Chapter 381: The Youngest King of the Century in History, My Stats Are Higher Than Yours!
In the process of absorbing the flame, Tom seemed to experience the life of Joan of Arc.
The carefree youth, the devout faith after receiving missionary teachings, the compassion for the world after hearing about the war, the leaving of home after receiving divine revelation, the fear and adaptation of going to the battlefield for the first time, gradually attracted more and more people.
Through Joan of Arc's perspective, Tom could clearly feel that almost everyone around him had strong malice towards her.
This was also what Tom felt strange about yesterday. With the intuition gift of the voice of revelation, Joan of Arc should know all of this, but why did she continue to lead the army to charge, and even did not resist when she was tied to the stake in the end.
But now he suddenly understood.
In Joan of Arc's worldview, other people's attitudes towards her were not important at all. What was important was to fulfill the Lord's revelation. She even had compassion for the soldiers and nobles, and pitied their ignorance.
When the flames approached her, Joan of Arc's soul and magic power were sublimated.
While absorbing the power of the flames, she also absorbed the remaining thoughts of those who had been burned at the stake, completely completing her transformation and taking control of the Red Lotus of Judgment and Punishment.
When Tom opened his eyes, he saw a spell coming towards him with great force. He instinctively raised his hand and blasted out a spell of magic.
The two collided in the air, causing a violent blast of air.
Andros showed no intention of holding back.
With a wave of his hand, powerful magic shook the heavens and the earth.
After a brief moment of confusion, Tom realized something and fought back.
The two forces clashed, neither overpowering the other.
However, the area suffered, and the terrain and celestial phenomena were constantly changing.
Sometimes hail fell from the sky, and sometimes fire rained down meteors.
"Congratulations, Tom."
Andros put away his magic power, a bright smile on his face: "You should be the youngest King of the Century in history."
That's right, after two and a half years of practice, unremitting efforts, and yes, some cheating, Tom finally reached the pinnacle of wizardry, becoming the absolute master across centuries!
"That's hard to say." Tom stopped at the right moment and smirked at the residential area. "Since we already have Joan of Arc, why can't there be even more outrageous geniuses?"
"That's right. The world is so vast, who knows what kind of monsters will appear? But I believe their potential is definitely not as great as yours. You are the monster among monsters."
Tom looked at his hands, moving them casually, still a little incredulous, and said, "Is becoming the King of the Century so easy? I thought I'd have to accumulate experience over time, relying on sufficient experience to break through that barrier, or perhaps even have a life-or-death battle, and then suddenly have an idea."
"I ended up succeeding after gaining a few talents...why does it feel a bit fake?"
Andros's eyelids twitched wildly. This kid was simply taking advantage of the situation. You think it's unreal? I thought it was unreal back then too!
Andros felt sad when he thought about his own journey to becoming stronger. He was the example of Tom who had to fight a life-and-death battle to break through the shackles.
And it's not just one battle, it's many battles.
In order to succeed, he offended almost all the top wizards in the Mediterranean and Nile River basins. That's how he earned the title of Invincible.
"I was still confused just now, let's try again."
Tom was not at all panicked when he felt Andros's unfriendly gaze. Instead, he chuckled and issued a provocative invitation.
We're all numerically weird. Before, I was a level behind you, but now we're all at the same level. Now, I, Tom Riddle, will prove—
My value is right in yours!
Andros took out his wand without hesitation. He was a master of wandless spellcasting, but the wand could still bring him benefits. Facing Tom now, any negligence could lead to his defeat.
A great battle broke out again. First, two human-shaped guardian gods over 20 meters tall rose from the ground and fought passionately.
While manipulating the patronus, the two also launched an epic magic duel.
The intensity of this battle surpassed the greatest duel of the century, the one between Grindelwald and Dumbledore. For the first time, Andros felt oppressed by a wizard of the same level, and his magic power was so active that it was almost boiling.
The huge noise also alarmed the three people who were attending the cultural cram school, and they walked out of the villa to watch the battle.
"Tom broke through?"
Ravenclaw immediately noticed the difference in Tom. Every strand of magic was attached with a strong will, no longer affected by spells, and had infinite variations.
"The Son of God is so powerful." Joan of Arc's eyes sparkled with stars. She cupped her hands and began to pray devoutly for Tom, hoping to bring him victory.
Half an hour later.
laugh---!
A cigar was lit.
Tom took a deep breath, blew out a smoke ring, and sighed: "Xiao An, who do you think should be the invincible title in the future?"
Andros looked up at the sky with despair. "Tom, is it really necessary to be so blunt?"
"Nonsense, if you don't show off after winning, when will you show off? Wasn't it when you bullied me all the time?" Tom gritted his teeth when he thought about how Andros slapped him to the ground every time he just started to float up a little.
"Okay, okay, it's you who are invincible, the invincible Tom Riddle, okay?"
Andros looked over speechlessly, "Can you get up now?"
Tom then patted his butt and got up from Andros in a good mood. Seeing Tom's smug look, Andros was so angry that he laughed.
This kid is really
Waving in the direction of Jeanne and the others, Tom flew into the meditation room to digest and absorb the insights he had gained from the battle just now.
Andros was thinking that he couldn't be the only one to suffer, he had to call Grindelwald over and let Tom torture him again.
This time the old grid should also become a small grid, right?
Looking back on everything, Tom found that his breakthrough to become the King of the Century was a natural process.
Strengthened faith is his most core talent, which allows him to strengthen his willpower even further and add to his magic power without any hindrance.
Finally, his understanding of Joan of Arc's life, especially the experience of becoming one with the flame, has brought his understanding of magic to a higher level.
Magic power is rooted in the blood, but expressing magic power requires the power of the heart. When both are strong enough, it will also affect the rules of heaven and earth.
"Don't be too ambitious. First, improve the combination of willpower and magic at this stage, and then go to Ravenclaw to learn about the legendary realm.
After making his plans, Tom left the study space.
Although he yearned for the legendary realm, he was not in a hurry. At this time, he needed to restrain himself. Blindly pursuing higher goals without considering his own situation would only lead to him falling into the devil's barrier and becoming a slave to power like Voldemort.
"I don't eat beef!"
At breakfast the next day, Tom righteously refused the beef sandwich that Daphne offered him.
"Eh?" The little witch was confused: "But don't you usually like eating beef the most?"
Astoria also looked at him strangely.
Tom said confidently, "My hobbies have changed recently. Anyway, I won't eat beef this week."
