Chapter 239: Detective Ginny, There Is Something Fishy Here!
Dumbledore dismissed the class after giving some instructions, leaving the students to return to the common room for free discussion.
Because of the relationship with Laws and the connection between the two schools, most of the topics actually focused on Ilvermorny.
In fact, everyone is unfamiliar with Castrobus and there is nothing much to talk about.
"Tell me how many people will come from Ilvermorny. Their total number is four times ours.
"It's just a normal exchange, I don't think many people will come."
"Does South America speak English? How will we communicate then?"
"Just use your hands to gesture. At worst, you can just keep silent. Who knows what their ancestry is?
Tom did not join the discussion with other students. He stayed in the lounge with Daphne for a while and then returned to the dormitory.
Taking out 'I Chat', Ginny has already started bombarding me with text messages.
[Red-haired maid: Where is my gift?]
[Red-haired maid: Tom, if you dare to go back on your word, I will fight you.]
Tom: How do you spell it? Use the spell I taught you to defeat me?
[Red-haired maid: I can tell Greengrass that you and Ravenclaw's Cho Zhang spent two hours at the observatory a week before the holiday.]
Tom:???
[Tom: How did you know?]
[Little Red-Haired Maid: Marauder's Map.]
[Tom: Impossible, the Marauder's Map won't show my name.]
[Red-haired maid: Haha, your name isn't displayed, but Qiu Zhang would be stupid to go to the observatory alone at night. I can't think of anyone else except you.]
hiss
Tom gasped.
This version of Ginny is too strong. Why don't you study magic instead of reasoning?
Tom: You're awesome! I've already prepared a reward. Come to the auditorium early tomorrow and I'll give it to you.
[Red-haired maid: Not tonight?]
[Tom: I'm too lazy to go out tonight.]
[Red-haired maid: Okay.]
Ginny put away her conversation with a bit of regret. If they met tonight, they would definitely go to the Room of Requirement. Maybe Tom would kidnap her again?
Ginny's face started to get hot when she thought of this.
It's obviously a very shameful thing, but after experiencing it a few times, how come I start to get used to it, and even... even crave it?
On the other side, Tom had no idea what he had done to Ginny. After making the appointment, he took out the Marauder's Map, quickly found the Gryffindor dormitory, and then zoomed in.
It was clear that Ronald's name and Peter Pettigrew's name were almost exactly the same, which made Tom feel a chill.
He sympathized with Ronald in this matter. Scabbers, also known as Peter Pettigrew, was Percy's pet until their first year. Percy was elected prefect in the fifth year.
His family gave him an owl, and then Banban was given to Ronald.
Ronald is simply the Weasley family's hangout, and any second-hand items will fall into his hands.
As for why Peter Pettigrew didn't hide his name, Tom thought that either he thought that with the annihilation of the raiders, no one would use the map again, or he didn't master the magic to protect his real name.
As for how to catch him, Tom didn't even think about it.
The next morning, Tom left the common room before seven o'clock, but Ginny arrived earlier than him.
She had been watching the stairs, and when she saw Tom appear, she immediately jumped up to meet him, holding out her hand:
"Where's the gift? Take it out quickly."
"Not here, follow me.
Leading them into a classroom next door, Tom took out the gold pocket watch, the reward Ginny had been waiting for for a long time.
"Pocket watch?" The girl frowned, but soon relaxed.
"It's okay. It looks valuable. I'll sell it when I'm short of money."
Tom rolled his eyes and said: "If you dare to sell it, I will lock you up in the room and make you live in seclusion forever.
real?
Ginny wanted to ask this, but she held it back and said stubbornly, "It's just a watch, why are you so fierce about it?"
"You don't know the value of this." Tom shook his head helplessly.
The watch case popped open with a click, and Ginny became even more confused. It looked like an ordinary pocket watch, there was nothing special about it.
Tom lightly pressed the top button, and the entire surface began to rotate. The dial with the time scale disappeared, and a light yellow vertical pupil appeared.
"Petrified."
Tom spoke lightly, and a yellow light shot out from his vertical pupils, hitting Ginny who was caught off guard, and the girl was unable to move.
"This is the Eye of Petrification. I made it from a basilisk's eye. You've seen its use, petrification. I originally wanted to make it an instant death effect, but regardless of whether I can do it, I wouldn't dare use it even if I gave it to you."
Looking at Ginny with a half-smile, Tom lifted her chin with his wand: "Why, are you still thinking about selling it for money?"
Tom pressed the button again, and the snake pupil turned around and turned into a normal dial again, and Ginny's petrified state was also lifted.
She almost threw herself into Tom's arms, but not to cuddle, but to grab the Eye of Petrification.
"How would I know it's powerful if you don't tell me? I was wrong. Give it to me now."
Ginny took the pocket watch and played with it lovingly. She thought it was an ordinary pocket watch, but it turned out to be a special magic prop.
"Snape must not see this." Tom reminded the girl who was grinning from ear to ear.
"Huh?" Ginny looked at him in surprise. "You stole it from Snape?"
"Ouch! What are you doing!"
Ginny covered her head with her hands. This hit was really painful, and tears came out of her eyes.
"I said I made it myself, why are you still talking about stealing it?" Tom said angrily, "Snape asked me for the basilisk's eye before, and I told him it was destroyed. With his eyesight, he could tell at a glance that this thing was related to the snake pupil."
"Do you think he'll target you or me, given his petty nature?"
Ginny nodded in fear, "You have a really good understanding of your dean."
Tom rolled his eyes. "Nonsense."
Ever since they learned that Ilvermorny and Castellobus were about to arrive, the students had no interest in class and the teachers were distracted from the topic.
The Transfiguration class turned directly into a behavioral norms class, and Professor McGonagall was warning the students to behave themselves the whole time.
If anyone brings shame to Hogwarts, she will make the little wizard lose the smile on his face.
It is said that after the fourth grade get out of class, she called George and Fred to her office. After a long time, the two came out dejectedly and immediately became much more obedient.
In the Charms class, Professor Levi talked about some South American friends he knew.
"They told me that Castellobus is a school built on the ruins of an ancient site.
A Muggle archaeological team once wanted to conduct research, but they were all driven away by a repelling spell.
There's also a guardian spirit called the Keppola there, but I've never seen one.
I heard it's quite cute."
"Wizards from there are very good at magic related to nature, because their school is located in a vast forest. They are also good at transfiguration and can transform into various animals."
"Animagus?" Hermione blurted out.
