Chapter 290: Call Me Director Riddle, The Hardest Trial
The wisdom of the gargoyles did come from Ravenclaw, and Ravenclaw had no way of denying it.
But it is not the kind of wisdom that Tom understands, the ability to think and have your own understanding, which is wisdom.
The extent of his subsequent growth has nothing to do with Ravenclaw himself.
"Why is it okay?"
Tom retorted, "That means your magic didn't give creatures enough intelligence, which is why the gate beast is so stupid now."
Ravenclaw was speechless. "You're just making a far-fetched argument.
If a mother gives birth to a child who isn't born with a birth defect, with proper upbringing, it should be able to reach the level of intelligence of a normal person.
The gargoyle has no fundamental problems, but the previous headmasters didn't properly train it and didn't treat it as an intelligent creature."
Well, Ravenclaw's evasion of responsibility was indeed clever, leaving Tom speechless.
During the communication, he also walked into the principal's office. The room was quiet. Fox was sleeping on the shelf. The silverware on the table emitted bursts of white mist with a calming fragrance.
But this tranquility was soon broken.
"Riddle boy, you're finally here."
The headmaster statues opened their eyes one after another.
Phineas smiled and greeted Tom. "I always said that there would be no traitors in the Black family.
That damned Peter Pettigrew actually dared to slander the Black family.
If I were still alive, I would definitely skin his rats and make a rug out of him."
"Thanks to you for finding that rat this time. I would like to express my gratitude to you on behalf of all the ancestors of the Black family."
The other headmasters also understood why Phineas, who had always been at odds with Tom, had changed so much. Sirius was the only male descendant of the Black family and the key to the continuation of the pureblood lineage of the ten great families.
If they knew that their family would no longer be extinct, they would have the same attitude as Phineas, or even be more excited.
"Just verbal thanks, without some sincerity?"
"Sincerity?" Phineas was stunned. "What benefit do you want from a portrait of mine? Go to 387 and find my great-great-grandson. You can take your pick of gold and treasures. We in the Black family lack everything except money!"
Tom nodded. "Indeed, Sirius is much more generous than you. He has opened up all his family books and secret techniques to me."
"What?!" Phineas, who had been so pleasant just now, suddenly changed his expression: "This prodigal! Is he going to hand over the roots of the Black family?!"
Phineas didn't care how much money he was offered as a reward, but when it came to the family inheritance, it was no use.
Tom will certainly pass on what he has learned to future generations, and those things that claim to be unique to Blake will no longer be special.
"You are just a portrait, don't worry about it."
After Tom finished speaking, he ignored Phineas who was yelling and turned to pick up Fox who had woken up because of their conversation.
"Chirp———!"
Little brother, you come to see me!
"Yes, thank you for your hard work during this holiday."
Tom took out the herbs he had prepared and treated Fox to a good meal. During the summer vacation, Fox successfully completed the delivery task and delivered the raw materials collected by Hagrid to the Greengrass family.
Fox was eating happily, and Tom was sitting on the sofa watching him. After Fox finished eating and started to comb his feathers, he said, "Fox, do you have time tonight? I need your help with something."
"Chirp—!"
Fox agreed readily without even asking any questions.
With a creak, the wooden door of the office was pushed open and Dumbledore walked in. He was not surprised to see Tom in the room. He had guessed something when the gargoyle appeared at the door.
Tom stood up and greeted, "Good afternoon, Professor."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Riddle." Dumbledore walked to his seat and sat down. A flick of his hand brought a cup of strong tea and a plate of dessert to Tom and him. "I was just out for a walk, and you returned the gargoyle. Did he enjoy his holiday?"
Tom blew on his hot tea, took a sip, and nodded. "Very good. He's already made an appointment with me to take it with him next summer vacation. Professor, I suggest you use this time to find a replacement. The wooden plank really doesn't suit your status."
Dumbledore gave a wry smile and said, "I'm already looking. What do you think of releasing one?"
"I think snakes are better."
"Hmm... not bad, maybe when this becomes your office someday, you can try putting a snake at the door.
Tom blinked. What did he mean? Was he promising him the chance to become a principal?
Dumbledore put down his teacup and folded his fingers. "Come to think of it... I was looking for you, Mr. Riddle."
"Regarding the group of Dementors who wanted to search the train the day before yesterday...was it you who did it?"
"That's right." Tom said frankly, "Daphne and Hermione were both resting at the time, and I didn't want those monsters to disturb them. [Could it be that the Ministry of Magic has come to you to complain?"]
"It's not like I'm complaining." Dumbledore laughed dumbly. "The Ministry of Magic just came to me to inquire about the situation. They are completely confused. The Dementors only said that someone cast a powerful Patronus Charm, but they don't know who it was."
"The reason I gave was that they triggered the express train's self-protection mechanism, and it wasn't a deliberate targeting."
Dumbledore was actually quite happy. He was happy that Tom's Patronus was so strong, which showed that he had a lot of beautiful and firm memories. "This is a very good sign.
As for scaring off the Dementors, he didn't care about such trivial matters at all.
I brought this up today just to remind Tom: "Mr. Riddle, I understand your aversion to Dementors. I don't like them either, but they are ultimately the Ministry of Magic's men, and they are here to capture criminals."
"Just pretend they don't exist. Magic and Dementors promised not to enter the school."
Tom rubbed his chin. "I think we should let them withdraw. That way, we can better capture Lestrange and Lockhart."
Dumbledore was startled. "Why?"
"It's very simple."
The young man spread his hands and said, "Lockhart and Lestrange are targeting Harry and me.
How dare they come with the Dementors blocking the school entrance? It's better for them to retreat and put the people in front of me.
I guarantee that the battle will be over in five seconds."
With the help of the power of time, Tom saw that Lockhart and Bella were eating and drinking to replenish their bodies in Manchester, and had no intention of coming to Hogwarts. The Ministry of Magic and the Dementors were simply doing useless work.
But he had never been to Manchester, so he couldn't pinpoint the exact location.
The time that the future scene appears is too short, less than a second.
This is the result of regular training.
