Chapter 244: Using Magic to Defeat Magic, Cassandra Is in Tears
Tom welded the door shut and added a soundproofing spell before heading towards the screaming Cassandra.
Cassandra retreated again and again, finally shrinking into a corner. The arrogance she had yesterday was gone, and her pretty face was full of panic and helplessness.
"Don't come over here..." The girl's voice was filled with tears, but she still couldn't stop Tom.
Plan--!
The chair was put down, and Tom sat on it casually. He stretched out his hand and Cassandra was petrified again.
But this time it was an ordinary petrification spell that only restricted the body.
"Just cry slowly. We can talk when you are tired. I'm not in a hurry. Thanks to you, I can skip class today." Pei Mu said leisurely.
Cassandra sobbed softly, as if she hadn't heard anything.
Tom does have some experience in coaxing women. Regardless of their age, women are very emotional creatures and can easily immerse themselves in their own world and thinking logic.
It is actually futile to say anything at this time, because they simply will not listen, and will turn your truth into accusations against them, turning it into more emotional nourishment.
So the best way is to wait until they have vented their anger and regain their rationality before talking to them.
What?
What do you do when you meet a woman who won't calm down unless you coax her or admit her mistakes?
What else can I do? Run!
If you don't run away, you will be tortured to death.
Then the scene in the room became extremely strange: a pretty girl was curled up in the corner of the bed crying, and ten pretty boys were sitting leisurely not far away reading today's newspaper.
Although Cassandra had some mental problems, she was definitely not mentally retarded. After seeing that Tom did not take any further action, the fear in her heart was much less.
But when she found that he had no intention of apologizing or coaxing her, Cassandra felt aggrieved again and cried even harder.
Even if a woman is made of water, she will get tired of crying. Cassandra cursed Tom in her heart and cried.
I don't know how long it took, but I fell asleep.
Tom:
It was a bad idea.
How could he forget that one becomes sleepy easily after crying?
Looking at the sleeping Cassandra, Tom made a decision—if you sleep, I will sleep too.
Hikami Sanpo.
Cassandra slowly opened her eyes and found that her perspective had become much lower. She looked around and realized that she was not on the bed, but on the ground with only a small cushion under her.
When he looked up again, he found Tom Riddle lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.
People really do laugh when they are speechless, and Cassandra was so angry that she laughed.
Now that she had calmed down, she understood that it was probably the professor at Hogwarts who asked Riddle to apologize to her.
But is this an apology?
Do you know how much psychological damage she suffered from being hung up for half an hour yesterday?
The thought of this matter being reported back to Ilvermorny made Cassandra want to commit suicide.
"woke up?"
Just as Cassandra was daydreaming, Tom woke up, yawned sleepily, and waved his hand, releasing his petrifying control over her.
Cassandra stood up immediately, but did not draw her wand. Instead, she tried to open the door, but... she couldn't open it.
"Don't run, it's not too late to leave after we finish talking, T
"What can I talk to you about with this kind of apology attitude?"
"Who said I was going to apologize to you?" Tom tilted his head in confusion. "My job is just to make sure you can go to class normally, instead of hiding here like a coward."
"I'm not a turtle!" Cassandra screamed!
Tom yawned again, and a chair slid behind Cassandra. "If you're not a turtle, just explain the situation clearly."
"Come on, first tell me why I should apologize to you?"
"Do you think I did something wrong yesterday?"
Cassandra took a deep breath but didn't sit down. "You're right. I'm not as strong as you, so you managed to sneak up on me. But losing is losing. I'm a loser and have no right to discuss right or wrong."
"Isn't that a pretty good brain?" Tom asked doubtfully. "So you were out of your mind yesterday, picking on me right away?"
"Because that's what I thought."
Cassandra raised her head stubbornly and met the boy's gaze. "You're a year younger than me, and you don't come from the wizarding world. What right do you, an outsider, have to judge me?"
"Because I have the ability."
Tom calmly taught Cassandra: "You think you are superior because of your background."
"That's not right," Cassandra corrected. "I'm not superior to others. It's because I'm better than others. Listening to me is the right choice."
"Okay, according to what you said, then I am better than you anyway, right?"
"Apart from anything else, I killed the basilisk recently, and I don't believe you haven't heard about it.
Cassandra turned away awkwardly. "I thought it was a hoax. It's impossible for a second-year student to kill a basilisk. You were involved, but I don't think you played a key role."
Tom was so angry that he laughed: "I take it back. You really are not very smart. You are just an idiot who lives completely in your own world."
"What gives you the right to say that to me?" Cassandra said unconvincedly, "This news goes far beyond common sense. Not only me, but even Professor Graves and Caruso wouldn't believe it. [The document is] a joke in our school."
Tom pointed out Cassandra's logical flaw: "But they didn't bother me, but you were implicated."
"There are a lot of idiots in the world, but as long as they don't provoke me, I can't teach them a lesson one by one.
What about you? You don't investigate anything thoroughly, but just come here and ask me to slap you in the face based on your own inferences and subjective opinions.
If you're not stupid, who else is stupid?"
"Don't you believe what the Hogwarts students say? Then can't you use Veritaserum and the Imperius Curse to confirm it again?"
Veritaserum, Imperius Curse?
Cassandra was terrified. If she had really done what Tom said, there would be no need for communication. She could have been sent directly back to the magic prison in the United States for further training.
But in other aspects, Cassandra had no way to refute it.
"Who said bad things about me around you?" Tom asked suddenly.
"It's not a bad thing, it's my father..." Cassandra said halfway subconsciously, and then stopped abruptly.
The young man frowned slightly: "Even my daughter is being deceived?"
"It's not what you think." Cassandra waved her hands quickly. She understood what Tom meant and explained, "My father...he gets furious every time he sees your posts. It was only after I heard them at home during the holidays that I started to think you were just trying to attract attention.
The girl's face was gloomy. "Father... he's a staunch purist. Mother and he have argued many times because of this."
"So you were influenced by him too?" Tom asked.
Cassandra remained silent. She did believe that pure-bloods were more likely to produce outstanding talents.
"Forget it." Tom waved his hand. "This has nothing to do with me. Even many Slytherin students still hate me to death."
"My job is to make sure you go to class normally. If you don't, Dumbledore won't let me."
"How can I be normal?" Cassandra was a little upset. "Almost half the school saw me being stuffed into the wall by you yesterday!"