Flitwick smiled and said, "It's very similar to an Animagus, but it's actually different. First of all, an Animagus can cast spells without a wand and can transform very quickly, while Castrobusher's human transformation requires a special material and the assistance of a wand."
"This kind of magic requires little skill from the wizard, but the potion is quite expensive. I once encountered a wizard from Castellobus in a duel. He transformed into a bear but still lost. He looked very pained when he left the match."
"Can potions be used in dueling competitions?" Seamus Finnigan asked in surprise.
"As long as it's homemade, it's fine." Flitwick hinted wildly: "Professor Snape has mastered many useful formulas.
In the Herbology class, the young wizard turned into a gardener and trimmed the flowers and plants under the guidance of Professor Sprout.
Terry Butt didn't know how to use the right measure and cut off too much Manila grass.
He immediately received Sprout's dissatisfied look and was sent to carry soil.
It can be seen that the professors are less nervous than the students.
The deans are all experts in their respective fields. Their only weakness is this group of students. If they are not careful, they can ruin their reputation in the field of education.
Filch was even more crazy. He ran around the castle for two consecutive days, wishing that every floor tile could be used as a mirror and every portrait was absolutely level and square.
Many people dislike Filch, but in fact, this person loves Hogwarts as much as anyone else.
Finally, it was the second day after school started.
At five o'clock, all students were notified to come to the auditorium. Everyone keenly noticed that the length of the long table had increased and there were four more chairs in the guest of honor seats.
Through this change, people should have guessed that the person who came this time would not have any big plans.
"I don't know if I recognize the teacher leading the team." Rouse sighed to Dumbledore: "Come to think of it, I haven't been back to Ilvermorny for a long time."
"Will the answer be revealed soon?" Dumbledore smiled and said, "Minerva has gone to pick someone up and will probably be back soon."
"Well, let's wait and see," Fang Di nodded.
It was just an informal exchange group, and Dumbledore was not qualified to lead all the teachers and students to welcome them. Professor McGonagall alone was enough.
Crunch! Crunch!
After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the rarely used main door of the auditorium was pushed open, and everyone looked over at the door.
Professor McGonagall led two teams in. Each team was led by two adult wizards, one male and one female, and followed by seven students.
Dumbledore stood up and led everyone to stand up, smiling and applauding to welcome the two schools.
Tom looked at the students of the two schools curiously.
The leopard print robes of Castrobusher almost blinded his eyes, while the robes of Ilvermorny were much more normal, regular wizard robes, but with high collars and different patterns embroidered on the cuffs and chests, representing that these students came from different colleges.
One of the blonde girls made him look at her twice. She was very beautiful, with a condescending expression, and like Malfoy, she looked down on people with her nose.
But Tom always felt that this girl looked familiar...
In addition to Tom, many boys also focused their attention on the girl and were all amazed.
Facing so many people's gazes, the girl just hummed softly, without any tension or discomfort, as if it was her due.
Another eye-catcher was the female teacher from Ilvermorny. Although she was only of average appearance, she had a hot body with a curvy figure, which made the students' mouths dry with thirst.
The more Ross applauded, the more he felt something was wrong. When the group walked to the main guest seat and Dumbledore shook hands with the four leading professors, he finally thought of something.
"Frank?!"
After shaking hands with Dumbledore, the male teacher leading the Ilvermorny team smiled playfully and looked at Royce:
"Wilkinson, I thought you didn't recognize me. It seems you're not that old and blind."
Dumbledore's smile faltered slightly.
Was he AOE'd?
Rouse still had an expression of disbelief: "How can someone like you be a professor?"
Um???
Both professors and students were more energetic now.
Listening to the tense conversation between the two, I can tell there's something fishy going on!
Chapter 240: Elegant Language Art, Cassandra's Attention
It is human nature to love eating melons, and even the king of the century is not immune to it.
Dumbledore simply stood aside and handed the stage to Ross and Frank, and the students stretched their necks to look at the guest of honor seats.
Hearing Ross's subconscious complaint, Frank's face darkened. "Wilkinson, if even a wanted criminal like you can become a professor, don't I have more qualifications than you?"
the wanted?
There was a sound of gasps in the auditorium, and everyone's gaze towards Ross changed.
Is Professor Wilkinson still unable to escape the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts?
I never thought that you, a professor with thick eyebrows and big eyes who usually treats students like friends, would actually be a wanted criminal?
Dumbledore's face changed slightly, and Ross began to speak eloquently:
"Bullshit, Frank Graves! Did you end up with your mouth in your mother's a** when you were born? Now you're speaking from your a**hole? How come the words you say are even more stinky than those bastards!"
"My wanted order has been cancelled long ago, but it's only in North America. You, Graves, are not human beings, but you still keep me on the hook. What good is that? This is called misusing public resources for personal gain." "Sooner or later, I will send your uncle to the tower for life."
"I just slept with your aunt, not your mother. Why are you so excited? Are you trying to get me to sign up? Give me the photo first. I've forgotten what your mother looks like and your father looks like after all these years!"
quiet!
Deathly silence!
Both students and professors were stunned by Ross's beautiful language and the shocking news he revealed.
In a passage that was extremely revealing, everyone accurately extracted the key information: Wilkinson slept with Frank Graves's aunt?
Frank looks about the same age as Wilkinson, both are close to 30 years old.
hiss---!
The taste is very strong!
The temperature in the auditorium rose rapidly due to the lack of cooling air, but no matter how fast it rose, it could not keep up with Frank's fever.
Well, now he is famous. Not only is 093 an Ilferm, but Hogwarts and Castellobus will also know about their family's scandal.
"I'm going to fight you!" Frank growled and reached out to grab his wand, but another female teacher from Ivermorny was faster and held his hand tightly.
"Calm down, Frank!" the witch whispered. "What are you trying to do, attack Dumbledore's professor in front of him?"
"Ahem!" Old Deng coughed at the right moment, and put his hand, which had already made a spell-casting gesture, to his mouth.
Frank felt as if he was enveloped by a huge aura. Although the auditorium was hot enough for him to wear short sleeves, he still felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. His bloodshot eyes immediately became clear again.
Frank took a deep breath. "I'm fine... Soren."
"Sauron...?" Ross frowned again and stared at the woman for a long time, especially at some key parts.
Soran didn't mind, instead he straightened his back proudly and said, "Ross, your memory is still as bad as before."
"Soren...Soren Caruso?" Rouse's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Merlin's nipple covers! Weren't you the quick master of Hundred Deductions?"