Tom and Grindelwald have discussed that the biggest difference between their talents is that Tom can see more possibilities and has precise timing, and the future development has great potential.
Grindelwald's talent is difficult to control, often triggered passively and without a specific time.
For example, he once showed the saints the horrific scene of World War, but that was only the most likely scenario for the future, and he didn't know when it would happen.
Dumbledore's eyelids twitched when he heard Tom's idea. It was too simple and crude. He knew that Tom would not care about the two fugitives at all, but Harry could not [other students were also in danger.
"Catching fugitives is the Ministry of Magic's responsibility, Mr. Riddle. You and I don't have to worry about it. It's getting late. Would you like to have dinner together?"
"Forget it, Daphne is still waiting for me." Tom shook his head, stood up, put Fox, who had been in his arms, back on the bird stand before walking out the door.
"Oh, right." Standing at the door, Tom suddenly turned around and said, "Professor, from now on just call me Director Riddle. That's just my job title during work.
Dumbledore watched in amazement as Tom left the office.
Did he offend Tom recently? Why does it feel like this kid's attitude towards him is a little off?
.....
Late at night, forbidden forest.
Fox's fire illuminated the dense woods. The surroundings were very humid, so Tom was not worried that Fox would set the Forbidden Forest on fire.
"Chirp———!"
Fox flew proudly in mid-air, staring at Tom. The young man explained, "Well, I've been training in Apparition lately, and I feel like I've perfected it. So I'm going to have a competition with you to see who can move faster."
"Chiu?!"
Fox showed a humanized look of contempt, as if saying, "Little brother, are you getting carried away? You're actually competing with me in speed."
"I really don't agree." Tom rolled up his sleeves and called Dabao over to be the referee. Then he asked, "Where has Dumbledore taken you?"
Fox suggested several places, and finally Tom chose one.
"Okay, let's go to Istanbul. Let's see who can fly the fastest round trip. If I lose, I'll cover your meals for a week. I'm definitely not as stingy as Dumbledore.
As he spoke, Tom took out a few red fruits. These were money tree fruits, also known as phoenix eggs, which contained strong medicinal properties and fire energy. When Fox saw them, he immediately flew over and pecked away two of them.
"Okay, let's start after we're full."
"DEX!"
Tom gave Dabao a look, and a white ball of light emerged from the unicorn's horn. The ball of light floated into the sky, rising to about twenty meters and then exploded.
The next second, Tom and Fox disappeared at the same time.
The distance from Hogwarts to Istanbul is nearly 3,000 kilometers, and the distance from the North Pole to the South Pole is about 20,000 kilometers. Although it is short, some clues can be seen.
Tom's maximum distance of Apparition has exceeded one thousand kilometers, but it has put a great burden on his spirit and consciousness. Fortunately, he has a strong foundation, and even in a dizzy state, he can still lock onto the destination and continue to Apparition forcibly.
For three consecutive times, Tom arrived at the place he and Fox had agreed to meet - the top of the Hagia Sophia. He was faster than Fox, and it took a few seconds for Fu Xin to show up.
Fox was surprised to see that Tom arrived earlier than him. His competitive spirit was completely aroused. He only rested for two minutes before starting to return.
But Tom couldn't keep up. His head felt like it had been hammered with a sledgehammer hundreds of times and turned into a mess. He couldn't visualize the destination of his Apparation at all, so he fell asleep.
An hour later, Fox, who was almost asleep on the unicorn's head, finally arrived and saw Tom, who looked listless.
"Dabao, how long has it been back?"
"Woo woo woo!"
"Fifty minutes faster than me?"
The young man grimaced. He knew from the beginning that this task was difficult, but he didn't expect the gap to be so big.
The maximum distance of his Apparition was not much different from Fox's, but three times in a row was his limit. It took too long to recover. He had just come back by dragging his body forcefully. It was only 7,000 kilometers. The longer the distance of the race, the bigger the gap would be.
"Chirp—!"
Fox landed on his shoulder, cheek to cheek, and warm power surged into their bodies, making Tom feel better.
"I know. I won't cheat. Do you think I'm Dumbledore?"
Tom held the phoenix in his arms, rubbed its head unhappily, and slowly walked towards the castle.
He had a feeling that this mission was probably the ten most difficult of all the trials.
Chapter 291: Baseline Test, New Products
Before the little wizards had recovered from their holiday laziness, they had to face the first exam of the semester.
Although this exam is not as formal and grand as the final exam, the content and difficulty are similar and it lasts for two days.
During breakfast, students received their schedules and went to designated classrooms as required.
The first exam subject for the third grade is Potions, a 45-minute written test and an hour of practical work.
Tom absentmindedly moved Hermione's crucible to his own, and returned the untouched materials and his own crucible to Hermione, completing a win-win exchange.
Harry, who was not far away, was stunned. He stared at Snape who had just passed by them. His emerald green eyes seemed to be able to speak - Are you blind? You can't even see this?
"Longbottom, if you take the wrong materials from Finchley again, I will tell you, Professor McGonagall, that you have become so successful that you dared to cheat on my exam." Snape used practical actions to prove that he was not only not blind, but also able to see and hear everything.
Neville was so frightened that his hand trembled, and all the borer powder in his hand fell into the crucible, completely ruining the potion. Justin Finch-Fletchley also cried because Neville was destroying his material.
Snape chose to ignore Tom's little gesture.
Although he didn't know what Tom was thinking, he understood his character. If he went up to him and caused trouble now, he would be worried about being retaliated against afterwards.
This exam is to test the bottom line of those idiots. What does it have to do with a pervert like Riddle?
In the study space, Tom invited all three teachers over and told them about his troubles.
"No, absolutely no. My brain is overloaded and needs nearly an hour to recover, but Fox only needs two minutes to rest."
"How can I make my Apparition level surpass Phoenix's talent?"
Three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang. These three are Zhuge Liang-level figures among wizards. They should be able to come up with a solution, right?
The first Zhuge Liang to withdraw was Andros. Back then, he didn't have magic like Apparition yet, and he learned it from books after gathering the sorcerers. His level was definitely not as good as the other two.
He made a zippering motion at his lips and looked at Grindelwald and Ravenclaw just as Tom did.
