."
"Forget it, let's do as you say and get it done in one go."
Since it has become so troublesome, let's go through it to the end and take all the problems into consideration, so that it will be much easier in the future.
Newt is an expert in this area. Whether it is the construction of a dedicated environment or the composition of the food chain, we still have to listen to Uncle Newt.
Tom exited the study space and adjusted his appearance and skin in front of the mirror, restoring his original look.
There are such big changes after just a few hours. Even a fool can see that there is a problem. He will show it gradually, and the impact will not be as big as if you see it suddenly.
He was not afraid of the secret being leaked, but he was afraid that those little witches would pounce on him and disturb his normal life.
But Tom still miscalculated. Appearance and skin condition were easy to hide, but the change in temperament brought about by returning to the Golden Apple was difficult to cover up.
After replying to the little witches, the others put aside their worries, and Daphne brought Astoria over.
She originally wanted to ask Tom what he had been doing, but as soon as they met, Daphne couldn't control herself. She sniffed lightly with her nose and blurted out:
"Tom, you smell so good!"
After saying that, he pounced on her and started sucking fiercely.
"elder sister!"
Astoria was almost speechless, but when she got closer, she took a deep breath and ordered the purchases.
It smells really good...
Tom was at a loss for words. Did the two sisters mistake him for a cat?
However, facing their doubts, Tom did not choose to tell the truth, but found an excuse to get away with it.
It is still unknown when the golden apple will be cultivated, and he is not sure whether the girls will undergo the same changes. The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.
The next day, Tom returned to the castle with the two sisters who had had a good sleep. Hermione and others also noticed his changes. Now he had become Tang Monk's meat, and the little witches looked at him strangely.
But that was nothing. He was in Daiying, a place comparable to the Land of Abundance...
He doesn't plan to go back to the dormitory these days and will wait until the storm has passed.
After the History of Magic class, Tom came to the rooftop. Usagi descended from the clouds and rubbed the boy's cheek affectionately.
After playing with her for a while, Tom gave Ursa ten bodies and then gave the blood fusion potion he prepared to Grindelwald.
Originally, he planned to deliver it directly to Rozier yesterday, but Old Deng insisted on talking to him, and he couldn't let Rozier wait here, so he had to deliver the goods again today.
"Fly slowly." Tom tied the dragon leather wallet to Usagi's claws and warned, "I worked hard to research this. If you scatter it, I won't play with you for a month."
Usaqi nodded his head in assurance, "Ming Ming Ming"
Tom prepared the bloodlines of three magical animals in total - a dragon, a basilisk, and a kelpie. These were not for Grindelwald to use, but for him to reward his subordinates.
He once had an idea to use blood as currency to inspire the fighting spirit of the saints and improve their strength.
Since it is currency, it is natural to be divided into different levels.
Not only are the effects of these bloodline potions far from the perfect version, but the worst thing is that if you don't take them regularly for a long time, the bloodline in your body will fade, which is to say... a limited-time experience card.
If you want to become stronger and completely integrate your bloodline, you need to work hard to make money." Until the bloodline concentration reaches a certain limit and is completely solidified, you can get rid of your dependence on medicine.
Tom spent a lot of brain cells to develop the castration version of the potion.
However, there are two bottles of complete basilisk blood fusion potion among them, which are given to Wenda Rosier and Grimson.
The two are considered to be Grindelwald's right-hand men.
After taking it, their lifespan will be greatly increased and their body functions will be restored, helping Grindelwald share more of the pressure.
After seeing Rayquaza off, Mu just arrived on the first floor and saw Harry and Malfoy arguing again.
"Po Te, with your level, you still signed up for the competition? You'd better not embarrass yourself by coming out here. Anyway, I will definitely be the final third-grade contestant.
"Really? Are you going to ask your father to donate to the school again? Or are you going to call your mother if you are not allowed to qualify?"
"I have someone to call, but what about you? You only call him godfather now. Oh, he's still my uncle after all."
The two men stabbed each other's lungs frantically, their faces red and necks thick with quarrels, but they did not dare to fight, because Professor McGonagall warned that if they were found fighting in public again, they would be put in detention for the rest of the semester, and they would have to go every night.
Tom's appearance interrupted the two people's greetings. Malfoy looked at Harry with disdain, and came over very flatteringly, showing a flattering smile:
"Tom, could you give me a lesson? Although I definitely won't win the championship, I should still have a chance of winning the grade championship, right?"
Harry scoffed, "Malfoy, have you forgotten Hermione is competing?"
Malfoy couldn't laugh anymore.
He had actually forgotten about Granger's registration, and the only opponent on his mind was Pochi.
Tom's notebook alone had already put them and Zabini far ahead of the other students. Granger, on the other hand, had Tom's personal guidance and instruction. How could they even be compared?
Even if he was just mud... he felt hopeless.
For a moment, Malfoy's platinum hair seemed to dim, and he looked extremely depressed.
"Okay, keep arguing and don't bother me."
Tom was being urged to work by Ravenclaw and had no time to deal with the two original sellers. He waved his hand and squeezed through.
It was late at night, on the eighth floor of the castle.
Tom came to the Room of Requirement. He hadn't been there for a while. He used to go directly to Ravenclaw's bedroom when he came here before, but this time he entered through the conventional method and walked back and forth in front of the door three times.
"I need a place to hide my stuff."
The smooth door appeared again, Tom pushed it open and walked in. A ball of light jumped into the air, illuminating the surrounding scene.
Countless debris piled up into a small mountain, reaching the ceiling of the Room of Requirement, with a height of more than 30 meters, leaving only a narrow aisle in the middle.
You have to be careful when passing by, otherwise you will bump into the debris, which is likely to cause a chain reaction.
These are not all the miscellaneous items that students from past generations have taken the initiative to hide in the Room of Requirement.
There are also things that students have accidentally lost.
After being ignored for a certain period of time, they will be transported here by the castle and placed here.
It is not an exaggeration to call it a garbage station.
Tom did not go deeper, but stood at the outermost edge of the garbage city, his hands constantly turning over, and the piles of debris in the room began to move, some moving forward, some moving backward, and passing by his eyes.
"Luckily you have the spell to control it, otherwise I would have no idea how long it would take me to find it if I searched alone."
Ravenclaw was also helpless. In fact, the Room of Requirement should have had a classification and organization function, but then Helena got into trouble and she herself became terminally ill.
Swish!
Tom's hand stopped, and a slightly smaller pile of debris stopped in front of him.
Next to a large, tattered cabinet lay a hideous statue of a Slytherin, with an old, faded tiara on top of its head.
"Found it." Tom walked forward and picked up the rusty crown.
Just one look and Ravenclaw's face turned red.
Next to the motto she had carved, there was an extra line of small words - Lord Voldemort.