When Ross pointed out his dark history, Soran was not angry, but smiled proudly and said: "Women are willing to do anything to become beautiful.
Ross was speechless and gave a thumbs up to express his admiration.
It has shrunk by two-thirds in an instant, it is indeed a follower.
"Don't try to get close to my fiancée." Frank stood between the two of them, glaring at Ross fiercely. "If you have the guts, don't ever return to North America, or I'll have the Aurors arrest you immediately."
He didn't dare to take action in front of Dumbledore, so he didn't dare to speak harshly either?
"It's inevitable that some professors will be emotionally agitated after a long separation. This exchange will provide ample time for you to catch up."
Dumbledore tried to smooth things over with a smile, leaving everyone speechless.
You deserve to be the principal. Your ability to lie with your eyes open is unmatched by others even on a flying broom.
Dumbledore said a few polite words, welcoming the teachers and students of the two schools on behalf of Hogwarts, and introduced several leading professors to the Hogwarts students:
Frank Graves, one of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors at Ilvermorny.
Soren Caruso, professor of Buddhist magic transfiguration.
Alessio Vera, Professor of Transfiguration at Castellobusche
Isabella Kamado, Professor of Special Potions.
Special Potions class?
Tom looked closely at the tanned young woman, wondering if it was the kind of potion that Professor Flitwick had mentioned that assisted in transformation.
After the introductions, Dumbledore let them take their seats and choose any house they wanted.
Ilvermorny chose Slytherin, and Castrobusher chose Hufflepuff.
There was a sumptuous dinner on the plate, comparable to the beginning of the school year. However, because the drama just now was too exciting, everyone's mind was obviously not on the food. They were whispering in groups of three or four, and occasionally glanced at the guest of honor seat.
Ross hadn't changed at all. He was thick-skinned and acted as if nothing had happened. He chatted and laughed with Professor Flitwick, and from time to time he would go past the professors to reminisce about the past with Soran.
Frank's face looked much uglier. He had really brought shame upon himself abroad this time.
There were also some students trying to communicate with the guests. Needless to say, there was no language barrier for those from Ilvermorny, the worst that could be said was that they were not used to the accent.
And Castrobus would not send a few students who did not understand English to communicate. As they were all in the Latin department, English should be the easiest language to learn.
Soon, a piece of news that surprised Tom came to his ears.
The pretty girl who looked at people with her nose like Malfoy had a name that was very familiar to him——Cassandra Worley!
Another familiar person appears, and appears in a disordered timeline.
But this only surprised Tom for a moment. He had traveled through time and space, and there were two old men and a little beauty living in his mind.
Such an outrageous thing has happened, so what does it matter if someone suddenly shows up?
Unless you tell him that Astoria was Altria in her previous life, he will be shocked.
However, Tom didn't care about Cassandra's sudden appearance, but Cassandra paid special attention to him.
After establishing contact with a pure-blood Slytherin girl, Cassandra asked casually in a tone that was so arrogant that it seemed like she cared nothing for anyone: "I heard that the author of 'Bloodline' was a Slytherin student?"
"Bloodline Theory?" The girl who was asked looked confused.
"Oh, it's called 'A History of the Magical World' here."
The girl suddenly realized and nodded to Tom, who was sitting between Astoria and Daphne: "That's it, the best-looking boy in the school, Tom Riddle.
He's not only handsome, but also a genius.
Even though he's a Muggle, no one in Slytherin disrespects him.
Oh, maybe there are some, but they don't dare to show it."
Cassandra looked over and saw that Tom was like he had no hands. He was eating a bite of beef fed by Daphne on the left and a bite of cod fed by Astoria on the right.
Is this the person she's looking for?
Cassandra was a little suspicious that the girl was trying to trick her, but the people around her didn't show any unusual reaction.
This useless guy who even needs to be fed is really the Tom Riddle who is famous all over the world?
But, he is really good looking...
After the dinner, Dumbledore stood up early and stopped everyone who was about to leave.
He spoke loudly, making sure everyone could hear what he said next: "To avoid panic and misunderstanding, I must make a clarification for Professor Wilkinson."
"When he first applied for the position, he was incredibly honest and told me the truth. The university has no right to interfere with an employee's personal love life. However, as Professor Wilkinson himself said, the warrant for his arrest has been revoked, proving it was all a misunderstanding."
"So please refrain from excessive speculation and unnecessary associations. His teaching level and dedication are obvious to all. I am proud that Hogwarts has such a dedicated and dedicated Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
Old Dumbledore was still very reliable. He started to operate after Ross showed qualified standards. Now the Wizarding Federation's wanted order had been withdrawn long ago, and some of the bounties were just wanted orders issued separately in North America by the Graves family using their power.
The students didn't react much. In fact, they had already heard it clearly. They looked at Rouse with admiration.
Can play!
Only Frank had a gloomy face. He thought he could beat Ross this time, so he specially applied to lead the team for exchange. But Frank turned out to be even more shameless than before, using a lot of little words. I don't know which b*****d he learned it from.
"A-choo!" Tom, who was in the crowd, suddenly sneezed. Infancy and Astoria immediately looked at him with concern.
"You're not going to catch a cold, are you? I'll give it to you."
"It turns out that Volley and I are actually relatives!"
Back in the dormitory, Malfoy excitedly shared his gains tonight with those around him, his tail almost sticking up in the air: "See, this is the huge foundation of the Malfoy family. There are even branches in another ocean."
Rozier shouted: "Can you have more relatives than me? Go out and ask around, France, Spain, Italy, there are Roziers everywhere.
"Besides, his last name is Volley, not Malfoy."
"What do you know?"
Malfoy was annoyed at Rosier's sabotage, but he still explained to the equally puzzled crowd: "The Malfoy family moved from France to England a thousand years ago, but some people stayed and later went to Prussia.
It was only in the last century that they moved to the United States."
"The Wally family is from that branch, but..." Malfoy was a little embarrassed when he said this, and he hesitated.
Nott, a history buff, added, "It's just that the Malfoy family had no male descendants at that time, so they had to merge with the Dueler family.
"That's about it."
Not being able to give birth to a boy is a shameful thing for any family, except for the special case of Greengrass.
Facing the mocking glances of many pure-bloods, Malfoy tried to save his dignity: "Do you know how prosperous the Volley family is in America now? They're not descendants of the Twelve Aurors, but they're the richest pure-bloods there, with businesses all over the world."