Grindelwald frowned. "From the North Pole to the South Pole, and back... that's a bit of an exaggeration. I haven't even tried it myself."
"The longest I traveled that year was from Berlin to Bhutan. I stopped three times in between. I felt dizzy when I arrived, but I still had enough energy to Apparate two or three more times. [That was about the limit.]
Tom quickly calculated the distance in his mind and finally gave a thumbs up:
"You're awesome."
The distance from Berlin to Bhutan almost spans the continent, at least 7,000 kilometers, which is not much different from his match with Fawkes, but Grindelwald paused as many times as him and still had energy left, which was much faster than his current Apparition level.
Just as Old Ge showed a smug smile, Tom continued, "No wonder you were as hard to catch as a mouse back then. Uncle Newt only caught you once."
Your uncle Scamander!
After suppressing Grindelwald's arrogance, Tom had to admit his level.
Normally, when a wizard Apparates, they move as if being sucked into a space channel by a flush toilet, with their bodies spinning at high speed into a vortex. Apparition is like the reverse of Apparition, where they are thrown out in a short time.
But Grindelwald is different. When he teleports, a door opens in front of him, he steps over the threshold, and arrives at his destination when he appears.
"I must warn you."
Seeing Tom deep in thought, Grindelwald poured cold water on him. "Even if your Apparition skills surpass mine, I'm not sure you can defeat the Phoenix.
The biggest problem right now is the recovery period.
You have a better foundation than me, and your mind and soul are even stronger than mine, so your recovery time will be shorter than mine."
"If you can't complete it in one go, even if you're ahead, Fox will easily catch up. Humans and Phoenixes have different physiques."
"Yeah..." Tom sighed, "What's needed is not burst, but endurance."
He looked at his last hope, "Ravenclaw, what about you?"
"I have a few ideas." The woman smiled slightly, and her mature charm made Tom look sideways.
Big sister is good... Especially this kind of intellectual big sister, if she wears glasses
But now he had no woman in his heart, only Phoenix, so he quickly calmed down and followed Ravenclaw's high spirits.
Ravenclaw put down the book and said softly, "I don't like to bring up speculations and hypotheses.
Tom, I still know too little about you.
I'll observe your training over the next few days to judge your true level.
Only then can I provide a more accurate solution and customize a study plan for the future.
Is that okay with you?"
Tom nodded repeatedly.
It's rigorous, so damn rigorous, worthy of being a school, it's even more professional than these two amateurs.
"Then I'll wait for your good news."
The young man disappeared and left the learning space.
...
After the first exam, Tom, Hermione and Daphne went to the next Charms exam room.
As they were walking through the small garden, Fox arrived and looked at him eagerly. Tom had no choice but to take out a handful of herbs and feed them to Daphne. Daphne looked at him strangely.
"Why did Fox come to you for food?"
"Because Dumbledore is too poor to afford a phoenix," Tom said casually. "His salary is so low, and if Fawkes wants something nice to eat, he has no choice but to ask me."
Daphne nodded thoughtfully.
"Then let's just buy the Fox so it will be convenient for us to go out and play in the future.
"DEX!"
Fox cried out in dissatisfaction. He was a phoenix, how could his value be measured by useless money?
Hermione also thought Daphne's idea was too naive: "Daphne, Dumbledore may not be as rich as your family, but money has no meaning to a person like him. He can't sell Fawkes."
"How do you know if you don't try?"
Daphne didn't understand bird language, but she probably guessed that Fox was despising her just now, so she didn't care too much.
She remembered her mother saying that there is no money in the world that cannot be spent. If there is, it must be because the way of spending money is wrong. If she changes her thinking ten times, she may get something out of it.
Just like when she wanted to give money to Tom but couldn't give it directly, she later found an excuse of a private tutor and achieved her goal.
A similar approach could surely be used against Fawkes and Dumbledore.
Fox ate happily, and Tenny silently memorized the types of these herbs.
"Let's go."
After Fox finished eating and flew away, the three of them hurried to the next examination room.
Two days passed in a flash and the baseline test was over.
Except for a few top students, none of the other students were happy.
Although the exam is over, classes will resume as normal the next day.
It is completely different from the one-week vacation after the final exam.
Moreover, after two and a half months of summer vacation, few people will take the initiative to review even if they know that there will be an exam at the beginning of the school year.
You can imagine what kind of results you will get.
Fortunately, this report card will not be sent to their homes, otherwise I would definitely be madly greeted by parents on my chat.
Tom walked out of Snape's office with three more potion recipes in his hand.
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A brightening potion that can make the skin bright and radiant.
A freckle removal potion can remove acne scars.
The last one was a scented shampoo. Tom strongly suspected that Snape had designed it to compete with the Potter family's fast-smoothing hair spray because the potion he requested did not contain this product.
However, the shampoo formula had long been sold by Harry's grandfather, Fletmont, and Snape had no idea what he was after.
The difficulty of these potion recipes was not high, and the effects were not particularly good - this was what Tom had deliberately emphasized.
It was true that Snape was a master of potions, and it was not difficult for him to research a potion that was ten times more effective, but he did not understand business.
If you drop a trump card right at the start, how can you update and upgrade it later? If the effect is very good and one bottle can last for a long time, how can you continue to exploit customers?
Of course Snape rejected these requests, thinking it was an insult to his level. How could he, Snape, develop such a rubbish potion?
But he had no choice but to accept the offer, as Tom had kept a trick up his sleeve when teaching him the spell, and the magic was not simple at all.
He still had some questions for Tom, so he had to accept the offer.
However, there was one condition that Tom had to agree to - he was not allowed to say that he had developed the potion, as he could not afford to lose face.
Tom also felt a little regretful. He had wanted to use Snape's name to promote himself, but it seemed that it wouldn't work.
But it didn't matter, he could say that this was an ancient recipe, which was brought out from dangerous ancient ruins by a group of powerful wizards with untold hardships.
The effect was weakened due to the reduction of some materials.
This would also provide an excuse for future upgrades - finding better alternative materials.
