Chapter 211: Dumbledore's Exhortation, Planting the Whomping Willow
Rouse's purpose in coming to Dumbledore was simple. He wanted to apply to take his students to the Forbidden Forest for actual combat.
It's not just a stroll around the edge of the forbidden forest as in the past, but you have to go deep into the forbidden forest and come to the territories where some animals live.
This is a relatively dangerous behavior. It is easy for a teacher to make mistakes when taking care of dozens of students, resulting in student injuries.
However, Dumbledore agreed after thinking for a while, but he also made two requirements - he could only take students above the third grade into the Forbidden Forest, and Hagrid must be present every time.
Old Deng was eager to send an assistant to help him relieve the pressure. Ross naturally wanted it very much. He readily agreed and left the office with brisk steps.
Dumbledore also smiled and watched him leave.
After so many years, he had forgotten what it felt like to have a reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Wilkinson's appearance really made him feel much less worried.
After Rouse closed the door, Dumbledore looked at Tom with a smile: "Mr. Riddle, you must be here to tell me good news, right?"
"I guess so?"
Tom was not sure either: "I am only here to report the chat records between me and Voldemort. Whether it is good news or not, you can judge for yourself.
A roll of parchment flew out of Tom's sleeve and landed on the table.
Dumbledore's expression also became much more serious. He pushed up his glasses and began to watch carefully.
Fox flew over, and Tom turned his wand into a peculiarly shaped comb and began to help Fox comb his feathers.
Fox was very satisfied with his little brother's behavior, and he didn't get angry even if he used too much force occasionally and knocked off a lot of its feathers.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was Fawkes' occasional cry. Dumbledore was watching very seriously, but gradually he was unable to control his expression.
The scale of this chat is...a bit too big.
It was like two Dark Lords comparing notes, and Voldemort was the newbie.
But Dumbledore was not without gain. He saw a Voldemort who was very different from what he had imagined. Even though he was in his juvenile form, some of his inherent characteristics were difficult to change and were basically finalized during this period.
And at the end...the old man's eyes became more complicated.
Grindelwald
"Mr. Riddle, I didn't expect you to know something about Grindelwald. In fact, your understanding of him has surpassed many people."
Tom, who was playing with his bird, nodded and said, "You know, Uncle Newt and I encountered the revenge of the saints in Arizona. Since then, I have had a little interest in Grindelwald.
"It's really hard to find his information. It seems that it has been banned. Every time Grindelwald appears in the books in the library, it is related to the battle that year. As for what he did before and what impact he caused, I read these in many pure-blood journals."
"Later, Uncle Newt and Teacher Nico told me a lot about him, and I finally had a basic understanding of him."
After Tom finished speaking, there was a brief silence in the office.
Dumbledore seemed to be recalling something, his eyes were a little dazed, and it took about two minutes for him to come back to his senses. He apologized to the boy: "I'm sorry, it's easy for people who are older to reminisce about the past."
"There are indeed very few records about Grindelwald, because his terrifying power is not just his powerful magic, but his terrifying infectiousness.
The Ministry of Magic of various countries tried their best to block information about him, hoping that the younger generation would not be affected by him."
"My advice is... just know when to stop. Don't learn too much about outdated things."
Tom smiled and nodded.
He already knew almost everything, so naturally there was no need to understand more.
"Let's get back to you."
Dumbledore lowered his head, his crescent-shaped eyes shining, "Mr. Riddle, I am not coveting the inheritance you obtained from Voldemort, but for safety reasons, I still want to review it."
"No problem." Tom agreed readily: "But this kid is just hesitant. I will add fuel to the fire when I get back."
Dumbledore smiled and said, "It's just a matter of time. You have already pinpointed his pain point. For Voldemort, Song will not give up any chance to make trouble for me."
"And Harry," Tom added, "he said that if I killed Harry, he would be my dog even if I had to kick him out of Hogwarts."
Dumbledore looked away awkwardly. He had just seen this conversation, so he couldn't bear to watch it. Voldemort actually wanted to be a dog...
After reporting his work, Tom naturally asked for his reward: "Professor, when will I plant my Whomping Willow?"
Old Deng was also a straightforward person, and he said directly: "Hagrid has basically dealt with it. I will send him a letter to explain the situation later.
"Then I'll go find Hagrid tomorrow morning." Tom stood up and prepared to take Fox out for a walk.
"Mr. Riddle," Dumbledore called out to him.
"Um?"
Dumbledore looked serious and said to the boy, "Blood fusion can indeed improve the basic quality and growth limit of ordinary wizards, but you are different.
You already have a powerful force in your body.
Don't try to merge rashly, but trace the root.
It will bring you unexpected benefits.
If you have any questions or confusion, you can come to me.
"Thank you for your reminder, Professor. I understand what you mean."
Leaving the office, Tom stepped onto a movable staircase and stomped his feet twice. The stairs immediately began to descend rapidly, leading straight to the first floor.
What Dumbledore just said was from the bottom of his heart. When wizards learn magic to a certain extent, they are pursuing the essence of magic, or the root of it. Wizards like him who possess the blood of magical creatures have an additional task, which is to tap the power hidden in the blood.
Grindelwald and Andros also told him these words, and Tom is now in the stage of pursuing the essence.
But neither of them is a blood wizard, Dumbledore...Tom suspected that he had the blood of the phoenix, or that everyone in the Dumbledore family had it.
It was just that Dumbledore had tapped into this power, while Ariana and Aberforth had not.
However, Tom kept asking for knowledge about blood fusion not for himself.
One is for Astoria, using the blood of magical animals to weaken the power of the blood curse.
Secondly, he also wanted to help Hermione, Daphne and others improve their abilities. He couldn't be a bodyguard every day, so his own strength was the key guarantee.
