Chapter 227: There Is Always Someone Better Than You
After coming out of Professor McGonagall's office, Tom checked the system task that had just appeared.
The task was simple and clear: whenever Hogwarts reformed its exam rules, he would be rewarded with a chance to win an intermediate lottery, and as long as he continued to follow his proposed method, he would receive a 'salary' of 500 credits per year.
Tom felt that the system was very generous this time. Five hundred credits a year was a small amount, but good things could be won in the intermediate lottery. Wasn't Ariana summoned by the intermediate lottery?
Moreover, it is only a matter of time to complete the task. This is obviously good for the students and can also improve the quality of education at Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall has already agreed to it.
At Hogwarts, as long as Professor McGonagall wants to do something, there is basically no possibility of failure.
He just needs to wait for a while and the task will be completed automatically.
Tom had gained a lot today. In a good mood, he decided to skip the afternoon History of Magic class to reward himself.
Back in the lounge, everyone except the first-year students was in class.
Astoria sat on a single sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass, reading a fashion magazine intently. She didn't look up until the familiar big "Seven Eight Three" hand landed on her head.
"Is everything over, Tom?"
The girl spoke softly, her clear eyes filled with anticipation: "First Class Order of Merlin, is that okay?"
As Tom's closest people, the girls naturally knew what his latest goal was, and Astoria also hoped to succeed in one go this time.
"Fudge only agreed to help me apply. Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape also promised to help me contact old friends. In addition, our operations are basically stable."
"Yeah." The girl nodded happily: "I'll tell my mother later that this time I must succeed."
Astoria didn't know how rich her family was, but she knew that Greengrass never worried about money. A problem that could be solved with money was never a problem.
Although the Knights of Merlin are all wizards of high reputation and status, there are always a few who are struggling with life, right?
Tom nodded in agreement: "Auntie likes you the most. As long as you take action, there will be no problem."
Even though she knew that this was just to coax her, the girl was still very happy and made a small request.
"Tom, I want to go see Dabao and the others."
"Now?" Tom looked at the time. "Or wait a little longer. Your sister and Hermione will be out of class in half an hour."
"No." Astoria whispered, "Let's go secretly and don't tell my sister."
Tom's mouth twitched.
He discovered that Astoria seemed to have awakened some extraordinary hobby. This was not the first time. She liked to do these things without Daphne's knowledge, such as eating midnight snacks, going to the Forbidden Forest to see unicorns, and even playing wizard chess.
According to Astoria herself, she felt that Daphne was too childish and noisy, and always needed Tom's care. Occasionally, she also wanted some peace and quiet.
But why does Tom feel like...it's not just this reason?
However, seeing the pitiful look in the girl's eyes, he agreed. Astoria happily put away the magazine, took Tom's hand and left the lounge.
The weather was a bit cold today, but it was a rare sunny day. A big hole appeared on the calm surface of the Black Lake, and even a giant octopus popped its head out to bask in the sun.
"Tom!"
Just when he was halfway there, Tom heard someone calling him. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw Penelope standing among a group of Ravenclaw girls, waving at him.
Tom smiled and nodded in greeting. Astoria saw that Penelope had no intention of coming over, so she stopped paying attention.
But just after she turned around, Guolanluo made a lip movement silently.
"See you at the entrance of Ravenclaw Tower at twelve o'clock.
Tom nodded with a strange look on his face.
Astoria hid it from Daphne, Penelope hid it from Astoria, what is this, there is always someone better than you?
In the Forbidden Forest, three unicorns played with Astoria, while Tom lay in the rocking chair and watched them comfortably. This was the best time for Astoria to exercise a little more.
However, part of his mind was still focused on the magical space, using the meditation room to digest the Slytherin heritage. Many black magics aimed at transforming flesh and blood gave him inspiration.
If these magical principles were applied to weight loss pills, wouldn't that be considered making the most of them?
He has become accustomed to this state of multitasking, and it even helps a lot in combat. Combined with silent and wandless casting and instant spells, he can unleash a large number of different spells in a short period of time.
"Tom, let's go back."
As the sun set, Astoria's face was flushed and there were beads of sweat on her forehead. The amount of activity she had done today far exceeded her usual weekly activity.
Tom placed a protective shield around the two of them to prevent them from catching a cold after sweating. His thoughtful gesture made the girl feel sweet.
Late at night, at twelve o'clock, Tom quietly arrived at Ravenclaw Tower. Penelope was already there before him, standing in the hallway, looking very pretty. "Fili is holding a schoolbag.
"You asked me to come here so late just to keep you company in the cold wind?" Tom asked jokingly.
"Of course not."
Penelope rolled her eyes. She was not much older than Daphne and Hermione, but she looked quite charming.
This woman was born to be a queen.
After opening a door, the two came to the terrace. Penelope put two tables together and then took out some cakes and a roast chicken from her bag.
"Today I want to thank you, my lifesaver." Penelope smiled happily: "You killed the basilisk. Not only me, but other Muggle-born students don't have to worry about their safety anymore."
"I made these myself. If they don't taste good, just tell me and I'll improve them next time.
"Then I'll have to try it." Tom raised his eyebrows, picked up a piece of cake and took a bite. After chewing for a while, he nodded and praised: "It has a soft texture, I like it very much. It would be better if the sweetness was reduced a little.
Penelope nodded, taking note of Tom's dislike for sweets...
"Try the roast chicken."
"Better than house-elfs, very juicy.
Penelope smiled proudly. "I've consulted several of my Hufflepuff friends."
Tom gave a thumbs up, finished the roast chicken in no time, ate two cakes, and finally burped with satisfaction.
"Okay, I accept your gratitude, but don't call me your savior anymore."
Penelope also smiled and nodded. This attitude of Tom was what she liked the most. If Tom denied and rejected her right away, it would seem to be proof of their good relationship, but she would feel immoral and indebted, and would not even be able to express her gratitude.
How good it is now. Even though her gratitude is not equal to Tom's life-saving grace, her feelings have been expressed.
"Don't worry, there's one last gift."
Penelope spread a piece of parchment on the table.
This is a painting with bright sunshine. A blonde girl is lying on a hospital bed, and a black-haired boy is sitting beside the bed. Both of them have smiles on their faces.
Although it was in cartoon style, no matter how dumb Tom was, he knew what the picture was about and he carefully put it away.
"I like this gift very much. I will put it in a frame when I get home and add some magic to make it move."
"You and I are thinking the same thing." Penelope said regretfully, "It's a pity that my development magic isn't up to par, otherwise I would have added it myself."
"This magic is quite simple. I'll list the techniques for you when I get home. Just practice them for a while.
Tom also gave her a copy of "I Chat" and Penelope had a lot of fun playing with it before and after I came.