But there is still a problem facing Tom. He has the formula, but he has no trustworthy subordinates. There must be a potion master who meets the standards on the Saints' side [but he doesn't want too many people to know about his connection with the Saints.
So we still have to find a new ox or horse.
Walking into the lounge, Tom's eyes lit up when he saw Zabini playing simulated Quidditch with Rosier.
The cattle and horses are right beside me?
"Bruce." Tom's tone was more gentle than ever before: "Do you have time later? I have something to tell you."
"Of course, Tom."
Shabini called a student over to continue the fight with Rozier, then stood up and walked over to Tom, and the two of them returned to the dormitory together.
"Take a look at these potion recipes first. I don't think they're too difficult for your level."
Tom gave him the potion formula. Zabini looked at it carefully and nodded confidently: "As long as you get familiar with it a few times, I can guarantee a success rate of nearly 100%. Tom
Do you want me to brew these potions?"
"That's right, but it's not just a few bottles, it's a large supply.
Tom gestured for Zabini to sit down. The two of them sat facing each other on their respective beds before he continued, "I was planning to put these three products on the shelves of my Held Magic Workshop, but my energy is limited and I really don't have time to stock up, so I thought of you."
"If you agree, we can negotiate the salary you want."
Shabini looked at the formula with some hesitation. He liked potions, but repeatedly brewing the same potion was not a hobby, but just a boring job. He didn't want to waste a lot of time on work every day. After all, he was not short of money.
Eight stepfathers and one biological father provided him with favorable material conditions.
But he didn't dare refuse Tom's request.
Suddenly, Zabini thought of something and said excitedly: "Tom, I don't want money...
Malfoy said you gave him a notebook.
If you can give me one, I will help you make potions for a semester.
If you can give me a stronger one so that I can beat Malfoy severely, I will ask you to make the potion for a semester!"
Chapter 292: The Real House of Requests, What Makes People Human?
If Malfoy had a hatred value system, Tom believed he would become an immortal legend.
Not only did Harry hate him to the core, but there was also a group of people in the academy who disliked his arrogance. He had never expected that Zabini would make such a big sacrifice in order to defeat Malfoy.
But this is good...Employees who don't ask for money are good employees.
It's just a note, wouldn't it be enough to just make a copy?
Immediately, a brilliant smile bloomed on the boy's face, brighter than the sun: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? How would I have known if you hadn't told me?"
"It's just notes, no problem. Give me a few days to streamline it. I guarantee you'll learn more easily and quickly catch up with Malfoy."
"Oh, right." Tom suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I have a notebook here..."
"What?"
Influenced by his mysterious look, Shabini subconsciously lowered his voice and leaned forward.
The Half-Blood Prince's Notebook is a notebook written by a potion master during his student days. It contains many improved potion recipes and powerful curses.
Zabini's breathing was rapid, and his eyes revealed two words—want.
"Work hard." Tom patted his shoulder. "When the results are good tomorrow, I'll give you the notes. Well, I can only give you part of it, but it should be enough for you to learn.
"Tom, where are the materials? I'm going to live now!! Group
Shabini was like a chicken with its blood pumped up, and he couldn't wait to fill Tom's shop with the magic potion he brewed.
Unfortunately, Tom doesn't have any materials at the moment, and they won't be delivered until the weekend at the earliest, leaving him with nowhere to vent his energy.
Shabini spent the entire day on Friday studying the three recipes, memorizing the methods of processing the ingredients and the details of cooking them by heart.
As soon as the materials arrived on Saturday, Zabini brought his crucible to the Potions classroom and started working hard. Tom asked Snape to guide him for a day, and he should be able to master it after a day.
Tom was not idle either.
In the morning, he accompanied Penelope to watch the hand-cranked movie of "The Wizard of Oz". This was the inspiration given to him by Ross showing him the Muggle thermal weapons. Although Hogwarts cannot use electromagnetic equipment, this old-fashioned machine is not affected.
At noon, he secretly took Astoria to Mrs. Puddifoot's Tea House for a lunch that was so sweet that it was sickening.
He hurried back in the afternoon, first tutoring Hermione, and then accompanying Daphne to play with the reunion party.
As for the others, they could only be arranged for the weekend. Originally, he could accompany Qiu tonight to read some novels he bought from the Muggle bookstore, but he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten ten things.
Tom walked back and forth three times in front of the Room of Requirement, thinking of entering Ravenclaw's bedroom.
But after walking, the wall was still smooth and the door did not appear.
"No?" Tom touched the wall and walked again. This time, all he wanted was an empty room, and sure enough, he succeeded.
Ravenclaw inside the space smiled and said, "My bedroom isn't that easy to get into."
"But I'm already in, aren't I?" Tom shrugged, looking at the darkness around him. "I've been to the Room of Requirement countless times, and I never imagined this was your bedroom, with no windows."
Ravenclaw smiled faintly, "Things that can be solved with magic are never difficult. I'll teach you a spell. This is the 'key' to open the door."
Under Ravenclaw's instruction, Tom quickly mastered the spell to awaken the room. Gently waving his wand, a stream of blue light drew a graceful arc, then turned into starlight and dissipated.
A moment later, white light appeared from the deepest part of the room, quickly occupying all the space and continuing to extend.
From Tom's perspective, everything seemed to be moving backwards.
The sound of flowing water could be heard all around, and the white light slowly receded like a lotus garden.
Tom wondered if he had been transferred to another place and was no longer in Hogwarts, because this was not a house at all, but a small world.
He stood on the lush grass, in front of him was a clear stream, with a wooden bridge connecting the two banks.
On the opposite bank is a three-story villa. The whole house is made of white stones and lies lazily in the garden, exuding a tranquil pastoral style. The sky in the distance is even more magical, reflecting the scenery of the grassland and the Black Lake outside the castle.
He even saw several familiar classmates feeding the fish by the lake.
"Welcome to my bedroom, Tom."
Ravenclaw looked at her bedroom with the help of Tom's eyes. Although she had no memory of the past thousand years, as if the time had passed in the blink of an eye, after learning some things, she still felt a sense of desolation.
Tom was speechless: "You call this a bedroom?"