Cassandra felt the urge to drop out of school when she thought of herself appearing in the castle and facing the strange looks from teachers and students of Hogwarts and the other two schools.
Instead of running back to Ilvermorny, he dropped out of school and hid at home.
"It's nothing, actually."
Tom smiled kindly, slowly walked up to the girl and said softly, "You just took yourself too seriously, so I pushed you into the wall. Many people have enjoyed this treatment before you, such as your relative Malfoy, who was there more than a year before you."
Tom briefly introduced his insignificant achievements to Cassandra.
But to Cassandra, it was like a fairy tale.
He beat up a student from another college right after he entered school. In his second year, he beat a professor half to death and was eventually sent to prison. He also planted a few Whomping Willows and used them as farm tools to bully Gryffindor.
".'How did you manage not to get fired?" Cassandra asked inexplicably.
"This might be the treatment of a genius." Tom shrugged: "Of course, I'm not the one who starts the trouble, so I have to stand and talk. Dumbledore is a very reasonable headmaster.
"For example, yesterday's conflict. He deducted 100 points from me just to make things clear for you. Who told you to provoke me with your bad mouth?"
"Would you please stop mentioning it!" Cassandra said angrily.
After Tom finished talking about his glorious deeds, Cassandra's mood did improve a little. After all, she found that Tom was quite polite to her.
There are so many unlucky people...she is naturally not the most conspicuous one.
But that doesn't mean the matter is over. Embarrassment is shame, and what happened to Suitian will definitely be a black history in her life.
"I'm hungry!" Cassandra suddenly shouted without any manner.
"Go to class after eating?" Tom asked.
"I'm hungry!"
"Eat, let you eat, Pala!"
After the explosion, the house-elf Pala appeared.
"Bring me my lunch, and Miss Worley's."
"Yes, Master Riddle." Pala responded and went back to his work. Cassandra looked at him in surprise: "You still have a house elf?"
"(Dema Zhao) I do have a house-elf, but it's not Pala." Tom shook his head slightly. "Pala is Daphne's house-elf. She's been taking care of us at school."
Not long after, Pala came back with a table full of delicious food.
"Eat." Tom started eating first. "If you eat my food and don't go to class, I promise to make you a hundred times more embarrassed than yesterday."
Cassandra didn't respond. "Riddle, what spell did you use to freeze me yesterday?"
"Talent, this is the advantage of bloodline, do you understand?"
"Do you always talk so irritatingly?"
"I treat people in a different way depending on who I'm dealing with, Miss Worley. What do you think our relationship is?" Tom asked while gnawing on a chicken leg.
"Enemy!"
"They are all enemies, why should I be polite to you?"
"Not gentlemanly at all."
"Are you a gentleman?" In a flash, Tom's wand was against Cassandra's throat.
"Yes, isn't it enough to have it?"
The girl's voice was almost tearful. What kind of violent man was this? Why would he start a fight over a disagreement?
"Remember, if you can't beat me now, you have no right to argue with me."
Tom calmly retracted his wand and said, "According to your theory, since I am better and stronger than you, you should listen to me.
"
Cassandra wanted to use the time-twister to go back to yesterday and kill her yesterday self.
Chapter 245: Tom Convinced Warley! A Request From Professor Ilvermorny
Out of habit, Tom would give a sweet date after hitting someone with a stick.
"Aren't you just worried that your shameful deeds will get back to Ilvermorny and you won't be able to live like a human being? I have two ways to help you."
As expected, Cassandra's attention was immediately drawn: "What method?"
"First, use the Oblivion Charm on the other students at Ilvermorny. Once you've dealt with them, I'll deal with the two professors." "I promise the news won't get back to your school."
Cassandra had become immune to Tom's shocking words, but she still couldn't hold back.
"Is there no way for you to be more normal?"
"Of course I do, but you don't have the ability." Tom glanced at her and snatched the macaroni in front of Cassandra. "If anyone dares to laugh at you, just do what I did and push them behind the wall. Over time, no one will dare to say anything to your face."
This time, Cassandra didn't refute him. Instead, she lowered her head and thought for a long time before she hummed softly, "You'll know how strong I am in next year's finals."
Tom ignored her and buried his head in his meal.
Half an hour later, the two walked out of the dormitory and went their separate ways.
Tom had completed Dumbledore's mission, and the rest of the matter had nothing to do with him.
Cassandra's appearance did not actually attract too much attention.
After all... it was just as Tom said, he had dealt with too many people, and the only special thing about her was that she was a student from another school.
It's not as exciting as Professor Frank's identity.
This also made Cassandra feel secretly relieved. It seemed that what Tom said was true and the consequences were not as serious as he thought.
But soon, another piece of news made her angry and embarrassed.
I don't know where the students got the news from, but they actually knew that it was Tom who calmed Cassandra Worley down, and the two of them stayed in the dormitory for half a day.
So... various versions of the rumors began to circulate in the castle.
Even Tom was stunned after hearing this. He had long heard about the outrageous extent of Hogwarts gossip. A group of 310 adolescent students had nothing to do all day long, so they just made up some nonsense to have fun.
He had heard no less than eight versions of the story of Malfoy and Potter alone.
But he didn't expect that one day the gossip would come down on him. Isn't this too much time for him?
It's all Professor McGonagall's fault. He insisted on delaying the high-frequency exams until next school year. Otherwise, how would they have time to gossip about me?
Fortunately, Daphne didn't believe it, otherwise she would have had another headache.
In the following days, the castle finally returned to peace.
Cassandra was dealt with, and the only remaining trouble was Frank. He had originally planned to make a big deal out of it, turn it into a diplomatic incident, and put pressure on Dumbledore through the Ministry of Magic to punish Tom.
At this time, the role of Ross's troublemaker was reflected, directly attracting most of the extinct people.
Frank still hates Ross the most and has no energy to care about Tom. So he can be considered as... saving his life?
Friday is here again.
Tom finally made it to the last Potions class today. Snape moved a chair and sat at the back of the classroom. The teacher in charge was Isabella Kamado from Castrobing.
Harry's undisguised smile made Snape's expression even gloomier. It was not until Neville, who was most sensitive to Snape's murderous intent, poked him that he realized he was being stared at by Snape, and he quickly restrained his expression.
Tom was also curious about what different things this South American professor could bring to the table.
Soon, Isabella entered the classroom with a brisk pace. These visitors from Castrobus really liked to keep warm. In addition to leopard print robes, they also wore boots and gloves. "These are also leopard print.
