HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

Logically speaking, it is called self-created magic, so it must be done by oneself to be called self-created.

But in fact, many of the magic created by the magic world are actually slight adjustments or variant applications based on certain magic.

For example, the gas stove that Grindelwald placed in Paris was called the Devil's Flame, but in fact it was a combination of the magic of the Grim Reaper and Legilimency.

Tom could have asked Grindelwald and Andros to help him design spells based on his style.

After he learned it, he improved it according to his actual usage experience and his own understanding.

When others learn ordinary spells, even if they master them, they can only score 50 points. After years of training, they may be able to get 80 points.

Tom started out with a score of 80 or even 90, and then through his own transformation, he achieved a perfect score of 100, saving himself a lot of trouble.

To achieve his level, one must have a century-level beast of burden... No, it must be the teacher who takes the trouble to help him "customize" the spell.

Grindelwald and Andros were also amazed after hearing Tom's ideas.

Hajim, you are really not lazy when it comes to being lazy.

Tom could think of such an operation, which saved him a lot of trouble. But he and Andros would be very busy.

There is no problem with Andros. He either sleeps or reads every day anyway. With Grindelwald around, they can chat and do some serious work.

Grindelwald hesitated for a moment and also agreed.

The condition was that every time Tom went to see Dumbledore, he had to open the study space so that he could know what the two of them talked about.

Tom didn't refuse.

One hour and six credits, I can give Grindelwald ten minutes to see his old lover, and it's not a waste to use the rest of the time to study.

Now Tom rarely opens the study space to let the two of them out, he goes in alone.

Just treat it as a time to relax and as salary for the two personal trainers.

The terms were agreed upon, and Tom prepared to go find Dumbledore the next day.

However, he did not go in the morning. Instead, he asked the house elf to pass a message to confirm that Dumbledore was free in the afternoon. The two agreed to go out for a walk at four o'clock.

Although the weather was still cold, there would be Quidditch matches starting next month and Gryffindor had already started training. The two were some distance away from the field, and Tom could hear Wood's roar at the twins.

This man's passion for Quidditch is beyond comprehension.

Tom felt that if Wood was placed in the school more than a hundred years ago, when Phineas was the principal, the first case of a student assassinating a principal in the school's history would probably have occurred.

It's that old man Phineas who suspended all Quidditch matches.

There are quite a few people walking on the lawn. Today is a rare sunny day, and the school is filled with a leisurely atmosphere.

The hound Fang at Hagrid's door was growling. He was tied to the door. Several students were standing at a distance that was out of reach, teasing him with dried meat. Tom could guarantee without looking at the school uniform that only Gryffindor would be so mean.

"They are so bad." Daphne also saw it and looked at the grinning Yaya with indignation.

Tom thought Yaya was ugly, but Daphne thought that although she was ugly, she was ugly in a cute way. She immediately took out two pieces of beef jerky from her snack bag and put them in Yaya's bowl.

With food, Yaya naturally ignored those students. After losing their toys, they looked at Tom and Daphne unkindly and left in a depressed mood.

Tom was so angry that he laughed and stretched out his hand.

"The legs were frozen and stopped!" The legs of several people were instantly tied up as if by invisible ropes, tightly together, and their bodies lost their balance. They all fell to the ground when they lost their balance.

"Riddle, what are you doing!" One of the little wizards said angrily, "Remove the spell for us!"

As a well-known top student in the school, many people in other grades know Tom.

Tom looked down at them with disdain: "You are not a good person and are worse than dogs, but you dare to stare at us. Get out of here now. Who can help you break the spell?

Being insulted by a junior student, several of them were so angry that their faces turned red, and they wanted to fight with Tom, but now their legs and feet were locked, so they could only swallow their anger and remember this grudge.

Seeing several Gryffindors jumping and skipping towards the castle with difficulty, Daphne burst out laughing.

"Gryffindor lives in the tower, so they're going to suffer."

"It's their fault. They were the first to cause trouble."

Tom felt that the Gryffindor kids were the most troublesome in the entire school.

Hufflepuff's little wizard is the most honest, that goes without saying. Ravenclaw has an unbalanced gender ratio, with girls accounting for more than two-thirds, and even though there are more females than males, they can't cause any trouble.

Apart from targeting Gryffindor, Slytherin is fanatically obsessed with honor, and doesn't really cause any trouble at other times.

Of course, it is usually their dean who causes trouble.

Only the Gryffindors were a bunch of hyperactive people with high energy who would get into trouble from time to time because of their curiosity.

"Tom, they won't go back to complain to Professor McGonagall, will they?"

After laughing, Daphne started to worry again, but Tom shook his head: "Don't worry, the students who love to complain the most are in Slytherin, and Gryffindor is a group of people who will swallow their anger even if it means losing their temper."

It was embarrassing enough for the seniors to be taught a lesson by the juniors, and they still had to go find the professor.

Even if they did go, Professor McGonagall asked them why they had a conflict with Tom. Was it because of a dog?

Then the next day, Gryffindor would become the biggest joke in the castle.

After listening to Tom's analysis, Daphne also felt that it made sense. Even Hermione was a person who cared too much about her reputation, let alone other people.

After rubbing Yaya's dog head for a while, Tom took Daphne into the grove while Hagrid was tending the vegetable garden. He gave her a bottle of tonic potion and instructed her how to absorb and digest the potency of the medicine.

When the drug was basically absorbed, the remaining effect would take time to resolve. Daphne had clearly felt the changes in herself, and looked at the boy with surprise and admiration.