"Isn't the bedroom the place only Helena and I can enter?" Ravenclaw's question left the boy speechless.
After crossing the small wooden bridge, Tom came to the house.
When he approached the back door, it opened automatically, and the warm living environment came into view.
Ravenclaw had a great preference for blue, and the room was decorated with different blue colors, but it did not look monotonous, because each blue had a different feeling when looked at carefully.
Ravenclaw's achievements in art also surpass most people. Just look at Hogwarts Castle to see that not everyone can design something that combines heritage and art.
The most special thing about the whole room is the parchment that can be seen everywhere, on the table, on the sofa, on the closet, on the floor, and even on the side of the trash can.
Ravenclaw showed a rare look of embarrassment. "Well... I'm pretty casual in life. I often just pick up a pen and paper and write down whatever comes to mind. Sometimes it's useless stuff, so I'm too lazy to collect and organize it. I'll just take a look at it when I remember it."
This room was just as she said. Apart from Helena and herself, even the other three giants had never set foot in it. The party with Hufflepuff was not in this space, so Ravenclaw was too lazy to clean it up.
Tom smiled and nodded in understanding.
Women's rooms are often messier than men's. Take Daphne, for example. If the house-elves hadn't helped her clean up, her clothes would have piled up into a small mountain at the end of the bed.
What's even more amazing is that many girls' rooms are messy, but they can find exactly what they want in all kinds of unexpected corners, which can be considered a kind of talent.
Tom bent down and gently picked up the sheep's notes one by one.
It's not that I don't want to use magic, but after thousands of years, these papers seem to have not changed, but the inside is already very fragile and will turn into powder and float away if you are not careful.
These are Ravenclaw's original manuscripts, and each one has extremely high research value.
Ravenclaw wanted to help Tom and end this awkward situation, but unfortunately she could only watch...
"By the way, the trigger for your soul's awakening should be Helena's coming to the Room of Requirement, right?" Tom asked while packing.
"That's right." Ravenclaw liked Tom's cleverness: "I originally just wanted to see Helena one last time, but my physical condition really didn't allow me to delay any longer, so I had to cut off my soul and memories and seal them away.
"Who would have thought that she would also..."
At this point, Ravenclaw was a little depressed: "It's just a crown, isn't it? I didn't let her use it because I didn't want her to become dependent on it. Stealing it would be fine, but running so far away, I feel like I've committed a huge mistake."
"Which child hasn't secretly taken something from their parents? Why did she react so strongly?"
Moving a pen holder aside, Tom collected a stack of manuscript paper and said casually, "You should read more books on how to communicate between parents and children. Adults and children have different perspectives on things."
The emotions generated are naturally different."
"You are Ravenclaw, the wisest witch. As your daughter, how much pressure do you think Helena is under?"
Ravenclaw frowned: "Other people's comments and opinions do bring pressure, but I have told Helena more than once not to care about what others think and to take care of yourself first.
"If parents could just listen to their words, would there still be so many rebellious teenagers in the world?"
Tom finally felt superior to the Wise Witch. "You don't consider Helena's perspective, so you naturally can't empathize with her.
As the rift widens, even without the Corona incident, other factors will inevitably drive you apart."
Ravenclaw remained silent. This was not an area she was familiar with, and she did not have enough knowledge or theory to refute it.
"Don't worry, I will help you teach the beauties in the future."
Ravenclaw smiled and teased, "In terms of age, Helena is much older than you. In terms of seniority, you two are of the same generation."
"There's an old Eastern saying that a wise man is a teacher. When it comes to being a person and handling emotions, I'm much better than she is."
"That's true."
The two of them have already reached the third floor.
The third floor is divided into two parts. One side is Ravenclaw's living room, which occupies a smaller area, and the other side is Ravenclaw's study.
Their relationship wasn't good enough for him to enter and leave the bedroom at will, so this time he only went to the study.
Books are different from draft parchments. Because they are protected by magic, they can still be used normally even after a thousand years. Tom's eyes lit up when he saw it.
There were books with names he had never heard of, and many of them had handwritten titles on the covers. Judging from the handwriting, they should be Ravenclaw's own works.
Tom is just like Zhu Bajie entering the Silken Web Cave. The erotic books are tempting him to flip through them and investigate them fiercely. How can he tolerate this?
Tom picked up a book by Ravenclaw and started flipping through it.
He came in the afternoon, and when he came to his senses, it was already Sunday morning.
Due to the writing habits of Old English grammar, Tom read slowly and only skimmed through three books in one night.
But maybe it was a coincidence, but all the books he read... were related to "memory", including related research and a few magic spells about memory.
"Discovered?" Seeing Tom's frown, Ravenclaw yawned lazily: "Yes, memory is one of my main research areas.
"Tom, what do you think makes people human?"
Chapter 293: The True Meaning of Ravenclaw's Motto
Ravenclaw asked a very profound question, one that had almost no standard answer.
Tom thought for almost a minute before saying, "What you want to ask is how to define a person as 'he', right?"
The witch showed an admiring expression on her face: "Tom, Slytherin snatched you away, and the Sorting Hat was an accomplice. You should join my house."
It seemed like Tom was talking nonsense, but that was the core of the problem. What Ravenclaw was really asking was a question similar to that in philosophy - who am I and who am I?
After a moment's silence, Tom finally answered, "The body forms the vehicle, the soul gives it life, and the ego is the entity of thought. It continues to grow and evolve through interaction with the world, ultimately forming the 'self.'
Ravenclaw didn't comment immediately, but instead thought carefully about Tom's answer, nodding occasionally.
"Did you come up with all this yourself, Tom?"
"Not entirely," Tom said honestly. "In ancient times, during the Ming Dynasty, there was a great man named Wang Yangming. His core concept was 'the unity of knowledge and action.' These are my own theories, drawn from my knowledge and experience."
Ravenclaw said cautiously, "Please help me collect his works."
Tom smiled and nodded in agreement. "What do you think of my answer?"
"I can't comment," Ravenclaw shook her head. "Everyone's perception of the world and themselves is different. Other people's judgments are irrelevant. I'm asking simply to draw inferences from other situations and analyze your personality and future development."