"Hello, everyone." Isabella greeted them cheerfully, and just like her temperament, she was full of wildness.
"Rather than calling this a Potions class, it would be more appropriate to call it a Herbology class. After all, herbs are the foundation of potions. Without understanding the properties of herbs, you won't be able to comprehend the unique potions of South America and Castrobus."
Isabella smiled at this.
"Take the most representative example of human transfiguration. Professor Flitwick told me that he once told you that there is a potion in Castrobushé that assists with transfiguration."
The students all nodded.
"Yes, it is true, and the magic performed using this potion to transform is called Druid Transfiguration."
"Advanced druid wizards can even transform into magical creatures."
"How is this possible!" Hermione exclaimed subconsciously, "Animagus can only transform into ordinary animals. This is the iron rule of Transfiguration."
"This is just an iron rule in the British wizarding world." Isabella didn't mind Hermione's questioning. Instead, she smiled and explained, "Because this is no longer just a simple Transfiguration. The power of potions is truly wondrous. Am I right, Professor Snape?"
Snape nodded with a stern face. "Professor Kamado, only a few people can comprehend the wonder and greatness of Potions. I do not recommend imparting too much knowledge to them, lest their limited brains burst."
The little wizards all looked very upset, and even Tom felt a little uncomfortable.
Got AOE'd by this old bat.
Isabella smiled and said, "It's just a brief introduction. You don't need to memorize it. Relax and just treat it as a story. It won't appear on the exam anyway."
There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, and Isabella officially began her lecture.
"Our school is located deep in the Amazon rainforest, home to the world's largest variety of known magical animals. It's also a natural hotbed for a vast array of herbs and plants. Based on this, Castrobuco has developed a vast array of potions and spells suitable for use in the jungle."
"The core of Druid Transfiguration is actually a herb."
A piece of snakeskin paper magnified dozens of times was hung on the blackboard.
The Emerald Vine, known as the "King of the Jungle," has leaves like emerald, and grows on trees. It only appears in the wettest places, often surrounded by powerful magical animals that protect it.
This herb not only has anti-inflammatory and antibacterial effects, but can also temporarily increase the wizard's magical activity and adaptability to magic. This is the precursor to Druid Transfiguration..."
Isabella talked eloquently, and just as she said at the beginning, this class was basically about introducing herbs.
The students also listened at ease, and before they knew it, the bell rang.
"As a professor, I still have to give some homework."
Isabella said with a smile, and there were dejected sighs in the class. They didn't expect that there would be homework.
"Just choose one of the plants I just introduced and write a paper on it. It doesn't have to be longer than eight inches."
After that, Isabella said again: (bbff) "Mr. Riddle, can I take up your precious spare time?"
Although Tom didn't know what Isabella was going to do, he nodded and handed his schoolbag to Daphne.
Snape winked at Tom and made a gesture, and Tom immediately understood.
Basilisk?
Sure enough, after all the students left, Isabella smiled and said, "Mr. Riddle, your feat of single-handedly slaying the basilisk caused quite a stir even in Castrobus.
"Sensational or ridiculed?" Tom smiled nonchalantly. "Isn't it because Miss Worley thought I was sensationalizing that she got into trouble with me?"
"To be honest, I didn't believe it at first either."
Isabella said honestly, "According to the school's records, every time a basilisk appears, it requires a terrible price to destroy. Its durable skin is almost equivalent to a permanent armor spell, and its eyes are even more dangerous. Your feat sounds incredible."
"However, since I came to Hogwarts, both professors and students have witnessed this with their own eyes. Naturally, I will no longer question it unreasonably. After all, wizards are synonymous with miracles."
Tom really wanted to call Cassandra over and let her learn what emotional intelligence was.
Although he felt very comfortable being praised, Tom did not get carried away. "Professor Kamado, you mentioned the basilisk not just to praise me, right?"
"You are truly wise." Isabella smiled. "To be honest, I, or rather, Castrobushe, need the flesh and blood of the basilisk."
"What's the purpose?" Tom asked.
"Making a druid potion specifically for transforming basilisks." Isabella said frankly, "Castrobus discovered a ruin containing a large number of dangerous snakes and numerous snake-related traps.
"If we had a basilisk druid, our exploration would be much smoother."
"What's in it?"
Isabella gave an apologetic expression: "Sorry, the development of the ruins is currently at a standstill, and I don't know the specific situation.
"Okay." Tom nodded in understanding, and he listened carefully.
"Then what can you offer me in exchange?"
"Gallon? Magic potions? Various herbs?" Isabella said quickly, "As long as we can do it, we will definitely meet your requirements.
"What if I want the recipe for the Druid Transfiguration spell and the accompanying potion?"
Isabella was stunned, but nodded quickly: "No problem."
Tom began to wonder if Isabella was trying to trick him with fake goods after agreeing so readily.
Seeing his confusion, Isabella smiled and explained, "Many students graduate from Castellobus every year, and quite a few master the Druid Transfiguration technique. In fact, what's valuable isn't the prescriptions or spells, but the ingredients."
"Then I want ten more documents." Tom decisively increased the price.
Isabella still agreed, and the two agreed to trade at the Astronomy Tower after lunch tomorrow. Tom would pay 500 kilograms of basilisk flesh and blood in exchange for ten materials and corresponding knowledge.
After leaving the Potions Office, Tom was still thinking about the ruins Isabella mentioned.
This woman was definitely not telling the truth. Even if the druid transfiguration and potion formulas were not precious, they were still Castrobus's specialties. The fact that she handed them over so easily showed that the relic must be very important to their school.
Do you want to go and have a look?
The thought was extinguished in the instant it appeared in Tom's mind.
He knew too little information now. The Amazon rainforest was thirty times the size of the United Kingdom. It was no exaggeration to say that it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Why not wait until Castrobushe gets it and determines its value before adding the phrase "This item is destined for me"?
Isn't this easier?
Walking into the auditorium, Tom sat in his usual seat as usual and heard a light hum from the opposite side.
When he looked up, it was Cassandra, and his brows furrowed slightly.
"Why are you sitting here?"
The girl tilted her head and asked, "Are the seats at the long table fixed? Your classmate took my seat first, so where else can I sit if not here?
Tom looked towards the end of the long table and found that Nott and Zabini were talking to two Ilvermorny students. He ignored Cassandra and continued to think about his own things.
He didn't notice that the atmosphere in the auditorium had changed slightly.