By the way, it can also be given as a reward to loyal subordinates, making it easier to use.
"Come on, Fox, I'll take you to play with Dabao and the others."
Patting the bird in his arms, Tom walked out of the castle amid the envious gazes of other students.
The next day Tom got up very early and knocked on Hagrid's cabin at daybreak.
"Who is it?"
The half-blood giant was woken up and roared at the door in a bad mood.
"It's me." The boy said calmly and indifferently: "Tom Riddle."
Clang!
The heavy object fell to the ground with a dull thud, followed by a flurry of activity. The door was opened, and the half-blood giant apologized helplessly.
......Please give me flowers...
"Tom, I'm sorry I didn't know it was you. Dumbledore told me, but I didn't know it was so early.
Tom interrupted his chattering: "I'm afraid other students will come over to disturb us. Can we go now?"
"certainly."
Hagrid immediately walked out of the hut, the cold wind blowing in through his open coat, and he quickly buttoned it up.
Hagrid was so frightened that he woke up almost in an instant. He only had time to put on his coat and hurried to open the door.
Tom is not Tom, but Hagrid is still afraid, especially Tom's calm and indifferent voice just now, which makes him involuntarily think of another Tom.
The two came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where Hagrid had already cleared a large area of flat wasteland.
Tom took out his business card box and rushed in under Hagrid's surprised eyes. He went back and forth five times and brought out five Whomping Willows. The branches of the Whomping Willows were tied with soft ropes.
"Hagrid, help me dig five pits, one every 100 meters."
"Oh, okay." Hagrid quickly moved, and with the help of Tom's magic, it only took them a dozen minutes to successfully transplant the Whomping Willow.
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"Tom, what do you want with all those Whomping Willows?"
"The product I was going to release required a large amount of willow branches and leaves, so I discussed it with the principal, and he agreed to let me use the school's site to plant trees.
"Is it the work that the Daily Prophet mentioned...that will change the world?"
Tom looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect Hagrid could guess it, but he nodded anyway. As for other information, Tom would not reveal it.
Hagrid's mouth is like a colander. If I tell him today, it won't take long for Harry and Ronald to know about it, and then it will spread quickly throughout the castle.
And Hagrid actually didn't care much about what Tom wanted to do, he was more interested in other things.
"Um..." The half-blood giant rubbed his hands awkwardly: "Tom, you used the traceless extension spell on the box just now, right? It can hold five Whomping Willows, so the space inside must be very large."
"Can you help me make something similar? I can exchange it for the materials you like."
Tom thought for a moment and said, "I've been busy lately and don't have the time. When I'm free I can make one for you, but the space won't be as big as the one I'm using now, only twice the size of the vegetable garden."
When the time comes, he might need Hagrid's help to find Aragog, and... he can guarantee that Hagrid will not do anything illegal after taking the box, such as cultivating exploding-tailed skrewts.
Giving the suitcase to him would mean that he had an easy hold on Hagrid, and he would be able to collect a lot of things from him in the future.
"That's enough." Hagrid was overjoyed. The vegetable garden at Hogwarts was twenty acres, and twice the area was enough for him to do a lot of things.
After getting the promise, Hagrid became more enthusiastic: "Whatever materials you need, I will go and prepare them for you right now.
"We'll talk about it later." Tom waved his hand. "I'll contact you when I think of it. I'm going back to have breakfast first."
"Okay, I'm always available."
Watching Tom walking further and further away, Hagrid waved his fist silently and walked towards his own cabin.
Soon, the students of Hogwarts discovered that five Whomping Willows had appeared on the lawn overnight, and those students who often went to the Forbidden Forest were shocked.
The five Whomping Willows acted like gatekeepers, firmly guarding most of the entrances to the Forbidden Forest.
What does the school want to do? Beat to death all the students who sneak into the forbidden forest?
Chapter 212: The Gryffindor Who Needs to Be Punished, Dating His Sister-in-law
The forbidden forest is very large, but there are not many places to enter the forbidden forest from the school. Either you have to go through the entrance on the north side, or you have to climb over the castle wall and cross from the other side of the mountain.
In the past, students who wanted to sneak into the Forbidden Forest only needed to hide from Hagrid's hut and Fang, but now
Although the five whopping willows are not as sturdy as the original one in the school, they are more lively. The withered yellow willow branches sway in the wind, forming a natural protective fence that stretches for nearly 100 meters.
The regular entrance at the cabin door turned out to be the safest option?
Being caught by Hagrid is better than being beaten to death by the Whomping Willow...
Especially students with certain skin colors, their bodies are now shaking unconsciously.
Only the twins were excited. They couldn't wait until night to try out the powerful attacks of these five bullets.
At dinner time, Dumbledore revealed that the Whomping Willow belonged to Tom.
"I believe everyone has noticed the new changes on the lawn. I need to emphasize that the newly transplanted Whomping Willow is not the property of the school, but belongs to Tom Riddle personally."
"I hope everyone will not cause Mr. Riddle's property damage due to curiosity and impulse, and never underestimate the danger of the Whomping Willow.
Dumbledore's gaze paused for a moment on Harry and Ronald, and both of them lowered their heads in embarrassment.
Professor Sprout was very happy that the school had a few more precious "597" plants.
Although it was not hers, Tom had entrusted her with its care. Getting a share of the materials was not important; the experience of cultivating the Whomping Willow from an early age was even more rare.
Back in the lounge, Tom called over the class leaders of each grade.
"Twenty anonymous assignments. Please help me keep an eye on the Whomping Willow. If any students from other colleges come over to cause trouble, just drag them away. If they dare to resist, just fight them. I'll take the consequences if anything goes wrong."
After saying this, Tom added a hint of warning in his tone: "But don't look for trouble or seek revenge. If I find out who wants to use me, then you'll have to find a place to live in the castle and never think of entering Slytherin again in your life."