There was no one in the world strong enough for him to fight, not even Dumbledore and the Elder Wand. He could certainly shout out "I don't eat beef" loudly.
The two sisters looked at each other and knew that Tom had started to have intermittent attacks again. Neither of them seemed surprised. Daphne made him another chicken sandwich, and this time Tom ate it happily.
Before going to class, he glanced at Dumbledore in the guest of honor seat.
Old Dumbledore... No, Little Dumbledore looks much better. He seems very satisfied with the current situation. He probably communicates with Grindelwald every day, and the sadness between his brows has mostly disappeared.
There's nothing important going on lately, so I probably won't be leaving school. With 720 episodes like this, Fox has some free time.
He should find time to complete the last Phoenix Trial.
Dumbledore felt Tom's gaze and followed it, smiling at him.
Tom smiled back and led the girls to class.
Meanwhile, Durmstrang.
Grindelwald didn't know about Tom's breakthrough, and he didn't know that Andros had learned bad things from someone and was planning to trick him.
He had sorted out the school's affairs over the past two days, selected some students who were worth training, and had the professors provide special training.
He didn't care about the children playing house, but the Underage Wizarding Duel Tournament was also a contest between him and Dumbledore, so he couldn't help but pay attention to it.
After handing the training over to Vogel, Grindelwald called Robert over.
"Sir, you are looking for me." Robert remained humble enough.
"Robert." Grindelwald fiddled with the coffee spoon and didn't ask Robert to sit down, just letting him stand there.
He blew a puff of warm air and said slowly, "You said you would tell me everything you know, whether it's about the North American Congress, the International Witch Federation, or the secrets of your Graves."
Robert nodded immediately: "Of course, what do you want to know?"
"Tell me about the Aztec ruins." Grindelwald raised his head, his eyes flashing with a gleam. What did you find inside?
Robert's face changed slightly. He had guessed that Grindelwald would ask various questions, but he had never thought of this.
Suddenly, he thought of the Picqueri family that was almost wiped out, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.
Isn't it just revenge?
Robert took a deep breath, his wavering thoughts extinguished by Grindelwald's sharp gaze, and he honestly told everything he knew.
Chapter 382: Unlucky Grindelwald, Ravenclaw: Joan of Arc Is a Character
"The Aztec ruins... were discovered by Royce Lopez, the former headmaster of Ilvermorny. At the time, I was still the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Not long after the discovery, he passed the location to Gilbert Fontana—our families were old friends."
Grindelwald sneered.
Twelve Aurors? Even though the MACUSA has grown to such a scale and is considered the largest single wizarding regime in the world, it is essentially still those old guys dividing the cake. If you want to join, you have to marry, cooperate, and work like a slave to have a chance to sit at the table.
For example, the Volley family has been married to the twelve Aurors for several generations, and the group has been recognized as their own.
This phenomenon exists everywhere, but compared to Europe, where people value bloodline more, North America values interests more.
"Where exactly are the ruins located?" Grindelwald asked.
Robert looked embarrassed. "Sir... my brain..." He pointed to his head. "As it's a top secret between several families, there are many things I can't tell you. I can only tell you that it's not in Daxia, but in the south."
Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, said nothing, and walked straight towards Robert, pressing his wand against his temple. Robert did not dare to resist. Soon, a strand of silver thread was pulled out, but it suddenly dissipated after only a few feet.
"This is getting more and more interesting." Grindelwald paced back and forth, his smile growing wider. "I won't make it difficult for you. Tell me everything you know.
Robert breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Grindelwald would dig hard to explore deeper secrets, regardless of his life.
He didn't know whether he would succeed or not, but at least his life was gone.
As expected of a Dark Lord with a broad vision, he can still consider the safety of his subordinates even in the face of such a huge secret.
Robert was very touched, but he had no idea that Grindelwald just wanted to keep him alive so that Tom could kill him and destroy his heart.
By using various vague and euphemistic expressions to circumvent the contract, Robert tried his best to confess all the information he could, and Grindelwald gradually gained a clearer understanding.
The Aztec ruins are indeed prehistoric ruins, with a large amount of documents and magical materials from the previous civilization. In addition, the most important treasure is "it"
'It' is a miraculous being born through prayer and sacrifice, and it can respond to people's wishes.
The current research is centered around "it". As for the specific progress, Robert is not clear. The core members there are all old wizards of the previous generation, and they only leak some information from time to time, such as the vampire that once caused quite a stir in Europe.
"Is 'it' Quetzalcoatl?" Grindelwald seemed to be asking Robert, or perhaps answering his own question. But looking at Robert's blank eyes, it was clear that he didn't know the answer either.
"Alright, you can go now." Grindelwald waved him away, ready to think about it himself.
But Robert did not leave immediately. Instead, he asked cautiously, "Sir, do you have any other tasks for me?"
Grindelwald glanced at him and said, "Your boss will be back in a few days, so you should follow him from now on.
"yes."
Robert still thought that his future boss was a core senior executive of the Saints. He was thinking about how to please the other party and quickly improve his status, and then he respectfully left the office.
"Andros, where's Mu?"
In the evening, Grindelwald returned to his study space, ready to share his learnings of the day. He looked around but only saw Andros, who was in a daze.
"You've arrived just in time!"
Andros suddenly became energetic, jumped down from his chair and shouted excitedly: "Let's have a passionate duel!"
"I..." Grindelwald began, but the rest of his words were cut off by the spell.
If I can't handle Tom, I can't handle you, little Ge?
Andros gave it his all, and Grindelwald was caught off guard. Within a few minutes, Grindelwald crashed into the place where Andros had been lying that morning.
"Are you crazy?" Grindelwald stood up in a panic, looking at Andros who was laughing in shock and anger. "Let's just spar, why are you using your Patronus?!"
Andros's patron saint beat him with almost all the black magic he used, just like a father beating his son. Usually when the two of them dueled, it was clearly forbidden to use it, but today this rule was indeed broken.
"Great!" Andros didn't answer, but remembered what Grindelwald had just said when he came in, "You're looking for Tom, he's in
"Xiao Ge, you are finally here!"
Tom, who was reading picture books with Joan of Arc at her home, heard the noise outside and ran out.
"Soup..." Grindelwald was about to speak when another burst of January's brilliant magic came crashing down on him.
"So just because Tom became the King of the Century, you're going to punish me?" Grindelwald lay down in the pit again with despair, and this time he was too lazy to get up.
"There's nothing I can do." Andros sighed. "He made me suffer so much, so I can only make it up to him by taking it from you."