A gust of cold wind blew, and she remembered that they were still outside, and hurriedly took Tom back to the corridor.
"Go back and study it slowly." Tom said with a smile: "If you have any questions, just contact me directly."
Penelope blinked, finding a tricky angle: "So the reason you sent me 'Chat' was because you didn't want to see me?"
"3.1 are you looking for trouble?" Tom didn't tolerate her and flicked her head.
"Ouch." Penelope covered her forehead, "I was just kidding you, don't say you didn't hear it.
"I'm a fool and don't understand." Tom pretended to be stupid.
Penelope couldn't do anything about him, so she could only pretend to be angry and walked towards the lounge door. As soon as she took a step, Tom grabbed her wrist.
"Do you know you're wrong now?" The girl turned around proudly.
"No." Tom shook his head: "This chicken is delicious. Make me two more when you have time.
Penelope was so angry that she laughed. "I'll make you ten and let you eat as much as you want."
"That's great." Tom said happily, "Okay, go back to sleep and don't let it affect your class tomorrow."
The girl bit her lip, suddenly stepped forward, hugged the boy, and whispered in his ear. "Thank you, Tom.
"For the last time." Tom patted the girl's back gently.
"Well, one last time."
Just then, the door to the Ravenclaw lounge suddenly opened, and Qiu and Marietta walked out.
Tom: "...
Chapter 228: The Eloquent Riddle, The Slytherin Chronicles, And the Revelation of Voldemort's Origins
Tom now deeply understands the meaning of "everything will turn into its opposite when it reaches its extreme."
Everything went smoothly for him yesterday, but after midnight, he immediately had a car accident without any chance to prepare.
The corridor fell into deathly silence.
Penelope had her back to the door and didn't notice anything unusual, just enjoying the final peace and quiet.
Qiu was so shocked by the impactful scene that he was speechless.
Marietta beside her was breathing rapidly and her face flushed red.
I was angry for Qiu, but more than that... I was excited about eating melons.
She knew that Tom and Qiu had been getting closer recently. Qiu often left her behind and disappeared for hours, only coming back before curfew. She knew without asking that she must have gone to see Tom.
Oh my Merlin... I came out to find some midnight snack and saw such an exciting scene. It was almost right in front of my face.
Will there be a fight soon? Can Qiu beat Senior Clearwater? She is the class monitor.
Do I need help? Will Tom help? Who will he help?
A bunch of problems crowded into Marietta's brain, causing it to crash.
Tom sighed, and seeing Qiu's dazed look, he was the first to speak: "Qiu, where are you going so late?"
Penelope turned around and saw that there were two people standing there. She was so scared that she quickly let go of Tom and twirled her fingers nervously.
"Come out and watch the show..." the black-haired girl said softly, her voice as light as a ghost. "Otherwise, how could we see such a heartwarming scene?"
Marietta's scalp tingled. She had never seen Qiu like this before. It sounded creepy, and she quickly took two steps back to avoid being hurt by mistake.
Penelope frowned slightly, her eyes shifting between Tom and Qiu.
"D..."
Tom sighed: "Since you have discovered it, you must keep it a secret for Penelope and me.
"What did you say, asking me to keep it a secret?"
Qiu looked at Tom in disbelief. Shouldn't she be the last person who should know? Why did he ask her to keep it a secret? Oh, he was afraid that Greengrass and Granger would find out, right?
"Yes, it's a secret." Tom nodded. "You can't let anyone know that Penelope-senpai was traumatized by the last attack. She only finally let it go after I killed the basilisk. She gave me a hug out of encouragement."
After all, she is the class leader, so she still needs to maintain a dignified image to facilitate management. A girl as considerate as you will definitely understand, right?"
"So that's how it is..."
Qiu's anger was quickly extinguished. After thinking about it carefully...what Tom said made a lot of sense.
Senior Clearwater was the only victim of this attack. The potion that awakened her was provided by Tom, and the basilisk was also killed by Tom. If it were me, I would definitely be excited, not to mention a hug, even a kiss would be enough.
Suddenly, Qiu looked at the boy with a look full of guilt.
She misunderstood Tom!
Tom seemed not to notice and asked again: "Qiu, where are you going?"
"Huh? Marietta and I are a little hungry. We want to go to the kitchen to find some midnight snacks."
"Then go quickly. You can't sleep on an empty stomach. Watch out for Filch. He and Mrs. Norris are patrolling on the third floor. I'm going back now.
Tom nodded to the three of them, turned and left.
The pace was neither fast nor slow, so fast that they didn't even have time to react and disappeared from the top of the tower in the blink of an eye.
When Tom got downstairs, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
This Shura Field thing is terrifying. He and Penelope haven't even had anything to do yet, but they're already sweating coldly. If Furong and Daphne run into it...
Royce, it's all your fault!
In the staff dormitory, Ross, who was snoring loudly, suddenly sneezed loudly, and his whole body was shaken up, but he showed no signs of waking up and continued to sleep soundly.
Upstairs, Penelope smiled playfully.
She hadn't expected that Tom had another one hidden in Ravenclaw.
"Qiu, remember to keep it a secret for me." Penelope winked at Qiu, answered the question and entered the bronze door.
"Marietta, is what Tom said true?"
Qiu felt that his brain was not enough, so he had to ask his friends for help.
Marietta looked away with regret, and said, "Qiu, what Riddle said is probably true, but that is now.
"Tell me, given Tom's life-saving grace and his own qualities, will Senior Clearwater have other thoughts?"
"Then what should I do?" Qiu's face changed drastically. She hadn't figured out a way to deal with the strongest Daphne yet, and now another opponent appeared.
She was well aware of Penelope's popularity. Not only did students from her own house write her love letters, but many from other houses as well. She also heard that Gryffindor's prefect, Percy Weiss, was also pursuing Penelope.
Marietta laughed dryly: "I don't understand this. Your situation is too complicated. Let me read a few more romance novels and then I'll give you a solution."
Qiu was in a heavy mood and had no desire to eat supper. He returned to the lounge with Marietta, whose stomach was rumbling.
The Daily Prophet quickly published a photo of Tom, Fudge, and Dumbledore with the basilisk head the next day, as well as a sincere letter of apology from Dumbledore.
For many things, the public just wants an attitude. Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic responded very quickly this time, and the problem was exposed only after it was solved, so their emotions naturally eased a lot.
The Ministry of Magic was also using Tom to divert attention. Fudge personally admitted in the newspaper that he would help Tom apply for the Order of Merlin, First Class, and called it a "bold" decision and the result of the Ministry of Magic's innovative reforms.
If successful, Tom will become the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history, and also the most demanding first-class medal.
Now Tom's reputation was pushed to a peak again, and he would attract the attention of the little wizard wherever he appeared.