Today is the day for the open duel class. The students of Ilvermorny and Castellobus have also received the news in advance and have been eager to compete with the students of Hogwarts.
The atmosphere in the guest of honor seats was also full of tension.
Frank looked at Royce provocatively. "Wilkinson, I hope you've taught the Hogwarts students some real skills. Otherwise, if they lose miserably, it will be a disgrace to Ilvermorny."
Rouse also said stubbornly: "At least I am better than the previous two Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, don't you think so, Dumbledore?"
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Chapter 246: Ginny's Highlight Moment, I Love Watching Girls Fight the Most
Dumbledore felt innocent.
You guys quarreled among yourselves, why was I the one who got hurt?
Does that mean he doesn't want to hire a good teacher?
The good teachers have been bullied a long time ago, what can he do?
"I'm also looking forward to everyone's wonderful performance." Dumbledore could only give an awkward but polite smile.
Frank smiled contemptuously, but didn't say anything directly - sarcastically.
He had taken a few classes recently and had figured out the approximate level of most students at Hogwarts. He could only say that if they were placed in Ilvermorny, they would have to be one or two grades lower on average to be considered barely qualified, which made him want to laugh.
Is this the world's number one university?
All we can say is that Dumbledore deserves 90% of the credit, the other headmasters deserve 20% of the credit, and the students owe 10%.
If the full score is 100, most students at Hogwarts would score around 90.
He felt sorry for the leaders of other schools. Why did they schedule the dueling tournament until next year? If it were held now, one summer vacation would be enough for Hogwarts to fall into the dust and Dumbledore to lose face.
Of course... Frank looked at Tom who was chatting and laughing with Daphne.
To eliminate this unfavorable factor...
"What are you looking at, Frank?" Rouse sneered: "Are you afraid of Riddle? I understand your concerns. As long as he is around, Ilvermorny will never want to win the championship in this life.
Although he was also a graduate of Ilvermorny, he had no good feelings towards his alma mater.
He is actually a victim of bullying. What's even worse is that the one who bullied him is his teacher, and the school turned a blind eye to it. It would be strange if they had a good impression of him.
Frank snorted coldly and looked away, but in his mind he was planning how to legally exclude Tom Riddle.
Eight o'clock.
Almost everyone came to the auditorium. Even the young wizards who did not plan to compete wanted to see the level of the students from the other two schools.
The candlelight above the auditorium was brighter than usual, emitting a hazy glow, and the familiar five long tables were still neatly arranged.
It was a rare occasion that all the professors were present this time, except for Dumbledore. Dumbledore had been spending less and less time in school recently, and no one knew what he was busy with.
In the past, Ross was responsible for controlling the overall situation and arranging the battle, but today it was Professor McGonagall who took over.
She first introduced the rules to the students from the other two schools, emphasizing that the use of black magic was not allowed, and reserved the main stage exclusively for the inter-school battle.
In principle, players of the same grade will compete against players of the same grade, but upward challenges are allowed, but downward challenges are not allowed.
"Friendship comes first, victory comes second. Don't let a momentary win or loss ruin the relationship."
After a few pleasantries that no one heard, Professor McGonagall stood at the edge of the main stage. "We're ready to begin. Anyone willing to come up?"
"Professor McGonagall, I!"
Ginny, ready to go, rushed onto the main stage immediately after she finished speaking, so fast that Professor McGonagall couldn't react. He was stunned for two seconds before saying: "Weasley, who do you want to challenge?
"What's the name of that first-year student from Ilvermorny?" Ginny looked at Frank. The seven students from Ilvermorny were all behind him.
The Ilvermorny student in her grade was also a girl, and her face was as grumpy as Snape's.
Challenging her without even knowing her name is nothing but naked contempt.
At that moment, regardless of whether Frank agreed or not, she walked past her and went onto the main stage, and challenged Ginny: "Remember, my name is Vanessa Garcia, what's your name, red hair."
"You don't need to know, pockmarked face." Ginny said, and walked back to stand in the designated position: "I'm in a hurry, please hurry up."
Even someone with rhinitis could smell the gunpowder, and the young wizards dared not blink, for fear of missing out on any exciting moments.
Professor McGonagall was confused. In her impression, Ginny was a very talented little witch. Although she was very lively, she was definitely not a troublemaker like the twins. She was a student she liked very much.
Why are you so grumpy today?
However, Professor McGonagall did not say much. He put down his wand and signaled the two to start the duel.
Vanessa bowed and stood up, then loudly chanted several evil curses, releasing two spells in a short period of time.
This level of achievement is considered extremely outstanding among first-year students. Even if they are not the strongest students in Ilvermorny, they are still among the best.
But Ginny's performance was even more surprising. She waved her wand lightly to knock away the incoming curse, and she was still chanting the spell while blocking it.
Several bats flew out of Vanessa's nostrils and pounced on her face, scratching at it.
The little witch burst into tears and screamed as she threw away her wand.
Professor McGonagall quickly took action and several bats turned into black smoke and disappeared.
Even though Professor McGonagall's reaction was very fast, many scratches appeared on Vanessa's face, and blood flowed out, covering her face, which looked very scary.
"Bobby!"
Madam Pomfrey rushed onto the stage with great agility and roughly pulled Vanessa away. She treated her while complaining about the dangers of the duel. Vanessa was frightened and kept touching her face with her hands. She had no choice but to threaten:
"If you touch the wound again, don't blame me if you get a scar.
Only then did the little witch calm down.
"Next, the second grade!" Ginny shouted impatiently after Vanessa was carried away.
Tom had a smile on his face, having guessed that the little girl was helping him vent his anger.
But then again, shouldn't this Dueling Club be a place for a protagonist like him to show off? How come after all this time, he hasn't even had a chance to show off in front of others, while Malfoy and Ginny take turns to shine.
It's really not magical at all.
Pah pah pah!
Ross happily applauded Ginny, but his eyes were looking at Frank, his meaning was very clear, can you tolerate this?
Of course Frank couldn't stand it and pushed Mark Collins out.
He was the unlucky guy who was swept down the stairs by Tom's sleeve. After the conflict, no matter which side of the conflict was over, everyone forgot about him, including the students who were just watching the show. They also forgot that he was the only one who was injured...
This made Mark Collins depressed but also relieved.
If no one remembers him, then he has not been embarrassed.
But he was still full of anger, and rushed to the ring with great momentum, glaring at Ginny fiercely: "Don't blame me for bullying you, Sheng!"
"Shut up, Big Nose."