Malfoy was originally thinking about whether he could take the opportunity to cause trouble for Malfoy, but now he immediately calmed down.
There were actually quite a few people who had the same idea as him. They all lowered their heads guiltily and avoided Tom's cold gaze.
These pure-bloods were related, and even had similar styles and ideas, so it was almost certain that a Gryffindor would cause trouble.
And Gryffindor did not disappoint Slytherin's expectations.
On the third day after the Whomping Willow was planted, Slytherin students discovered that several Gryffindor students were standing a little outside the attacking range of the Whomping Willow's branches, repeatedly testing and teasing them.
The little snake that found them hurriedly went to find more students to help. With Tom's promise, the Slytherin students were not afraid at all and arrogantly ordered the Gryffindor to leave.
"This is a school, not your territory!" a student said angrily, "We didn't touch Riddle's things, so is it not okay for us to stand here?"
"Do you know how precious and delicate this plant is?" Steven Rozier looked at them with his nose raised. "If the Whomping Willow is damaged, you won't be able to pay for it even if you sell your house. Get out of here!"
The arrogant words and contemptuous gestures completely angered the Gryffindors.
"I'm not leaving today. It's just a tree. What's so great about it?"
A boy said this angrily, picked up a stone on the ground and threw it hard at the Whomping Willow.
call out---!
A streak of light hit the stone, blasting it into pieces, and then another streak of light knocked the boy away, into the attack range of the Whomping Willow.
More than ten willow branches lashed at him like whips, making him scream in pain.
"Don't you like playing? I'll let you play to your heart's content."
Tom's voice came from behind the crowd, and the side dish Trin immediately made way for him.
Tom pulled the boy out only after his robe was torn. The boy was lying on the ground sobbing, his face covered with tears.
Fortunately, this is a young Whomping Willow. Although it hurts when it hits someone, it will not be life-threatening.
"Everyone is petrified!"
Tom waved his wand and stopped the angry Gryffindors who were trying to rush over to save their companions.
"Remember, this school belongs to Dumbledore now, and will belong to the next headmaster in the future. Who are you? At best, you are just a tenant here. How can you object to something that the owner has agreed to?"
"I'm giving Professor McGonagall a favor today, Rozier. Send them to Professor McGonagall's office."
"Yes." Steven Rosier responded quickly, calling on a few classmates to join him in using zombie floating to take the petrified Gryffindor away.
They were seen by countless people on the way to Professor McGonagall's office. Slytherin certainly would not miss the opportunity to embarrass Gryffindor and explained the situation loudly.
Some Gryffindor students wanted to rescue the people, but they were afraid of hurting their own people, so they could only follow Rosier and others.
Professor McGonagall was also startled when he opened the door. After he understood the whole story, he pursed his lips tightly together in anger. After a long time, he said:
"Tell Mr. Riddle that I will deal with them, but if he attacks his classmates without permission, Slytherin will be deducted 50 points. The other punishments will be decided after I communicate with Professor Snape.
Rosier nodded indifferently, and the other Slytherin students seemed to have heard nothing and didn't care at all.
It's just a point deduction. No matter how much, Tom has the ability to add it back.
From that day on, most of the Gryffindors hated Tom even more.
It was already annoying to have a genius coming out of the rival academy, and this guy even attacked their companions unscrupulously.
If he couldn't win and had no chance, someone would have taken action by now instead of trying to freeze Tom to death with cold eyes on the road.
At the same time, because of this incident, Hermione was isolated by Gryffindor. Fortunately, the little witch had long seen through the nature of this academy and did not care about this childish isolation at all. She still stayed with Tom and Tenphune every day.
The lions, who are unable to do anything about Hermione and Tom, can only pin their hopes on next week's Quidditch match. As long as they beat their opponent Hufflepuff, they will be the team most likely to win the championship.
All of a sudden, Wood and his players became the hope of the whole village.
This made the already stressed Wood even more nervous. Early on Saturday morning, before the sun rose, he forced all the players to go for training.
Even when Tom took Astoria away from school, they could still see the golden and red figures flying across the Quidditch field.
Listening to the roar coming from the music beside her ears, the girl couldn't help but sigh: "They are really working hard."
"It's probably only today that they can occupy the court." Tom raised his hand slightly and wrapped the two of them with a protective shield to block the biting cold wind: "I just saw Flint go to find Hufflepuff's Wilts. Hufflepuff will not give up the victory."
The least popular of the four houses is definitely Slytherin, but the second to last is definitely Gryffindor.
Who would like an annoying student who is noisy, always looking for attention, and always trying to create trouble to get attention?
Therefore, except for dealing with Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff support Gryffindor and dislike Gryffindor at other times.
If Hufflepuff's teammates knew how hard Gryffindor worked to beat them, they would at least occupy half of the court even if they didn't practice.
Under the puzzled gazes of several wandering little wizards, Tom opened the iron gate of the school and walked out with a swagger.
As a good man of his word, Mu naturally did not forget what he promised Astoria.
I don't know what method she used to make Daphne calm down quickly. No, she quickly forgot about Furong's possible visit...
When Tom asked Astoria, she just smiled obediently but said nothing.
This time when Tom went out, he went directly to Dumbledore to get a note from Mrs.
Greengrass, the reason being that he wanted to take Astoria to the hospital for a regular check-up.
Of course, Dumbledore knew it was fake, but the parents had agreed and given full authority to Tom, so he wouldn't interfere.
After leaving school, Tom Apparated Astoria directly to Hogsmeade for fear that she would be tired.
The first stop for the two was the Honeydukes store, which was the most popular among students. Today was not an open day, so there was no one in the store except for two employees.
Neither employee was surprised to see the students show up.
They often have little wizards sneaking out to buy things.
