Harry potter:Dark lord

"Tom, you're going the wrong way. You should go this way."

Robert's words jolted Tom back to reality.

He found Robert standing before him once more.

"Sorry, I... I was just a little distracted..." Tom stammered.

"Tom, you're trying too hard. If you want to act respectful, you need to be more natural..." Robert remarked, patting Tom's shoulder before walking away again.

Tom stood there, stunned. Robert's words hit him like a bolt from the blue.

'I was too naive! I took it for granted! My change was so abrupt; how could he not guess what I wanted to do?'

'So... he was warning me! He wanted me to stop having any thoughts that I shouldn't have!'

'He knows that I will retaliate against him at any time, but he still doesn't care and leaves me alone… Does he think that I am not qualified to be a threat to him?'

'Damn it! That arrogant bastard! How dare he? How dare he look down on me like that?!'

Tom's face turned pale, his eyes filled with humiliation, and the veins on his neck bulged.

In fact, Tom understood Robert's thoughts the best because, before he met Robert, he thought the same way about other people.

He believed others were mediocre fools who could never pose a threat to someone as talented as himself, which was why he acted so domineeringly.

But he never expected that today, the one being looked down upon would be him.

He never imagined that one day, he would become the despised "idiot"!

Tom, who had just been hit hard by the "boomerang," finally understood—just a little—how those he had once bullied must have felt…

"Ding! It is detected that the host has caused a huge amount of mental damage to the future Dark Lord. The host is rewarded with 50 merit points."

'Ah... Tom, I already like you a little.'

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Mrs. Cole was a thin woman with a haggard face.

The shadow of war gradually enveloped all of Europe. People were in a panic, and there were even fewer kind-hearted souls willing to donate money and supplies to the orphanage.

Mrs. Cole didn't even know if the orphanage could survive for a few more months…

Managing dozens of orphans while ensuring they had enough food and clothing in these times was an exhausting task, both physically and mentally.

"Eric has been feeling unwell all day. God help him, don't let it be chickenpox again… We're already busy enough. Billy looks much better. Remember to wipe him with iodine tonight…" Mrs. Cole was distributing food while talking to a girl in tattered clothes and an old apron.

Mrs. Cole soon saw Robert and Tom, who had arrived late.

"Robert, are you used to living here? Tom, I just hope you're not using your tricks to bully Robert! Otherwise, you'll have to stay in the small dark room!"

'Who is bullying whom?'

Tom pursed his lips and said nothing, merely staring at the dinner that had just been handed to him…

A small portion of baked beans, some mashed potatoes, a piece of bread, and a bowl of soup of unknown origin.

"I'm used to it, Mrs. Cole… In fact, compared to the children still wandering outside and starving, I'm already doing very well! If you hadn't brought me in from the streets… I don't know what would have happened to me." Robert looked at Mrs. Cole with gratitude. "I'm really very grateful…"

"You kid… Turns out I was right to bring you back. You've helped me a lot during this period. Come, have dinner. Here, take this…" Mrs. Cole smiled tiredly and slipped an egg into Robert's coat pocket.

Next to him, Tom glanced at his bland dinner, then at Robert, who now had an egg in his pocket and an apple on his plate. The disparity was glaring…

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Sitting in the corner, peeling his egg slowly, Robert noticed Tom walking over and sitting across from him with his plate.

"What did you do to help that woman? Why does she treat you differently?"

Robert carefully removed the egg yolk and replied nonchalantly, "Maybe it's just my pretty face, as you said?"

Tom clenched the spoon in his hand, wanting to be angry but not daring to.

"Haha, just kidding. Here, I'll give you half of the egg." Under Tom's disdainful gaze, Robert scooped half the egg yolk onto Tom's plate with his spoon.

"I just did some small things within my ability… Of course, these small things just happened to be useful. In fact, you could do them too. It's just that you always think too highly of yourself and never bother."

Tom pushed the half egg yolk aside with disdain. "Humph, I don't do things just to please others…"

"Oh? Then who was the one bowing down to me just now?" Robert chuckled.

"I..." Tom's pale face turned slightly red. "That's because you're stronger than me! I have to…"

"Well… of course, of course, Tom. I never said you were wrong. In fact, in order to achieve your goals, saying a few nice words occasionally and doing small things for others isn't a big deal."

Tom clenched his fists. He hated this feeling—being completely seen through and unable to control the situation!

"Bite..."

After a series of system prompts, Robert was rewarded with another 10 merit points.

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"Reparo!" (Restore as before!)

In his own single room, Robert used a special gesture, pointed at the cracked lock on the wooden door, and chanted a spell.

"Screeech…"

There was a faint sound of metal friction as the cracks on the metal lock gradually vanished!

Robert observed the now-intact lock with satisfaction.

The Complete Guide to Low-Level Magic Spells was indeed detailed. Not only did it document the evolution of each spell from ancient times to the present, but it also recorded the correct hand gestures for casting spells without a wand…

That was why Robert's repair spell had been so successful this time.

After obtaining this book, his research and practice speed had increased by at least a hundred times.

Spending 5 merit points on a bottle of Baixian, Robert now had 65 merit points left.

He looked forward to what new items would be refreshed in the system store after midnight.

Fortunately, there was a product-locking function; otherwise, 65 points might not have been enough…

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