It's like your classmate suddenly becomes a Nobel Prize winner. It's hard not to attract attention.
Tom didn't care. Apart from attending classes and eating, he usually didn't stay in crowded places. Instead, he would busy himself with his own things. By the time he was done, the students would probably gradually get used to it.
He spent a lot of time dismantling the basilisk, sorting the flesh, snake skin and extracted venom into different categories. At the same time, he asked the house-elves to bring some materials to Nico, hoping that Nico could achieve some results.
In addition, taking advantage of the recent popularity of the basilisk and Slytherin, the latest issue of "Chronicles of the Magical World" was published, which is also the first chronicle to appear - the Slytherin Chronicle.
"Salazar Slytherin, medieval wizard and one of the four founders of Hogwarts."
"The reason I reserved these twelve precious spots for Salazar Slytherin is not because I attended Slytherin College at Hogwarts, but because Salazar Slytherin himself has indeed had a profound impact on the wizarding world."
"Due to the long time since the founding of the kingdom, it's impossible to verify Slytherin's exact origins, but he's most likely not from England.
The reason is simple: he was a Parseltongue speaker, and snakes didn't exist in medieval England.
The so-called King Viper wasn't clearly recorded until the 13th century."
"Slytherin's magical attainments are beyond imagination. They possess a vast array of lost magic. Their exact strength is unknown, but it is certain that, aside from the other three founders, they have no rivals for hundreds of years."
"Among his descendants, the most famous is the Gaunt family, an extremely ancient pure-blood family in Britain. Their Parseltongue is their most famous symbol. They inherited the fine bloodline of Slytherin, and many powerful Dark wizards have been born in their family history."
"However, due to inbreeding, the family gradually declined."
"Gormlaith Gaunt was a powerful witch and the aunt of Ilvermorny's founder, Isolt Sayre. It can be said that the Slytherin family was involved in the founding of two of the world's top wizarding schools."
"And to this day, the descendants of Slytherin continue to influence the world. The true culprit who opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago was a half-blood descendant of the Gaunt family. Now, his name has become taboo in Britain. He is the Dark Lord whose name cannot even be mentioned."
"To sum up, Slytherin deserves to be included in this year."
Tom didn't know about the reaction in other regions after this article was published, but Hogwarts and the entire British wizarding world were shocked.
Voldemort's true identity is Tom Riddle, a secret known to very few people, and even fewer know that he is a descendant of the Gaunt family.
Now that it was exposed by Tom, countless people were shocked.
But Tom wasn't stupid enough to reveal that Voldemort was also Tom Riddle, as that would only get him into trouble.
"Tom! Tom!"
After Potions class, Harry, who was kept back by Snape and scolded by him, didn't hear what he said at all. He just ran all the way after letting him go, and finally caught up with Tom in the hallway and panted:
"Tom, Hagrid has been declared innocent by the Ministry of Magic and can hold his wand again. He asked me to ask if you have time this weekend. He wants to thank you for proving his innocence.
"This weekend?" Tom thought for a moment.
"Saturday afternoon, then."
He had wanted to find Hagrid for a long time, as the sixth trial was still halfway completed. However, Hagrid had not been in school for the past two weeks and had stayed in London to appeal for him.
Seeing Tom's agreement, Harry smiled and nodded. "Then I'll go tell him the good news. See you at the cabin tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow.".
Chapter 229: Grindelwald's Transformation, The Luxurious Hybrid Giant
"Hagrid will finally get his own wand.
After Harry left, Hermione said happily that she had a good relationship with Hagrid and that she felt the half-blood giant had no other shortcomings except for his big mouth.
"Wand? He's always had his own wand."
Tom lowered his voice: "Think carefully, is there anything strange about him?"
Hermione fell into deep thought, recalling the strangeness of Hagrid when she met him in the past. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind and she immediately locked onto something.
"F9..."
She swallowed her words back halfway through.
Tom nodded slightly. "Yes, his broken wand is hidden inside the umbrella."
"A broken wand can still be used?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"It's barely usable, but the chances of magic backfire are much higher. But the most important thing is that it's a symbol of status.
Tom chuckled softly. "You can only be called a wizard if you have a wand, even if it's broken."
"If you don't even have a wand, you'll be shut out of the wizarding world."
Hermione pondered Tom's words silently and felt that they made a lot of sense.
Before Tom helped her use the Confounding Charm to clear away the traces, she had felt extremely uncomfortable going home for the holidays, as if she had been forced out of the wizarding world and back into Muggle society.
She could only rely on going to Diagon Alley every day and looking at all kinds of magical items to tell herself that she was still a wizard.
Looking at Tom's perfect profile, Hermione blushed slightly. She wanted to say, "It's great to have you," but she didn't have the courage to say it.
At this moment, the high-spirited Ross walked into the hall, surrounded by several young wizards. He saw Tom and Hermione and his face changed immediately. He almost ran towards the chairman.
Hermione noticed something strange about Laws' behavior: "Is Professor Wilkinson avoiding you?"
"How could that be?" Tom smiled. "Maybe he's hungry."
You're kidding me.
The little witch rolled her eyes and returned to the Gryffindor table.
Rouse was indeed avoiding Tom.
It's immoral to vent your anger on others, but it does feel good.
In order to let the single guy Ross feel the pain of Shura Field, he recently beat this guy up several times under the pretext of giving him some advice, and he is almost having a stress reaction.
Ross really couldn't understand how he had offended Tom.
But if you want to say that he offended me, Tom gave him such precious protection as the strengthening potion, and even taught him Grindelwald's human transformation technique, which touched him again.
He really couldn't describe this feeling of love and fear.
But if we change it to twenty years later, everyone will know that it is called KFC.
The next day, Tom left school and headed to Nurmengard.
It was time for the bi-weekly visit to the lonely elderly again. Because they were going to see Grindelwald, he and Harry had made an appointment for the afternoon.
Tom, who had come here for the third time, had completely memorized the method of entering. Almost as soon as he stepped out of the magic trap, the magic spell hit the old man, allowing him to catch up on his sleep.
"What are you doing?"
After seeing Grindelwald, Tom finally showed a look of surprise.
Grindelwald had regained his youthful appearance, looking no different from the middle-aged face he usually wore in his study.
"It's not human transfiguration." The white-haired man said with a wicked smile, "Slytherin's flesh and blood transformation technique has given me a lot of inspiration, and I've made some progress.
"Under the transformation of magic, this is my true appearance now, but my physical condition is still very bad."
"You're absolutely crazy."
Tom shook his head, and as usual, he brought out some wine and food and sat down across from Grindelwald. "You're using yourself as an experiment right now, aren't you afraid of something going wrong?"