As soon as she came in, Astoria's eyes lit up and she trotted over to the dazzling shelves filled with all kinds of candies and sweets, many of which the girl had never heard of or seen before.
There are pepper urchins that can make your nose spit fire, and there are exploding gummies that can make your mouth experience that explosion is art.
There are also lip zipper candies that are specially used for pranks. After eating them, your mouth will be locked for two minutes. And the ones that can burn a hole in your tongue? Super sour lollipops.
Of course, this hole is a magical effect, not a real hole corroded.
Tom once saw Old Dumbledore eating this lollipop. Half of his tongue disappeared and he couldn't speak clearly. For a while, the password of the principal's office was changed to "Super Sour Lollipop".
After looking at the products for a long time, Astoria decided to buy them all. She wanted one of each candy and dessert. When the two shop assistants heard her request, their jaws almost dropped: "Student, are you kidding? We have hundreds of products here.
It's basically like going to a restaurant and asking the chef to cook 10 menus.
Tom didn't say anything either, but used Action 4.0 to express his attitude, pouring out a pile of Galleons on the counter.
"More refunds, less supplements, now you don't have any questions, right?"
The two shop assistants nodded dumbly, "No problem...It will take some time to pack, please wait."
The world is indeed uneven. The two little wizards casually took out several months' salary to buy candy.
I don't know how long it will take to pack hundreds of products.
"Let's go to the Three Broomsticks for breakfast first, and then remember to pick it up when we get back to school," Tom suggested.
Astoria naturally would not refuse. She followed Tom, walking and stopping, and went into every store they passed by.
At the Elegant Wizard Clothing Store, Tom saw an ice-blue robe with bright silver embroidery, and took it over to match it in front of Astoria.
"How about it, do you feel like watching it?"
Astoria looked at herself in the mirror and nodded: "It looks good, I like this color."
"You should try it on." After getting the clerk's consent, Tom put the robe on Astoria.
The two were very close to each other. The girl's breathing quickened a little, and an idea popped up in her mind uncontrollably.
Sister, Tom smells so good!
Chapter 213: Tom's Agreement With Astoria, The News Brought by Rozier
Of the girls Tom knew, Fleur and Gabrielle had silver hair, and Astoria had white hair.
Although the colors are similar, the visual effects are completely different.
The mixed-blood Veela sisters' hair is bright in color, emitting a faint glow even in the dark, making them easy to become the visual focus.
After such a long period of recuperation, Astoria's hair is no longer as dry and malnourished as before, but has become softer and more restrained. "It is more suitable for pairing with cool tones.
The style and design of the dress Tom chose were good, but the workmanship and fabric were not good. However, the store also provided customized services. After leaving Astoria's measurements and material requirements, Tom ordered another one for Daphne.
At this point... Daphne should still be fast asleep in the dorm, completely unaware that Tom and Astoria have been having fun behind her back. She'll definitely be mad again when she finds out, so it's wise to prepare gifts in advance as a fire extinguisher.
As for Daphne's size, Tom and Astoria knew it very well and would not make a mistake.
At the same time, we can't favor one over the other, we also need to prepare one for Hermione.
Alas, if you don't work hard to make money, you don't even have the qualifications to be a scumbag.
After coming out of the clothing store, Astoria also felt hungry, so she skipped the next few shops and went straight to the Three Broomsticks.
29 The owner of the Three Broomsticks, Ms. Rosmerta, is a middle-aged beauty with a lingering charm. She is more than half the reason why many Hogwarts students come here on open days; the other half is probably the most famous butterbeer here.
There are actually two versions of butter beer.
One is the non-alcoholic version that can be given to students.
It needs to be stewed for a longer time to completely evaporate the alcohol in the beer, leaving only the aroma of malt.
The other is the alcoholic version, but the alcohol content is also very low.
Tom actually prefers the taste of the alcoholic version. The non-alcoholic version requires a lot of syrup, which makes him sick of it after a few sips.
Unfortunately, Madam Rosmerta would not risk punishment from the Ministry of Magic by providing alcoholic beverages, so he could only order himself another lime soda.
Tom really liked watching Astoria eat. The girl ate very elegantly. She cut the sandwich into small pieces, swallowed it with her mouth slightly opened, and then chewed it slowly, just like a teacher of court etiquette.
"Astoria, did your aunt ask you to eat like this?" Tom asked curiously.
"Not really."
The girl swallowed the food in her mouth before saying, "My mother hired a teacher before, and the teacher taught me this way, and then I have always been like this [because eating slowly is easier to digest.
It's still because of the blood curse.
Tom sighed and patted the girl's head again. "I'll definitely take you to experience the feeling of eating meat in big mouthfuls in the future."
The girl's pretty face flushed and she shouted happily.
After buying the three brooms, they went to Zonko's Joke Shop, which sold very interesting magic props and prank props. Tom was interested in heavy-tasting prank props such as dung balls, self-igniting ropes, and slug gummies, while Astoria only bought an umbrella and a few plush dolls.
As soon as the umbrella is opened, it will rain heavily inside. Astoria also asked Tom to make the umbrella into the same shape as Daphne's existing umbrella.
After they finished visiting several nearby shops, Tom took Astoria to the Hog's Head Bar and took Ariana to see his brother.
He thought that since he came so early, he would probably have another argument with Aberforth, who was very irritable when he woke up.
The fact was just as Tom expected. Before the person came out, the violent curses were already coming. But when Aberforth saw the girl next to Tom, he swallowed the greetings behind him.
After eating two meals and touring the entire village, Astoria's physical strength had reached its limit.
After taking the candy from Honeydukes, Tom was about to Apparate back to school with the girl, but Astoria grabbed his sleeve and said pitifully: "Tom
I want to see the scenery along the way, let's walk back."
