Chapter 200: Grindelwald's Strongest Subordinate, Go to Hell With His Magical Dream!
Vogel looked at her in shock.
"Are you sure? His relationship with us isn't that good. Will he listen to your arrangements?"
Who is Grimson?
Even if you ask this question to the old Saints who were contemporaries of Vogel and Rozier, they will definitely be able to answer it.
But if you ask Newt, he will definitely jump up immediately and protect his box as if he were facing a great enemy.
Gunnar Grimsson is a French wizard, but he graduated from Durmstrang. None of this is important. What is important is the feud between him and Newt.
At the beginning, Grimson was not a saint, he was just a hunter, a hunter of magical creatures.
Newt advocates the protection of magical animals, believing that magical animals are an important part of the magical world and that wizards should understand and treat them well rather than simply seek economic value.
But Grimson doesn't think so. He thinks that all uncontrollable magical animals are threats. Not only will they harm the lives of wizards, but they may also expose the entire wizarding world.
The two men's ideas were almost completely opposite, but the Ministry of Magic at the time obviously appreciated Grimson more and often hired him to do activities related to dangerous creatures.
But Grimson was not a saint at that time, otherwise he would not have become a guest of honor in the Ministries of Magic of various countries.
The situation did not change until the British Ministry of Magic was commissioned by the American Magical Congress to hire Grimson to hunt down Graydons, who had caused great damage in New York.
After arriving in Paris, Grimson joined the Saints after being scolded by Grindelwald, and the pursuit of Graydon turned into protection tracking.
How strong is Grimson?
Even a fully-exploded Obscurus couldn't do anything to him (he was the one in Fantastic Beasts 2 who blocked all attacks with a protective shield).
In terms of status and power, Grimson is not among the top five in the Saints, but in terms of strength and difficulty to provoke, he is definitely in the top three.
Later on, Aberforth also joined the team against Grindelwald because of Graydons' death. It was basically Grimsson who was fighting against him, and he would cause trouble for Newt from time to time.
However, because he had too much negative information in his hands and there was no evidence that he had done anything harmful to the wizarding world, he was eventually found not guilty and lived in seclusion in Norway ever since, ignoring worldly affairs.
Even Wenda Rozier could only ask him to come out, not order him to do so.
"If this is our business, he will most likely ignore it."
Rosier said, "But this involves Master Riddle.
Grimson only obeys Master Grindelwald.
If he doesn't come to help Master Grindelwald's disciples when they encounter problems, I wonder how he will have the face to see Master Grindelwald after Master comes out of Nurmengard."
Vogel agreed and nodded, "Then I'll go tonight and leave the interrogation to you."
"Don't worry." Rozier's smile was without a trace of warmth: "I will treat them well."
Nicolas Flamel Estate.
After coming back, it was as if nothing had happened. After a simple wash, I lay on the bed and entered the study space to start today's training.
He has recently been learning the extremely complex magic of Vulcan Opening the Way.
Although magic is a subjective power, and logically speaking, it should be possible to make your wishes come true without any logic at all, but that is the most ideal state.
Now, if Tom wants to summon something, or use simple transformation or spells, he can do it with his magic power just by moving his mind.
Vulcan Clearing the Way does not fall into this category. This is a complex magic studied by Dumbledore, and it is also a collection of transformation spells and magic spells. The principle and release process are extremely complicated.
He still had to study the principles of magic honestly, first learn to walk, then learn to run, and finally fly.
And this time Tom can only rely on self-study.
Not Andros, and not Grindelwald.
But Grindelwald can still play a role, such as being Tom's sparring partner.
"The fierce fire is raging!"
Ice-blue flames flew out from the tip of the wand continuously. Tom also raised his wand high and waved it in a wide range. After brewing for a while, he released the blazing red flame.
"God of Fire, make way!"
In a flash, the scarlet flames formed a raging sea of fire, which transformed into two walls of fire with an extremely powerful and domineering attitude, forcibly dividing the fierce fire. The two flames kept rolling, the tongues of fire kept rising, and they entangled together.
From the look of this magic, we can tell that the real Dumbledore is not as gentle as he appears.
Eventually, the number of blue flames began to decrease, and the red sea of fire, which was fueled by the flames, became even more vigorous and occupied the entire area.
"Hu... Disperse!"
Tom used the authority of space to directly eliminate all traces of magic.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Andros came over, clapping his hands. "This is probably the strongest fire magic I've ever seen. It makes me want to try it myself."
Grindelwald's face darkened, and he folded his arms and snorted, "This is a targeted spell that Dumbledore created specifically to counter my variant of the Fiendfyre spell. If it weren't for me, would he have been able to achieve such success?"
Andros looked at him in surprise. "This is the first time I've noticed that you have this kind of sophistry, Old Ge."
Tom also came back to his senses from his deep thoughts and said with a smile: "It was not his wand that made him a dark wizard that the Ministry of Magic was afraid of, but his mouth."
"Try a few more times. My release speed is still too slow. The fire is still out of control after it reaches a certain level."
Grindelwald nodded.
There were some things he had never said to Tom, but they were his and Andros' truest thoughts.
Tom simply put all his ambitions on his desire for strength. If they had achieved the same success as Tom at this age and had so many abnormal talents,
The enthusiasm for learning will definitely wane.
We will reach the top sooner or later anyway, so why rush?
But Tom is different. The faster he progresses, the stronger his desire for strength becomes. There is no time to relax.
After several consecutive confrontations, Grindelwald could no longer bear this torture. He suspected that Tom was not practicing the spell, but was deliberately disgusting him. He waved his hand to signal Andros to take over.
Andros grinned, and a huge guardian god emerged, slapping the vortex of fire gathering in the sky to pieces, and the God of Fire's path was directly aborted.
Tom:
Go to Nima's magical dream!
The next day, Tom said goodbye to Newt and went out.
Tom didn't intend to tell Newt about the attack that happened yesterday, otherwise, given Newt's character, he would definitely blame himself, even if he was safe and sound.
As long as we solve the problem and the person who created it, wouldn't that mean nothing will happen?
Before leaving school, he promised Dumbledore that he would not kill people easily, but it was Rosier, a saint, who finally solved the root of these problems. What does that have to do with him?
The Rozier family.