"This is just a superficial transformation," Grindelwald said nonchalantly. "I can bear the consequences if it fails, but injecting magic into flesh and blood requires caution.
"Tom, I need help."
Tom understood what he meant by help and nodded. "I'll contact Rozier. No, I'll leave you a copy so we can talk. Add her as a friend and talk directly."
"You should do it." Grindelwald had already poured wine for the two of them and took a sip slowly.
"Now is the time for you to establish your authority and control them. My frequent appearances and instructions will have an impact on you. Don't tell her that I need you; just say it's your own wish.
"All right."
Tom nodded, already smiling inwardly.
This Grindelwald was definitely provoked by Voldemort, and his pride would not allow anyone other than Dumbledore to be stronger than him.
Andros doesn't count, it's a monster.
After having a meal with Grindelwald, Tom left.
There was nothing much to talk about. The two met in the study space every day. Grindelwald insisted that he come over regularly, simply because he wanted to see a living person.
After returning to Hogwarts, Tom sent Grindelwald's request to Rosier and followed his request, saying that he was the test subject.
Rozier quickly agreed and made an appointment with Tom to pick up the goods in half a month.
In the afternoon, the girls also had nothing to do, so Tom simply took the Greengrass sisters and Hermione to Hagrid's cabin.
Seeing several people walking towards him from the small bay window, Hagrid immediately went out to wait enthusiastically.
Today, Hagrid's beard was neatly trimmed and his hair was not as messy as usual. Most importantly, the umbrella in his hand was gone [replaced with ten magic crowns that were much longer than ordinary wands].
No, Tom thought it would be more appropriate to call this thing a magic wand. It was definitely more than sixteen inches, almost twice as long.
The eyes of others were also attracted by the huge wand.
"Hagrid, is it really a magic wand?" Dafuni asked curiously: "Why does it look like a stone wand to me?"
"My wand is a little special..."
Hagrid scratched his head embarrassedly. "Because I have giant blood, Ollivander made me a wand made of giant nerves and oak.
It wasn't originally this color, but maybe it's because of the giant nerves.
The wand has also shown signs of petrification and drying.
Fortunately, it doesn't affect my use."
Hermione immediately found relevant information: "I know this. Giants can cause the surrounding environment to dry out and petrify, but the process is very slow. The weapons they use are originally wooden sticks, and it takes more than ten years for them to turn into hard stone with magical power."
Tom nodded.
I understand. It's just the paste on the plate.
"That's probably what I mean." Hagrid smiled, "Stop chatting here and come in for something to eat.
When everyone walked into the room, the table was already filled with carefully prepared food, which was definitely thoughtful, at least for Hagrid.
The signature rock crust pie, pork kidney pie, honey roast chicken, grape leaf rice, seafood soup with clams, cod and crab meat, and a large pot of hot cocoa and lemon tea.
"Help yourself," Hagrid said warmly, "Harry and Ronald will be here soon."
Daphne looked at the dishes on the table.
The only thing that made her hungry was the seafood soup.
She symbolically ate a bowl.
Astoria and Hermione had similar appetites.
Only Tom was brave enough to try them all.
He found that the pork kidney pie was not as bad as he had imagined, and it even had a hint of fragrance.
"Hagrid, your ingredients are of good quality. Where did you buy them from?"
"Oh, a while ago a Tebo Wart Boar came into the Forbidden Forest. It was completely impossible to tame. I could only...
Hagrid didn't finish his words and winked at Tom.
The Tebo Warthog is a 4X-level magical beast and is still a protected animal in many countries in the Black Continent. Hagrid doesn't dare to show it off.
"Do you have any more pig skin? Give me some."
"Yes, I made myself a quiver, and there are still quite a few left. You can take them all later."
The young man couldn't help but grin, marveling at Hagrid's extravagance. The warthog skin had extremely strong defense, was light and easy to recover, and was an excellent material for inner armor, yet he actually used it to make a quiver.
But it's true, for Hagrid's size, the skins of ten wild boars are not enough.
Not long after, Harry and Ronald also arrived, and the small room was packed. Hagrid showed off by enlarging the table and conjuring up two chairs.
"Finally, I can use magic openly now."
Delighted, he took out two more bottles of vodka. Tom and the others drank the drinks. Hagrid drank (good job), and soon his face turned red and his emotions became excited.
To Astoria and Daphne's horror, Hagrid actually started to sob, and incoherently recounted the grievances he had suffered over the past few decades.
He also thanked Tom for helping him prove his innocence, and promised that no matter what Tom wanted in the future, as long as it was in the Forbidden Forest, he would be able to get it.
Tom was not being modest: "I really need you to accompany me to the Forbidden Forest. Even if you don't come to me today, I will come to you."
"No problem! Burp—" Hagrid slapped his chest loudly: "Tomorrow, just come to me directly tomorrow."
The rule that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest does not apply to Tom. Even if other deans know about it, they will just turn a blind eye and at most ask him to restrain himself.
Stopping students from going to the Forbidden Forest is because they are afraid that they may be in danger, and not letting Tom go is because they are afraid that the magical creatures may be in danger. The two are not the same concept.
Halfway through two bottles of liquor, Hagrid couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep on the table. Tom waved his wand and he floated up and landed on the bed. Ten dirty spies covered him up.
Several people also left the cabin.
Just when Tom wanted to go and see what was happening with the Whomping Willow, Harry called him hesitantly:
"Tom, do you remember what you promised me in the secret room that day?"
Chapter 230: Harry's Request and Conflict, The Acromantula Aragog
What you promised?
Tom quickly figured out what was going on.
At that time in the Chamber of Secrets, in order to appease Harry's emotions and to make up for suddenly tying him up, he promised Harry a condition.
"It's been half a month since you remembered to look for me."
Tom smiled and said, "I thought you didn't remember it or forgot it. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"Let me be clear in advance: I won't agree to anything that's impossible or that would waste a lot of my energy."
Harry lowered his head embarrassedly: "The basilisk incident just happened, there are a lot of eyes around you and me, it's not convenient to chat." "Actually, I just wanted to come to you.
"Tom, I want you to help me become stronger." Harry pleaded, "I know I don't have your talent, but at least I don't want to be a burden. You saved my life every time, like Quirrell in my first year and Voldemort in my second year."
"Um... although this time it was you who pushed me into the fire pit."
Even now, when Harry thought about being kidnapped by Tom in the ward, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"Harry, go to the library more often and learn more spells, and you will naturally become stronger."
Before Tom could speak, Hermione came up with an idea for Harry.
"Well..." Harry said awkwardly, "Hermione, everyone has different priorities. You like reading and have a good memory, but I'm not that good. I'm a practical player."
"Oh." Daphne nodded: "I understand, I'm just too lazy to read. That's what I told Tom too.