Tom hesitated and said, "That's fine with me, but you..."
"Can you carry me on your back?" Astoria rarely acted coquettishly.
Astoria was so happy today that she felt a little tipsy and bolder than usual. In the past, she never asked Tom for anything.
"Okay, I'll carry you back."
Tom thought Astoria was very cute like this, so he squatted down cooperatively. The girl lay on his back and then stood up again.
The girl was so light that carrying her on Tom's back had no effect at all, and he could still walk briskly.
"Tom, I want to go to more places in the future. Unlike you, I have never been abroad.
Astoria's face was pressed against Tom's shoulder, and the hot air and sound from her mouth penetrated into his ears.
Tom felt his ears itchy, shook his head, and said softly, "From now on, I'll take you wherever you want to go."
Astoria tightened her arms around the boy and said cunningly, "So are you going to take my sister and Hermione with you? Oh, and Miss Delacour too. Can you take care of her with ten people?"
"Good question." Tom nodded seriously. "If you want me to take you out alone, that's fine, but the time is limited, maybe only a few days."
"It's a deal."
Astoria couldn't wait to extend her little finger.
Tom thought this behavior was too childish, but Astoria was so good at acting like a spoiled child today that he almost thought it was Daphne who possessed her.
In the end, he reluctantly stretched out his hand and fulfilled the agreement with Astoria.
Back at school, Tom managed to get Daphne's temper under control by using her clothes and the option of going out alone next time, and he was finally able to do his own thing in peace.
Today in Hogsmeade, he was interested again because of the message sent by Chuan Qi'er.
Sitting at the desk, Tom began to reply to Wenda 800 Rozier.
Tom: Are you saying that these families are just pawns, and someone is targeting me from behind?
As a boss, he can see that his employees' messages have been read but not replied, but as an employee, Wenda Rozier's slow response time means that there is an attitude problem.
Tom only had to wait for less than a minute before Wenda's handwriting appeared in the notebook.
French Old Rose: Yes, young master. Yesterday, Vogel captured a descendant of the Verneuil family and used Veritaserum and the Imperius Curse to repeatedly confirm that there is a wizard behind the scenes, or even a powerful force that facilitates the connection between these families.
Tom's eyes narrowed, a murderous look flashing across them.
It was clearly just an ordinary attack, so why did so much dirty information get dug up?
This group of people are still Wangzai Xueqiao, the more they catch, the more they get.
I'm really sorry that this chapter has fewer words. It rained heavily today and the traffic on the way home was so congested that I questioned my life.
Let's also talk about the issue of expanding the worldview.
I respect the original author, but Rowling left too many holes for the magical worldview in the original work. Not to mention Fantastic Beasts, just the original books one to seven [Ryan is basically equivalent to the entire magical world.
Fudge was even able to oust Dumbledore, who was the head of the International Confederation of Wizards. He was the emperor of all the Ministry of Magic?
Therefore, it can only be expanded and modified appropriately, otherwise it will really be like Voldemort, with only Hogwarts and the countryside of England in his eyes.
Chapter 214: Ariana's Filial Piety, Harry: Damn, Again!
Tom felt that the world was deeply malicious towards him.
Although his redefinition of purebloods was indeed equivalent to digging up many people's ancestral graves, he hasn't dug up your graves yet, so why are you so impatient to cause trouble for him?
It's like a nesting doll game, with one layer inside another, making them look more like the mastermind than him.
Tom: If you can find them, bring them out. If you can't find these families, don't touch them. Keep an eye on them and let me handle it.
There are too many strange and bizarre abilities in the wizarding world, and even Dumbledore and Grindelwald cannot guarantee that they can see through everyone's schemes and magic, so Tom did not give Wenda a death order.
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[French Black Rose: Master, there's no need to bother you with such trivial matters.]
Tom: Because I want to do it myself. It doesn't feel so good to let you kill people. Is that a good enough reason?
There aren't many people in the world who can make him angry, and these gutter rats are definitely not one of them.
If I don't kill a few of them myself, I always feel that my thoughts are not clear enough.
If it affects his mood, it will delay his progress and offend the root cause.
This is no longer an ordinary villain, he must be dealt with with a heavy blow!
Wenda Rozier, who was in France, was silent. Anton Vogel, who happened to come to discuss something with her, also heard Tom's words and laughed.
"Master Riddle is right. Only revenge with one's own hands can bring the greatest satisfaction!"
"Wenda, you don't have to dwell on Master Riddle's identity. Identity and status aren't constraints. Didn't Lord Grindelwald deal with quite a few stubborn people back then?"
Wenda sighed, "I understand this, but don't you think we're useless?"
"Back then, we were the ones who carried out assassinations and sneak attacks, but now someone has actually assassinated Mr. Riddle, and we still can't catch the real murderer. [How do you say that Eastern phrase? Look quickly.]
"The dragon fell into the plains and was bullied by the zombies..."
Vogel's smile disappeared completely, and he felt suffocated.
"When the adults come out one day, we will definitely be able to reach the top again and transform this stupid and ignorant world!"
"Ariana, hey...
There was a table outside the study and meditation room, and the four of them sat around it listening to Tom complain.
The two old Dengs are just incidental, and the only person Tom really wants to talk to is Ariana.
"This world is too complicated. I just want to study magic well and publish a few papers occasionally. Why do you treat me like this?"
"Not only do the purebloods want me dead, but there are also people behind the scenes trying to instigate this. I don't even know which district I've offended."
Tom described his situation as miserable as possible, and Ariana's emotions were fully aroused. Her long golden hair fluttered slightly, and her magical aura surged, with a faint black air emanating from her.
But this time Tom did not use space suppression, he just wanted to see Ariana's current control over Mo Mo Ran.
"Quiet!" the girl shouted coldly, and the black energy shrank back unwillingly.