"What? You still want to be a gigolo?" Daphne just came out to find someone to help her with her homework, and she said casually.
Malfoy's pale face began to turn red, and he was rarely shy. He said coyly: "Well, it's not impossible?"
Pansy Parkinson felt like the sky was falling.
Daphne rolled her eyes: "You should look in the mirror first. When you are half as pretty as Tom, you can try it. Nott, help me with this week's history homework.
"Okay!" Nott agreed very servilely, and the other students burst into laughter.
"Malfoy, do you hear that? You're not far off from wanting to be a gigolo."
"Yes, it would be better if Tom were here."
"Is Tom still a gigolo?"
"Doesn't Greengrass count?"
"Come on, have you ever seen a gigolo maintain intimate relationships with multiple girls?"
"That makes sense."
The boys were envious again.
Tom, who is envied by everyone, is calling out to Rouse frantically. He wants to eat the melon, and eat it right away!
After being bombarded with dozens of text messages, Rolls finally replied.
[West Coast Wizards: Boss, that girl Soren, Jenny is so hot!].
Chapter 241: Each Has His Own Agenda, Cassandra's Provocation
Tom:???
[Tom: It's over so soon?]
Tom felt that Russell Wilkinson had serious mental problems.
Ross usually didn't show any desire for women, so why did he act like he was on drugs when it came to the Graves family?
[West Coast Wizard: Even if you are my boss, you can't slander me! I, Sauron, am innocent!]
[Tom: Let's not talk about that for now. Is your feud with Frank also because of his uncle?]
[West Coast Wizard: No, I had a feud with this guy before his uncle and I had a feud. In first grade, I cast a Confusion Charm in the girls' room, and Frank walked into the girls' room and got beaten up. He almost got punished by the school.]
Tom: ...You're at odds with the Graves family, aren't you? You're always looking for trouble with them.
West Coast Wizard: We can't help it. This is like the feud between Gryffindor and Slytherin. We're born to be enemies. We're from Germany, and they're from Spain. Our ancestors fought each other to death back then, and this feud continues to this day.
[West Coast Wizard: It's just that our family has declined in recent generations and hasn't produced any talented people, so we have to hide. Otherwise, we would have really risen by now.]
I think you are a talented person.
Although Ross's strength is average, his mouth and brain are much better than those of a rigid-thinking wizard.
Or...are all wizards in North America like this?
Although North America seems to be the most closed region, and even now it has been legally prohibited for wizards and No-Maj to marry each other, in fact, North American wizards are the group that are most accepting of the changes of the times.
Whether it is Tina who has been in contact with him or some information obtained from Ross, this can be proved.
Rouse explained the relationship between the three.
He, Frank, and Soren were classmates. They had been at odds since they started school and often fought. However, he had an uncle who was a professor, so he was always at a disadvantage.
Back then, Soran was as fat as a braised lion's head. Although he came from a good family, few people wanted to play with him. However, he couldn't stand seeing Ross always being bullied by Frank, so he spoke up to help him a few times.
[West Coast Wizard: How could she change so much? She even became Frank's fiancée.]
[Tom:Want to go?]
[West Coast Wizard: Boss, don't be so rude. I just want to repay her. She helped me several times in the past. Now it's my turn to help her.]
[Tom: Are you attracted to her as a person, or is it because of the added bonus of being Greenvis' fiancée?]
West Coast Wizard: Hehe, both, both. The latter is a BUFF bonus, which gives me more motivation.
Tom: I don't recall any of Prime Minister Cao's descendants going to North America. Anyway, be careful. If you need aphrodisiacs, tell me. Let's get down to business first.
Prime Minister Cao?
Ross was confused and had no idea what Tom was talking about, but he still remembered the name silently.
Tom: There's something fishy about Frank. I tried to use Legilimency to probe his memory, but I almost got caught. I don't know if he's just good at Occlumency or if he used some other method.
Tom: Didn't you say earlier that something wasn't right going on in North America? Pay close attention. Let me know if you find anything.
The spell of Occlumency was probably the one that cared least about the difference in strength. Snape had been undercover for so many years, yet Voldemort hadn't discovered anything unusual. [Original City trusted him more and more.]
Therefore, Tom is not very proficient in the study of Legilimency, and his efforts are not proportional to his gains.
When you draw someone with the same talent of Legilimency as Queenie, you can instantly wipe out decades of efforts of others and surpass them directly.
West Coast Wizard: Okay, boss. I know Frank. He's one of Graves's key wizards. He's definitely stronger than me, but he's not as smart as me. Don't worry, I'll definitely get his pants off.
While the two were planning how to take off Frank's underwear, the person involved was also furious.
The dormitory arranged for them at Hogwarts was a mess, and he smashed everything that could be smashed.
"This is too much! This is too much!"
"Dumbledore actually had the nerve to hire that idiot Rouse and even defend him just now. He doesn't even take us seriously!"
"Does he need to take you seriously?"
Soran was already accustomed to facing his angry, beast-like fiancé.
At Ilvermorny, Frank is a very popular professor among students. He is humorous, young and handsome, and has a good family background.
Many female classmates wrote him love letters.
But Soren knew very well that this was just Frank's disguise.
This is the real him now - narrow-minded, vindictive, and thinks deep down that he is superior, a born winner, and looks down on everyone.
"Frank, don't think that your family's influence in North America can influence Dumbledore."
"Sauron!" Frank said impatiently, "You are my fiancée, why are you speaking for outsiders?"
"I just want you to stay calm and not cause trouble."
Soran took the last sip of lemon tea, but due to his overly aggressive movements, a few drops of liquid fell into an indescribable abyss.
"Our goal this time is to investigate the level of the new generation of wizards in Britain for the school. If our relationship with the professors at Hogwarts becomes strained, then there's no point in investigating.
"What are you afraid of? Our main mission has already been accomplished." Frank continued to mutter in disbelief: "Lester has already successfully..."
"Shut up!" Soran shouted. "What Lester? We don't know this person, and we've never heard of him, okay?!"
After being scolded by his fiancée, Frank's face turned red again, but he finally nodded in silence.
"I see."
In another dormitory not far away, two professors from Castrobus also gathered together.
"The news about the basilisk can be confirmed to be true," Alessio Vera said, "but the specific information still needs further investigation.
"It's good that it's true," Isabella Camado nodded. "I'm just worried the British will just report it randomly to promote a rising star."