Tom was speechless, not knowing whether to say Ravenclaw was dedicated or too rational.
Dedication means always remembering one's responsibilities as a teacher and being overly rational... That's her attitude. She completely treats him as a data sample for analysis.
"What about you? Do you think memory is the most important essence of a person?"
Ravenclaw nodded as a matter of course: "Yes, I think that the body and soul are not as important as memory. A person is a collection of perceptions, derived from the coherence of memory and experience.
All your past and present cognitions and memories make up who you are; your soul and body are just vessels that carry you.
"The body and soul are the boat, and the memories are the people on the boat?" Tom couldn't help but complain.
Ravenclaw's eyes lit up. "Interesting, Tom. You're quite perceptive."
"No, I just know this sentence, but I don't have any understanding of it. It has nothing to do with me."
The woman waved her hand and leaned back on the sofa in a lazy pose, her perfect curves visible. "It doesn't matter. The more you know, the more you gain when you align it with your own path. That's the power of knowledge."
"Let's talk about memory.
I once conducted an experiment where I completely extracted one person's memory, implanted it into another's brain, and then altered their appearance.
From then on, B became A.
Following A's lifestyle, their interpersonal relationships continued to leave their mark on this world until death."
Tom retorted: "But this person is still B after all, his essence has not become A.
Ravenclaw chuckled. "Who recognizes his true nature? In his mind, he is A."
"Let me put it another way. If you implant a wizard's memories into a Muggle, will he be able to use magic?"
"Not yet." Ravenclaw shook his head slightly. "But that's because biological species change. According to your theory, if the ship changes but the people don't, it will naturally cause a series of changes."
"But...what does this have to do with your journey as a wizard?" Tom asked puzzledly.
Ravenclaw pointed to his head and said, "Memories can be deleted, transferred, or even fabricated.
For example, I have several memories of ancient wizards in my mind right now, but I deleted the process of transferring those memories and perfectly integrated them with my own experience.
This memory is my 'real experience', allowing me to transcend the past and present and live in every era.
"Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth, but wealth can be traded and plundered."
The room fell silent, and Tom felt his hands and feet getting colder than ever before... Ravenclaw's philosophy was horrifying, and he suddenly understood why there were so many greedy, selfish, and ruthless people in Ravenclaw House, even colder-blooded than Slytherin.
Their founder is a madman, a greedy and indifferent madman.
"Are you scared?"
Ravenclaw waved a blanket over the long, half-exposed legs. "I'm not trying to force my ideas on you. Of course, if you want to learn, I'll teach you without reservation. First, read all the books here. After that, you'll have a more comprehensive understanding of my teachings."
Tom nodded and exited the study space, only then realizing that he was already sweating coldly.
"Slytherin, I misunderstood you... She is the hidden boss of the school."
Tom is actually an indifferent person at heart, and his attitude towards most of the world is similar to that of looking at NPCs.
But from the overall peaceful and tranquil world, he still felt uncomfortable with the sudden transition to an immortal world that feeds on human beings, especially since the image of Ravenclaw had undergone a major change in his mind.
However, he did not feel any fear. After all, the soul was in his hands. With system restrictions that were higher than the world's rules, even the "Mu Xiu Legend" could not pose a threat to him.
He and Ravenclaw tacitly agreed not to mention that conversation again. Tom still followed Ravenclaw's advice and read the books in the library.
On Monday, the professors finished grading the exams after working overtime over the weekend. What was the result?
Looking at their serious expressions, it was clear that the professors were very dissatisfied with the results this time, which could be said to be terrible.
The performance of most students made the professors wonder if they had forgotten to teach them last year, otherwise why would they not even remember the key points of the entire year.
Even the good old Professor Flitwick was much more serious in class than before.
"I think Mr. Riddle's suggestion last week was a good one. Some people's behavior really requires communication between professors and parents to find a good solution."
His words made many people tremble. Didn't you agree that the grades wouldn't be sent to parents this time? Professor, you can't go back on your word!
Luckily, Flitwick was just trying to scare them this time. "Because this was the first placement test, and perhaps you didn't perform well, I've decided to give you one more chance.
If your performance in the monthly exam at the beginning of next month is still unsatisfactory, I'll hand the list over to Professor McGonagall, and she'll handle it."
hiss....
The sound of people gasping for air came one after another, and the temperature in the room rose a lot.
If Professor McGonagall were to communicate with the parents, there would be no need to wait until the holidays. It is very likely that their parents would chase them to Hogwarts on the weekend to deal with them.
All of a sudden, all the little wizards sat up straight, and they couldn't be more serious.
Having achieved the desired effect, Professor Flitwick smiled slightly, then quickly faded away, unnoticed by the students.
He said, "Okay, close your books.
This class I'm going to teach you a new spell—the Repositioning Charm.
This spell is often used in daily life, and can sometimes be used in conjunction with the Restoration Charm."
Professor Flitwick stood on tiptoe, looked around, and asked, "Can anyone tell me the difference between a homing spell and a cleansing spell?"
Several hands went up.
"Mr. Malfoy." Professor Flitwick was surprised to call on Malfoy, who rarely answered questions proactively.
Malfoy stood up, his chin slightly raised, and said proudly: "These spells are the most commonly used household spells by house-elves. I occasionally see them cleaning and tidying the room, so I naturally know them."
"The Cleansing Spell can only be used on garbage and dust, while the Returning Spell can return various items to their original positions."
Professor Flitwick's mouth twitched.
He should have thought of it earlier. Answering questions was not Malfoy's purpose, but showing off was. However, this answer was acceptable.
"Very good, one point for Slytherin."
Professor Flitwick could only encourage him and motioned for Malfoy to sit down. "Mr.
Malfoy is right.
Sometimes you'll see adults simply 'clean up' and the messy clothes and books in the room are put back in their places, and the dust is swept away.
This is simply because they are combining two spells.
It's not the effect of one spell."
"This is still too far for you. Today we just need to master a simple homing spell."
Professor Flitwick gave each person a name tag and asked them to write their name on it. Then two people would exchange name tags. As long as they could get the name tag back to their own hands, they would be considered successful.