"Tom, do you think it was Big Brother who did it?"
puff---!
Andros and Grindelwald, who were drinking, spit out the wine at the same time, not even bothering to wipe their mouths. They looked at Shaozhuang in disbelief.
Tom was also confused.
Sister, you are so filial. How did you get in touch with Dumbledore?
Seeing everyone looking at her with suspicious eyes, Ariana spoke uneasily and shyly, "That Albus...according to you, he's not a good person in the traditional sense. What he cares about most is the safety of the magic fruit."
"Tom's research on 'I Chat' and his book 'A History of the Wizarding World' will bring unpredictable changes to the wizarding world. Albus felt uneasy, and then he thought...isn't this normal?"
Grindelwald tactically retreats.
It's bad, he's a little convinced, what should I do?
Even Grindelwald, who knew Dumbledore best, was shaken for a moment, not to mention Andros, a single-celled organism.
He looked at Tom suspiciously: "Could it really be Dumbledore?"
"This old man always smiles and is so tolerant of you, but I never thought he was actually using shady tactics behind your back.
"Tom, if it doesn't work out, let me out and we can take him away and take the principal's job."
"Is ten minutes enough?" Tom asked casually. He had not yet recovered from Ariana's laughter.
"Well..." Andros scratched his head awkwardly: "Ten minutes is a bit risky, but we can set a time point and start in the early morning. It will take twenty minutes in two days to increase the chances of success.
"Ariana."
Tom suddenly looked at the girl seriously. "If it's true, as you suspect, that Dumbledore is the mastermind behind everything, will you support me?"
"Of course!" Ariana answered without hesitation: "I hate Albus because he bullies you."
After saying that, she became discouraged again, "But I can't help you with anything now."
"Who said you can't help?"
The young man smiled and performed the head-patting killing move. Your support is my greatest motivation and confidence.
"But although what you just said makes sense, Dumbledore is not that kind of person. Even if he objects to some of my actions, he would never do it in this way."
"That's right." Grindelwald smiled bitterly. "I was almost fooled by you."
"Albus has the motivation, the ability, and the brains, but he lacks the character.
Facing Ariana's puzzled gaze, Grindelwald patiently explained, "For the greater good—that was actually his idea. So what is the greatest good?"
"Tom and his common enemy is Voldemort. In his eyes, Voldemort is also the biggest threat. Although Tom is changing the wizarding world, he has never touched his bottom line. As long as the bottom line is not touched, Albus is actually a very easy person to talk to."
"That's good."
After listening to Grindelwald's analysis, Ariana felt much better. No one wants their own brother to be such a dark person.
The girl waved her fists. "Since it's not Albus, then no matter who the murderer is, Tom must..."
Ariana forgot her words halfway through her speech and looked at the boy for help.
Tom added: "Humane destruction."
"Yes, yes, humane destruction."
Tom smiled with relief. If Ariana were still alive now, she would definitely be the little devil whose magic has risen again.
He is really a good teacher.
In the new week, Tom no longer paid attention to the mastermind behind his assassination. Even if he found the person now, everything would have to wait until summer vacation to resolve it.
The Whomping Willow was in good condition.
The magic power emitted by the castle and the ecological environment created by the large number of magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest became the best nutrients.
Coupled with Professor Sprout's careful care, the willow branches became increasingly strong.
Voldemort has also recently opened up and revealed a lot of core heritage.
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It's basically all about how to use magic to transform the body. Not to mention Tom, Andros and Grindelwald were all eye-opening.
If the transformation is completed according to Slytherin's transformation method, it can no longer be called a human being, but a monster that appears completely to cater to magic.
Grindelwald now believed that Voldemort's dark magic was stronger than his own, and that this transformation was also a way to enhance the essence of life.
In fact, Voldemort shouted out so readily because he was plotting against Tom.
He hoped that Tom would start to transform himself and fuse his bloodlines now.
If he failed, he would be dead.
If he succeeded, Dumbledore would never tolerate him.
He would either be imprisoned in Azkaban, or... the same path he had taken before.
This is a naked conspiracy.
Tom was most concerned about the method of waking up the basilisk, but Voldemort was unwilling to reveal it.
This is not just the control of a beast, but represents his identity and his dignity.
The basilisk and the identity of the Slytherin heir were the best medicine to cure his inferiority complex, telling Tom that he had also lost his uniqueness.
The two of them spent the rest of their time together until Saturday.
As the battle for the Quidditch Cup reignited, the smell of gunpowder in the castle became thicker.
Hufflepuff and Gryffindor would not use any underhanded tactics, but the two houses did not say a word in the hall throughout the morning.
As soon as their eyes met, they would immediately stare wide-eyed.
Whoever looked away first would be the one who was loose.
We support you if you want to defeat Slytherin, but do you want to walk over Hufflepuff's corpse?
That won't work.
After breakfast, Wood took his players to the locker room to plan tactics.
||Today we not only want to win, but also maintain our lead in the score."
Pointing at the blackboard with his wand, Wood solemnly said to everyone, "I know this is difficult. Although Hufflepuff doesn't have the luxurious equipment of Slytherin, their unity and cooperation ability are beyond Slytherin's reach. This is a very strong team."
"But I believe in you, and I believe in myself. We will definitely win this game perfectly."
"Harry," Wood suddenly looked at Harry, who was a little distracted. "You have to remember, before we're fifty points ahead, even if you spot the Snitch, don't take action. Just keep an eye on the other team's Seeker. Do you understand?"
"I understand." Harry nodded seriously.
The noise from outside had already reached the locker room. Wood picked up his broom and the players lined up behind him and followed him to the door to wait for the next performance.
"Harry, are you sure you're okay?" Fred asked in a low voice over his shoulder.