"Alessio, you and Minerva McGonagall are both professors of Transfiguration. Her reputation has always been recognized, and I have never heard anything negative about her. Try to build a good relationship with her. No matter what, we must obtain the basilisk's flesh and blood."
Alessio smiled and said, "Indeed, McGonagall and I have exchanged letters before. She is indeed a respectable professor.
"Oh?" Isabella raised her eyebrows. "Why haven't I heard you say that?"
Alessio lowered his head in embarrassment. "I'm a fan of McGonagall. I read every article she publishes carefully. I even wrote her a letter as a reader, but the person who replied seemed to be the editor of Transfiguration Today, and it was all just formal pleasantries."
"....."
Is this the correspondence you mentioned?
It is estimated that Dumbledore and Rouse, the two initiators of the exchange activities, did not expect that Ifamoqi and Castrobusher both came with a purpose.
The so-called exchange is actually very simple.
Both schools bring a student representative from each grade.
They just need to attend classes normally according to the college they chose yesterday.
They can also take classes with the professors of Hogwarts, and professors will also be selected from several grades to teach.
When Tom came to the auditorium in the morning, he happened to meet Qiu. The girl winked at him, and the two of them went to the small garden in the courtyard tacitly.
"Are you free on Saturday?" The girl's face flushed and her voice was soft: It's been a long time since I went to the library to read with you.
Tom immediately shook his head: "Forget it. I think the library is a questionable place. I don't dare to go there."
"All right."
0......Request flowers·...
The girl lowered her head in disappointment.
"Why don't I take you to see the unicorns?" Tom said with a smile, "The territory where the unicorns live is very quiet, and other animals dare not come to disturb them.
"Having morning tea and reading a book, isn't it better than being in the library?"
The girl then smiled again, nodded happily and made an appointment with Tom.
The tricks are useful and never get old. There is a fixed process for everything, even picking up girls.
Tom is using the unicorn as a cat that can do backflips. When she has a child, she must thank Dabao, Erbao, and Xiaosan for saving her life.
Ni.
Back in the auditorium, Daphne appeared yawning a while later. Tom had already told Astoria his plans for Saturday.
The sister-in-law's butt is getting more and more crooked, and Tom needs her to act as a wingman to restrain Daphne, otherwise he won't be able to handle it if she makes a fuss.
After dinner, I went to class. There was no change in the second grade curriculum today and the teachers were all from our school.
With them was a boy named Mark Collins from Ilvermorny. Tom thought Cassandra was in the same grade as him, but after hearing Malfoy's explanation, he found out that Cassandra was already in the third grade and looked about the same as Daphne.
Still looks young.
Tom wouldn't just get to know someone he knew. He couldn't handle these few people yet, and he didn't feel like adding more burden to himself.
But...just because he doesn't go looking for Cassandra doesn't mean she won't come looking for him.
After finishing the last Charms class, the Slytherin and Gryffindor students walked out of the classroom and happened to meet the third-year students coming down from upstairs.
"Tom Riddle!"
The clear voice was particularly obvious in the noisy corridor, causing many people to stop and quickly enter the "watch-watching" mode.
Who is this tough guy who dares to call Tom by his full name?
After witnessing the basilisk's head being chopped off by someone with a single blow, even the Gryffindors have become more obedient. So... anyone with the guts...
Tom also stopped and looked in the direction of the sound. The crowd made way for a passage, and Cassandra walked towards him with a proud stride. Each step seemed to be carefully crafted, and the distance between them was basically the same.
"Miss Worley, I don't think we know each other. What can I do for you?"
Tom was not only saying this to Cassandra, but also to Daphne, that he didn't know this woman at all.
"That's right, we don't know each other." Cassandra nodded calmly: "My name is Cassandra Worley."
"I know, and then what?" Tom asked in confusion.
Cassandra raised her head slightly, her beautiful chin forming a distinct curve. "You wrote 'A History of Magic', right?"
"It's pretty well written, at least the information is true, but your self-righteous evaluation is ridiculous to me."
DEF...
The corridor suddenly became quiet. Everyone held their breath and looked at Cassandra with the eyes of a warrior, not daring to breathe.
This woman... a warrior!
Daphne's eyebrows were already raised, and Hermione pulled her back, signaling her not to be impulsive.
Since Tom is here, let him handle it; they can't interfere.
Tom smiled, a smile so bright that it made Cassandra dazed for a moment. "So, what advice do you have, Miss Volley?"
"Yes, I'm here to teach you." Cassandra calmed herself down and regained her pride.
"You are free to write books, but you are free to judge the merits of pure-bloods? As a No-Maj, you don't understand the rules of our world."
"From now on, just honestly introduce history, and don't write those self-righteous ratings. You are not qualified for them."
"I'm not qualified?" Tom seemed to be asking Cassandra, but also seemed to be asking himself, and finally said softly:
"Then let me show you whether I am qualified...human."
Chapter 242: All Stuck in the Wall! Are You Using Me as Your Wingman?
(I must first explain Cassandra's personality, lest many people think that my writing is OOC. I replayed Magic Awakening these days.
Cassandra's most important characteristic is that she lets everyone know that they are inferior to her.
She believed she had an excellent bloodline and distinguished family background, and possessed powerful talents. But a Muggle-born orphan, a student her own age, judging her proudest achievement from a superior perspective?
Before she knew the protagonist, she would of course be angry, so in the previous chapter she used the word "qualified".
She thought Tom was not good enough and not qualified to comment, and she did not use any other offensive language.
I think there is nothing wrong with it.
It may be a bit intense, but it is in line with the character.
This setting also paves the way for the plot. The main focus of Cassandra's storyline is training, and she must be beaten hard in order to... well, have some fun.)
Although Tom was smiling, and his smile was very beautiful.
But everyone present felt a chill, and Cassandra, who was facing Tom, felt her hair stand on end, and a huge fever of fear surged in her heart.
Just as she was about to speak, she saw the boy's eyes turn into golden vertical pupils for a moment.
Then...her soul seemed to be frozen, she couldn't speak and her body couldn't move.
"Look, isn't this my qualification?" Tom said softly, "When I speak, you can only listen carefully. Do you want to refute me?"
"Okay, let's see if you can speak first."
"Senior Vore?!"
"Let go of Senior Voray!"
The Ilvermorny student who left get out of class with Tom got anxious when he saw Cassandra standing there like a fool. He quickly drew out his wand, but before he could aim it at Tom, Tom waved his sleeves as if to shoo away a fly.