"ODjOD..."
Grindelwald sneered and turned his head stiffly. "What about you? You beat up that b*****d, why did you hit me?"
Tom Bear spread his hands: "Because I want to share my joy with you, and I can't just beat Andros, right? Don't worry, everything is fair here.
Grindelwald took a deep breath.
What kind of Dark Lord is he... Which of these two bastards is not darker than him?
But the strength Tom showed also frightened him. He could fight two people at once - him and Dumbledore. Maybe the two of them together could... run.
As expected, a pervert is a pervert. After breaking through the brief calm, he immediately soared into the sky.
Tom and Andros coaxed Grindelwald for a long time before he was willing to climb out of the pit.
I told them about today's discovery in a bad mood.
"It really is a prehistoric civilization..." Andros said with emotion, "I also dug one out back then and learned a lot from it, but it doesn't look like it's as big as the one in North America.
Tom's tonic potion came from Mopsus, where Andros dug up his tomb. "But it's actually ten reconstructed remains of prehistoric civilizations.
Including many ancient magical methods of communicating between heaven and earth, which were also passed down from various relics.
It can be said that this thing has shaped the modern magic system, and it is not a completely unfamiliar or independent system.
"Just pay attention to it, don't put too much energy into it."
Tom sipped his orange juice and signaled Grindelwald not to take it too seriously. The business was already big enough, and there was even a world-defining mission. No matter what civilization it was, its priority would not be higher than that of the Wizarding Guild.
"Do you think we should reveal this information to Dumbledore?" Tom suddenly had another idea.
What is he best at?
Apart from living off others, the other thing is outsourcing, which means throwing away all the troubles and tasks that belong to you.
From Ravenclaw to Nico and Newt, they were all tricked by him more than once.
Now that his own people were busy, the only person he could think of was Dumbledore.
Grindelwald also understood Tom's intention and agreed after a moment's hesitation.
It would be good to find something for Dumbledore to do so that he wouldn't be staring at him all day.
It would be fine if he couldn't find out anything, but it would be troublesome if he really found out something he shouldn't know.
Soon, Grindelwald went offline to seduce Dumbledore. Andros breathed a sigh of relief and entered the meditation room with full energy to improve himself.
Tom came to Ravenclaw's garden villa. He did not have a fixed residence in the study space. He came to Ravenclaw to study or think.
Lianna.
Tom is about to start redistributing his mental power.
After his willpower was improved, his control and use of each part of power was further improved.
Dividing it according to the previous level would cause waste.
After several experiments, Tom's mental power and consciousness have been divided into twelve parts.
Only one part is kept active at all times, and one part is used to create the incarnation of thought.
His maximum teleportation distance is 1,500 kilometers per time, and each mental force can be used three times. If Li Nuo's power is included, he can barely walk from the South Pole to the North Pole and back.
The probability of winning is very high, but if something goes wrong, it is not very safe.
So Tom started thinking again.
He planned to feed Fox something that was difficult to digest starting tomorrow, to affect his condition on match day. Since his opponent was in poor condition, he couldn't be blamed, right?
Crunch!
The door of the room was pushed open, and Ravenclaw walked in with a tired look on his face.
Tom opened his eyes, but because he had just cut off his mental power, he was still not used to it and saw double when he saw people.
The two headlights turned into four, flashing and shining brightly.
Ravenclaw ignored Tom who showed up in his house, threw himself onto the sofa, and began to sigh.
"Royna, what's wrong with you?"
Tom, who had recovered, asked curiously.
"I think there's something wrong with my memory magic." Ravenclaw's voice was vague, and the words she said surprised Tom.
Memory magic is Ravenclaw's main focus, but now she is wavering and starting to doubt herself.
Tom hurried over, moved her legs away, and came closer to eat the melon.
Ravenclaw looked up at the ceiling and said after a long while:
"Joan of Arc is quite a character."
Chapter 383: Hidden Bet, How Many Hands?
Joan of Arc is indeed a character who can make Ravenclaw say such words.
Ravenclaw hates idiots the most. Even Helena was despised by her back then. But compared to Joan of Arc, Helena is simply Ravenclaw.
But...she couldn't feel any disgust towards Joan of Arc.
Those innocent eyes clearly revealed the girl's thoughts. She was really studying hard, working harder than anyone else, but...it was all in vain.
Including the memory magic she tried several times today, trying to forcibly implant the relevant knowledge into Joan of Arc's mind. Although it was successful, confusion and forgetfulness occurred.
This made Ravenclaw begin to doubt her life. She always believed that her memory magic was omnipotent and could turn a fool into a genius, or turn a simple and ignorant student into an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.
But now it seems that meeting someone like Jeanne who can't grasp the memory is a Muggle.
Tom laughed so hard that he fell backwards. Ever since she was summoned, Ravenclaw had always been very smart and calm. Even the difficult problems he threw at her only made this woman feel embarrassed.
It's not like meeting Joan of Arc today, I'm completely screwed.
"Still laughing!"
Ravenclaw scolded him and raised her leg to kick him, but Tom hugged her and touched her subconsciously.
Run... Really Run
Tom couldn't let it go and wanted to play with it for a while longer, but seeing Ravenclaw's increasingly dangerous eyes, he could only put it down reluctantly and change the subject.
"Royna, you've actually fallen into a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding?" Ravenclaw sat up slightly, her attention diverted. "What misunderstanding? Are you saying Jeanne isn't stupid?"
Ravenclaw is a strong-willed person. She rarely thinks she is wrong, let alone admits that she is wrong.
Unconsciously, Joan of Arc has become a chess piece in the contest between her and Tom.
"Do you think Joan of Arc's trouble with letters and words is due to a poor memory?" said Tom.
"What else?" Ravenclaw asked.
"Did you know that Joan of Arc could recite entire versions of the Missal, the Old Testament, and dozens of spiritual books for her sermons?"
Mass is a religious ceremony used to commemorate the crucified Christ and re-enact the Last Supper.
The process of the ceremony is not fixed, and the presiding preacher will use different scripture readings and explanations.
No normal person would think of memorizing such things, let alone actually memorizing them.
As for the other books, there's no need to mention them. The French language back then was very obscure and difficult to understand. If a village girl could memorize them even though she couldn't read, could you say she had a bad memory or low IQ?
After Tom's reminder, Ravenclaw also discovered the blind spot.