Professor McGonagall was helpless. Ginny was really...only attacking and not defending, and she always hit the vital points. Mark Collins began to blush, with his hooked nose being the first to turn red, like a clown.
The duel began, and Ginny started with the bat curse as usual. Mark Collins felt that he was stronger than Vanessa, but it was obviously an illusion.
Ginny's bat curse turned into a silent curse, and he had just finished reciting the armor curse when he followed in Vanessa's footsteps.
This time, without Professor McGonagall even having to call for help, Ross immediately sent the student to Madam Pomfrey. He then ran over to Frank and raised an eyebrow: "Is this the student you called out? He's just as clueless as you."
Gulp!
George and Fred swallowed hard, and many people looked at Ginny in horror like them.
So brutal!
Silent bat curse, how can one defend against it?
"When did Ginny become so cruel..." Fred murmured.
"I saw my mother's shadow..." George shivered.
Harry looked at Ginny, then at the dumbfounded Ronald, and a ridiculous thought popped up in his mind: Is there some hidden secret about Ronald's life?
Of course, he wouldn't be stupid enough to say it out loud, because he had been dueling and training with Malfoy recently, and his relationship with Ronald had become rather strained.
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When most people thought Ginny would quit, she spoke again, this time no longer aggressively, but with a playful and teasing tone.
"Next... Miss Cassandra Worley, a noble pureblood from a two-hundred-year-old kingdom. Ouch!"
Ginny covered her mouth playfully: "I should be qualified to challenge you, right?"
Cassandra's face turned pale and blue, which was obviously a mockery of what she had said to Tom before. The students of Hogwarts also realized what was going on.
It turns out that Ginny is taking out her anger on Riddle today!
For a moment, many people looked at Tom, who was still enjoying the show. Daphne, who was beside the boy, was furious. She had wanted to teach Cassandra a lesson today, but someone else had gotten there first!
"Why are you looking at me?" Tom said, puzzled. "Looking at the stage? Don't you like watching women fight?"
Nonsense, of course I like you, but why would a Gryffindor stand up for you, a Slytherin?
Ginny's brothers glared at Tom fiercely, their teeth almost broken.
Especially Percy, he felt like the sky was about to fall, Penelope, who had been pursuing him, ignored him and talked and laughed with Tom instead, and now his sister was also bewitched.
Is this guy still human? Is he really not a male Veela?
It wasn't until Cassandra arrived on the main stage that the group regained everyone's attention.
Ginny said with a sweet smile, "Miss Volley, you won't cry if you lose, will you? You are the eldest daughter of a wealthy family. I'm really afraid that you will take revenge on me after you lose."
Why are you being so sarcastic?
Cassandra clenched her fists tightly, wishing she could punch Ginny hard in the face.
"The main character hasn't said anything yet, and you're still jumping around like that." Cassandra was no pushover and immediately shot back, "Miss... Weasley, I think you should take some etiquette classes. Otherwise... no one will like a wild girl."
Ginny's face immediately darkened. "Worley, I think you're the one who needs to learn some manners. You're provoking the owner in someone else's home. It's true that nothing good can come out of a barbarian's land."
"Ahem!" Professor McGonagall coughed heavily, "Weasley, why are you talking so much? Get started quickly and don't delay other students."
This has already started AOE, and Professor McGonagall is afraid that if she continues to talk about it, she will offend all American wizards.
Ginny then calmed down and reluctantly bowed to Cassandra. After standing up, she continued to cast her signature bat curse.
Cassandra had anticipated this, and her magic power gathered at the tip of her wand, disrupting Ginny's magic, and she quickly launched a counterattack.
Streams of light continuously shot out from the two people's wands. They both mastered the armor spell, and while dodging, fierce sparks would appear on their bodies and in front of them.
"Protect everyone!" Professor McGonagall took action and wrapped the entire stage in a huge protective shield.
The students were dazzled by the attack and defense between the two. Cassandra didn't behave like a third-grade student at all, and Jin... didn't behave like a tenth-grade student at all.
This is simply a female version of Tom!
Professor McGonagall tried to maintain a serious expression, but the corners of her mouth couldn't be suppressed.
Things have changed, and finally it's Gryffindor's turn to produce a genius!
Cassandra was also extremely shocked at this moment. The reason she was so arrogant was because her classmates in Ilvermorny, and even those in the grades above her, were not as good as her. This red-haired girl was only in the first grade!
I can't hold back anymore.
Cassandra gritted her teeth and cast her most powerful spell.
"Thunderbolt!"
Gloomy dark clouds gathered above the stage, and faint sounds of thunder could be heard. Ginny looked solemn and used her strongest attack spell.
"To pieces!"
Chapter 247: Hogwarts' Disastrous Defeat. Are You Rewarding Me or Yourself?
"Ginny is so strong..."
Daphne said blankly as she watched Ginny on the stage break Cassandra's armor spell with a single spell, forcing her to tumble around in a panic.
This performance, not to mention being better than when she was in the first grade, even now... she can't beat Ginny.
There's nothing she can do about it. She's not good at fighting and her reactions are always a beat slow. But Daphne doesn't care about that because Tom says she's just being silly and cute.
It's enough that Tom likes it.
"No!" Daphne turned her head sharply, looking at Tom suspiciously, and whispered, "You didn't...give her a tonic?"
"Not really." Tom shook his head. "I did give Ginny some pointers, like the spells she's using now. But I never gave her any strengthening potions. She does have quite a talent."
How good is Ginny's talent?
According to Tom's own classification method, it was almost the same as before he obtained Andros's magical talent, which was already a very high evaluation.
The most important thing is the mentality. Seeing Ginny becoming more and more fierce on the field and completely overwhelming Cassandra with her momentum, Tom admired her even more.
The combination of mentality and talent can determine the upper limit of a wizard. With proper training, Ginny will definitely become his right-hand man in the future.
However, before training her strength, the most important thing is to train her psychology. This girl is too jumpy, unlike Daphne and Astoria who are so obedient.
Daphne uttered a gloomy "oh", not because Tom helped Ginny, but because she suddenly felt so...useless.
She received the most guidance from Tom and had the most experience in potion training, but in the end she seemed to be the weakest one.
Um?
Seeing Astoria on the other side of Tom, the little girl laughed again.
"Sister!" Astoria rolled her eyes speechlessly: "Have you fallen to the point of competing with me?"
As a sister, Astoria certainly knew what her unreliable sister was thinking, and she had no temper.