A huge force hit him and he rolled down the stairs like a ball.
"Ms. Vore, how do you feel now?"
A huge sense of humiliation rose from her heart, and Cassandra was almost going crazy.
Who is she?
The eldest daughter of the Wo Lei family, although the family has only risen in recent years, all the inheritance is well documented. It is a thorough thousand-year-old family [Song has only reached its peak in recent generations.
At school, her classmates respected her, her teachers spoke to her in a friendly manner, and even the President of the Magical Congress and the Director of the Auror Office had to give their family some face.
But she was frozen in place by a look from Tom Riddle.
What kind of witchcraft is this!
Why did he dare to lay hands on her?
Unfortunately, under the strong petrification effect, Cassandra's mind was the only thing that could function normally, and her eyes could not even blink. On her beautiful face, there was still a trace of panic that she had sensed danger.
The expression froze halfway through, which looked a bit funny.
The students around were watching quietly. More and more people gathered. Just as they were about to speak, they were held back. They absolutely could not be allowed to disturb Riddle.
The current result is definitely not satisfactory to them, this is just the beginning.
Did Riddle's attack power decrease, or was it because this was a student from another school, and a beautiful woman, that he was being more gentle with her?
Tom ignored the students watching the fun around him. He considerately produced a clear mirror and placed it in front of Cassandra.
"Come, Miss Vore, let me admire your appearance at this moment. Indeed, it is difficult for non-purebloods to make such a complex expression. I really can't find the right words to describe it."
"Hahaha, Tom, you're so stupid!" Daphne was the only one who dared to speak and mock Tom at this time.
The girl stepped forward, her expression even more arrogant than Cassandra's before, looking at Cassandra as if she were a bug. "You're just an ugly, clueless b*****d, comparing family backgrounds? They're just a bunch of barbarians who fled to North America.
Any Slytherin would know more about purebloods than you do."
"Malfoy." The girl suddenly turned her head and looked at Malfoy, who was enjoying the show. "Yesterday you said that Volley was your relative?"
Goyle and Crabbe took a step back at the same time, as if there was something terrifying about Malfoy. Malfoy himself was also panicked, and his hands were waving in the wind: "I'm not, I didn't, you heard it wrong."
"Her last name is Volley, and mine is Malfoy. How can we be family?"
"So you're saying it was all Malfoy a thousand years ago.
"Daphne, you can't interpret it that way." Malfoy jumped up anxiously: "Your great-great-grandfather was a member of the Malfoy family. If that's the case, you are also a member of the Malfoy family and a relative of Wally!"
Damn it, Infuni is trying to trick him to death!
What if Tom understood that all the Malfoys were dissatisfied with Tom? Wouldn't he be furious?
Is he going to be hung up and buried in the wall again?
Daphne's face also froze.
It made perfect sense, she couldn't refute it... The Greengrass family often intermarried with the Malfoys and Lestranges, and their relationship was indeed closer than that of a family a thousand years ago.
You dare to refute me!
Daphne glared at Malfoy angrily, her wand had turned into a whip, and she was ready to start the process and vent her anger on Cassandra.
"Wait, Daphne." Tom held her hand. "After all, you are a guest of the school. Give Dumbledore some face."
"Just hang it up for a day."
He waved his hand, and Cassandra's stiff body retreated backwards and was 'swallowed' by the wriggling wall, hanging upside down with only her head outside.
Now many students looked relieved.
Comfortable.
Is this right? Although Riddle didn't hit anyone, at least he was hung up.
"What's going on here? Make way, make way!"
After such a long stalemate, the professor finally showed up. Ross pushed aside the young wizards. Behind him were Frank and Soran. Both of them went to Ross's class today. Frank was picking on Ross like crazy, and Ross was now furious.
But after seeing that it was Tom who was surrounded, Mie had no choice but to suppress it again.
"Mr. Riddle, what's going on?" asked Rouse, not noticing the extra head on the wall.
But he didn't see it, but Frank did and was shocked.
"Vore?! Why are you in the wall?"
"Who on earth did this?"
Tom raised his eyelids: "I did it, what's wrong?"
Frank was shocked and angry: "How dare you use magic on Ilvermorny students? Is this how you treat your guests at Hogwarts?"
"Come with me, Royce, take me to see Dumbledore. I want to ask him how he taught me the blood trade!"
Tom frowned and said, "It's really annoying. You should go in too."
After saying that, after just a glance, Frank stood at attention and was sent into the wall by Tom again, right opposite Cassandra.
"Frank!" Soran had no idea what was happening before her fiancé was taken away. She subconsciously drew her wand.
"Come again?"
Tom was about to glare again, but Royce was quick to protect Soran. "Calm down, Riddle, Soran means no harm! She just wants to clarify the situation!"
As he spoke, Royce winked at Tom frantically.
Tom:
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I'm so f*****g
I'm already mad at you, and you want me to be your wingman and help you pick up girls?
But seeing that Royce's eyes were about to cramp, and thinking that this guy had saved him a lot of trouble, Tom sighed inwardly and began to cooperate:
"Professor Wilkinson, do you really want to protect her? Isn't she the fiancée of your enemy?"
"Why don't you just let me stuff her in there too, to help you vent your anger."
As a wingman, Tom is also a king of the century. Ross's eyes lit up and he roared in his heart.
"Hell or high water, boss!"
On the surface, Wilkinson put on a serious expression: "Riddle, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't distinguish between grudges and favors. Even if Soren is Frank's fiancée, that's just a grudge between Graves and me, and has nothing to do with her...
"What's more, Soran has helped me a lot in the past. If you want to touch her, you must defeat me first!"
"Ross..." Soran looked at him with emotion.
Because of the quarrel with Frank yesterday, Ross left a bad first impression on Soren, but when he saw him today, he realized that it was his stereotype yesterday.
I also understand what it means to be a...Man!
"Alright, I'll give you this favor." Tom nodded reluctantly. "But let me be clear, I didn't take the initiative to bully the students of Ilvermorny today. You can ask others about the specific situation. Many people can vouch for me."
After saying this, Tom looked at Cassandra again: "Miss. Vore, now you understand whether I have what you call qualifications?"
"Or to put it more accurately, many purebloods are honored to have me comment on them. Ordinary families really can't appear in my articles.
"You're a spoiled brat, it's time to open your eyes and see the world. At least, you, the Volley family, don't have the qualifications."
After saying that, Tom took Hermione and Daphne down the stairs.