Harry was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood what Fred was referring to and shook his head: "It hasn't hurt in a while (amazing)."
It was no secret that Harry had been suffering from frequent headaches recently, and Fred was worried that Harry would have an attack during the game.
Hearing him say that, I felt much more relieved.
Unfortunately, people in the magic world have never heard of Murphy's Law.
The game started with the two houses cheering vigorously. Fifteen brooms flew up into the sky. Gryffindor immediately showed a strong desire to attack and was in good shape. They scored three goals in a row and their morale was high.
However, Hufflepuff's resilience is the best among the four schools. They also learned from Slytherin's last game and found that the weakness of Gryffindor's three female chasers is their poor resilience.
Except for Angelina who is a bit stronger, the other two will lose their original level if there is any interference.
As the score was getting increasingly tense, Wood, as the captain, stepped up and made several brilliant saves in a row, blocking many sure goals and causing exclamations from the stands.
The score difference was over fifty, and Harry finally started looking for the Golden Snitch. He flew higher and higher, and Cedric followed him, but his broom was not as fast as Harry's.
Ten minutes later, a golden light appeared in their sight, and the two of them leaned forward and accelerated almost at the same time.
Just as Harry was about to go all out and sprint with the advantage of his broom, his brain exploded with a bang as if chaos had just begun to form in his head.
"Oh my god! Again? Occupy!"
Harry only had time to let out a roar filled with intense resentment and excruciating pain before his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
Chapter 215: Soul-eating Plague, Entering the Secret Chamber
All wishes are granted in the house.
Tom didn't go to watch today's game.
His patience with Voldemort has reached its limit. If he doesn't teach Voldemort a lesson today, he might actually think that Voldemort is taking care of them because they share the same name and surname and won't dare to take any ruthless action.
The Cruciatus Curse was no longer effective. Voldemort was still a ruthless man after all. He could endure the pain of having his soul torn apart and continue to create Horcruxes. The Cruciatus Curse could only cause him pain but could not make him surrender.
"Soul-devouring Plague!"
Tom opened the diary and put it on the table.
Fine purple mist emerged from the tip of the wand. The mist formed very slowly, wandering in the air, and finally gathered into an arrow, piercing into the diary.
This is the dark magic that Grindelwald taught Tom, and its viciousness is no less than the three unforgivable curses.
It can infect the soul like a plague, causing the infected to die in endless pain.
Even Andros felt a chill down his spine when he heard this. Although the wizards of later generations were generally not as powerful as those in the barbaric era he lived in, the black magic they developed was ten times more vicious.
Grindelwald said he was not to blame, the magic was not his masterpiece, but came from the restricted area of Durmstrang.
As the only school in the world that openly allows the study of dark magic, being placed in the restricted section by Durmstrang is a kind of recognition.
When the arrow sank into the diary, a green aura immediately emerged, and was soon contaminated by the plague and dyed purple.
[What kind of curse is this! Stop it! Tom, talk it over!]
Words of fear emerged, and Voldemort could already feel his soul being eroded.
A Horcrux is the strongest shell to protect the soul, but the diary is too special, so he did not make it as a traditional Horcrux.
More like a sign, a milestone.
To prove that he transformed from 'Tom Riddle' to 'Voldemort' who inherited the Slytherin legacy, he added a large number of 980 memories and abilities to his soul, which gave birth to consciousness and the thing that should not appear the most...emotions.
He will think, get angry, feel pain, and when faced with a real life-and-death crisis, he will naturally feel fear.
[Tom! Stop it! You'll get nothing if you destroy me!]
These plague gases didn't distinguish between friend and foe, so Tom didn't dare get too close.
He used his wand as a pen and wrote in the air: "Voldemort, I've given you many chances, but you think you have me in your hands.
You don't know my temper.
I may not get what I want, but I will never be threatened or manipulated."
"Today I will send you on your way. This is the magic I carefully selected for you. Once your soul is completely polluted, you will become a mindless monster and collapse in unbearable pain.
"Enjoy yourself, Voldemort.
Wait! I was wrong!
"Tom! I'll take you to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. The true core inheritance is there. I haven't destroyed it at all. It's not that I don't want to, but I don't have the ability to do so."
[As long as you agree to one condition, the basilisk and the inheritance will be yours. Stop your damn magic immediately!]
"You still dare to put forward conditions?"
Despite saying so, Tom still stopped, but even he couldn't remove the plague aura that had already penetrated.
Voldemort's soul has been corrupted, but he can still maintain his sanity.
"I have only one condition: let me meet Harry Potter. If you defeated my future self, I could barely accept it, but why would he do that?!"
[If you don't agree to my condition, even if you completely destroy me, I will never tell you anything again.]
After saying that, Voldemort fell completely silent, waiting for Tom's reply.
"Want to meet Harry? I can satisfy your request. After all, he's your archenemy, so you have to get to know him."
[Okay, this is how to enter the secret room... I said, it's to see him, so I still need...
When Tom came out of the Room of Requirement, the game was over.
The Gryffindor students were dejected; they had completely lost the chance to compete for the Quidditch Cup.
After winning, the Hufflepuff students did not celebrate but tried their best to suppress the opponent.
Harry suddenly fell unconscious, and Cedric caught the Golden Snitch without any difficulty. Even the kind-hearted little badger felt that his victory today was unfair.
When Tom heard this, he was speechless.
Tom knew about Harry's previous headache and coma, and it was most likely caused by the Cruciatus Curse. But he didn't use the Cruciatus Curse this time... Could this have affected it?
Could it be that the violent emotional fluctuations of Voldemort's soul fragments could be sensed by Harry?
But no matter what, Tom still felt bad that he had accidentally tricked Harry again.
What made him feel even more guilty was... he had to cheat again tonight.