"Hey, don't mind me. I'm just thinking about it secretly and won't tell you."
Tom and Astoria were both amused by her.
Rubbing his sister's head, Tom whispered, "Don't worry, maybe one day you'll be able to surpass her.
Astoria smiled sweetly and indicated that she didn't take it to heart.
She actually had no desire for strength. As long as she could live a stable life and stay with Tom and her sister, she would be satisfied.
On the ring, the battle has reached its climax and is also coming to an end.
The continuous high-intensity battle is a test for both of them. This test is not about the reserve of magic power, but the key is to continuously concentrate. Over time, the success rate of casting magic and the power of the spell will be affected.
The thunderclouds had dissipated, and Ginny's left arm was hit. A burning pain came over her, and the girl's face was twisted.
The panting Cassandra showed a smile of victory on her face, which instead aroused Ginny's ferocity. Driven by her strong will, she launched her most powerful attack.
"Shattered to pieces!"
"Fight back quickly!" Cassandra responded quickly, but to her horror, after the two spells collided fiercely, her spell was bounced away without any resistance, while Ginny's spell was still as powerful as ever.
The red light came so fast that there was no room to hide. Cassandra closed her eyes in response.
bite---!
There was a crisp sound of metal colliding, and the spell was deflected by the armor spell. Cassandra dared to open her eyes after hearing the sound, and found that Professor McGonagall was pointing his wand at her.
Obviously, the Shield Charm just now was cast by Professor McGonagall.
"Miss Worley, you've lost this battle."
Cassandra was silent for a moment before nodding: "I lost."
Ginny grinned, "Miss, please don't retaliate afterwards. I'm just an ordinary student and I can't stand being scared."
After saying that, he walked off the stage with a grin on his face and came to Tom who had already come up.
Without a word, the boy emitted a green light from his wand, healing the wound on her left arm.
"Well, I'm awesome, right?"
"Well, there's still some distance between her and me, but she's already very strong." Tom said with a smile, not dampening Ginny's spirits.
It was obvious that Ginny was helping him vent his anger today. Since the little girl was so brave, of course he had to praise her.
If people praise you, you can reach the sky.
"I want a reward." Ginny looked at Tom with sparkling eyes.
"Come to the Room of Requirement later."
Professor McGonagall had already arranged for the students to do their own training so that they could not be spectators for the entire class. At the same time, he also asked Cassandra to go to Madam Pomfrey for a checkup.
Cassandra looked at Tom and Ginny leaning against each other, and an unprecedented sense of frustration arose in her heart.
Is she really that bad?
A first-grade student could actually defeat her.
Cassandra knew that Ginny's true strength was not as good as hers, and this time she won purely by relying on her ruthlessness and the final unexpected outburst.
But if you lose, you lose. Making excuses is a sign that you can't afford to lose.
Cassandra was ashamed and doubted herself, while Frank was furious. Being outnumbered by three people, Ilvermorny was completely disgraced!
"You guys, I'm looking for the senior students at Hogwarts," he whispered, suppressing his anger.
The other Ilvermorny students nodded. The tallest, dark-haired boy looked at Tom with hostility: "Should I test Riddle?"
Frank shook his head fearfully, "Forget it, his petrification spell is too strange, let's not provoke him for now.
The black-haired boy was a little unconvinced, but under Frank's stern gaze, he left angrily and found Avery from Slytherin to challenge him.
He wouldn't be so afraid of ordinary teachers, but Frank was not only a teacher, but also his third uncle.
From this we can also see the prosperity of the Graves family. Population is very important to wizards.
After getting Tom's promise, Ginny happily returned to the gathering place of Gryffindor students, but was immediately cornered by her brothers.
"Ginny, what's going on between you and Riddle?" Percy asked seriously. Fred and George rarely smiled. Ronald, standing at the back, nodded frantically in agreement: "That's right, explain everything clearly. What is your relationship with him?"
The smile on the girl's face faded a little.
"I don't mind you ignoring me normally. I don't need it anyway. But now that I'm trying to make friends you're showing up again?"
"Ginny, you're a Gryffindor."
"So what?" Ginny said impatiently, "Gryffindors can't be friends with Slytherins? Tom taught me a lot of spells, so what's wrong with me helping him vent his anger?"
"Is that your friend?" Percy said, his saliva flying excitedly. "Just now you two were so fast!
"Shutup!" Ginny interrupted him sharply. "Percy, just mind your own business. You dislike Clearwater just because he rejected you and got close to Tom, don't you? You're such a petty person."
"Um?!"
Ronald, Gemini, three pairs of eyes all looked at Percy, whose face was as red as his hair.
Is this an unexpected gain?
"What are you looking at me for? We're talking about Ginny's problem now!" Percy shouted angrily.
"George, Fred, you and Tom are friends, so why can't I?" Ginny asked the twins.
Fred said with a bitter face: "Of course it's okay to be just ordinary friends."
George held his head and said, "But Tom is a male Veela... You see, there are always at least two girls around him."
"You are our only sister." Fred sighed: "It's too early to fall in love now. This is for your own good.
"I know what's best."
Ginny said that, pushed Ronald aside and went to find Luna.
The Weasley men looked at each other, and finally Ronald whispered, "How about... let's tell Mom."
Fred and George said in unison: "Ronnie, you are smart for once."
Friday night ended in a fierce duel...
When leaving the auditorium, Professor McGonagall looked solemn, completely lacking the joy she had when Ginny won three games in a row.
The results are not optimistic.
The senior students at Hogwarts lost more than they won... To be more precise, only Cedric the Hufflepuff won one round, while all the other fourth-year students and above lost.
This result made the mood of all the deans plummet to the bottom. They all wondered whether Dumbledore had anticipated such an outcome and therefore hid in advance.
Snape said grimly, "This is no longer a simple gap. We must strike hard."
"It's because of those idiots Dumbledore hired as Defense Against the Dark Arts professors that we have this situation. We still have a year left, and we have to do something."
"Severus, you know how difficult it is to find a qualified professor. This is not entirely Albus' fault. Professor McGonagall first spoke well of Dumbledore, then agreed: "But you are right. This cannot go on. This is not the responsibility of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor alone."
"Everyone, Mr. Riddle made a suggestion to me before..."
Professor McGonagall took this opportunity to talk about the reform of the examination system. Snape lowered his head with a strange expression.
This Tom Riddle...is really harming others and not benefiting himself.
What does he want?