"Then why can't she learn no matter how hard I try? I can tell that Joan of Arc isn't the type to do things half-heartedly. She takes everything she does seriously."
"It's not that she's not serious," Tom pointed out the core of the problem. "It's just that she's put all her energy into her faith, so she seems a little dull in other aspects."
"So as long as you integrate the content into religion, she will definitely learn quickly."
"Is it really as weird as you say?" Ravenclaw asked suspiciously. She didn't believe in religion or gods, she only believed in herself and the truth, so she couldn't understand Joan of Arc's condition at all.
The young man smiled, finally taking the bait. "Let's make a bet. Three days. I'll teach Joan of Arc the simplest spellings of two hundred words."
"Are you waiting for me here?" Ravenclaw glanced at him coquettishly and immediately saw through Tom's intention.
But she didn't mean to refuse, instead she agreed. "Okay, let's set the limit to three days. What's the bet?"
This is the simplest method of provoking someone, but whether a strategy is effective or not does not depend on its sophistication or stealthiness, but entirely on whether it is used appropriately. Provoking Ravenclaw is very effective.
"Bet..."
Tom's gaze drifted to the plump legs faintly visible beneath the wizard's robes, and he asked tentatively, "The bet is...how many times?"
Ravenclaw laughed in anger and nodded in agreement.
"Okay, if you lose, at your school's dinner, in front of every teacher and student, you must shout 'I am Rowena Ravenclaw's dog' three times, without missing a single person."
"Hiss!" gasped Tom. "Where did you learn such a vicious thing?"
If he really did shout, even if he didn't lose the right to choose his spouse, at least it would leave a strong mark in "Hogwarts: A History", especially as his status became higher and higher.
The spread of gossip will definitely become wider and wider.
The woman waved her hand. "What did you say in your dream the other day? I heard it."
The bet was established.
Not only was it established, someone even raised the stakes and asked for custom-made clothes, to which Ravenclaw agreed. However, the stakes were also raised. If Tom lost, for example, he would have to give Ravenclaw a ten-hour massage.
Tom decided that when he got back he must research a spell to prevent himself from talking in his sleep.
In fact, he is a person who lacks a sense of security. When he sleeps outside, he subconsciously controls himself not to dream. However, in the study space, he is absolutely safe and naturally relaxes his vigilance.
I didn't expect to be run into by Ravenclaw.
With such a cruel bet, Tom did not dare to be careless at all. He did not sleep that night and began to write teaching materials for Joan of Arc.
During class the next day, he focused most of his attention on the study space, patiently guiding Joan of Arc.
If the seriousness index when facing Ravenclaw and Ariana Joan of Arc is 100, then when facing Tom it is 1000. Tom pointed at the "Riddle Bible" and taught the girl to read.
Each character was slowly imprinted in Joan of Arc's heart.
Principal's office.
The incessant vibration of the address book on the desktop distracted Dumbledore from concentrating. He sighed and took the "I Chat" app.
Now the only one who can bombard him is Grindelwald.
Sure enough, when I opened the notebook, I found that several pages were wasted, full of meaningless nonsense from Grindelwald.
Grindelwald: Dumbledore, I recently recruited a new subordinate. Can you guess who it is?
Dumbledore had a blank expression on his face, but alarm bells were ringing in his heart, and he didn't respond for a long time.
Grindelwald, who was far away in Durmstrang, was not panicked at all and waited leisurely. He knew Dumbledore. Dumbledore seemed to be a calm and collected person, but in fact he was very curious and could not help himself.
Sure enough, a line of faint handwriting appeared on the paper.
[Still Charming: No matter how many helpers you gain, the contract has already been signed and cannot change the overall situation.]
Grindelwald chuckled and wrote slowly:
Grindelwald: I'm very happy with the current situation. Why would I want to change it? I just have something interesting to share with you.
Grindelwald: Robert Graves, you shouldn't have forgotten this man, right? He looked like a homeless stray dog, and I took him in out of pity.
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, and his heart sank.
Robert Graves actually joined Grindelwald?
This is like Scrimgeour joining Voldemort. Once exposed, the impact and panic it brings will definitely exceed that of most wizards. [The symbolic meaning is far greater than his own ability.]
And even with wool socks, one can tell that Robert must hate Tom and even him to the core. He is probably thinking about revenge all the time, and who knows how much trouble this will bring in the future.
After thinking for a moment, Dumbledore had an idea.
[Gellert, you admire my students, don't you? You should know the grudge between Tom and Robert. Aren't you afraid that Tom will have some opinions about you because of this?]
Grindelwald: Everything is for the greater good. Robert can bring me more, so why should I refuse?
[Dumbledore: With all due respect, I don't think he is comparable to Mr. Riddle.]
Grindelwald: You're truly ignorant. Actually...what North America is doing is quite remarkable...
Taking control of the conversation, Grindelwald slowly brought up the Aztec ruins and some of the details revealed by Robert.
Like Tom's provocation, this was also an open conspiracy. Everything he said was true, and there was no fiction or inducement.
Even if Dumbledore remains unmoved now, it will plant a thorn in his heart, and he will subconsciously pay attention to North America. When the movement over there becomes more and more serious, he will not be able to help but take action.
After saying this, Grindelwald decisively ended the conversation, leaving Dumbledore alone with a frown in thought.
"Prehistoric civilization, unknown sacrificial ritual..."
The old man sighed quietly, "Why can't I just live a peaceful life?"
After much effort to appease Grindelwald, Robert piqued his interest again. In order to prevent Grindelwald from getting the power that could change the situation,
He will also be forced to leave the field.
It's really annoying...
Two days later, learning space.
In Joan of Arc's room, Tom was in charge of dictation, Ariana and Ravenclaw were invigilators, and the three of them served the somewhat nervous Joan of Arc together.
"abandon!"
Tom cleared his throat. Jeanne obediently wrote down each word he read, and Ravenclaw's heart sank.
That ridiculous-sounding religious theory actually works?!
They also said that Tom used some other method to enhance Jeanne's memory?
Ravenclaw was extremely curious and wanted to know the details of the process, but Tom didn't care. His eyes kept scanning the bet. When Jeanne successfully wrote two hundred words, his eyes were filled with will, as if they had turned into a materialized hand.
Ravenclaw glared at him, saying nothing, yet seeming to have said everything.
[Ding! Ravenclaw's recognition rate has reached 50%. Congratulations to the host...].
Chapter 384: All Things Return to Their Flow, Busy Valentine's Day
[Talent extraction in progress... Congratulations to the host for obtaining the talent: All things return to their original flow.]