"Sister, please don't tell the truth." Astoria sighed helplessly. She was finished as a sister. She was becoming more and more straightforward and said whatever she thought.
Didn't you see Potter's head was almost buried in the ground?
"That's all."
Tom didn't care about Harry's excuse for 890. Not everyone can read boring books. Even he often couldn't concentrate in the outside world. Only in the study space and meditation room could his efficiency be greatly improved.
"Isn't it just about becoming stronger? Brother, I have many ways to help you.
Hope ignited in Harry's heart, and he ignored the embarrassment and raised his head to wait for Tom's next words.
"First." The young man held up a finger: "I can be your teacher, answer your questions every once in a while, and accompany you in training.
"-I choose" Harry said hurriedly.
Just look at Hermione and Daphne and they will know that any student taught by Tom has the strongest practical ability in the same grade.
"Don't worry, I haven't finished yet."
Tom waved his hand, signaling that Harry was too happy too soon. "You agree with this method, but I don't have the time or energy, so pass."
My chat notebook, "A History of the Magical World," his own magical advancement, and the time he spent with Daphne and Hermione, as well as the occasional video call with Gabrielle and Fleur.
Now there is another study on blood fusion.
How could he have the energy to be Harry's private tutor?
If it's Harry, go find Snape! Forget about magic, he'll definitely rip his intestines out for you.
You don't have time, what else are you talking about?
Harry roared inwardly, but didn't dare show it. His expression became ferocious, and red started to spread from his neck.
Hermione and the others suppressed their laughter, knowing that Tom was starting to mess with them again.
"What about the second one?" Harry said through gritted teeth.
"Secondly, I'll give you a copy of my notebooks.
Study them and practice them.
If you encounter something you don't understand, think about it yourself.
You can ask me from time to time.
If I'm free, I'll help you.
If not, then you can go find a professor.
I highly recommend Professor Snape.
He's actually a hidden master of dueling."
"That's a good idea." Harry nodded and automatically ignored the rest of the words.
Letting him find Snape might actually get an answer, but he would probably become a guinea pig.
"Third, find a partner."
Tom looked at Ronald, who was waiting for Harry in the distance with boredom, and said, "Learning magic requires friends and teachers. It's hard to go far alone.
"Training requires assistants, and learning requires mutual encouragement, but all you have around you are friends who just mess around with you all day long."
"You may be determined to become stronger now, but how long can you keep doing it without someone to support you?"
"I suggest that your partner be either Ronald or Malfoy."
"Malfoy?" Harry cried out.
Tom nodded: "Malfoy is more effective than Ronald. You don't feel ashamed about losing to Ronald, but losing to Malfoy will definitely make you feel uncomfortable for a long time.
"That's true."
Harry had to admit that what Tom said made sense. After Malfoy mastered the Shield Charm, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep for several days. Later, he became more and more proficient in the Disarming Charm.
This depression disappeared after he was able to break Malfoy's Shield Charm.
"No matter who you find, you can arrange a time every weekend and ask the professor to use a classroom as a practice space. Even if you don't need a teacher, practice makes perfect and you can make great progress.
"I've given you the solution, and it's up to you to choose.
Tom finished speaking and waited for Harry to make a decision.
"Please give me a copy of the notes, Tom." Harry said sincerely, "At least I want to be stronger now. I don't want to be helpless when facing Voldemort."
"Then wait for me for a few days, I'll sort it out first and give it to you when it's done.
"What did you say to Tom just now?" Ronald asked as Harry and Tom parted ways and headed back to the castle. "I seemed to hear my name and Malfoy's name just now."
"I asked him some questions about magic, and he used you and Malfoy as examples.
"Oh, I see." Ronald lost interest when he heard it had something to do with magic.
At night, Harry lay in bed thinking about what Tom had said during the day.
Tom analyzed him too thoroughly. On the one hand, he wanted to enjoy his leisure time at Hogwarts, and on the other hand, he felt a sense of crisis after encountering Voldemort for two consecutive years.
He kept wavering between trying to get better and being lazy and giving up. After finally studying hard for a few days, Quidditch and other temptations would come one after another.
"Ronald," Harry called out suddenly.
Neville had fallen asleep in the dormitory, and the other two roommates were still playing cards in the lounge. Song Youli was awake, and Ling'en was watching the artillery team's wonderful painting of the moon.
Ronald was startled by Harry's shout and looked at him in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"Let's start tutoring ourselves next week." Harry repeated Tom's method. He planned to ask Professor McGonagall for a classroom on Monday. He would get the notebook in a week and then follow the exercises.
When Harry was halfway through his words, Ronald's face fell. He listened to Harry's words with great patience, then sighed weakly:
"Harry, are you provoked by Tom?"
"He's just a freak.
No matter how hard we try, we can never become like him.
We can just learn magic in class.
The professors will teach you everything we need to know.
Look at Fred and George, they play all day and they've learned a lot of spells too.
After graduation, they'll only use the common ones.
Why bother with so much?"
For the first time, Harry discovered that there was a generation gap between him and Ronald.
He never considered himself Voldemort's nemesis, nor was he some kind of boy-who-lived, but Harry inevitably felt that he was indeed different. No one else had as much involvement with Voldemort as he did.
Oh, and there's a Tom.
So he can't just muddle through like Ronald said, he should at least work hard.
"Ronald, it's boring to stay here for the whole weekend anyway, why not give it a try..."
Harry still refused to give up and tried to persuade Ronald, but in the end, he could not overcome the feelings between them, and Ronald reluctantly agreed.
But Harry wasn't sure how long Ronald could hold out for him.
Are we...really going to find Malfoy?
Not to mention that Harry suddenly stood up and even wanted to confront Malfoy.
The next day after breakfast, Tom came to Hagrid's cabin again.
Although he drank too much yesterday, Hagrid did not forget what he promised Tom and was not surprised by his arrival.
"Tom, wait for me for a moment."
Hagrid went back to the cabin and took out a bag full of things.
"You forgot to take the wild boar skin I promised you yesterday. There are also some materials I collected. I don't know what they are used for, but they are all dropped by magical animals.
The pocket was open, and Tom saw a lot of materials, some of which were very rare, while others were very common.
But just like Hagrid said, he had no sensitivity to the materials or even the value of money, so Tom didn't blame him. He thanked him and put the bag away.
Seeing his large bag being put into a small bag by Tom, the half-blood giant grumbled enviously, "The Traceless Extension Charm is really something."
"Why don't you just make one yourself? As long as the Ministry of Magic doesn't find out, there's no problem."
Hagrid smiled awkwardly. "I hadn't learned this spell when I was expelled."
"By the way, Tom, what magical creatures are you looking for in the Forbidden Forest this time? I know exactly where they live."