It goes without saying that students who know they will have a small test every month and a big test every two months will feel devastated.
But what does it have to do with him? He is not a student.
"I think it's a good idea." Snape decisively followed the group and said solemnly to the several heads of the school: "These young wizards are just too idle. They don't focus on their work all day long. However, I think there is a loophole in this method."
"What loophole?" Professor McGonagall asked quickly. This involved changes to nearly a thousand students at Hogwarts, so she had to be careful.
"The interval between the first monthly exams is too long."
Snape folded his arms and sneered, "In order to keep the students feeling a sense of urgency, I suggest that we have a baseline test in the first week of school to see whose heads have turned into troll brains after returning from vacation.
This will also make it easier for professors to provide targeted teaching.
Flitwick and Sprout looked at him with complicated expressions.
As expected of Slytherin, the students and the headmaster are very knowledgeable.
"You don't agree?" Snape remained calm in the face of his colleagues' strange looks. "That's fine. I'll promote it within Slytherin. After all, the school's honor ultimately depends on my students."
That's really a dirty insult. You Slytherins are heroes and brave men, while we are just cowards and cowards?
"That's fine with me, Minerva. I'll just go back to setting the questions."
The good-tempered Professor Sprout also got angry, and left first after saying a few words, followed by Professor Flitwick.
Professor McGonagall said helplessly: "Severus, I know what you mean, but you should be more careful about how you speak in the future. We all want the best for the students and the school.
Snape nodded noncommittally, and the two went their separate ways.
midnight.
After twelve o'clock, Tom left the castle like a ghost and went straight from
Fly out the window on the eighth floor and then into the Room of Requirement.
Ginny was lying in the rocking chair bored, but when she heard the noise she jumped up immediately, ran to Tom and looked at him expectantly.
"What about the reward? Just give me something similar to the Petrified Eye. I'm not picky.
"You call this not picky?" Tom rolled his eyes and waved his wand at Ginny twice.
The girl's wizard robe and even the clothes underneath began to change, eventually turning into a set of knee-length white stockings and a black and white maid outfit.
Ginny's pretty face turned red.
"You, what are you doing?"
"I'm giving you a reward," Tom said matter-of-factly. "You're my little maid, so giving you a maid outfit is a reward, isn't it?"
Ginny cried out and lunged forward.
Give me a reward?
You are rewarding yourself!
Chapter 248: British Must-eat List, Capturing Peter Pettigrew
Familiar place, familiar posture.
Ginny was hung up again. Because of her clothes, she felt more ashamed this time than the previous times, especially the feeling of being squeezed on her thighs, which made her get goose bumps.
Comfortable
wrong!
"Put me down now!" Ginny thrashed around in shame and anger. "I stood up for you today, and you bullied me! Riddle, you have no heart!"
Tom looked at Ginny who was yelling and felt that something was wrong.
Even though you're scolding him...your expression shows you're enjoying it, you must be enjoying it, right?
"I thought you would be very hungry after several consecutive battles." Tom suppressed his doubts and tapped the table lightly with his fingers. A table full of delicious food filled the whole table.
He even sighed with pretended regret: "It seems that I will have to enjoy the celebration banquet I prepared for you alone."
"Tom! I want to eat! I'm starving!"
The aroma of roast chicken and bacon drifted up into Ginny's nose, immediately making her stomach growl.
"Then if you beg me, I'll help you put it down." Tom had already cut a piece of steak. It was juicy and cooked to the perfect degree, neither too tender nor too rare.
His favorite is actually the medium-rare steak. There is still blood in the middle of the medium-rare steak, but it almost disappears in the medium-rare steak. The texture and tenderness of the beef are also preserved. Pala knows his taste very well and always cooks it to perfection.
It's a pity that British beef is not suitable for hot pot, otherwise he would really like to have a hot pot.
"Please? I don't want to."
Ginny turned her head away and said, "I'm not going down. I'm the hero today, you have to feed me."
Tom looked at their posture, no, position...
So good at playing?
"Okay, today I will serve you, my hero." Tom waved his hand, and the rope began to grow longer, just enough to hang Ginny above the dining table. Tom fed her mouthful by mouthful, and the girl was not polite and ate as much as he fed her.
In the end, she ate one third of the whole table of dishes.
"Tsk, what a good eater." Tom said with disdain.
"You ate more than me!" The girl stuck out her tongue and licked the sauce on the corner of her mouth: "The rest was eaten by you, okay?
"I'm different. I'm just practicing my appetite."
Tom has been testing the limits of his appetite lately and has also tried using magic to speed up digestion, and has made some progress.
By the time Uncle Newt sent the panda over, he was basically a good-for-nothing.
Tom finally put Ginny down. It was hard to digest the food she was hanging on. She burped on the ground. Ginny came up to him and made a pitiful request:
"Teach me a few more spells, I can barely even defeat that woman."
"If you learn more, you'll be learning the Dark Arts. Volley is no weakling, and he's two years older than you. You were lucky to win today."
"This is due to the difference in age and physical development. It can't be made up simply by a few spells, unless it's dark magic."
"How could you do that!" Dui said, "Astoria, I told you that you've been at school for less than two months and you've already beaten up all the Slytherin prefects.
Tom shrugged. "Because I'm lucky. Not only do I have talent, but I also have good luck beyond that. Drink this and follow the actions in the picture above."
Ginny looked curiously at the bottle and parchment that appeared on the table. Without hesitation, she drank it and soon felt her body getting hot.
"Hurry up and move, otherwise the drug effects will accumulate in your body and cause you to have elephant leg tendons and a big belly. It's not my fault." Tom said.
He is a person who values emotional value the most. He is very satisfied with Ginny's performance today. Even if he loses to Cassandra in the end, he will not care. Attitude is the most important thing.
So this thing that was only given to one's own people was finally handed over to Ginny today.
Half an hour later, Sizhuang finally came out of the red-hot state.
Ginny couldn't feel anything else, but she felt very energetic. She had been a little sleepy just now, but now she felt like she had just woken up.
Only after Tom finished explaining did she realize how precious this potion was.
Shortening the time gap and improving the essence of life may be normal for ordinary people, just making ordinary people better, but for geniuses, the increase is huge.
"Tom, you are so nice to me." Ginny said with tears in her eyes: "When I grow up, I will be your girlfriend."
"Still want to take over?" The boy pinched her face and said, "Just be your little maid."
"The!"
The girl curled her lips and stopped pretending.