[All Methods Return to the Flow: Analyze any directly observable magical effect, reconstruct the underlying principles, and observe directly to the essence. The effect is influenced by the magical foundation. At the peak of power, the opponent's magic can be used for one's own benefit.]
Another research-type talent?
Tom muttered in his heart, but he did not immediately study the new talent he had acquired. Now he had more important things to do.
"Jeanne, you did a good job."
Tom continued to pat Joan of Arc's head. Joan of Arc cooperated by moving her little head closer, narrowing her eyes and swinging her ponytail like a docile kitten.
"The Lord will never look upon you differently because of your talent alone, but will favor those who are diligent and pious." Tom deliberately used the faith given by Joan of Arc to enhance his talent and inspire the divine history to deal with Joan of Arc.
The Orleans girl's eyes were filled with even more admiration and respect. If the upper limit of approval was not 100, the girl's approval would definitely skyrocket.
This is the Lord in her heart!
Ravenclaw and Ariana were silent after seeing this scene, both of them felt it was absurd and funny.
Tom really thinks of himself as a charlatan, and Joan of Arc...she believes whatever Tom says. She is hopeless.
After a few words of persuasion, Joan of Arc started studying hard again as if she were given a shot of adrenaline. She used the Riddle Bible as a dictionary and read word by word the common sense books selected for her by Ariana.
"Tom..." Ariana hugged the boy's arm and said worriedly, "I feel like there's something wrong with Joan of Arc doing this. As she learns more and more, she'll definitely realize you're not...something like the Son of God. Will she have a problem with you then?"
She wanted to say that love turned to hate, but it seemed that this was not love, but faith. She had read in a book that the collapse of faith was more severe than
Tom smiled and shook his head. "No, even if I knew more, Joan of Arc's worldview wouldn't change much. Besides, why can't I be the so-called master?"
Ariana was stunned, but Ravenclaw smiled brightly.
Tom's words suited her taste very well. Since there is no god in the world, the wizard is the god. If you dare not even think about it and your mind is bound by conventional thinking, then even if you have the talent to cast spells,
They are also destined to live a mediocre life without any possibility of breaking through themselves.
But the next second, Ravenclaw couldn't laugh anymore.
Tom winked at Ariana secretly during his conversation. Ravenclaw understood what he meant, snorted, and walked out of the room.
Late at night.
After fulfilling the bet, Tom was kicked out of Ravenclaw's garden villa with a refreshed mind. Although he came out sideways, he stood up straight after being kicked.
He found that Ravenclaw really had the potential of Aimu.
He had previously thought that by winning the crown, his recognition level would exceed 50, but he was still stuck at the threshold.
As a result, he only won a small victory over her today, which made him feel good, but he became the target that day.
Tom glanced at the approval bar.
[Ravenclaw: Fifty-eight.]
I spent eight minutes touching it and gained eight points. If I just lingered a little longer, wouldn't I be able to reach the maximum level right away?
But Tom was just fantasizing. Not to mention that recognition would become harder to obtain as time went on, he was not sure whether he could keep his hand if he continued to touch.
"Do I have to completely defeat her to get the full level of recognition?"
The boy muttered, and suddenly he felt motivated to become stronger.
Arriving at the arena, Tom began to experiment with the newly acquired talent of 'All Things Return to Flow'.
"Flowers are blooming!"
He whispered as a cluster of redbud flowers blossomed in his hand, filling the air with fragrance.
In the past, through his magical vision, he had been able to see the process of magic transforming into spell effects, but now with the addition of 'All Laws Return to Flow', Tom found that he could see more things.
"..."
He suddenly had an epiphany: the essence of spellcasting is exchange, or sacrifice. He offered the magic power with emotions and will to the world, and thus achieved his desired goal.
Magic is a sacrifice, but it is also a channel of communication and a currency recognized by the world.
This discovery overturned some of his previous cognitions or brought about new insights. Tom couldn't wait to try it a few more times, and even entered the extraordinary mode and the state of mental leap, which allowed him to indefinitely prolong the most touching moment.
Until the next day, he appeared in the auditorium in high spirits, looked at the silly-smiling Daphne, turned his head to look at Astoria who was a little listless due to the weather change, and gave the silver-haired girl a bottle of warming agent.
Tom decided to find Hermione as his experimental opponent.
Miss Know-It-All would not refuse any invitation to study, so after the afternoon's magical creatures class, the two came to the Forbidden Forest.
"Hermione, stay calm." Tom cleared a space and set up a few targets. He said to the girl, "You may use any spell you know. I have only one request—cast it as slowly as possible. Even if you can cast it silently, try to use the most standard and complete process."
Although Hermione didn't know what Tom was researching, she nodded seriously and thought about it. She started with the simplest levitation spell.
As the girl waved her wand, Tom's eyes lit up with vibrant colors, runes and arcs of light flashed one after another. The world and the girl in his eyes were split into pure black and white. "The magic power emanating from the city is the only wind..."
Tom didn't stop, so Hermione kept going. Fortunately, she had taken a lot of strengthening potions, and her magic power was far beyond her peers.
"Thank you for your hard work, Hermione."
After recovering from that strange state, Tom quickly supported Hermione, who was a little exhausted, and held the little witch in his arms.
Hermione shook her head gently. "It's okay. You'll be fine after a short rest."
"Well, go to sleep first, I'll stay with you."
Tom didn't use any invigorating potion on Hermione, allowing her to recover in the most primitive way, which was also good for her body.
Lying in his arms, Hermione soon fell asleep peacefully, while Tom was thinking about his recent realization.
Sure enough, wizards behaved differently during the 'exchange' process.
For the same spell, Hermione needs to pay a higher price to obtain the same effect. The price is magic power and the intensity of emotions. In the exchange process, she is in an absolutely weak position.
As for himself, he is now close to being equal, and can even add chips after the exchange is completed, making changes at any time.
This is the characteristic of the King of the Century, what about the Legend?
Can we just 'plunder' directly?
...Please give me flowers...
Tom's thoughts gradually became clearer. He looked up at the blood-red sunset and suddenly had the urge to pick the sun off and eat it.
The days suddenly calmed down. With a new research direction, Tom's daily life also became regular. He set aside some time every evening to use "All Methods Return to Flow" to analyze the essence of magic, but most of his energy was used to prepare for the Wizards' Guild.
This was a major task, not only requiring the establishment of a branch in the contracted country, but also the preparation of a temporary headquarters in Diagon Alley.
