Harry potter:Dark lord

On the first floor, in a small, dimly lit room, there was only a shabby wardrobe and a small iron bed, making the space look bare.

In the dark corner in front of the bed, Tom sat on a gray blanket, staring intently at his right hand.

A small green snake was coiled around it.

"Hiss... hiss... hiss..."

Tom kept making snake-like sounds with his mouth.

The little snake seemed to understand him, nodding in a strangely human-like manner.

A moment later, it slithered down from Tom's hand, crawled out through the narrow window, and quickly disappeared.

"Robert... what is the secret of your power? I'll find out soon… If you can do it, I can do it too."

Tom watched the direction where the little snake vanished, his fists silently clenching.

…

"Everyone is petrified!"

Thud!

A gray mouse fell straight from the windowsill.

Robert picked up a green stick nearby and poked the motionless creature. It felt as solid as stone.

After a brief moment of thought, Robert made another simple gesture with his hand.

"Stop the curse immediately!"

"Squeak!"

The gray mouse, which had been as rigid as a rock, suddenly sprang to life. Startled, it dashed across the room in panic.

However, with little furniture in the room, the mouse had nowhere to hide and was forced to attempt an escape through the half-meter-high windowsill.

"Everyone is petrified!"

"Squeak!"

"Stop the curse immediately!"

"Squeak..."

After repeating this process over ten times, the gray mouse stopped running.

Instead, it flopped onto its back in the corner, playing dead.

Robert ignored the exhausted creature and continued flipping through his spell book.

As expected, practicing attack-based spells worked far better with a living target.

However, something puzzled Robert. Even if he was exceptionally talented, how was he able to master a spell of this difficulty without a wand after only ten attempts?

This learning speed was simply too fast!

More importantly, when Tom had attacked him that day, Robert had noticed something peculiar—Tom's magic barely affected him.

It wasn't just weak. It was as ineffective as a gentle breeze.

According to the spell book, there was only one logical explanation for this: a significant gap in magical power. The book stated that if one wizard's magic vastly overpowered another's, spells from the weaker wizard would have little to no effect, regardless of skill.

But logically, this shouldn't be happening. Tom was destined to be the future Dark Lord. His magical talent should be extraordinary.

Even if Robert was more gifted than Tom, he shouldn't be so overwhelmingly powerful that he could crush him effortlessly.

As he continued reading, he found the answer buried within the book's section on magical principles:

> "As wizards grow older, their magical power naturally increases, reaching its theoretical peak in adulthood. However, if a wizard neglects practice or avoids using magic, their strength may decline or even vanish. Additionally, research suggests that a wizard's magical strength is linked to the strength of their soul."

Robert suddenly realized something. He and Tom weren't actually the same age.

Although his body was young due to his circumstances, his soul was still that of an adult.

If soul strength determined magical power, then Robert's magic was already at an adult's level!

This meant that when he fought Tom, it wasn't just a battle between two children. It was effectively an adult wizard fighting a kid. No wonder he overwhelmed him so easily.

'So… can my magic power continue to grow naturally? If not, is there a way to break this limit?'

Robert wasn't too concerned about this issue yet. As the youngest biologist in his previous life, pushing the limits of the human body had always been his primary research focus.

Now, the subject of his studies had simply shifted from ordinary humans to wizards.

…

Tom sat with a book in his hands, but his eyes never stayed on the pages.

His small green snake had never returned, and this made him uneasy.

Tom knew that whenever Robert locked his door, he was conducting some kind of secret training.

Tom had sent the snake to spy on him, hoping to uncover the mystery behind Robert's strength.

But now, the snake had been gone for far too long...

Another hour passed. Tom finally lost his patience. Taking a deep breath, he stood up and walked toward Robert's room.

Robert's room was on the second floor.

As soon as Tom reached the landing, he noticed something odd—Robert's door was slightly ajar, as if inviting him in.

Suppressing his growing paranoia, Tom slowly pushed the door open.

Inside, he saw Robert gently poking a gray mouse with a green stick.

At first, Tom didn't think much of it. But then, realization struck.

That "stick" looked eerily familiar...

Robert turned his head and saw Tom peeking from the doorway. A warm smile appeared on his face.

"Tom, you're just in time! I was about to tell you—I discovered an interesting way to use our special abilities."

As Robert stood up, Tom's heart sank.

He finally understood why that stick looked so familiar.

It wasn't a stick at all.

It was his snake.

For reasons unknown, it had turned rock-hard.

At that moment, Tom's last bit of hope crumbled.

Ding!

> System Notification: The host has slightly altered the future Dark Lord's life trajectory. +100 Merit Points!

Robert: …?

…

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts…

The roaring fireplace filled the circular headmaster's office with warmth.

"Armando, I'm heading to London. Leave those two children to me."

Dumbledore held up two letters.

"Oh, of course, no problem…" Armando Dippet sat behind his large desk, stroking his messy white beard. His cloudy eyes observed Dumbledore with curiosity. "Are you certain? Is he really coming to London?"

"It's not confirmed, but there are strong indications. And as you know, I can't afford to ignore any news regarding him… especially from such a reliable source."

Carefully, Dumbledore tucked the two envelopes into his coat pocket.

Dippet raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess—Scamander wrote to you?"

"Yes… but I assure you, Armando, Newt is completely trustworthy. His abilities are undeniable."

Dippet chuckled. "Oh, I don't doubt his skills. It's just amusing that he never officially graduated from Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's expression remained serious. "Regardless, his information is invaluable. If the rumors are true, then that man really is in London."

Dippet sighed. "So, are you ready for this?"

Dumbledore took a deep breath. "I have to be. But over the years, he has kept himself well-hidden. He hasn't confronted me directly in a long time."

"Well, I'm glad you've made up your mind." Dippet leaned back. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I may be old, but I can still wield a wand."

"I appreciate that, Armando. And thank you… for everything."

Dippet scoffed. "Enough with the gratitude. You'll do fine. Go to London and end this once and for all."

Then, as an afterthought, he added, "Oh, and don't forget—after all this is over, you still need to deliver those admission letters. Both children are in the same Muggle orphanage. The professor must go in person to explain everything."

Dumbledore smiled. "Of course."

(End of Chapter)

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