"Now that you've taken the benefit, do me another favor." Tom took out the Marauder's Map and opened it, "Look at your brother's dormitory.
"Which brother?" Ginny was a little confused.
"Ronald."
"oh.
Ginny followed Tom's wand and quickly spotted the problem.
Ronald's name almost overlapped with another name. Ginny looked at it for a long time before she could make it out: "Peter... Pettigrew, no, isn't this Pettigrew? Peter Pettigrew? What a strange name..."
Halfway through her speech, the girl fell silent.
The name clearly indicated a man's identity. Ginny, who had held the Marauder's Map for a while, was well aware of how accurate it was in displaying locations.
She already has a lot of poses in her mind... Ugh!
The girl's face turned pale and she fell into Tom's arms, feeling disgusted by her own rich imagination.
"What do you think?" asked Tom softly.
"What else can I think? Respect..."
Ginny said unhappily, "I didn't expect Ronald to...
But even if it was that person, it should have been Harry.
Fortunately, we have more male children in our family, so we don't have to worry about the problem of continuing the family line.
If it was Malfoy, wouldn't his family be in turmoil?"
Tom was so upset that he could only say that it was worthy of being on the list of must-eats in the UK. Even wizards could accept it so quickly.
Pooh!
Is this what he was asking? Ginny's train of thought had led him astray.
"No, can you please focus on the normal things? Is there a Peter Pettigrew in Gryffindor?"
Ginny was startled, then realized that she had misunderstood.
Then he frowned again.
Although it was impossible for her to remember the names of all the more than 200 people in Gryffindor, let alone the boys she had little contact with, she was sure that there was no one with such a strange name in the school, otherwise he would have become a celebrity long ago.
"Where did this person come from?"
Tom said slowly, "Eleven years ago, Harry's father, James Potter, and mother, Lily Potter, were visited by Voldemort because someone betrayed their address. That person was Sirius Black, who was imprisoned in Azkaban."
"Before Black was caught, he went after another friend of his and blew up half the street, killing thirteen innocent Muggles."
"Thirteen people..." Ginny shuddered. This was no small amount of math for the sparsely populated city of Thorn.
Tom continued, "The person Sirius Black was hunting down couldn't even find a complete body. Only a finger bone was found at the scene, and that person's name was..."
"Peter Pettigrew?" Tom had laid so much groundwork, and with Ginny's intelligence, she had already guessed the final answer and said it out in a creepy voice.
"Then why would someone who should have been dead for years appear next to Ronald?" The girl suddenly became nervous: "What's going on?"
"I don't know what's going on." Tom said simply: "But based on my observation, Peter Pettigrew should be Ronald's pet spotted dog.
"Scabbers? He's an Animagus?" Ginny's voice broke. "You mean to say Peter Pettigrew has been in my house longer than I have?"
"Hmm?" Tom nodded, suppressing a laugh. "Not much, I suppose."
He found that Ginny was really good at complaining, and her words not only hurt others but also herself.
"Catch it here. I heard Professor Snape has a lot of Veritaserum. If we just feed it a few drops, wouldn't it know everything?"
"Huh?" Ginny looked up blankly: "I'll catch it?"
"I can't get into Gryffindor, so of course I have to rely on you."
"Can I do it?" Ginny knew her own strength. Bullying lower grade students was not a problem for her, but Peter Pettigrew was a powerful wizard who had mastered Animagus. At least he was not weak in Transfiguration.
"fool!"
Tom tapped her head and said, "Go ahead and cheat, go ahead and sneak attack. What are you afraid of with the Petrifying Eye?"
"That's right. Ginny was also upset at her own stupidity for forgetting the ultimate weapon.
Suddenly Ginny thought of another question and asked abruptly: "Who did you give the other basilisk's eye to?"
"You don't know him." Tom waved his hand. "He's not from our school."
"It must be a girl." The girl's voice was sour.
Tom didn't deny it. Instead, he said righteously, "She's only seven or eight years old. I'm doing this for her safety. Girls should protect themselves when they're out there."
Tom gave the other Petrifying Eye to Gabrielle, and it was different from Ginny's.
That one was more focused on protection, providing super strong protection when encountering danger.
At the same time, the snake pupil would also be activated, ensuring Gabrielle's safety even when facing several adult wizards.
Because of this, Furong has been angry for half a month.
Imagine a girl who is overjoyed to receive a gift from her beloved. It is not only beautiful in style but also powerful in function. She is eager to give herself to him.
Please pass it on to my sister-in-law.
Anyone would collapse if this happened to them.
Anyway, Tom didn't dare to mess with Fleur recently, so he quickly asked Malfoy's mother to buy him some nice jewelry.
"No, I still know too few spells. You must teach me two more self-defense spells. What if Peter Pettigrew runs away?" Ginny's eyes turned smartly and she made another request.
"Okay." Tom thought for a moment, "I'll teach you another one: Divine Sharpness. This spell must be used with caution. The wound won't heal without a counter-spell."
Daphne is responsible for happiness, Hermione is responsible for learning, Fleur is responsible for beauty, and Astoria is responsible for being a mascot.
As for the battle, we can only rely on Ginny, so Mu is not reluctant to train her.
On Saturday morning, the atmosphere in the auditorium was a bit depressing.
When facing the outside world with unity, Hogwarts still has a strong sense of collective honor.
Yesterday, it was severely humiliated by Ilvermorny and Castrobush.
Fortunately, Ginny and Cedric saved some face for Hogwarts, otherwise many people would not be ashamed to come to the hall for dinner today.
After dinner, Tom went to see the Whomping Willow.
With the arrival of summer, the branches and leaves of the Whomping Willow became more and more lush, and a batch of harvest would be available soon.
In addition to the liquid medicine made by the centaur tribe, after such a long delay, the mass production of "I Chat" would soon be on track.
"Tom!"
Hagrid, who was about to go to the vegetable garden to remove insects, saw Tom and waved at him.
Tom walked over and asked, "Hagrid, will the Acromantula deliver on time this time?"
Hagrid nodded affirmatively. "With the vixens and ghouls you provide, Aragog's descendants will never go hungry."
"That's fine. Please give the materials to Fox during the summer vacation, and they will be sent to me."
Hagrid agreed with a strange look on his face.
How did Dumbledore's bird become Tom's messenger?
After they parted ways, Tom spent a quiet morning with Astoria and Daphne, and at the appointed time he went to the rooftop.
Isabella and another professor, Alessio, had been waiting for a long time.