Yes, it's temporary.
He felt that a cramped place like Diagon Alley could not accommodate his huge organization that would actually control the wizarding world in the future, and that it would eventually be replaced, so he did not take it too seriously and just wanted to save face.
Valentine's Day came in the blink of an eye. It happened to be a weekend, and Dumbledore was very open-minded and added a Hogsmeade Open Day, which made countless young wizards grateful to him.
Of course, there is also the gnashing of teeth over popularity.
For example, those single guys, and for example...Tom.
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He hated Valentine's Day the most because he couldn't possibly be with every girl, even though Qiu, Penelope, and Astoria were very sensible and didn't make any requests.
But his own guilt could not be dispelled.
So he could only fill his schedule. In the early morning, he accompanied Qiu to the forbidden forest to pick flowers and weaved a laurel wreath made of flowers for her. After lunch, he talked with Penelope about business arrangements and gave her more tasks.
It is not just about giving and protecting to experience strong emotions. Sometimes asking for and making requests, making the other person feel needed and that they have value in their existence is also a good way.
Penelope is the most typical giving personality. She hopes she can do more to help Tom instead of always receiving favors.
So Tom has been cultivating her business knowledge and experience. He has completely handed over the payment system to Penelope, who will communicate with the fairies.
After graduating in a year, Held Workshop and his future series of business empires will be the battlefield for Penelope to show his talents as long as he has enough ability.
At noon, the maid Ginny prepared a... lunch that looked edible.
Tom didn't punish her because it was a holiday.
He listened to the girl's complaints and the gossip of her roommates, and finally slapped her on the butt and walked away, taking Astoria and Daphne with him to Hogsmeade with his classmates.
The Three Broomsticks was absolutely packed, and Madam Puddifoot's Tea House didn't have a three-person booth... so Tom chose the Hog's Head Inn, and even told Aberforth in advance that he had ordered a few bottles of low-alcohol fruit wine so that the two sisters could have a drink as well.
"That b*****d Albus, son of a b**ch, he's forgotten everything! He doesn't deserve the name Dumbledore!"
Tom's appearance finally gave Aberforth an outlet to vent his anger, and he began to curse his brother incessantly.
After the initial shock, Daphne and Astoria's faces flushed. They felt ashamed of the dirty words Aberforth said, but also a little excited.
There are not many people in the world who dare to scold Dumbledore so openly.
I really want to record it and send it to the principal...
Chapter 385: A Tiring Day, Tom's Position in the Magic Field
Aberforth not only scolded Dumbledore, he also scolded Grindelwald, and even more.
The ratio between the two is about one to one and a half.
Although Dumbledore couldn't hear it, it didn't matter. Tom thoughtfully invited another person to let Grindelwald hear Aberforth's voice with his own ears.
In the study room, Grindelwald had a dark face, and he wished he could fly directly from Durmstrang and cast a hundred curses on the Japanese.
That's right, not only Aberforth, but Tom is also involved.
Aberforth scolded him, but Tom was still nodding and agreeing with a smile, occasionally adding a few more curses with an indignant look. Aberforth felt very relieved, as if he had found a soulmate.
This guy is so bad that he is bleeding.
"Tom, why do you want to get involved in this mess?"
Aberforth had his own information channels and knew that Tom was not only a witness to the signing of the final contract, but also played the role of a bridge. He came up with an idea to ease the conflict between Grindelwald and the Ministries of Magic of many countries.
"You can't blame me for this."
The young man sighed and downed the drink in his glass. "I know the principal has always longed for peace. If I don't step in and offer some relief, and the stalemate continues, who knows how far the '950' group will spiral."
He doesn't long for peace, he longs for reconciliation!
Aberforth looked unhappy, but he still gave Dumbledore some face and didn't mention the dark history.
"Tom, I only have one piece of advice. Stay away from Grindelwald, or he'll sell you out and you'll be counting his money. My brother is the same. Stay away from him and focus on your own business."
"Yeah," Tom sighed. "It's really tiring dealing with smart people like Grindelwald and the headmaster."
"fart!"
Grindelwald finally lost his temper. "Tom, I'm going to work for you my whole life, and you're still blackmailing me like this. You really have no conscience!"
It's so noisy.
Tom curled his lips, cut off the connection with the space, and continued to toast with Aberforth.
After drinking a pot of wine, Aberforth knew that Tom was here with his girlfriend to get some peace and quiet, so he just hung a sign saying "Closed" at the door and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Aberforth has always been good at taking care of people, and his emotional intelligence is much higher than Dumbledore, otherwise Ariana would not have been so dependent on him back then.
It was not until the last minute for returning to school that Tom took the two sisters out of the Hog's Head Inn. They had a great time eating melons today and heard a lot of Dumbledore's dark history.
And do you think that's the end of the day, Tom?
Of course not, he also had to accompany Hermione to the observatory to look at the stars, and even Ariana in the study room needed company.
Fortunately, Furong is not at Hogwarts, otherwise it would be difficult to get through this level today.
Lying on the bed and sighing, Tom felt that the energy he put in today was countless times more than what he would have put in if he had studied seriously for a whole day.
Sure enough, women are the most difficult magic in the world.
However, this was just his idea.
After all, only a few people were qualified to have the same happy troubles as Tom.
If Hogwarts students were asked to vote for the most difficult course in the school, most would choose Potions or Transfiguration.
It was not only related to the subject, but connection was also a key factor.
At the same time, a small number of students will choose the Ancient Magic Rune course.
It's not because they are special, but because only a small number of people take this distressing course.
"Classmates, in this class we will learn the last ten of the basic magic runes ┼"World"
Standing at the podium, ancient magic professor Bathsheda Barbling wrote... or more accurately, drew a rune on the blackboard. The few students in the classroom stared wide-eyed, trying hard to copy the rune into their notebooks, striving to make sure there were no mistakes.
After giving them a full five minutes, Barbie finally explained the meaning of "world" to the students.
The rune "world" is the most extensive of all ancient runes, playing different roles in various contexts.
Generally speaking, it describes space and time.
For example, the well-known "Invisible Extension Spell" contains the power of the "world" rune, but it has been simplified by modern magic and can be cast through a spell.
"But if you want to create a large enough space, you still need to have a certain understanding of this magic word. At the same time, 'world' also has the meaning of stillness, representing stability. Hengrui
Babel tried her best to explain the meaning of the magic runes in the simplest language, but this was very difficult for her because if she was not careful, she would misinterpret or ignore the true meaning of the magic runes.