After receiving the message, Wenda Rozier immediately went to the door and waited. About five minutes later, Tom Apparated in front of him.
"Master Riddle."
Tom nodded: "Let's go, take me to get the meteorite first.
Rozier stretched out his hand and led the way for Tom. Along the way, they met several members of the Rozier family. When they saw Tom, they bowed respectfully, obviously knowing his identity.
Since Wenda dared to say it, it means these tribesmen are absolutely reliable.
After passing through a garden full of bauhinia flowers, Wenda took out his magic wand and tapped a banyan tree rhythmically a few times. The banyan tree suddenly cracked open, revealing a hidden passage leading underground.
After the two stepped into the passage, the torches on both sides of the wall lit up automatically, and a stone door could be seen almost every few dozen meters.
Wenda ignored the first few stone doors, but when he came to the fifth one, Rozier opened it.
"There are no valuable treasures in the previous few warehouses, just useless Galleons. From here on, the family's treasures will appear. You can take whatever you need.
Tom just glanced at it casually and walked out, "I just need artwork and some materials, these messes are useless to me.
Wenda immediately understood Tom's preferences and took him to the corresponding warehouse.
France has always been the center of Europe. After the Renaissance, with the rise of national strength, the art center shifted from Florence to Paris. Coupled with the ancestral plundering genes, the good things on this land are absolutely beyond imagination.
Tom took some artworks back purely to decorate his home, not because he really loved or understood these things.
Just pick things that meet your aesthetic standards, regardless of their value.
Wenda is an expert. Every time Tom chooses an item, she will introduce the general information and origin, and Tom listens with great interest.
When he arrived at the material warehouse, he was not polite. As long as the materials were useful and difficult to buy outside, he would take away most of them. Even if they were not needed now, Tom did not want to look for them when he needed them in the future.
After wandering around for several hours, we finally arrived at the warehouse where meteorites were stored.
Smelling the smell of food, Usachi, who had been hiding in the pocket, also became excited. He let out an excited dragon roar, rushed into the meteorite pile like lightning and started to feast on it.
Rozier looked at the scene in surprise.
She had always thought that Tom's collection of meteorites was related to alchemy, and might even be the refining material for "I Chat". But these meteorites turned out to be the food of this strange creature?
Tom looked at Little Ray Sora with amusement. It had been a long time since Usagi had eaten a meteorite. Although three tons was not a lot, it could help her grow a lot. Next time she made trouble, Fox would not be her opponent even without the Dragon Dance.
"Seeing her eating so happily makes me a little hungry." Tom rubbed his stomach. He left in a hurry today and didn't have breakfast.
"I'll prepare it for you right away." Rosier called an elf and gave him an order.
Leaving Usagi here to eat, Tom followed Rosier back to the ground and found the nearest restaurant. The house-elves quickly brought the steaming hot food to the table.
Tom drank a bowl of mushroom soup to warm his stomach before asking, "Were those people tried yesterday?"
Rozier nodded: "They asked all the questions they should ask, and they went to the places they should go. Next year's purple gold flowers will definitely be much more beautiful than this year's."
Chapter 201: Reward, Holiday Ends
As Rozier spoke, Tom also understood the current situation.
Someone has placed a bounty on him on the black market—50,000 Galleons, alive.
Probably because they didn't want to make too much noise and attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic and Tom's vigilance, so they didn't offer a public reward.
There are three middlemen similar to Borgin and Burke in the black market. These six wizards were sent by them. Each of them sent two wizards, probably with the intention of splitting the bounty equally.
Fifty thousand Galleons. It is estimated that such a huge amount of orders will not appear in the black market for decades.
But Tom frowned after hearing this.
He's only worth fifty thousand?
Damn it! The Ministry of Magic gave a bounty of 10,000 to Sirius, a wandless person. He must have at least ten times as much as Sirius.
Rozier saw Tom frowning and thought he was angry that someone dared to offer a reward for him, so he immediately assured him, "Master Riddle, please give me some time. I will definitely find out who dared to offer a reward for you, and those three old guys will definitely not let you go."
"Don't be so nervous." Tom came back to his senses and smiled: "I don't have such a bad temper. Now that I have a goal, I can solve it. By the way, why didn't I see Vogel today?
"He went to ask a more suitable person to take action." Rozier introduced some basic information about Grimson to him.
Tom nodded. He often heard this name from Grindelwald's mouth, and every time he heard it he would express admiration and praise.
It's not only because Grimson is strong, the most important thing is that he can cause a lot of trouble to Newt. When facing Grimson, Newt dare not release any army of magical beasts, that would simply kill his babies. The title of the strongest hunter of magical beasts is not a joke.
But Grimson still couldn't do anything to him, because Newt also had human bodyguards - Tina and his brother Theseus, and sometimes he would summon a Dumbledore.
No wonder the Saints get so angry when they mention Newt, this guy is so damn hard to kill.
Tom said with some regret: "There is not enough time this time, I can only meet him next time. I really want to try how strong the fighting power that can suppress Cheng Mo Mo Ran is."
Tom had given his all in yesterday's battle - he tried his best to control Obscurus not to kill those wizards.
Now there are fewer and fewer opponents suitable for him.
Apart from the two old Dengs in the study space and the old Deng in the school, only Aberforth and Grimson are qualified to let him go.
After leaving Usagi, who was full and asleep, Tom came to Delacour's house. Today was Saturday, and Mr. Delacour was resting. In Mr. Delacour's desperate eyes, Tom took the two little girls away.
The only thing that comforted him was that Tom would return to England in a few days, and his daughter would be returned to him then.
During this last period of time, Tom didn't even go to the laboratory. He took Gabrielle and Fleur to play in all the amusement parks in Paris, and even went back and forth to the Vosges Mountains to visit Fleur's grandmother Polana on the same day.
Polana was very happy to see the three people, but when she heard that they were going back to Paris that night, she immediately became angry and almost failed to enter the transformation state.
Tom was also at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He felt that many of the Veela had the personalities of old children.
But if you calculate her age, Polana is 120 years old this year, which is just 30 years old in human terms, so she is not old.
He brought back a lot of fresh fruits and beautiful flowers from the Vosges Mountains. On the day he was leaving, Mu transplanted five Whomping Willows into his small world.
