"Neville, your voice is too quiet, speak louder!"
"Harry, your attack wasn't firm enough. You could have cast the spell faster!"
"Weasley, no matter where you're aiming, you're already three body lengths off. If this doesn't work, go get Madam Pomfrey to treat your eyes."
"And you, Finnigan, don't use the Killing Curse as an Exploding Curse."
"Bang!"
"Damn it!"
Voldemort stared at Tom instructing the young wizard step by step in practicing spells, and there were expressions on the cell phone of an old man on the subway.
If you ignore the content of what he teaches, Tom is indeed worthy of the title of a good teacher.
But now, look at what they are doing, an 11-year-old little wizard is teaching a group of 11-year-old little wizards to practice the Killing Curse. If Voldemort had not repeatedly confirmed that he was indeed in Hogwarts, he would have suspected that he was at an Azkaban exchange event.
Voldemort didn't know when the atmosphere in Hogwarts became so open, and Dumbledore didn't know how to do something about it.
God knows, he had applied for the job many times and had imagined countless times in his mind what he would teach after becoming a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but even in his craziest imagination, he had never thought of teaching the Killing Curse to first-year wizards.
At this moment, Voldemort felt that Tom should, probably, possibly had nothing to do with him. After all, he felt that he was still a normal person and was definitely not as crazy as Tom. No matter how much he liked the Killing Curse, he could not do such a cruel thing.
Large patches of green light lit up from the clearing by the lake, and the young wizards became more and more excited as they practiced. Although the power was not very strong, it probably couldn't even make Voldemort bleed from his nose, but it was still a killing curse in essence.
This style of painting was completely out of tune with Voldemort's student days, making him feel confused and as if he was too old to keep up with the times. At this moment, he really couldn't tell who the Dark Lord was.
The whole class ended with Tom's serious teaching, the students' enthusiastic learning, and Voldemort's confused state.
After class, the students dispersed, but Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort, remained frozen in place.
Tom glanced at him and walked towards him.
Voldemort saw Tom approaching and was about to make a move, but Tom stopped beside him and said softly in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Tom, I know you have possessed Quirrell, and I know what you are planning to do. I will not stand in your way, nor do I wish you to cause me any trouble. Let us all be well. Otherwise, at worst, we will all be destroyed, and Dumbledore will still be the winner in the end."
After saying that, Tom left quickly without waiting for Voldemort to speak.
Watching Tom walking further and further away, Voldemort's pupils shrank slightly, not only because of the content of Tom's words, but also because the language Tom just said sounded like a hissing sound to outsiders - snake language.
Seeing that Voldemort didn't respond, Quirrell asked in confusion, "Master, is he a Parseltongue?"
Voldemort hummed in response.
Qi Luo asked carefully again: "Master, what should we do with him next?"
Voldemort remained silent for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Wait and see what happens!"
Suspicion has made the madness beneath Voldemort's calm appearance seem uncontrollable.
After his brief exchange with Voldemort, Tom had no interest or time to care about his fate. For Tom, who daily battled Voldemort in the actual combat dungeon, Voldemort in this state was practically a dead giveaway. As for what he would do, that was Dumbledore's business. For now, Tom simply wanted to live his own life.
After that, Voldemort seemed to have listened to Tom's words, as if he had evaporated from Tom's world, and even disappeared from Tom's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Without the disturbance of Voldemort and Dumbledore, Tom could finally do what he liked quietly, such as modifying the Stargazer Badge.
"...Linking spell, transformation spell, concealing spell...the runes ᚨ, ᚠ...seven magic nodes established...the magic circuit connected...the contract generated..."
In the Room of Requirement, Tom was pointing at two badges with his wand. Various halos were flowing on the surface of the badges, and after a while, the halos gradually disappeared into the badges.
"It should be successful, Cassandra, come and try it." Tom called Cassandra over and threw a badge to her.
Accepting the badge, which looked identical to the original, Cassandra asked in confusion, "How is this different from the original?"
"Of course it's different. It can even be said that it's on a different level from what you did before. Now this little gadget can achieve real-time communication." Tom spoke of his masterpiece with a hint of pride in his tone.
Cassandra looked at the badge again, tried it, and found no change. She asked again, "Still no difference. How do I fix this?"
"Of course it won't work. Come, I'll teach you." Tom guided Cassandra step by step. "The first step is to drop a drop of blood on the badge." He then produced a silver needle, grabbed her fair palm, and gently pricked her index finger.
Cassandra frowned, feeling a slight pain. The drop of blood on her index finger vanished as it touched the badge. The badge in her hand began to grow slightly warm, as if it had established some kind of connection with her.
"Okay, now the badge is bound to you. Only you can use it. If anyone else uses it forcefully or attempts to detect it, it will self-destruct."
Cassandra nodded in understanding and continued, "What's next?"
"The rest is easy. To use it, inject magic power into the badge and choose the person you want to talk to."
Cassandra followed Tom's instructions step by step. As magic power was injected, white light appeared on the surface of the badge, and then the seven-pointed star and text on it disappeared, turning into a glass screen.
At the top of the screen is the stargazer, followed by Tom at position 1, and Cassandra herself at position 2.
"This is..." Cassandra was stuck, not knowing what to do next.
Seeing this, Tom patiently explained, "The pinned Stargazer is for all-hands calls, used when there are important announcements or major matters to discuss. For regular individual calls, just tap the name of the person you want to contact. If someone contacts you, input magic to answer."
Cassandra tried to carefully tap Tom's name with her right index finger. A "beep...beep...beep..." dial tone sounded from the badge, and another badge belonging to Tom on the table in the distance began to vibrate.
Tom picked up the badge, input magic power into it, and whispered to it, "Hello, Cassandra."
Cassandra noticed Tom's voice coming from her badge: "Hello, Cassandra."
Cassandra, delighted, pressed Tom, "What a remarkable invention! What's the communication range? Can it be mass-produced? Perhaps we could collaborate, and what's the price..." She faltered, her excitement so intense that she'd forgotten the Dark Lord was in front of her. How would the Dark Lord bid? She waited anxiously online.
But when Tom heard these words, he understood them as: Wow, you are worthy of being the eldest lady. The capitalist face was clearly revealed at this time. Is she trying to snatch the patent by force?
Tom calmly shook his head and rejected Cassandra's offer. "We haven't tested the communication range, but it's far enough. However, this thing is too complicated for mass production. It's more suitable for internal use within Stargazers. Besides, it only supports voice calls, not video calls, so there's room for improvement. But don't worry, if we ever bring it to market, we will definitely consider collaborating with your company first."
Hearing Tom's words, Cassandra said nothing more and turned to show Hermione and the others the new badge.
In this way, time passed in Tom's busyness, and Halloween came in the blink of an eye.