It's also difficult for students. Each magic rune plays a different role in different contexts. Coupled with the difficult writing standards, it's like listening to a foreign language. Many people have already planned to give up this elective course next year.
Barbie also knew that the number of students, which was already small, would be reduced by half by the fourth grade, but she could do nothing about it. Some knowledge was really not suitable for the general public to master.
This is also an important reason why it is difficult for wizards to reach a higher level. When everyone regards them as tools that can be used rather than truths worth exploring in depth, they can naturally only stay at the most superficial level of application.
As the get out of class was about to end, Babel paused and summarized, "I've already introduced all the basic runes in previous classes. I'm sure you've gained a basic understanding of ancient runes."
"How to use these runes correctly and properly is not part of this semester's curriculum. In the remaining months, I will review what you've learned so far to lay a solid foundation. Do you have any other questions?"
Babel asked the question out of habit, expecting the usual silence, but one student raised his hand.
"Ms. Granger?"
"Um... Professor, you just said that all the basics have been learned... I want to ask, are you familiar with the 'communication runes' mentioned in the newspapers a while ago?" Hermione asked cautiously, "Aren't those runes basic runes? When can we get to know them?"
"BEX..."
Barbie didn't expect Hermione to ask questions about communication magic runes. As a professor and an expert in the field of magic runes, Barbie would of course pay attention to relevant information.
Not only did she know about it, she was also shocked and couldn't sleep well for the past few days.
The students here also remember that there was a report in the newspaper. The most important thing is that... this article was written by Tom.
"How should I put it..."
Babling found Hermione's question difficult to answer.
She took a long time to speak before saying, "Ms.
Granger, what we are learning now is only the basic magic runes of ancient runes.
It is the most widely spread and used, and it is also the one that is closest to our current language."
"Besides this, there are at least ten other magical runes in the world."
"Mr. Riddle's communication runes are not part of any existing system. They are his own creation."
Wow!
There was a brief commotion in the quiet classroom. It was no longer a strange thing for Tom to publish articles. He had been doing it since the first grade, and everyone was used to it.
But creating one's own magic runes still sounds too exaggerated.
Just like the runes they were learning, they were the magic runes that Odin created with the gift of heaven and earth. "Could it be that Tom has become so powerful that he can stand shoulder to shoulder with the legendary gods?"
"Surprised, aren't you?"
Babble shrugged. "Not only are you surprised, but my friends and I are all frantic about this.
We've been receiving letters non-stop for days.
To be honest, Miss Granger, I was actually thinking of asking you to convey to Mr.
Riddle whether you could invite him to join the Ancient Rune Society and give a few public classes."
"The magic runes he disclosed are truly profound.
They have a multi-layered spiral structure, and each word is a highly complex structure.
It's impossible to grasp them simply by reading newspapers and papers.
As for the difficulty, if you can get excellent graduation grades, you'll probably be qualified to study."
Hermione was stunned. The reason she asked this question was that she had been rejected by Tom when she wanted to learn Communication Rune. She planned to lay a solid foundation before learning.
The unconvinced little witch went to the professor to learn more, but she got the answer that only those who graduated with excellent grades in magic were eligible to study.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class. Hermione nodded absentmindedly, taking note of what Professor Babbling had asked her to convey.
When the last class was over and Hermione was about to go find Tom to pass on a message, she unexpectedly saw Tom talking to a white-haired, old witch in the hallway. Around them were Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and several teachers she had never seen before.
Tom saw her and waved to Hermione.
The young witch trotted over, and the boy took her hand and said to the old witch, "Professor Marchbanks, forget about the questions. I have a lot of other things to do, and I really can't devote any more energy to them."
"Besides, it's not appropriate for a student like me to set the test questions. Aren't you worried that I might leak the test questions?"
"No, not at all." The hunchbacked Professor Marchbanks seemed oblivious to Tom's lighthearted teasing. He remained serious as he spoke loudly, "Even if you leaked the exam questions, it's not a big deal. The magic exams cover the same content almost every year. At best, it's a standard exam scope."
Marchbank
Hermione muttered the name in her mind, her eyes suddenly widening.
This grade...is also related to exams.
Could it be Griselda Marchbank, the head of the Examinations Authority who had presided over the OWLs and NEWTs examinations for hundreds of years?
What did she mean by that just now? Did she want Tom to set the questions for these two exams?
Chapter 386: Tom's Status in the Magic World, Candidate for President of the Wizards Guild
Hermione guessed correctly that the person Tom was talking to was Griselda Marchbank, a legend in British education. This hunchbacked old woman had just celebrated her 190th birthday last year and was even featured in the newspapers.
Because many of the people who came to celebrate her birthday were important figures in the British wizarding world, including Dumbledore.
The purpose of her visit this time was to invite Tom to be the question setter for the Ancient Magic Literature subject in the two major exams, or even the chief question setter.
When the existence of the communication magic rune was exposed, Tom's status in the magic rune world suddenly rose to a unique level without any controversy.
This principle is easy to understand. Everyone is researching and constantly exploring the mysteries within the magic runes, while Tom is creating the magic runes for them to study. They are not on the same level.
Unless another powerful person who can create magic runes can emerge in the current magic world.
Otherwise, we can only look up to his existence.
With such a powerful figure in the country, March Class had to let Tom set the questions to prove the authority and necessity of the exam. Even the creator of the magic rune said this knowledge point should be learned, so why don't you learn it?
So even though Tom's age and identity were a bit awkward, Marchbank insisted on letting him set the questions.
In the end, Tom was afraid that the old lady would run out of breath and pass out if she talked any longer, so he reluctantly agreed.
Being a question setter would be of some benefit to him. At least his status in the education and academic circles would be improved, and the influence of his 20 published papers would naturally increase accordingly.
Now, he earns more than 2,000 credits every month just from thesis "rent". It's a pity that there are no corresponding achievement points, otherwise he would have become rich long ago.
Having achieved their goal, the old lady was very happy and left with Dumbledore following closely. There was also a group of old men, and Dumbledore had to be careful in treating these old guys. Tom looked at his back and thought he looked a little wretched, like a eunuch.
"Professor McGonagall."
Tom stopped someone who was about to follow. He had originally been looking for Professor McGonagall, but he was stuck here. "Professor, I have a suggestion. Aren't the other schools coming soon? You and the other professors could give the selected players a special pre-game training session."