"Are you sure Dumbledore would agree to you using his school as a vegetable garden?"
Nicolas Flamel said doubtfully, "This thing is still quite dangerous to students.
I still remember him telling me that when he planted the Whomping Willow in your school, letters of complaint from parents fell on his desk like snowflakes."
"There are many more dangerous things in Hogwarts than the Whomping Willow." The boy closed the lid and said with a smile, "Last year's Quirrell and Voldemort's notebook, the Whomping Willow is really nothing compared to them."
"The principal said earlier that he needed my help with something. If he can ask me for help, I can also ask him for help. Isn't this fair?"
"Be careful."
Even though he was a good friend of Dumbledore, Nicolas Flamel couldn't help but remind Tom: "He is a good person, but many times... Well, you have to think carefully anyway, protecting yourself is more important."
"If the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up. You must make your own judgment. If you are unsure of the news, you can ask me, not the New York Times."
Nico glanced at Newt, who was smiling awkwardly, "He is a confused person. If it weren't for Tina watching over him, he would be lucky to have lost some limbs now.
"I understand." Tom smiled and nodded. "I'll go see Grandma Perenelle and then I'll leave."
"Go ahead."
At the same time, a middle-aged male wizard wearing a bowler hat and looking gentle and harmless came to the black market. He always had a smile on his face and his two dimples were faintly visible.
"Should it be here?" muttered the middle-aged wizard standing in front of a shop. After making sure that he was in the right place, he drew a circle. After he entered, a barrier like a water curtain enveloped the entire shop.
Nothing could come out from inside, neither blood nor screaming.
When Tom returned to England, he immediately felt a little depressed.
In this horrible weather in London, the thick fog is just like dog skin medicine, stuck tightly above the city.
After a burst of lightning, thunder and howling wind, I finally felt much more comfortable.
Instead of contacting Hermione or Daphne first, Tom sent a message to Qiu.
[Tom: I'm back. ]
[Sports-oriented art girl: So soon? I thought he would be back before school starts. ]
[Tom: I haven't finished tidying up my house yet. If I put it off any longer, I'll have to wait until summer vacation to tidy up my house.]
[Sports-oriented literary girl: Do you need my help?]
[Tom: I couldn't ask for more.]
[Qiu: Give me the address, I'll go there now.]
An hour later, when the girl was standing at the door, hesitating whether to ring the doorbell, the iron gate was opened.
Tom poked his head out: "Why didn't you call me?"
"I'm afraid I've found the wrong place." Qiu smiled embarrassedly. She knew Tom's background.
But you said orphans live here...
"Come in quickly." The young man opened the iron gate and made way for Qiu to come in before explaining: "One of my teachers is quite wealthy, so he bought this for me."
Tom was able to buy this house with the gold extracted from the Philosopher's Stone, so it's not wrong to say that it was sponsored by Nicolas Flamel.
"So that's how it is." Qiu nodded suddenly, "Then your teacher is really generous."
"It's OK, mainly because he has no offspring."
autumn:"...…
Why does it sound like a complete annihilation?
Entering the living room, Qiu immediately saw a pile of picture frames and various exquisite works of art on the floor.
Tom said: "It's almost done. What's left is some details and decorations. I plan to use these decorations to embellish the space. It's a good opportunity to hear your opinions.
"Do you trust my aesthetics so much?" Qiu squatted down and picked up a tapestry with intricate patterns. "What if my suggestion doesn't suit your taste?"
"Then I refuse to accept your suggestion." Tom smiled and said, "But the speed of the two of us is faster than that of me alone, right?"
The girl rolled her eyes at him and said, "You're really rude."
But she still took the tapestry and walked towards the stairs, "Put it here."
Qiu is still very serious and responsible. She needs to think for a long time every time before making a decision, and she will bring several pieces of art that she likes to compare and see which one is more suitable.
......
However, Qiu still has the common problem of making decisions that women often have, and Tom is still the one to make the decision.
It's not tiring when men and women work together. Although Tom can't use magic because Qiu is here, the two of them are still very efficient. In just one afternoon, the entire first floor and two staircases were decorated.
Autumn wanted to go on, but Tom stopped her.
He asked Qiu to come over just to find a girl to accompany him to pass the time, not that he really needed a long-term worker.
"Since we can't finish it today, we can just come back tomorrow."
"Eat first, and then I'll let you go home."
The ingredients in the refrigerator were replaced regularly by the house-elves, so there was no problem of expiration or staleness. Tom made roast chicken and stewed beef, while Qiu prepared two Huxia dishes.
While eating, Qiu was also surprised: "I didn't expect that you have such a complete range of seasonings, even rice wine to remove the fishy smell, and many other spices that I don't know.
Tom smiled and said, "Hannah gave them to me. Her cooking skills are much better than mine. I'll take you to try them when we get to school."
The friendship between foodies is so simple. The Iron Hat King should be Tom's best friend in school.
In the next few days, Tom went to Greengrass Manor in the morning to help Daphne finish her homework, and decorated the villa with Qiu in the afternoon.
Sometimes they had dinner together.
If Qiu needed to go home, he would go to Hermione's house for dinner.
Recently, Hermione had started to prepare for the courses for next semester, and it was said that she had already read more than half of them.
When he comes back in the evening, he has to watch the latest version of "Tom and Jerry" with Ariana in the study space, and Tom's talent for time management is clearly visible.
Ariana has been challenging Grindelwald almost every other day recently. She has lost all fear of him and keeps clamoring to suppress the first Dark Lord, but unfortunately she fails every time.
There is no other way. Although Ariana is very talented in black magic, Grindelwald is also a genius magic practitioner. If you want to surpass Grindelwald of the same age in a short period of time, it is difficult to rely on magic practice alone. You still have to rely on evil practice.
But now Ariana is still unwilling to touch the path of evil cultivation, so she can only endure the anger.
On the first day of school, Tom got up early. Outside the window was a vast expanse of white. The ground was so clean. It snowed heavily last night, and there was a thick layer of snow even on the windowsill.
The young man dressed neatly and first came to Greengrass Manor via the Floo Network. He pulled Daphne, who was still lying in bed, up to have breakfast, and took one of them back to his home by each hand. Then he went to the Granger house not far away to find Hermione.
Mr.
Granger drove them to King's Cross Station.
Originally, Mr.