There was no other way. Harry was already in the school infirmary. Taking him away from the school infirmary was much easier than taking him away from Gryffindor.
It just so happened that Dumbledore was not in school today. He went with Ross to discuss something with the Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation. Tom would feel like he was missing out if he didn't complete the task today.
Eight o'clock.
Most of the students returned to the common rooms of their respective colleges, and the castle became quiet.
Harry was boredly flipping through today's newspaper and was surprised to see Tom appear.
"Tom, why are you here?"
"I heard you fainted, so I came to see you." Tom brought a chair and sat beside the bed. "How do you feel now?"
Harry was quite touched that someone came to see him. He smiled and nodded: "I've been having headaches a lot lately. To be honest, I'm a bit used to it. [Song Yao will be fine once he wakes up.]
After saying that, he sighed again: "It's just that my headache came at the wrong time. Today's game...ah."
At first, Harry was also shocked that Tom and Voldemort had the same name, but he later realized that names don't mean anything, it's just a coincidence.
If Tom hadn't saved him last year, he might have been killed by Quirrell and Voldemort. How could he not doubt Tom?
So when facing Tom, Harry now returned to his previous attitude.
"That's good." Tom nodded. "I was just worried you couldn't handle the excitement."
"I can handle it..." Harry's smile turned into surprise: "What's exciting?"
"Wait for me to organize my words..." Tom shook his head and thought for a moment before saying, "Let's start with your scar."
"Actually, your headache is related to Voldemort. You should know that, right?"
Harry said dully, "I know... Last year, when I touched Quirrell, I felt like my head was going to split open. I also wondered if the few times I tested it might be because Voldemort was up to something again."
He lowered his voice, finally unable to suppress the urge to share, "Tom, I'll tell you a secret. The one who opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago... was most likely Voldemort.
Tom nodded. "Then I'll tell you a secret. Fifty years later, it will be Voldemort who opens the Chamber of Secrets."
"What?! He's at Hogwarts?" Harry sat up straight in an instant.
Tom took out the diary: "No, he's not at Hogwarts. This is Voldemort's student diary. Everything is from this notebook.
"Through the notebook, he could deceive and even directly control those he communicated with. That's how the secret room was opened."
"So that's how it is." Harry suddenly realized, "So he controlled the old..."
Harry couldn't continue, but looked at Tom in horror.
Tom grinned.
In the silent corridor, Harry was petrified and floating in the air. Tom, who was walking in front of him, was still muttering: "It involves personal privacy. I can't tell you who opened the Chamber of Secrets."
But it certainly wasn't me.
"I'm not doing anything for Voldemort. We just have a deal that requires your participation. Don't worry, you won't die with me around."
At this moment, Harry couldn't even open his mouth, his eyes were wide open.
With you here, I'm dead!
Harry was sure that Tom was already under Voldemort's control and was about to be killed. Seeing the women's restroom sign flash by above his head, Harry felt a sense of sadness in his heart.
She actually wanted to kill him in the ladies' room, Voldemort, "You are so vicious!
Tom stood before the circular washbasin, found a brass tap, and cleared his throat with a strange hissing sound.
He had already learned simple Parseltongue from Grindelwald.
The faucet emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly. Then the sink also moved, revealing a thick water pipe.
Tom turned Harry upright and threw him into the pipe, then he also took off into the air and flew into the pipe.
Deep underground, there was a spacious stone tunnel with animal bones and a huge snake skin on the ground.
The spell to prevent Harry from making eye contact with the basilisk was already on him, and Tom added another one as he continued to move forward. He was blocked by a solid wall with two snakes entwined with each other carved on it.
"Open it," Tom continued to command in Parseltongue.
The two snakes separated, and the stone wall split in the middle, sliding to both sides and disappearing like a sliding door.
Tom walked in with Harry.
It was a long, narrow, dimly lit room. On both sides of the aisle were many stone pillars with coiled snakes, supporting a ceiling that was higher than that of the auditorium.
At the end of the room, there is a statue that is almost as tall as the room itself. The statue has an old, monkey-like face and sparse beard, and is so ugly that it doesn't look like a normal human being.
"Slytherin really is..." Grindelwald and Andros in the space saw the magnificent hall and didn't know what to say.
"The secret room is so luxurious, doesn't he think it's a waste?" Andros couldn't help but complain. "The space here has obviously been expanded, and it's been maintained for a thousand years. Wouldn't it be better to use this method to expand the castle hall?"
Grindelwald said something fair for his elders: "I am afraid that the four founders did not expect that there would be so many students studying at Hogwarts. The same is true for Beauxbatons.
It has expanded to include two castles."
The two old men were chatting, and Tom suddenly remembered that Harry was still gagged by him, so he released the petrification spell on him.
Harry fell to the ground while floating in the air, but almost the moment he regained control of his body, he pulled out the wand from his pajamas and pointed it at Tom.
"Expelliarmus!"
As Harry looked on in surprise, the curse hit Tom.
Then...
That's all.
The spell disappeared instantly without Tom's hand shaking, let alone the spray stick falling out of his hand.
"Hey, why didn't you listen to what I just said?
Tom sighed. This attack couldn't even break his iron skin, so he naturally didn't bother to defend himself. "I brought you here to fulfill Voldemort's last wish. Just cooperate with me. I'll reward you when I succeed, Harry."
"You, you really are not controlled by Voldemort?" Harry swallowed and asked, regarding this strange defensive history.
He began to believe it.
Could Voldemort be as perverted as Tom?
"Just stand here quietly and don't move, and you'll understand everything in a moment.
Tom took out his diary and a bucket of dragon's blood.
The dragon's blood turned into a thin line of water and shot towards the diary, and the diary was like an insatiable sponge, madly swallowing up the dragon's blood.
A faint green mist emanated from the air and eventually gathered into a human shape.