Professor McGonagall's eyes lit up. "That's a good idea, Mr. Riddle. I'll think about it."
"It's okay. It's all for school. But you can leave Hermione's special training to me. You won't be worried, right?"
Professor McGonagall laughed in silence. Tom's achievements had already surpassed those of the Deans. As for his strength, apart from anything else, the fact that Fiendfyre had stopped Grindelwald last time was the best proof. What could she possibly be worried about?
If Tom said he was responsible for everyone's special training, she would be worried because she was afraid that the kid would get playful and hurt others.
After watching Professor McGonagall disappear down the spiral staircase, Tom withdrew his gaze and teased Hermione, "I'll help you with your lessons this weekend. Don't cry."
The girl cutely frowned, "No, I'm not afraid even if it's hard."
Tom is not helping Professor McGonagall out of a warm-hearted person or a strong sense of collective honor. He has neither of these two qualities at all.
In fact, he is still narrow-minded. Those schools don't want him to participate in the competition. If the students of Hogwarts improve their strength, the probability of winning will increase. If he still cannot win in the end, he will have to think of other tricks.
He is very good at this. If you don't believe me, go ask the Thunderbird that was fed fat before, and Fox that is now so full that he can't fly every day.
Hermione asked about what happened just now, and Tom briefly explained the purpose of March class. The little witch was even more excited than him, and dragged Tom to the Room of Requirement to help with magic runes.
Tom also wanted to cultivate some high-end talents. When he created the communication magic runes, he only cared about his own use and did not consider the actual level of the magic world at all. As a result, many people could not even meet the learning threshold.
He also hopes that there will be endless people to help him develop "apps" in the future. Wouldn't he be exhausted if he relies on himself?
Tom had thought about using memory magic to "enlighten" qualified talents, but it was different from the situation with the little Lubans.
Creating a little Luban was like painting on a blank piece of paper, while constantly instilling memories and dreams into others was like repairing and improving a complex painting, which was not on the same level of difficulty.
And it's also dangerous, unless one is a pervert like him or Ravenclaw who has an active mind and a strong ability to digest and accept things.
Otherwise, he would have used memory magic to improve the girls' magic level long ago, and would not have used such a stupid method to teach.
As the competition draws closer, the professors become more nervous. Compared with the ranking in the competition, they care more about the outside world's overall evaluation of Hogwarts. This is an opportunity to show off and test themselves.
As a result, all the classes started to go off topic, and the professors would always go off to some inexplicable places while lecturing.
For example, Professor McGonagall would call the twins' names in the fifth grade class and warn them that if they dared to make any noise while other schools were present, he would ask their mother to be the discipline administrator, which scared the twins so much that they turned pale.
In Potions class, Snape stared at everyone's work surface with a sinister look. If there was even a stain that was not cleaned up, he would scold them violently.
"If you want other magic schools to think that Hogwarts students are a bunch of slovenly people, I don't care, but if it affects my reputation, I swear, even if you graduate, I can call you back to be cleaners for life."
When Neville heard this, he felt that Snape was talking about him. However, he surprisingly did not feel scared or frightened. Instead, he felt that it was not bad.
Doesn't this mean that he can find a job that he'll work until he dies after graduation?
Apart from Snape, he didn't really like life in school.
Snape didn't realize that his threats hadn't worked. He raised his eyebrows smugly at Harry and Ronald, then ignored Tom who also ignored him and strode back to the podium to start the class.
The craziest one was Filch. He wandered around the castle all day with a magnifying glass, checking the corners of statues and portraits. Even if there was a tiny stubborn stain on the wall, he would come with a strong detergent and a bucket and scrub it for half a day.
Tom really appreciated this attitude. He loved what he did and didn't care that many students hated Filch. His job was to maintain this thousand-year-old castle.
Every weekend, all contestants will receive special training from professors. Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Snape and Lupin take turns to train, which is really a great experience for the contestants.
With so many professors taking turns giving lectures and doing practical exercises, Ginny was sweaty all over and her head was dizzy at the end of the day.
Ginny even got angry with Tom - why did he only give Hermione extra lessons and leave her to the professors? She was scolded by Snape today and almost questioned her life.
He only became obedient after being pressed on Tom's legs and spanked hard, but it was not enough to just give him a big stick, he also had to give him some sweet treats.
"I trained Hermione specifically because she is more dangerous than you." Tom whispered in Ginny's ear, and the hot breath hit her face, making the little witch dizzy and her ears turned as red as her hair.
"You are more talented than Hermione. There is absolutely no one in the second grade who can rival you. That's why I am confident in leaving you to the professor. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
"Be good, then go back to sleep. I'm very busy recently. I'll deal with you when I have time, okay?"
"Hmm~"
Watching Ginny skipping away, Tom sighed.
He is such a scumbag, he can say anything.
In the last week of February, Tom came to the principal's office to ask for leave.
"Professor 340, the Wizards Guild is basically ready, but I need to personally finish the rest, so I'm going to take a week off.
Dumbledore was startled, not expecting Tom to move so quickly.
After thinking for a moment, he agreed to Tom's request for leave, but also put forward his own conditions.
The Wizarding Guild is going to sign a tripartite treaty with Grindelwald and the twenty-odd ministries of magic, and he must be present at the time.
Dumbledore was afraid that his students would be abducted.
Tom couldn't help laughing after hearing his request: "Professor, even if I didn't inform you, those officials from the Ministry of Magic would definitely not let you go. If you weren't here, would they dare to face Grindelwald alone?"
"It will probably take a few days before they come knocking on our door."
Dumbledore also laughed. He was so concerned that he ignored Grindelwald's own deterrent power.
With the leave note, Tom used the office's Floo network to return to his home, lay on the soft sofa and began to think.
The Wizards Guild won't make any big moves in the early stages, but there will definitely be a lot of trivial matters. He can handle many basic problems, but he lacks someone who can take charge.
Mrs. Greengrass has been helping him out all this time and is the best candidate, but the Transportation Department is her ancestral position, and he can't let her resign and start a business with him.
So Tom had to make another choice.
After thinking for a long time, he found a candidate who was... not a good candidate.
He took out his notebook and chatted with that person for a few minutes.
Then Tom sat up, changed out of his school uniform, put on a windbreaker, stepped out, came to another area of London, and knocked on the door.
Soon, the door was opened, revealing Sirius' handsome and unruly face.
He quickly welcomed the person in, and as soon as they sat down, Sirius couldn't wait to ask: "Tom, can you tell me what I need to do to become the president of the guild?"