Granger asked them to be patient with the crowded space, but Tom expanded the back seat temporarily.
He was silent for a long time and finally sighed: "If ordinary people can also have this ability, house prices will definitely not rise so dramatically."
Hermione explained: "Dad, the traceless extension charm is a very powerful magic. Even among wizards, there are only a few who can use it skillfully. Don't treat all wizards as freaks like him."
The Greengrass sisters nodded repeatedly, and Tom glared at Hermione in mock anger.
"What do you mean by freak? Isn't it good to call him genius?"
The little witch pouted and muttered, "Genius is not as extraordinary as you."
Tom pinched her little face and told her to give birth to babies for freaks, a bunch of little freaks.
The road was covered with snow, and for safety reasons, Mr. Granger drove very slowly along the way. They left very early, but only arrived at the platform half an hour in advance.
"Take good care of yourselves and write more letters home," Mr. Granger advised, watching the children enter the platform. He stood there for a long time, sighed, and then turned and walked towards the parking lot.
The world of magic... is really fascinating.
Chapter 202: Daphne's Request, There Is Sichuan Opera to Watch Right After Returning to School?
Crossing the September Three-quarters platform, Tom suddenly realized that this seemed to be only his second time taking the train to Hogwarts. He had missed the train for various reasons before.
As soon as he appeared, students noticed him immediately. Countless eyes were cast at him, making Tom the focus of the platform immediately.
The damage done by the photo in the Daily Prophet was enormous. Even though Tom had done many exaggerated things before and had published articles in academic journals many times, students were not sensitive to these things.
But this time it was different. The photo clearly showed that Tom had surpassed the students' imagination.
Their fathers all looked up to respected high-ranking officials and legendary wizards who had left their names in history, and when these people took photos with Tom, they would let him sit in the main seat.
No matter what other reasons there are, they can't do it anyway, and they don't even dare to think about it.
Tom responded to the classmates who greeted him with a smile, and did not show any complacency or superiority, which greatly increased the young teachers' favorability towards Tom.
If all Slytherins were as polite as Tom, how could they become the most annoying house?
But what they don't know is that the distorted ideas of Slytherin today are the result of the influence of the previous polite Tom.
In fact, Tom was not trying to create a persona. He was just using this opportunity to observe some parents' reactions when they saw him.
How could a good kid like him who is so well-behaved, honest and only wants to study offend anyone?
There are only two possibilities for who would offer a reward of 50,000 Galleons for him.
The first type is the pure-blooded dogs who were stimulated by the "Chronicles of the Magical World" and wanted to solve the problem from the source.
The second possibility is that someone is coveting the person I'm chatting with. He didn't offer a reward earlier or later, but had to do it after the banquet. This possibility is also not low.
Even though the people who came that day were all friends recognized by Nicolas Flamel, these people were not Newt, whose character was so good that people believed in him more than themselves.
Faced with the huge temptation of benefits and fame, it is also very fair that he could not control his greed and took action against him.
Tom didn't stop smiling until he got on the train.
Nothing found.
Many of those conservative purebloods disliked him, but they were also a little wary. There was no one surprised by his appearance here. "It is very likely that this is not a reward issued by them.
However, Tom did not completely rule out the suspicion of these people. It is possible that some of the movie stars deceived him.
We still have to wait for news from Rozier.
After the train started, Tom still had no peace.
Many people came to gossip under the pretext of greeting him.
They were all curious about what the so-called changing the world meant, whether there really was an organization behind the scenes secretly controlling the magic world, and what position he held in that organization...
In the end, Tom was getting a bit overwhelmed and blamed everything on Dumbledore. He just pretended to accidentally talk about the headmaster, then immediately shut his mouth and gave the gossiping classmates a meaningful look.
The students immediately left with an expression of sudden enlightenment.
As for what they imagined, Tom had no business doing that.
After quieting down, Tom closed the car door, sat back in his seat and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Tom, are you sure it's okay for you to be so annoying to Professor Briddle?"
Hermione asked crisply. She felt that all kinds of rumors would soon appear in the school, and Dumbledore's image would become... a mess, but it would not be a good thing.
If Dumbledore knew that the message came from Tom, he would be angry even if he had a good temper, right?
Looking at Hermione's worried face, Tom smiled.
"You're still laughing." The little witch glared at him.
"I love to laugh naturally." Tom excused himself and then explained to Hermione: "You still don't understand Dumbledore. He never cares about what the outside world thinks of him. A lot of people in Slytherin call him an old lunatic."
Hermione was shocked and asked Tianni for help.
"Tom is right." Daphne nodded: "You think Dumbledore is good because he is a Gryffindor, but because of him, many Slytherin families have suffered misfortunes, so naturally they hate him."
"But he himself doesn't care. Many people have slammed the table with him, such as Malfoy's father, who knows that Dumbledore will not react.
"It's like a dough."
A bewildered expression appeared on Hermione's pretty face, and she suddenly felt that the image of her idol had collapsed.
A strong person can be gentle, even humble, but he cannot be without temper, right?
"He just doesn't care about those people." Tom shook his head. "Although I don't agree with Dumbledore's style of doing things, you must not think that he is an honest man. Dumbledore gave me a spell for Christmas. If you have a chance to see it, you will understand what kind of person he is."
Tom suddenly smiled evilly and said, "But this time I am just taking revenge in advance. Dumbledore has already planned to plot against me."
"He's trying to trick you?" Astoria asked curiously, "Since you know it in advance, why not just hide from him?"
"But I don't know exactly why." Tom shook his head. "We'll tell you when the time comes."
"Kids, would you like some snacks?"
A dedicated salesman from a small cart appeared and interrupted the conversation about Dumbledore among the people. Tom bought a lot of snacks out of habit.
It's not that the food bought in the car is better than what Pala, the house-elf who specializes in cooking, makes. It's just that sometimes eating is a feeling. Even though you know that instant noodles and grilled sausages are not good things, you still want to eat them from time to time.
Seeing Tom eating so happily, Daphne showed tears of pain at the corners of her mouth and took out the lunch box she had prepared in advance - a whole box of green belts.
Tom glanced and his eyelids twitched.
"Daphne, there's no need to torture yourself. Is this something that humans can eat? Anything I say is more important than this."