The young man said casually, "Oh, you should be more familiar with this. I'm looking for the Acromantula Aravada.
Hagrid's smile froze on his face.
Chapter 231 Tom: You Have No Right to Call My Name
"W-what Aragog?"
After a brief panic, Hagrid forced a smile, "There are indeed Acromantulas in the Forest of the Seven Deadly Sins, but they live in the deepest part of the Forbidden Forest, almost reaching the outer forests. It's really too far away.
"Tom, I'll take care of this little thing. Do you need spider legs or venom?"
Hagrid felt bitter.
He felt that he had conflicts with both Tom Riddles, and that the other Tom had framed him to death, causing him to be expelled and almost imprisoned in Azkaban.
Although Tom had helped him many times, what he said frightened him.
"Hagrid, you're really not suited to lying, and I'm too lazy to beat around the bush with you."
Tom couldn't bear it anymore. His eyes were wandering, he was at a loss, and his words were stuttering with a strong sense of flattery.
It was as if the words 'I'm lying' were carved on his face.
"Do you know how I found the Chamber of Secrets?" the young man said softly, "I gained a memory of Voldemort's youth. It contained you, Aragog, and even the day you were expelled."
Hagrid's face turned pale as Tom continued, "Actually, I have a very good relationship with the centaurs.
They said there's a massive colony of giant acromantula in the Forbidden Forest, one of the largest in the world.
There's even a spider king among them, who just happened to appear in the last few decades."
"Why, do you want me to produce more evidence?"
Tom smiled calmly. "Hagrid, I asked you to find the Acromantula, not because I couldn't find it, but because I didn't want to make things awkward.
Although you're a big talker and a bit clueless, you're actually a good person.
You even helped me get a lot of the materials I needed, so I'm giving you a favor."
Hagrid:
Is this a compliment to him?
"Alright..." Hagrid dejectedly acknowledged Aragog's existence. "I don't want you to see it because I'm afraid you'll start a fight. It has great malice towards humans."
"Can't you just go through me if you want any materials?"
"That's really not possible."
Tom was already walking towards the Forbidden Forest when his voice drifted over: "The amount of Acromantula venom I need is astronomical.
Even if we squeezed every Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest dry, it wouldn't be enough.
So this is a long-term deal, so naturally we have to negotiate it in person."
"Hagrid, if you don't come and lead the way, don't blame me if a fight breaks out."
"Eh? Wait for me!" Taking advantage of his size, Hagrid quickly caught up with him and asked in confusion, "Tom, what do you need so much venom for?"
Tom cast a Shrinking Earth spell on himself to keep up with Hagrid's speed. "How exactly do we change the world? It's a very complicated matter. Even if I tell you, you won't understand."
"But if the negotiations go smoothly, I will give you a small portable world, as big as the one I mentioned last time."
After he said that, Hagrid's depression dissipated a lot.
So what does Tom need so much Acromantula venom for?
Isn't it just to prepare for 'my chat'?
Today, the 'WoChat' notebook can record nearly a million words of chat content when fully loaded, and you can even use the elimination spell to clear all chat content and reuse it.
How could Tom allow this to happen? He would not be able to make any money then.
Even if promoting 'Wo Chat' can bring other hidden benefits, he cannot lose money to gain publicity, so restrictions must be made.
The venom of the eight-eyed giant spider has a strong repulsion to magic, so ordinary wizards can't even clear the chat history, let alone shrink the text for storage. If he cuts off some pages, he can also reduce costs.
Isn't the 'traffic fee' already paid?
Therefore, the eight-eyed giant spider must work for him, and even if it accompanies Lin, it can't be kept.
The two walked very quickly and reached the depths of the forbidden forest in about half an hour.
With Hagrid around, there was no need to choose a safe route. Just keep moving towards your destination, taking a sip from the wine bag from time to time.
I took Tom out of the city, drank some wine and hummed some songs, when suddenly a horse... No, a few centaurs suddenly jumped out.
Hagrid was taken aback for a moment, but then he smiled and said hello: "Margaret, long time no see. Are you on patrol today?"
"That's right." Magre nodded. "Someone in the tribe has noticed you, Hagrid. What are you doing in the land of the Witch?"
Although this question was directed at Hagrid, what Margaret really wanted to ask was Tom.
Last year, he and Firenze were tortured by Tom for the entire semester. This semester, Tom didn't come to give them extra lessons every week.
Today, he and Hagrid appeared here again, and Magre was so scared that he hurried over to investigate the situation.
The several centaurs following behind him also looked at Tom warily. The previous conflict made them remember this arrogant little wizard.
"Just passing by." Hagrid laughed: "We are going to the territory of the Acromantula. I will come to see you when I have time."
"Well, be careful." Magre nodded and led his people to make way.
"Let's talk another day." Tom smiled at Magary, which made the centaur leader's heart skip a beat.
This is definitely not a compliment.
Haven't you already mastered all the centaur herbal medicine skills? Why are you still trying to harm me?
If Tom knew that Magary actually slandered him, he would definitely cry out for injustice.
He came with good news.
From now on, the horse people no longer have to be unemployed vagrants, but can become a glorious worker, working hard to make the special paper needed for him.
Margaret and Firenze will be moved to tears, right?
If these two centaurs were not also his teachers, Tom would never have given them such a great opportunity to change class.
.....
Finally, after walking for about half an hour, Hagrid's expression became much more serious.
"Tom, we have arrived at the territory of the Acromantula. Aragog and his descendants will not attack me, but you are a stranger and it is easy to provoke their hostility."
"Don't worry, I have a good temper, especially to people who are useful to me." Tom said seriously.
Hagrid twitched his lips. "Tom, you're such an honest boy, but there's no need to be so explicit about some things."
The two came to a depression. The depression was surrounded by towering trees, and only the part in front of the depression was bare. A huge spider web covered the depression, making it impossible to see the scenery inside.
"Aragog!" Hagrid yelled inside.
In response to him, there were rustling sounds coming from all directions, some in the trees and some from underground.
Hagrid immediately stood in front of Tom and picked up the bow and arrow on his back. Even though he could use the wand openly, many of his habits had already been formed. At least now the bow and arrow could bring him more sense of security than the wand.
Vast numbers of spiders slid down silk threads from the tall trees and emerged from the ground. These spiders ranged in size, the smallest larger than a house-elf, and the largest larger than a Thestral pulling a cart.
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"Stop! I want to see Aragog! Stop!"
Hagrid roared at the spiders and shot an arrow as a warning.
The spiders that were surrounding the two from all directions did stop, but they only left them with less than ten meters of space to move.
"Hagrid, this is the first time you've brought outsiders here."