"Just let him go like that? He hasn't explained anything clearly." Soran said unwillingly: "Is this student the Tom Riddle who wrote 'Descent of the Blood'?"
"It's him." Rouse smiled bitterly. "Sauron, Riddle is not a simple person. He has many evil things. If we really anger him, we will both be hanged on the wall."
After saying this, he looked around at the young wizards who dared not speak and asked, "Who can tell me the details of the conflict?"
"Let me tell you.
Nott stood up.
He had been following Tom the entire time and could be considered a witness to the entire thing.
He didn't need to exaggerate and told him everything from beginning to end.
Soran observed the students around him.
No one thought what he said was wrong.
He knew that this was the truth and sighed helplessly.
"Cassandra... has truly been spoiled by her family. Furthermore, her family is extremely protective of her bloodline, and they've been raising her according to that standard since she was little."
"The Volley family... hehe." Ross sneered, "They're the same kind as Graves. They're just taking advantage of their wealth to get more and more out of control."
Soran didn't respond. If there were something to say, Ross could say it because they were not on the same path, but she couldn't.
Soran raised his wand and was about to put the two men down.
"Wait a minute!" Rouse stopped her. Facing Soran's doubts, 3.2 patiently explained, "Riddle's magical power is very strong. I'm afraid that forcibly breaking the curse will cause harm to both of them."
Soran hesitated now, at a loss: "What should we do then?"
"Go find Dumbledore." Ross held her hand imperceptibly: "He is the only one in the whole school who can suppress Riddle, and he is the only one who can solve this problem.
Soran didn't feel anything was wrong, nodded, and let Ross lead her upstairs.
Halfway through the walk, Rouse suddenly turned around and shouted to the students, "Secure the scene. Don't touch them. That... Hufflepuff guy, your name is Colin, right?"
Colin, who was called, nodded blankly.
"I remember you always carry this camera with you wherever you go. Take some photos quickly as evidence and send me a copy later."
Huh?
I actually forgot to take a photo!
Professor Wilkinson is so experienced!
Colin slapped his head in frustration, then nodded repeatedly, raised his camera and started taking pictures of Cassandra and Frank, with the flash flashing non-stop.
"You are so thoughtful." Soran admired him even more, with admiration in his eyes.
"No, even if Frank is my enemy, I still have to uphold fairness and justice."
"You are truly... well, greatness needs no further explanation."
The two of them went upstairs talking and laughing, and Frank wanted to die at this moment.
This fat guy is not leaving any evidence, he is just collecting his dark history!
Chapter 243: Old Dumbledore's Mission, Cassandra: Don't Come Over Here!
On the other side, there is a small garden in the courtyard.
Hermione, who had been silent until now, was now filled with worry.
"Tom...is this a diplomatic incident? I believe Dumbledore won't favor people from other schools, but if Ilvermorny gets angry and takes it to the Ministry of Magic, will you be in trouble?"
Tom took a sip of juice and said leisurely, "Don't worry, the conflict between me and Warley is just a little quarrel between children.
"Did you say she was hurt? I didn't use any offensive magic the whole time.
"But you stuffed her into the wall..." Hermione was still worried: "She'll have a mental breakdown."
"I didn't use any advanced magic." Tom shook his head. "Isn't Professor Wilkinson there? Can he release the people once we get in?"
"Actually, the biggest punishment is petrification. The effects of the spell will be lifted tomorrow morning."
After a period of training, Tom had become very proficient in the control of instant death and petrification. Facing an underage wizard like Cassandra, he decided that eight hours would be eight hours, not a minute more or less.
However, there was one thing Tom miscalculated. He didn't expect that Ross would be so deceitful. In order to make Frank suffer for a longer time, he directly gave Cassandra to Lian Lin.
After hearing Tom's explanation, Hermione felt relieved.
Daphne was even more nonchalant: "Hermione, you're just overthinking it. Tom isn't afraid of anyone except Dumbledore these days. How can a few bumpkins from outside the UK really cause trouble?"
"You'll see. At most, Dumbledore will deduct a few points and have the Headmaster put Tom in detention for a few days, and the seriousness will be over."
"There won't even be an apology. Who made that Volley so arrogant?"
The more Daphne talked, the angrier she became. She slammed her hands on the table and said, "No, Hogwarts absolutely does not allow any girl more arrogant than me!"
Hermione and Tom's lips twitched in perfect sync.
The little witch 10 rolled her eyes at Tom in reproach.
When she first entered school, Daphne was arrogant in front of others and had quarreled with her several times, but she was nothing like now, with her big sister style.
It's all Tom's fault. With Tom's support, Daphne can really do what she said and dominate the school.
Tom's eyes follow his nose, and his nose follows his heart.
It's better to be a little arrogant, as long as you don't bully others actively. This attitude can save you a lot of trouble. He knows Daphne's character. She is a little eccentric, but she will never bully others actively. She is a good girl.
"I'll find a place to hide first. Dumbledore will ask me to rescue someone later."
Tom said something to the two women, cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself, and walked towards the Forbidden Forest.
Inside the castle, Dumbledore was hurrying to the second floor with Rouse, Soran, and Professor McGonagall.
He was discussing the arrangements for adding exams for the next semester with Professor McGonagall in his office when Rouse and Soran arrived. They briefly explained the situation and the situation. He was stunned. Professor McGonagall almost fainted and said with a weak breath:
"Albus, my life has been a living hell. Do you think I'll live to see you retire?"
Dumbledore:"...______
Not to mention that Professor McGonagall had such an idea, he even doubted whether he could hold on until the day when Voldemort was completely dealt with.
This Tom is really causing him trouble.
In just two days, you have already gathered all the students and teachers together, and have enthusiastically integrated with Ilvermorny.
Why don't you go to heaven?
"Minerva, the most important thing now is to save people." Dumbledore reminded, and Professor McGonagall forced himself to follow.
When we got to the second floor, the number of students gathered there not only did not decrease, but increased. Even Professor Flitwick and Professor Nista of Astronomy had arrived.
However, because of the warning given by the students before Ross left, the two did not dare to act rashly.
Tom's reputation... has spread to some extent.
"Get out of the way, do what you need to do, don't crowd around here!"
Professor McGonagall roared angrily, and the little wizards immediately scattered.
Dumbledore stepped forward to observe them for a while, then waved his wand and released the two men.
"Albus, why don't you break the petrification?" McGonagall asked in confusion.
"Because I can't."