It's not right to say that the food is too good during the New Year. The food in the Greengrass family has always been very good.
But it was all thanks to Pala's increasingly better cooking skills that Daphne let herself go during this holiday and gained weight in less than a month. It was not until a few days ago when she looked in the mirror that she realized it and immediately began her weight loss journey.
But Tom didn't think Daphne had gained weight, she just felt that she had returned to normal from being too thin.
But girls think that I don't care what you think, I care what I think, and I will lose weight back to my original weight no matter what.
In the past, she had used strengthening potions to enhance her life essence and also to lose weight through the body shaping effect, but it had only been a short time since she last took them, so she could only rely on herself.
"Just hold on for another month and it will be fine." The girl tried to encourage herself bitterly, but the energy leaked out before it could even enter her.
Daphne threw the lunch box away, hugged the boy's arm and said coquettishly: "Tom, you are so capable, you must be able to research a magic weight loss potion, right?"
Astoria didn't have a big appetite due to her physical condition and couldn't gain weight, so she didn't pay much attention to her sister's words.
But Hermione was different.
Studying was a mental activity, and she had to rely on sweets to replenish her energy every day.
She was also often worried about her body shape.
"Well... okay, give me some time and let me study it first." Tom hesitated for a moment, but finally did not refuse.
The magic world actually has weight loss pills, but they are not very effective, and some even use temporary transformation methods to deceive consumers.
The economic benefits of the weight loss potion may be good, but it has no academic impact at all, so it is destined not to gain many credits and achievement points...
But this is Daphne after all. From the time they met until now, Tom has never refused any request from the girl.
"You're awesome, Tom!" Daphne cheered, quickly put away the green belt, picked up the cauldron of beef pie on the table and ate it happily.
In Daphne's mind, Tom is omnipotent, and as long as he agrees, he will succeed.
Since there will be diet pills soon, why should she suffer?
Eat!
At six o'clock, the train arrived smoothly at Hogsmeade Station. The Thestrals carriage took the little wizards to the steps. When Tom got off the train, he plucked a few of the Thestrals' tail hairs. His movements were so quick that even Nightmare didn't notice.
The legendary Elder Wand is made of elder and thestral hair, but even Ollivander can no longer make a qualified wand using these two materials.
Tom didn't want to develop his own weapons, he just had a research addiction and wanted to kill time when he was bored.
It was snowing in Hogwarts, and the temperature was very low. The people getting off the carriage couldn't help but shiver.
The students tiptoed up the slippery steps, breathing heavily, as they entered the castle. Filch angrily stopped several students and told them to clean the mud off their boots before entering again.
As Tom entered the corridor, he was immediately attracted by two people.
Malfoy and Harry were standing at the corner of the stairs, heads touching, talking non-stop. Both of them had red faces, and it was definitely not something nice.
"Eh~ How disgusting."
Daphne also saw this ambiguous scene, she hugged her arms and got goose bumps.
In order to prevent the little witch's eyes from being hurt, Tom had to say: "Okay, stop performing Sichuan Opera here. It will be too late if you take her out."
"What Sichuan opera?"
Malfoy withdrew his strength upon hearing Tom's words. Harry looked up blankly, and they both spoke in unison.
Tom waved his hands, "It's not important. Why are you fighting again?"
"He's a bad mouth!" Malfoy accused first: "Pott said that the heir was scared by Dumbledore and that Slytherin is a bunch of cowards.
"I didn't say that!" Harry glared at him. "I said you're a coward. You only dare to provoke me when your two lackeys are around."
"Did I say anything wrong about the heir? His plot was foiled by Tom, and now he is hiding somewhere trembling in fear.
Ginny, who had just walked out of the hall, froze in place when she heard what Harry said.
Tom also saw her, and waved his hand. Harry and Malfoy were pushed a few meters away by an invisible force. "Don't force me to deal with you on the first day of school. Who the heir is has nothing to do with you. Harry, from your tone, it seems that you are looking forward to another attack?"
"I didn't." Harry waved his hands repeatedly, he didn't dare to respond.
"If you don't have anything to do with you, then stop talking about things that have nothing to do with you."
After saying that, Tom walked into the auditorium. A faint but very clear voice came into Ginny's ears.
"The clothes are nice and suit you."
A smile immediately broke out on Ginny's face, and she forgot what Harry had just said, and skipped back to the hall.
As for Harry and Malfoy, they looked at each other affectionately for a few seconds, snorted coldly at the same time, looked away and walked towards their respective tables.
The auditorium was lit by thousands of candles, making it as bright as day. While the students were chatting and waiting for the sumptuous dinner, they also noticed that Rouse was talking incessantly in the guest of honor seat.
Dumbledore nodded frequently, and the other four deans also listened very carefully, but except for Snape, the other professors seemed a little... nervous?
Chapter 203: Zabini's Happy Event, f**k, Tom!
The young wizards were naturally curious about what the professors were talking about, and they stretched their ears to try to hear a few words, but the professors seemed to have used magic.
Even if Royce did not lower his voice, they still could not hear anything, as if they were performing a pantomime.
This only aroused everyone's curiosity even more, and they just hoped that Dumbledore would reveal the secret to them after the banquet.
Tom, like everyone else, had no idea what Laws was doing.
During this holiday, apart from sending greetings on my chat during the holidays, Laws didn't show up for the rest of the time and I don't know what he was busy with.
But Tom doesn't need to be as anxious as the others. He can just ask directly after the show.
"Blaise, what's wrong with you?" Nott couldn't stand Zabini's silly smile anymore, so he pushed him. "Did someone put a curse on you? Was it those Gryffindors?
"Get out! You're under a curse." Zabini restrained himself a little, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
He tried to put on a sad expression, but in fact he looked more like he was crying with joy. "My seventh stepfather unfortunately contracted dragon pox and died before this holiday.
Nott:
Tom:
Zabini was not as mysterious as the professor and did not lower his voice at all. Many Slytherins heard his words and fell into silence.
His mother, Madam Zabini, is also a legend in the wizarding world.
She has had eight husbands, the first of whom was Zabini's biological father.
Each of her husbands had considerable assets, but they died for various reasons not long after marrying Madam Zabini.
His level of danger was comparable to that of being a professor of Protection from the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.