With the warning before class, the students practiced seriously in this class, and the sound of the cup-moving spell did not die down until the end of the get out of class.
But the homework assigned by Flitwick was still much more than before - not only did they have to write a one-foot-long paper 210, but they also had to record practicing the spell a hundred times, record their experience after success, and analyze the reasons for failure when they failed.
The homework had to be handed in before class on Friday.
The young wizards walked dejectedly towards the classroom for the next class.
It's not just Flitwick, all professors seem to have become stricter overnight. Professor Sprout will point out students' mistakes immediately, whereas before she would just tell them after class.
Professor McGonagall doubled the homework, and required students to rewrite any unsatisfactory assignments. Snape was even more outrageous; it was said that he made three students (both boys and girls) cry in one class.
In just two days, the atmosphere in the school was corrected. Students no longer talked about singing stars or Quidditch matches, but instead asked questions like "Have you finished your homework today?" and "Can you teach me how to cast this spell?"
Professor McGonagall was also very relieved after noticing this change.
Hogwarts used to respect students' freedom of life. It was their freedom to study or not. But now... she raised the standards a bit, not for the competition in the second half of the school year, but because Teacher Liu was the future of the British wizarding world.
She doesn't want the wizarding world to become worse with each generation. Want to give up? Okay, but at least you have to reach a higher level, otherwise just keep working hard.
On Wednesday, the third-year wizards could finally have a short day of relaxation. Today was almost entirely filled with elective classes. At ten o'clock when the sun was shining brightly, Tom led Daphne and Hermione slowly towards Hagrid's cabin.
Daphne's elective courses were completely synchronized with Tom's. She didn't care what classes she took. While strolling, she chattered in Tom's ear about the skyrocketing price of anonymous homework, as cheerful as a lark.
Hermione also envied the girl's carefree personality. It seemed that nothing could faze her. She was truly the epitome of a winner in life.
After the three of them arrived for a while, other students also arrived one after another.
Hagrid's burly figure also walked out of the Forbidden Forest, and Mu's eyelids jumped.
Because it wasn't just Hagrid that came out, he was also holding a Hippogriff!
No, why does Hagrid start to have an attack when they are in class?
Chapter 294: Tom's Warning, Lupin Under Question
After last week's success, Hagrid's self-confidence has almost swelled to the same size as his body. He feels that being a professor is not difficult. The students listen carefully to the lectures and do well in the practical part.
Naturally, Hagrid felt that he could do it.
He should introduce some 'cuter' magical animals to the students and stick to the original teaching plan.
There are many cute little ones in the forest of Hogwarts, and today's Hippogriff is a magical beast he carefully selected.
"Everyone, please wait for me for a moment and take out your textbooks first.
Hagrid stood in the distance, waving at the young wizards, leading the hippogriff to a fenced-off area not far away, and then called the students over.
"Everyone, open your books and listen to me..."
Hagrid couldn't continue speaking because the students were looking at him with dead eyes while holding their textbooks. Some of the textbooks were tied up with ropes, some were wrapped in glue, and some had whip marks all over the surface.
"What did you do with the textbooks?" Hagrid couldn't help but ask.
Malfoy sneered: "Tie it up, or let it bite me?"
Parvati Patil raised the book higher in disdain. "I glued the mouth shut. Are you sure this is a textbook?"
"If you don't hit it, it won't behave." Rozier sneered, "I hit it a few times, and now it doesn't dare to fight me."
Zabini gave a thumbs-up: "Great minds think alike."
Nott's mouth twitched. What kind of thing is this? A long illness makes a good doctor?
Hagrid was stunned as he listened to the students' complaints and the various ways they handled the situation. Is this how it should be?
This is not right!
"Well..." Hagrid said helplessly: "Actually, it doesn't have to be that troublesome. Just gently scratch the spine of the book - just like that, they will immediately become docile.
Pansy Parkinson said angrily, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Do you know how many new clothes I have been ruined by this rotten book?"
"I thought you all knew..."
Hagrid smiled awkwardly, and felt relieved when he saw that the students had done as he said and kept the books in place. He turned around and led the Hippogriff out.
The ferocious breath of a wild beast hit them in the face, and the young wizards retreated in fear. Especially the sharp eagle-like eyes made people dare not look at it.
"Don't be afraid, everyone!" Hagrid tightened the chain on his hand: "I'm here, it won't hurt you, Huxbeak is very docile!"
But Hagrid clearly hadn't established his authority among the students. His words were completely unconvincing. It wasn't until they were more than ten meters apart that everyone stopped. Hagrid had no choice but to maintain this distance and teach.
"Okay, can anyone tell me what this is?"
Tom raised his hand, and Hagrid happily called his name, "Tom, you answer."
"Hippogriffs, also known as Hippogryphs, are 3X-level magical creatures, a hybrid of a Griffin and a horse. They feed on small animals and birds. They have extremely strong eyesight and sharp claws, making them natural hunters. They must be controlled by well-trained wizards."
At the end, Tom also secretly reminded Hagrid.
However, Hagrid only noticed that his answer was very comprehensive. "Very good! Twenty points for Slytherin!"
Generally speaking, answering a question correctly would give you one or two extra points. Hagrid's answer was clearly above the limit, but the students had no objection. The other colleges had become numb to it for two consecutive years. With Tom here,
The Slytherin house cup is hard to come by.
This is also one of the reasons why Tom signed up for this class. Any extra points he can get can fill his empty achievement points.
Sigh...missing Quirrell and Rouse's second week.
"Harry, you come and demonstrate to everyone how to gain Buckbeak's approval. It's very simple." Hagrid called the confused Harry to the front, patted his shoulder, and said in a barely audible voice:
"Help me, Harry."
Since Hagrid said so, Harry had no choice but to bite the bullet and go ahead.
Fortunately, he followed Hagrid's instructions and successfully gained Buckbeak's recognition. He also rode around and took a tour of Hogwarts.
Seeing Harry flying freely in the sky, the little wizards were moved.
To be honest, the Hippogriff is still very good-looking, with broad wings, white feathers, and a majestic aura [both boys and girls are very
Europe.