Dumbledore circled around the two of them, his azure eyes seeming to see through everything: "Mr. Riddle didn't use the traditional petrification spell, it was more like..."
After a pause, he finally said, "It's more like Miss Krivast's state back then."
Professor McGonagall looked alarmed. "You mean the basilisk?"
"That's right." Dumbledore nodded slightly. "This is a petrification spell caused by a curse. The symptoms are much milder than Miss Clearwater's, but it's not something that can be cured by ordinary magic."
"I suggest that you let Mr. Riddle do it himself, otherwise, we have to wait until the two of them recover naturally.
"Let's send them back to the dormitory first," Rouse suggested. "Standing here isn't going to help."
"Well, let's not go to the infirmary, Minerva. You are responsible for sending Miss Worley, Professor Caruso, and Professor Graves will be left to you."
"Filius, please find a few Slytherin students and have them come to the fourth floor of the West Tower. I will be waiting for them there."
"Dumbledore, leave it to me." Rouse said quickly: "You still have a lot of things to deal with. I can accompany Soran to wait for Riddle."
"Thank you, Ross." Soran looked at him with an increasingly gentle gaze.
"Thank you for your help, Ross." Dumbledore did not refuse Ross's kindness. After making the arrangements, he left.
On the way to the West Tower, Ross made an excuse to go to the bathroom and took out "WoChat" to quickly pass on the message.
[West Coast Wizard: Dumbledore sent someone to look for you, but he doesn't seem too angry.]
Tom in the Forbidden Forest didn't even look at me while we were chatting. He took the three little ones to the centaur tribe.
Given the xenophobic nature of the centaurs, it was a bit difficult to threaten... no, to induce them to work for him, but Tom was not unprepared.
Whenever you encounter problems related to magical creatures, you can always go to Uncle Newt, and this time is no exception.
After hearing Tom's request, Chief Magery refused without hesitation. When Tom took out the token sent by Newt, he fell silent.
"I'll help you bring the centaurs from the Vosges Mountains here." Tom threw in another chip: "Your tribe is experiencing a lack of successors and an imbalanced gender ratio. I'm sure you can see that."
"Magari, you don't want the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest to be completely extinct in two or three generations, do you?"
"Even if I'm the patriarch, I can't make the final decision on this matter alone, Riddle, wait a minute.
After summoning all the centaurs, Magorian told them about Newt's token and the conditions promised by Tom. After a heated debate, 70% of the adult centaurs finally voted in favor.
A large number of them came here for Newt's sake, which made Tom sigh that to get by in the world, one still needs power and background.
When encountering a stubborn person like the Centaur, even if he has overwhelming strength, he cannot force everyone to surrender.
No wonder those in power all hope to have bones down there.
After sleeping in his portable little world for one night with the unicorns, Tom returned to the castle at seven o'clock the next day.
When he appeared, almost everyone looked over at once.
One night was enough for the whole school to know all the details of the conflict.
Facing the teachers and students of Ilvermorny, Riddle attacked them with heavy punches.
No matter whether they were students or teachers, men or women, anyone who provoked him would be hung on the wall, truly achieving equality for all.
"Riddle, come with me!"
As soon as Professor McGonagall entered the hall, he saw Tom eating and without saying a word, he took him to the small room behind the main guest seats.
After closing the door, Professor McGonagall said angrily: "Mr. Riddle, you have caused such a big trouble, and you still have the mood to eat? How can you eat?"
Tom pretended to be confused: "Can't eat it? I think it tastes good. The house elves' cooking skills are much better than when I was in school."
"You're just being ridiculous." Professor McGonagall glared at him and said, "Wait here. Dumbledore is trying to comfort our friends. You're not allowed to go anywhere until he comes.
Tom cried out, "Professor, I haven't eaten enough yet!"
"I'm already full of anger from you, and you still want to eat?"
Professor McGonagall walked out angrily, but came back halfway, waved her wand, and suddenly some simple breakfast appeared on the table.
Dumbledore arrived just as Tom finished the last of his sandwich.
Even with Deng's good manners, he still had the urge to inspect his students' academic performance at this time.
"Mr. Riddle, the food is delicious."
"Average, the quantity is a bit small."
Dumbledore sat in the chair next to Tom and said, "You can have some food with Miss Worley later.
The boy stared at him with wide eyes: "Are you kidding?"
Old Deng summoned a pot of tea and drank a cup slowly before saying, "I've already taken care of the trouble with Graves. Actually, you should thank Professor Wilkinson. He drew away most of the firepower."
"I'm afraid of him?" Tom sneered. "Don't worry about it. I'll see if he dares to come to me."
"Tom," Dumbledore said tiredly, "I'm already one hundred and ten years old. I don't want to see the Third Wizarding War break out. The conflict between you and Miss Volley is easy to resolve. It's just a personal feud."
"But Frank Graves represents Ilvermorny, and even for the sake of face, Ilvermorny will support him.
"Ilvermorny has such a strong taste." The young man muttered softly.
"What did you say?"
"No, nothing." Tom shook his head. "Why did you ask me to go find Wally?"
"Miss Volley refused to communicate with anyone and looked very frightened. Dumbledore glanced at him and said, "Since you caused the trouble, you should solve it yourself.
"After all, your ability to deal with women amazes me as much as your magical talent."
Tom's eyelids twitched.
It's slander. Believe it or not, I will sue you.
"Miss Worley's bedroom is on the fourth floor of the west tower, to the right of the portrait of 'Jenny and the Deadly Terror.' Go ahead, Mr. Riddle."
"I still have classes to attend."
"That's when Miss Worley is willing to attend class. By the way, Slytherin will be deducted 100 points. I've already informed Snape, and he's very eager to talk to you.
Tom shook his head helplessly and walked out of the room.
Isn't it just coaxing women?
Following Dumbledore's instructions, Tom quickly found Cassandra's dormitory, cursing inwardly.
Damn, exchange students only live in single rooms, right?
As expected, the door was locked.
There is no need to take out the magic wand, just flick it lightly and the door of the room will be opened.
The room was not big, about the same size as the professor's office, only about 30 square meters. Cassandra was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. Although the petrification effect had disappeared, she still looked like she was petrified.
"Miss Worley." Tom put on his signature warm smile and called softly.
Hearing his voice, the girl finally reacted. Seeing that Tom was smiling at her, she quickly covered her eyes and screamed:
"Don't come over here!"
Tom quickly turned into a villain with a sneer: "Sorry, my favorite thing to do is to say NO to those self-righteous people!"