Even the Ministry of Magic was alarmed and conducted a detailed investigation and came to the conclusion that it was indeed an accident and 25 had nothing to do with Madam Zabini.
Even with such a bad reputation, she never lacked suitors, which showed how stunningly beautiful Mrs. Zabini was.
Tom had also seen it once at the train station last year.
This is a cool and elegant lady with long platinum hair and perfect white skin. She looks a lot like Vanessa Kirby (White Widow in Mission Impossible). Many men were secretly looking at her at that time.
All I can say is... Men are boys until they die, and boys are all little perverts!
"Festival...Happy Festival?" Nott didn't know what to say. After a long pause, he finally came up with a new word that made everyone laugh.
Sabini didn't mind, and nodded repeatedly with his hands covering his mouth: "I'm happy for you, I'm happy for you."
Tom's mouth twitched. This is a true happy funeral, right?
At this moment, the empty plates were instantly filled with sumptuous food, and the voices of the professors were finally heard from the guest of honor seats.
Tom felt a knife-like gaze coming at him, and it was obviously Snezhao.
To be honest, Snape really wanted to come up and fight Tom directly now. Not only did he give him a messed up Christmas gift, but he also continued to let him study that kind of potion.
You really treat him like a house-elf, don't you?
Suddenly, Tom looked up and grinned at him. His smile was very innocent, as innocent as Tom's. It made Snape so angry that his blood pressure soared and his vision tended to go dark.
"Severus? Why aren't you eating?" Dumbledore asked in confusion, looking at Snape's fork which had been deformed.
"Haha...I'm so angry."
Following Snape's gaze, Dumbledore also saw Tom and shook his head helplessly.
Even though they were in the same college, Tom still helped Slytherin gain a lot of face.
But why does Snape have such a strong opinion of Tom?
The dinner was over. To the students' disappointment, Dumbledore did not mention what the professors had been discussing just now. He just added two more prohibited items requested by Filch and announced the disbandment.
"Mr. Riddle, please stay!" Professor McGonagall shouted, and Dumbledore looked back in surprise.
Minerva, how did you pick up my words?
I was just about to call him to stop, why did you speak first?
Tom walked to the guest of honor seat with a puzzled look, "Professor McGonagall, what's the matter?"
"There is one good thing." Professor McGonagall smiled and said, "Please follow me, Mr. Riddle, and you, Albus.
Tom followed obediently.
Dumbledore followed obediently.
The young man looked at the old man with disdain, his eyes seemed to speak: "You are still the principal? In front of Professor McGonagall, what is the difference between you and me, a student?"
Dumbledore easily understood Tom's look and curled his lips in a very hidden way.
This kind of provocation wouldn't work even on Snape, let alone him.
Who in the whole school, whether professors or students, dares to fight with McGonagall?
You really want me to retire early, don't you?
With such eye contact, the two followed Professor McGonagall silently all the way to the principal's office.
"?Toffee fingers."
Professor McGonagall gave the command, and the gargoyles jumped away solemnly, winking as Tom entered.
"You have a good relationship with it," Dumbledore whispered.
Tom also responded in a low voice, "It's okay, mainly because he's scared. I read out the password before and annoyed him. Maybe he hasn't heard more passwords than Shimo in decades."
Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh.
What is this? A wicked person needs another wicked person to punish him?
"DEXDEX!"
As soon as he entered the office, Fox, who had been fully revived and reborn, flew to Tom's shoulder and rubbed his cheek affectionately.
Tom also responded to Fox's enthusiasm in a scumbag way: "Yes, you are the most beautiful now, look at these feathers, oops, sorry, I used too much force.
The boy put the two warm tail feathers in his pocket.
Dumbledore, not seeing it but feeling it, went straight to his seat.
Even though he was bullied in front of his face, as long as he didn't look, it was as if nothing had happened.
Arriving at the headmaster's office, Dumbledore finally took back the initiative from Professor McGonagall: "Minerva, can you tell me now?"
"It's a very good thing."
Professor McGonagall smiled and looked at Tom: "Mr. Riddle, the Fantasy Potion has been recognized by a group of Transfiguration experts, and the news has spread to the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association."
"Many seniors have said that this potion is of extraordinary significance and has greatly enhanced the relevance of the two disciplines. Some have suggested applying for an Order of Merlin for you."
"Albus, our school will soon have the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history."
"As the principal, you should also work hard for the honor of Mr. Riddle and the school."
Dumbledore understood that this was to get him to stand up for Tom and ensure that he could get the Order of Merlin.
He also felt that there was no problem. The fantasy potion could indeed play a strong auxiliary role in helping students quickly get started with transfiguration. This reward was won by Tom.
Dumbledore was about to agree, but Tom interrupted him first.
"Professor, I think we should just forget it."
Professor McGonagall looked at him incredulously. "Mr. Riddle, what did you say?"
".."
Tom moved away unnoticed and put Fox in front of him: "Professor, I don't think I deserve the honor of the Order of Merlin yet. I need to calm down for a while.
Please talk to those seniors on my behalf and ask them not to apply for me anymore. I will take the initiative to apply when I feel I am worthy of the position."
This is all bullshit. Tom just wants to save up this reputation to pave the way for applying for the First Class Order of Merlin in the future.
Although the level of the Order of Merlin is not based on merit, past achievements will affect the Wizengamot's judgment and even become the last straw that breaks the camel's back.
Professor McGonagall looked at Tom steadily, and only asked, "Mr. Riddle, do you really think so?" until he was sure that he was not joking.
"Of course, Professor, I believe there will be many such opportunities in the future. There is no need to rush."
"Oh well."
Professor McGonagall sighed, "I'll write them back in two days, and you can always tell me if you change your mind."
"Thank you for your understanding."
"Then I'm fine, Albus.
"Well, then go back and rest Minerva, I have something to discuss with Mr. Riddle."
Professor McGonagall left. After she left the room, Phineas, who had been pretending to be asleep, immediately jumped out and shouted, "Riddle! You are kidding!"
"The Order of Merlin is nothing, but a twelve-year-old recipient of the Order of Merlin will definitely go down in history! How dare you refuse this honor?"
"Are you such a humble person?"
"Okay, I'll be honest." Tom shrugged. "I just feel that this honor is not worthy of me. The chances are that those people applied for me would be a third-level medal, or at most a second-level medal."