Tom had encountered it several times in the Forbidden Forest before, but this creature had no medicinal value, so he had never come into contact with it.
When Harry landed, many young wizards signed up enthusiastically. Hagrid was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. He asked everyone to be patient and returned to the Forbidden Forest to lead out the ten hippogriffs that had been prepared long ago.
"Aren't they just beasts? Do we need to bow down to them?" Malfoy sneered as he saw many people succeeding one after another and was about to step forward.
"Draco!"
Tom called out to him and Malfoy looked back at him in confusion.
"Do you know what true pride is? It's not pretending to know something you don't. Hagrid must have taught you this method for a reason. Don't try to be clever and get yourself into trouble."
Although Malfoy didn't fully understand Tom's words, he knew that Tom was asking him to behave himself. He immediately shrank his neck and nodded, "I understand, Tom."
Nothing unexpected happened next. Malfoy followed the procedure honestly, and was approved and flew around on Buckbeak.
After landing, he muttered that it was no big deal, but his body was honest and went to find another eagle to buy a horse with an animal body.
Flying on a magical beast is much more exciting than flying on a broom. It gives you the exhilarating feeling of having gained the power of flight.
However, just when Tom thought the class could end safely, an accident happened near the end.
After landing on the ground, Shabini was so excited that he grabbed a piece of the hippogriff's feather with force when he got off the horse. In pain, the hippogriff raised its front hooves high and threw him off the horse's back.
The students cried out in surprise and watched as Zabini was about to fall heavily to the ground, but an invisible force caught him and pulled him to Tom.
"Thank you, Tom." Zabini thanked him in shock after landing. "I almost thought I was going to break a bone."
"I'm glad you're okay."
Tom waved his hand, and Zabini said nothing more. Hagrid, who had calmed the Hippogriff, ran over in a panic. "Zabini, are you hurt? Why did it suddenly go crazy just now?"
Zabini said nothing, but opened his palm impatiently, with feathers still on it. Hagrid understood what he meant at a glance.
"That's good, that's good." Hagrid patted his chest in relief and glanced at Tom with gratitude: "Twenty points for Slytherin!"
After class, Tom asked Hermione and Daphne to go back to the castle first, while he stayed behind.
When Hagrid sent the Hippogriff back, he found Tom was still there. He walked over puzzled and asked, "Tom, what's going on?"
"I'm fine, but you're about to be in trouble." Tom said unhappily, "Don't you realize the seriousness of the situation?"
Hagrid scratched his head sheepishly. "You've already saved Zabini, so there shouldn't be any problems from now on, right?"
"I'm in this situation, but what about next time?" Tom asked bluntly, "Are you in class or am I? If I don't make it today, and Zabini gets thrown down hard, do you believe he'll tell his Black Widow mom right away when he gets home?"
"By the time the Ministry of Magic intervenes, with the power of the pure-bloods, you won't even be able to keep your professorship. In serious cases, it's possible you'll end up in Azkaban.
Hagrid was frightened by Tom's threats, and his lips trembled as he said, "No, it's not that serious, is it? He used too much force himself, and of course he didn't accidentally pull off the Hippogriff's hair. It was just a misunderstanding..."
Tom said calmly, "When there is a conflict between humans and animals, humans are always right."
He glanced towards the Forbidden Forest and could vaguely see the hippogriffs inside. It seemed that Hagrid planned to use them as teaching materials in the next class.
"Hagrid, neither the Hippogriff nor the Zabini are at fault. The real fault lies with you, for you are incapable of teaching while ensuring the safety of your students."
"I took action today because Zabini was working for me, and you've been helping me collect materials and care for the Acromantula. If this happens again, or if no one saves you in another grade, you'll be sent to Azkaban to reflect on your mistakes."
Leaving a final warning, Mu turned and left.
The half-blood giant stood there staring at his back, his clothes soaked with sweat, feeling both panic and fear.
Hagrid wasn't stupid... OK, he was a little slow in the head, but he wasn't hopelessly stupid either. He was just blinded by last week's success, and now that Tom spoke to him so bluntly, of course he understood.
He knew what kind of character Slytherin had. If Zabini was really hurt today, he would not let him and Buckbeak off.
Hagrid shuddered, and the arrogance he had felt before disappeared completely. He quickly returned to the Forbidden Forest and honestly went looking for those non-aggressive small animals.
The next day, the fourth-year students who chose to take the Fantastic Beasts course returned to the castle happily.
In this class, Hagrid arranged for the class to be taught by the fire fox.
The cute furry little creature instantly captured the hearts of all the girls and was taken care of in every possible way.
The boys also took the initiative to take notes on what Hagrid taught them.
The boys did not feel any resentment, but instead took the opportunity to approach the girls they liked, and everyone was happy.
"Hagrid, do you think we're in third grade?" Astoria pouted. "Why don't you let us take care of the Fire Fox (Qian Zhao's)?"
Tom said jokingly, "Maybe it will be the same next time. Don't worry."
Just listen to the advice. He now also understands Dumbledore's tiredness. If Hagrid was not the only person besides him who could enter and exit the Acromantula's lair freely, he really would not bother to care.
But this is just one chance. If he gets sick again in the future, it will have nothing to do with him.
At worst, we can pack up the giant spider and send it to Uncle Newt, and let him take care of Fen.
Arriving at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the students took out their textbooks, quills and parchment. Lupin came while they were chatting. He had a faint smile on his face and was carrying the tattered suitcase, which he placed on the podium.
The classroom quickly became quiet, and everyone looked at him with scrutiny. Most people doubted whether Lupin was qualified for the job.
After being spoiled by Professor Wilkinson, the young wizards at Hogwarts had higher expectations for their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. They absolutely could not have a professor as incompetent as Lockhart and Quirrell.
No, Lockhart is not a fool. He is a werewolf if he can escape from Azkaban.
In any case, the professor must have real skills and be able to teach.
"Good afternoon, students," Lupin said. "Please put your textbooks back in your bags. Today is a practical class, and you only need your wands."
One sentence inspired the students.
This opening statement is similar to Professor Wilkinson's last year.
Could it be another practical professor?