"Tom, you are amazing. You can make such a powerful potion!"

Not to mention two lives, even if an old man in his seventies or eighties is looked at with admiration and respect by a beautiful girl, he will feel comfortable in his heart.

Tom rubbed her little head and said, "Your body is also very weak. Don't always think about your sister. You should also strengthen your exercise."

"Astoria...yeah!"

Daphne was touched by Tom's concern, and her sister-control attribute came into play again, with her eyes shining: "Can this potion Astoria work? I feel warm all over now, and I feel great."

Tom thought about it and decided that the strengthening potion could not cure any disease, but it could enhance the physical fitness. Even if it was useless, it would not cause any harm. He nodded.

Daphne was now even more excited, and begged Tom to give her another potion, which she wanted to send home for Astoria to try.

"I don't have much here, just these few bottles." Tom took out two more bottles, "Send these back, and also explain the movements I taught you just now. They must be used together."

"If it works, then ask Madam Greengrass to help me collect the eyeballs of the sphinx. That is a necessary material, but I don't have it."

The two went straight to the owl shed and wrote the letter on the spot. Daphne had an owl named Winnie, who was snow-white and very good-looking among owls.

As for the question of money, neither of them mentioned it. Tom didn't want it, but the little witch wrote it directly in the letter and asked Mrs. Greengrass to send another 5,000 Galleons.

Even if it has no effect on Astoria, she knows best how it feels after using it.

In Daphne's mind, this potion is definitely worth five thousand Galleons.

Watching the owl fly away, Daphne prayed silently, hoping that this was not a false alarm.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Tom, Hermione and Daphne came out of the Room of Requirement and said goodbye to each other, and arrived at the door of the principal's office.

When the gargoyle saw him, he was about to open the door, but was stopped by Tom.

"No, didn't we agree that everyone who comes here must say the password? How can I be treated specially?"

The stone beast said with a gloomy face: "Boy, can you stop holding a grudge? It was just a teasing of you that time, and it's been a whole semester.

"That won't do." Tom said seriously, "Whoever enters must say the password. You told me that."

"But don't you know the password? Why do you have to tell me the names of the dishes every time?" The stone beast was about to collapse.

Others would just say the password directly when they knew it, but Tom had to read out the answers one by one from the candy store menu, and would even skip the last ten correct answers.

Now the gargoyle feels a pain in his stone head whenever he hears the names of various candies.

He simply ignored Tom and moved aside, turning into a stone.

Tom curled his lips, thinking that the stone was really funny, and walked in.

Dumbledore had been waiting for a long time, sitting behind his desk with a smile. When he saw Tom stretch out his hand and motion for him to sit down, he said with a smile: "Can I, as the headmaster, finally be of some use?"

"Mr. Riddle, the house elf sent a message saying that you need my help. I would be honored to help you. Please feel free to ask for anything you want."

Dumbledore was really happy, he felt that all friendships were built on mutual help, he was not afraid that Tom would trouble him, he was just afraid that Tom would be a loner like the previous Tom, and eventually become a completely cold-blooded Dark Lord.

"Professor, this is what happened."

Tom smiled shyly. "I've read an interview with you in 1955.

At that time, you said that Newt Scamander was your favorite student.

I admire Mr.

Scamander very much.

At the same time, I also encountered problems related to magical animals.

I would like to ask this master for advice.

Do you have his contact information?"

Dumbledore's smile froze on his face.

He had thought about it for a long time, and even decided to give Tom the approval for the restricted area, but he didn't expect that he would be asked to be a middleman to help him with superstition?!

Grindelwald, who was still observing his old friend in space, also broke down.

I asked you to come to Dumbledore for advice, not to ask you to go to Scamander through him!

"Fantastic Beasts... Newt is indeed an expert in this area. I am ashamed to say that I am not as good as him." Dumbledore quickly adjusted his mentality and generously admitted his inferiority.

"Newt is not only my student, but also my good friend. I'm sure he will be happy to help you."

"Thank you very much, Professor." Tom took out the letter he had prepared long ago and handed it to Dumbledore: "Please help me send this letter to Devonshire.

Dumbledore took the letter and suddenly laughed, with a somewhat teasing laugh.

"Who said Newt lived in Devon?"

Tom was startled. Isn't it introduced in the book?

Dumbledore revealed the truth: "In fact, Newt and his wife Tina live in New York for a long time. Devon is just a cover for the outside world. After all... he offended many people when he was young."

As he spoke, the old man's expression also became sad. "Even now

Even though the story is over, there are still people who want to take revenge on Newt and help an old friend get revenge.

Tom was silent. Needless to say, the old friend was the one who was now in the study space.

"Grindelwald."

Tom asked distractedly: "Didn't you fail? Why are the Saints still so powerful that even people like Skarsted have to hide from them?"

"My failure doesn't mean they failed.

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes in the study space: "Who were the people who followed me back then? Most of them were pure-bloods, and there were also quite a few half-blood wizards who were interested in the magic world.

They are the backbone of the magic world. If all the saints are really liquidated, wizards across Europe will be extinct or even face the risk of extinction.

Tom was silent. After thinking about it, it made sense. Those who agreed with Grindelwald's ideas must be those who believed that wizards were superior to Muggles. They were also the backbone of the entire wizarding world.

"So they weren't punished?"

Grindelwald fell into a state of recollection, and after a few seconds he whispered: "Of course there will be punishment. Although I haven't investigated, many people will definitely not have an easy life, at least for a few years.

Within a generation, there is no access to rights."

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