"Wouldn't I be on the same level as Lockhart then? How could he be on the same level as me?"
Almost all the portraits of the principal smiled with relief.
Very good, it's still the unruly Tom Riddle. Just now, when they heard Tom humbly rejecting Professor McGonagall's words, they thought that Dumbledore had controlled him with the Imperius Curse.
"It's... a reason that fits your character." Dumbledore didn't expect Lockhart to be able to return in a limited time under such circumstances, and once again set a negative example.
"Professor, please don't waste any more time." Tom was anxious to go back to find Rouse to gossip, and didn't want to waste time with Dumbledore.
He guessed that it was most likely related to the incident at Christmas when Old Deng approached him to complain about his misery.
Dumbledore pulled Voldemort's diary out of a drawer.
"Tom." The old man changed his address. I want to return this notebook to you.
???
"Are you kidding?"
"I do have a few good jokes that I can share with you next time if you like, but right now I'm serious."
As he spoke, Dumbledore removed the sealing spell, and blue threads disappeared from the notebook.
"This diary contains secrets that affect Voldemort's entire life, but he was extremely resistant to my former teacher, and it was difficult for me to communicate effectively.
"But you are different. Every time I mention you to him, Voldemort seems very... well, interested."
Tom laughed and said, "Old Deng, you are really good at talking."
"I just hope you can chat with him casually. When people are emotional, they will always unconsciously reveal many of their secrets. No matter what he says, it is valuable information to me."
The young man curled his lips, "Professor, this is Voldemort's method. What if I am bewitched by him or he uses dark magic to stop me? You are too irresponsible."
"I believe you, Mr. Riddle." Dumbledore smiled.
Tom had been holding the notebook for several months, and not only was he not bewitched, but he also made Voldemort very disgusted.
When these two people clash, the one who should be worried is Voldemort.
"As long as you are willing to help me, I can share my meager magical knowledge and experience with you. The God of Fire will lead the way for you, which is my sincerity."
Tom's expression immediately straightened up, "Professor, for the sake of peace and tranquility in the wizarding world, I am willing to take the risk and try to communicate with him."
Lao Deng's experience is still very good, basically equivalent to getting a thousand achievement points for free.
"Thank you for your understanding." Dumbledore's smile was a little unnatural. He didn't expect Tom to change his expression so quickly. All the persuasive words he had prepared were useless at this moment.
"Let me test his reaction first."
The boy opened the diary, picked up the quill and wrote on it: "Hi Tom."
The diary responded quickly and enthusiastically, "f**k! Tom!"
Chapter 204: The Wandless Cruciatus Curse, Xiaofu, I'll Take You Home
"puff---!"
Dumbledore was amused by this brief and powerful conversation.
He said that his choice was the right one. If it were him, he would probably write for a long time only to get a "haha" from Voldemort.
Tom: "Don't be so vulgar, my friend. We are all Tom Riddle. You call yourself the heir of Slytherin. Does your inheritance teach you how to swear?"
[For a villain like you, even the most vicious and despicable words can't compare to one ten-thousandth of yours. ]
"How am I despicable?"
[You handed me over to Dumbledore! You betrayed the honor of Slytherin!]
[I originally thought that you and I were the same person, with great talent and strength, born to pursue the highest, but you became Dumbledore's lackey!]
Tom's torture and humiliation certainly made Voldemort feel ashamed and angry, but what he could not accept the most was that after he was no longer of use, Tom actually handed him over to Dumbledore without hesitation and confessed everything.
No, we are all Tom Riddle, all from Serpentine House. Are you treating me like a Mudblood?
The humiliation was brought by Tom, and he could not resist but could only endure it. However, misjudging someone was a problem of his own ability and IQ, which was the main reason why Voldemort would be defeated every time he mentioned Tom.
Tom looked up at Dumbledore.
"Professor, he scolded me."
Dumbledore smiled awkwardly: "It seems that Voldemort has a big prejudice against us. I am just an ordinary teacher and I am happy to provide any help to students.
"Then why do I have to help you when you come to me?"
"Mr. Riddle, you are different. I never judge you by the standards of ordinary students.
"You treat me like a beast of burden, don't you?" Tom pouted. "Can I teach him a lesson?"
Dumbledore raised his hand. "Go ahead. Just pretend I don't exist."
He now felt that his decision was quite wise. After handing Voldemort over to Tom, he said more in one breath than he had said to him in half a month.
But the next second, Dumbledore began to doubt himself.
The young man raised his finger, pointed it at the diary and whispered: "Heart-piercing!"
The scarlet magic power fell on the diary like an electric arc. In just a moment, the diary began to tremble wildly and let out a shriek like a wail.
Although the diary may seem like a dead object, the core of a Horcrux is always the soul. The three unforgivable spells are all aimed at the soul, and even soul fragments can still be dealt with.
All the headmasters, including Dumbledore, stared in amazement as Tom continued to cast the Cruciatus Curse on the diary.
Second grade student, Unforgivable Curses, wandless spellcasting, and in front of the principal.
Can you be more arrogant?!
Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room.
Harry was discussing with Ronald how to teach Malfoy a lesson when he suddenly screamed without warning, his head felt like it was splitting in pain.
Everything went dark before his eyes, and Harry fell off the sofa, lying on the ground, twitching wildly.
Ronald was so frightened that he was stunned. Other students also heard Harry's screams and rushed over to check what was going on.
"What's wrong with Potter?" A senior student looked at Ronald.
Ronald stammered, "I, I don't know, it was fine just now, but it became like this all of a sudden."
"Don't just stand there, send him to the school clinic immediately!"
At the critical moment, Percy was still reliable. He ordered the students who had gathered around to make way for him, and asked the twins to carry Harry, who had fainted but was still trembling, to the school infirmary.
In the principal's office, Tom has regained his magic.
The diary fell weakly on the desk again. Tom picked up the quill pen, smoothed the wrinkled paper, and wrote on it: "Xiao Fu, do you like the new spell I learned recently?"
Voldemort's soul was obviously tormented. Not only was his response extremely slow this time, but his notes were also very scattered.
[Dumbledore, did you see that? He used the Unforgivable Curse right in front of you!]
"You are wrong, Xiaofu."