A crackling noise and a hoarse, deep male voice came from the depression, and a huge spider as big as an elephant emerged from the spider web. Its body and legs were black with gray, and each eye on its ugly head with a large hemorrhoid was covered with a layer of white.
This is also a cataract spider.
It was also the first time that Tom learned that animals could also get cataracts.
"This is my friend, my benefactor." Hagrid said loudly: "Let your descendants step back and don't scare my friend!"
"Benefactor?" Aragog did not do as Hagrid said, but looked at Tom with his weak eyesight.
"Still a student? How can a student be your benefactor?"
Hagrid shouted, "Because he solved the Mist of the Chamber of Secrets, the Ministry of Magic dropped the charges against me. Aragog, Tom is also your benefactor. You are no longer a murderer in people's eyes!"
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"I don't care.
Aragog continued to play with his claws, "Hagrid, I promised not to hurt you or humans, but when fresh human flesh is delivered to my door, I simply cannot refuse them.
"Take him away quickly. I can only buy you ten seconds."
Hagrid's face changed. This was the biggest difference between beasts and humans. Driven by instinct, no king of a tribe could suppress it.
He wanted to pull Tom away, but Tom nimbly dodged his big hand and said loudly:
"Aragog, since you can't control your offspring, let me help you."
"You?" The Spider King sneered: "If you can do it, then go ahead. I don't care even if you kill them. I have too many descendants.
"No need to bother."
Tom took out the basilisk's head and threw it on the ground.
boom---!
The heavy snake head fell to the ground, splashing a large amount of dust.
The annoying snapping sound disappeared, and after a brief silence, the eight-eyed giant spiders screamed and retreated like a tide, much faster than when they pounced on them.
thump---!
Aragog also wanted to escape, but his old body was out of control. His spider legs were too weak to support his body, and he fell to the ground in a mess.
In a blink of an eye, the entire open space was occupied by the motionless Aragog, while his descendants fled frantically towards a farther distance.
"This is...this is..." Aragog's voice was trembling.
"You don't even dare to say that name?"
Tom played with his wand and said with a playful smile: "I killed this basilisk."
"Since you don't even dare to say the name of the basilisk, you have no right to say my name. Just call me... Lord. Do you understand?"
Hagrid was dumbfounded.
Starting from tomorrow I can only update twice a day at least. I really can't hold on any longer. After all, I'm not a full-time writer, and most of the time I'm in a hurry to finish the manuscript. [There are always some unsatisfactory aspects of what I write.
Chapter 232: The Sixth Trial Completed, Dumbledore's Meditation
Aragog let out a bloodcurdling whimper, but there was no anger in him, only fear.
"Please, please put him away, Hagrid, help me!" Aragog begged, squirming desperately into the hollow.
How afraid is the Acromantula of the Basilisk?
Even Voldemort at his peak was unable to intimidate wizards to the same degree. This was a fear ingrained in their bones. When Aragog was still being raised by Hagrid, he knew that the basilisk in the castle had awakened.
But he didn't even dare to say it. Even though he was slandered for killing Myrtle, he didn't dare to tell Hagrid the truth.
"..."
Hagrid's throat moved, his breathing and heartbeat quickened, but in the end he still couldn't say Tom's name completely.
No, are all of you Tom Riddles crazy? You chose a name and don't let others call it, right?!
"Still want to run?"
Half of Aragog's body had shrunk into the depression, and Tom directly threw the basilisk's body out. Because a lot of it had been disassembled, the remaining length was only twenty meters, which was still a huge monster.
Half of the snake's body flew into the air and lashed down like a whip. Tom didn't use much force, and it could even be said that he placed the remaining body of the basilisk on Aragog.
But even with the simplest contact, Aragog trembled wildly as if he had been electrocuted.
"Please, Lord, Master, merciful Lord, please forgive me! I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"
It was hard to imagine a decades-old spider crying. Tom frowned when he heard it.
It's so ugly.
Tom retrieved the remains of the basilisk, and Aragog finally felt better, but it still took him a long time to regain his mobility, and none of his descendants dared to return.
"Stand there, don't move." The boy played with his wand and spoke lazily, and the eight-eyed giant spider's small movements immediately stopped.
"I come here with sincerity." Tom spoke softly, but a heart-pounding arc of light was dancing on the tip of his staff.
"But only when you understand your own position will you understand how valuable this sincerity is, am I right, Arak?
"Awaken the deaf, Lord."
Aragog was humble, not daring to disobey. "I am already old and confused, and my eyes are almost blind. I failed to recognize your strength. Please forgive my rudeness for Hagrid's sake."
"I thought you only mastered human language, but now I see I underestimated you."
Tom raised his eyebrows slightly. His words showed more emotional intelligence than the young wizards in Hogwarts. It seemed that Aragog had not wasted the past fifty years.
But looking at the palace in the sea of consciousness that still showed no reaction, Tom smiled.
"Can spiders lie?"
Tom stepped forward, and his wand turned into a golden whip. Dozens of trees behind Aragog exploded instantly, and sawdust flew all over the sky.
"Aragog, I'll give you one last chance."
"I know what you desire. The tribe is not important to you. Only you are important. Even though you are very old now, you still hope to live to the day of your death."
Tom's words turned into heavy hammers, hitting Aragog's heart one by one.
"Compared to the basilisk, you Acromantulas are so weak. Let me think of a way to kill them faster.
"How's Fiendfyre?"
A blue flame appeared in his hand, quickly expanding from a small fireball into a falling sun. The temperature around him rose rapidly, and Aragog felt that the hair on his legs was singed, but he did not dare to move.
Don't dare to move at all!
Gulp!
Hagrid's throat moved and he swallowed.
This, this is Lihuo?!
A student mastered a powerful destructive technique that could land him in Azkaban for life?
Dumbledore, help me!
"Will you choose to be a docile sheep and die a peaceful death, or be an unyielding lion and fight your way out?"
The fireball gradually shrank and was finally extinguished by Tom's hand.
"I surrender, Lord, and you will be my master from now on."
Hesitation for even a second is disrespectful to your own life, Aragog said hastily, collecting the fangs and claws and actively bending the spider legs.
This is the Acromantula's, or rather all spiders', way of expressing submission.
Survival is the instinct of all living things, but the closer it is to human intelligence, the lower the bottom line will be.
Because Aragog was raised by a wizard, he often has the thinking mode of a human. If it were his descendants, they would also be panicked at this time, but they would not understand the absolute submission that Tom wants, and would need repeated training.
So sometimes being too smart is not a good thing, it will make you
At the same time, the sixth palace in Tom's mind was completely lit up.
The Sixth Trial: Snake, Completed.
The young man smiled slightly, took a few steps back and sat down. A stone chair appeared in a moment and accommodated him steadily.
"Aragog, congratulations on becoming the second... no, the second species of employee of the Riddle Corporation.