"If I used the Cruciatus Curse on another wizard, the headmaster would definitely not sit idly by, but what are you?"
"You're just a... a diary, and I use a notebook to practice spells, what's the problem?"
That makes sense.
Dumbledore couldn't help but nod.
That makes sense!
The Voldemort in the diary was going crazy.
[Dumbledore! This is not fair. How did you target me in school? Why are you ignoring the other Tom now? It's not fair!]
Dumbledore also took a quill and joined the group chat: "In fact, I didn't target you back then, Tom. I was just on guard because what you did in the orphanage really made me feel uneasy about you."
[You're talking nonsense! Every time you see me, you look at me like a suspect, with a scrutinizing and suspicious gaze!]
"It turns out that I was right, wasn't I? In fact... I even underestimated you by a large margin.
"Xiao Fu, you actually misunderstood me."
"I handed you over to Dumbledore mainly because you are of no value to me. You can't blame me for this. Instead, you should reflect on yourself and why you are so useless."
"And I want to state that Dumbledore didn't treat me preferentially, and even wanted to suppress me. You don't know that last summer I had a battle with you and I protected the school, but he wanted to give the honor to Harry Potter, the savior who killed you."
"Mr. Riddle."
Dumbledore looked embarrassed, "This is not suppression. Didn't you agree to it at the beginning? I gave you the Philosopher's Stone and introduced Nico to you as a reward. Besides, it was you Slytherin who won the House Cup.
"I got it back with my own strength." Tom retorted and stopped talking.
This Del is more vengeful than he thought.
But he has no plans to do anything behind the scenes this year or in the future, so as not to bring Tom's hatred to Harry, which would be a disaster.
"Since you don't want to stay here, come on, Xiao Fu, I'll take you home."
The diary immediately reacted violently.
[No! I won't go with you!]
[Dumbledore! Take me back now! Keep this b*****d away from me!]
[Dumbledore! Aren't you afraid...]
Bang!
The diary was closed, and Tom began to seal it skillfully.
"Professor, I'll take this job. Don't worry, I will write down everything we say and give it to you."
Dumbledore smiled and nodded: "Thank you for your help, Mr. Riddle."
"You're thanking me too early." Tom smiled shyly: "Let's talk about the compensation."
Dumbledore's smile faltered.
Well, he was indeed too happy too early.
"What do you want?"
Tom didn't say anything, but looked at the "I Chat" notebook on the desk.
"Professor, what do you think of me chatting with you?"
"It's very useful." Dumbledore nodded. "I recently added several old friends as friends. It's much more convenient to communicate with them than Owl. I heard that you have developed a version that can watch live events. Please let me know when it is released."
"I'm having some difficulties now." The boy sighed, "The raw material problem has not been solved. Fortunately, Uncle Newt helped me a lot."
Dumbledore immediately understood what was going on and nodded, "No problem. Just tell me what materials you need and I'll help you get in touch."
"No, no, no, I have found the materials. I just need ten places with suitable soil to cultivate them."
Tom smiled and pointed out the window: "Nico gave me ten Whomping Willows, and Uncle Newt helped me take care of five of them. I still have five missing. I think the Whomping Willow in our school is growing pretty well."
The eyes behind the crescent-shaped glasses widened slightly: "You want to plant five Whomping Willows in Hogwarts?"
"Professor, you summed it up very well.
Dumbledore stood up and looked at the meadow in the moonlight. The huge Whomping Willow stood there alone.
"…"Well, Mr. Riddle."
Old Dumbledore made a decision quickly. Planting a few trees was not a big problem for him. "But please give me some time. I need to clear the Forbidden Forest to make room. If we plant the Whomping Willow and the original one on the playground, the students' space for activities will be limited."
"I'll wait for your good news." Having achieved his goal, Tom left the principal's office briskly, carrying his diary.
After he left, Phonias could not help but mutter: "Lawlessness, lawlessness."
"Even Voldemort didn't dare to use the Unforgivable Curse in front of Dippet. How dare this Riddle?"
"Phineas, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."
It was not Dumbledore who refuted him, but Armando Dippet, the person involved: "How good was Voldemort's disguise when he was in school? Have you forgotten that you praised him as a model of Slytherin?"
"But those are all fake!"
"On the contrary, it is what Riddle did that makes me feel more at ease. If I am angry, I can vent it. If I have any opinions, I can raise them. He has the capital and strength to do so."
"If he kept it to himself and didn't show any emotions every day, Albus would definitely not be able to smile now."
Dumbledore nodded in agreement and said, "Armando is right. I really appreciate Mr. Riddle's straightforwardness. Although he sometimes causes me a lot of trouble, it is also very relaxing and pleasant to communicate with him."
"I believe there are many people who think the same as me, otherwise I wouldn't have such a rich emotional life."
Seeing his two juniors confront him, Phineas Black lost his temper, but still said indignantly: "You are the only ones who understand, I will let you understand everything.
"He doesn't have the dignity of a headmaster at all, Dumbledore. You must teach this brat a lesson when you get the chance and let him know who is the boss of the school.
Dumbledore was speechless.
Hasn't Minerva always been the king of this school?
What does it have to do with him?
Back in the dormitory, Tom did not continue to tease Voldemort.
In fact, Dumbledore gave him the notebook to help him. The research on blood fusion in Slytherin's heritage gave Tom a lot of inspiration. He had encountered some problems recently and needed Voldemort's help.
As for whether he would be stubborn and say nothing?
Tom didn't think that was possible.
It is said that Voldemort is a dark lord who kills without blinking an eye, but in fact this man is very fragile. The wizarding world takes killing too seriously and does not understand what a real meat grinder is.
Throughout the nearly 100-year history of Fantastic Beasts and Harry Potter, Tom only admires one person, and that is the Chosen No-Maj Jacob.
This guy is a veteran who has returned from the battlefield of Verdun. Not only does he not suffer from post-war syndrome, but he is still lively and humorous. Queenie, a natural master of Legilimency, regards him as a kind-hearted and pure No-Maj.
He is simply a god.
He probably saw more dead bodies in the blink of an eye on the battlefield of Verdun than Voldemort had seen in his entire life.
After thinking about it for a while, Tom took out the "I Chat" app to gossip about Laws.
What on earth is going on that makes the deans treat the entrustment so seriously?