"staff?"
The Acromantula was bewildered: "What can a spider like me do?"
"Manage your descendants well. I will come to collect the venom every once in a while. If any Acromantula dies, their bodies will be handed over to Hagrid.
Tom looked at Hagrid, who looked like an outsider. "Hagrid, can you come over and help me collect spider corpses every week?"
There are two types of venom in the Acromantula.
The first type is the ordinary venom that accumulates in the poison sac. Although it is also a rare material, it is cabbage compared to the venom produced by the poison sac mutation after the death of the giant spider.
Each drop of the mutated venom produced after the death of the eight-eyed giant spider can be sold for nearly a hundred Galleons.
It not only has powerful magic-blocking properties, but is also a perfect catalyst that can be adapted to many potions and alchemy, allowing their quality to be greatly improved.
Ordinary venom is used to make "I Chat", while mutant venom is for his own use. In Slytherin's heritage, many poisons and experiments use mutant venom.
After hearing Tom's request, Hagrid stammered, "I have no problem with that...but...but Acromantulas have a habit of eating their own corpses. They are excellent food for them."
"What feudal customs?" Tom waved his hand. "I don't care about other spiders, but at least in the Forbidden Forest, all the spider corpses will belong to me. Aragog, can you do this?"
"Lord, I can do it." Alavak promised solemnly.
"With my orders, even if those children are dissatisfied, they dare not disobey. I will help Hagrid keep the good ones."
Aragog sold his son to survive, so Hagrid naturally didn't dare to raise any objections and nodded in agreement.
Tom smiled and said, "Hagrid, I won't let you help me for nothing."
"No, Tom, I'm not..." The half-blood giant quickly waved his large hands like a palm-leaf fan, "Anyway, I come to the Forbidden Forest almost every day. This is nothing. I'm not greedy for rewards.
"Just because you don't want it doesn't mean I shouldn't give it to you."
Tom interrupted him. "In the Chamber of Secrets, I gained knowledge from Slytherin.
He not only has a deep understanding of magic, but also has unique insights into species fusion.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to cultivate a basilisk that can survive for a thousand years."
"Don't you want this knowledge?"
Aragog's body trembled again when he heard the basilisk, while Hagrid opened his eyes wide and gasped.
Oh no, he really wants this.
Hagrid's dream is to breed new magical animals so that he can have more of his favorite little ones. Is there any knowledge about Slytherin's species fusion?
If he can master it, then can he even breed fire dragons and basilisks?
The words of refusal came to his lips but he couldn't say them. In the end, Hagrid blushed and stammered a thank you.
Tom smiled and indicated that he was welcome.
Tom would never miss such a good opportunity to use other people's money to benefit himself, and he did not expect Hagrid to be loyal to him and betray Dumbledore. He just wanted Hagrid to help him collect materials wholeheartedly every week.
Besides Uncle Newt, Hagrid is the only one in the world who is most suitable for this job.
So can the price for hiring Mr. Newt be the same as hiring Hagrid?
In the end, he still earned 0...
"Aragog, bring your child back and get to work.
At Tom's command, Aragog screamed and began to summon his offspring. The fleeing eight-eyed giant spiders soon came back, but this time they didn't dare to surround Tom and Hagrid at all, and they all hid far away.
Tom took out the containers he had prepared in advance - three glass bottles with necks as big as the carriage.
One contains the venom of an adult spider, one contains the venom of a juvenile spider, and the last one is reserved for Aragog's use alone.
It took two hours to squeeze all the spiders. Most of them collapsed to the ground with weak legs and couldn't even stand up.
What a bunch of empty spiders, they can't handle such a small amount.
Tom felt that he should know when to stop and not be too aggressive.
In case it affects the reproduction of the eight-eyed giant spider's offspring and breaks the clan's inheritance, he will have to find new ones.
After leaving the Forbidden Forest, Tom promised Hagrid that he would give him the promised suitcase next week and returned to the castle. Hagrid absent-mindedly went to the vegetable garden to till the soil.
Tom really scared him today, before because of his name, now... because of his behavior.
Too domineering, more arrogant than Tom back then, and almost as powerful as Voldemort at the height of his power. Today it's an acromantula, but what if it's facing a human?
Will he also use this kind of coercive means to force others to submit?
However, Hagrid's brain capacity obviously couldn't figure out this problem, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.
"Hagrid,Hagrid!"
The continuous calls woke Hagrid up and brought him back from his thoughts.
"Dumbledore? What brings you here?"
Hagrid quickly put down his hoe and ran out of the vegetable garden. He didn't even know when Dumbledore came.
"Pomona needs some insecticide and wants you to go to Knockturn Alley to buy it. She said you know a store that sells good quality pesticides."
Dumbledore looked at the land in the vegetable garden, where Hagrid had dug a large hole.
"Did you encounter any difficulties?"
"Well..." Hagrid scratched his head, "I just went to the Forbidden Forest with Tom."
"Oh?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "Mr. Riddle? If he wants to go to the Forbidden Forest, he shouldn't need your care.
"It's like this..." Hagrid hesitated for a moment, and then told him everything that had just happened.
In fact, Tom had no intention of hiding it from Dumbledore. If he really wanted to hide it, he would not have taken Hagrid with him.
He just wanted to tame a few spiders that were a threat to humans, but he had to do even this kind of thing in secret. How miserable must his life be?
However, Hagrid was not just complaining. After he finished explaining what happened, he saw Dumbledore was lost in thought with a frown on his face, so he quickly spoke in Tom's favor:
"I was just scared by Li Huo
I was afraid that he couldn't master this horrible magic. Actually, Tom is a very good person. He even promised..."
At this point, Hagrid quickly covered his mouth. Whether it was cultivating new species or creating small world suitcases, these things were illegal.
"I have no doubt about Mr. Riddle's intentions."
Dumbledore, like Tom expected, was not angry. He smiled at Hagrid and said, "The Fiendfyre is not a dangerous magic to him. As long as he abuses "My
An old man wouldn't bother with anything else.
"This was just a negotiation tactic used by Mr. Riddle. The result was good, wasn't it? The Acromantula suffered no casualties, and Mr. Riddle got what he wanted."
"Then why do you look unhappy?" Hagrid was puzzled. He had followed Dumbledore for so many years and was familiar with some of the old man's habits.
Dumbledore's expression just now clearly showed that he had encountered a difficult problem.
"No, I was just thinking of some past events."
Dumbledore's voice was dazed and his eyes were deep.
Fierce fire is usually a normal flame mixed with red and yellow, but the internal temperature is terrifying, and it has a cursed nature and changes its shape.
But some people are always different, they can use other colors of fierce fire and bring more characteristics.
Blue fierce fire?