HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

After getting Dumbledore's promise, Tom left the office satisfied.

On the way back, he was still arguing with Grindelwald. Grindelwald felt that he should not go to find Scamander because that guy was not a good person.

Tom looked at the furious Grindelwald and felt that he had misunderstood his own position: "Mr. Grindelwald, you have to understand one thing. You were the villain back then, but I was Dumbledore's student. So wasn't I in the same group as Scamander?"

"But you are also my student." Grindelwald was heartbroken. "Dumbledore is just the headmaster in name only. What did he teach you? Nothing!"

"I am different. Not only have I taught you my specialty, Fiendfyre's magic, but I have also been working hard to improve and create new magic for you. Isn't it obvious who is closer to you?"

Tom was also convinced, "It was Dumbledore who defeated you, and you were eager for me to go find him, but why can't it be Scamander? Where is your vision as the Dark Lord?"

"Didn't they just capture you once in New York, steal your blood alliance in Paris, and then bring a real Qilin to Bhutan?"

Tom is getting less and less confident the more he speaks. From Grindelwald's perspective, Newt is indeed a bit too much.

However, Grindelwald's subsequent words opened Tom's eyes.

Grindelwald gnashed his teeth and said, "What you said is just the beginning... You have no idea how much Skarsted has damaged me since I declared war on the wizarding world.

case."

"Ten times in total! I've been pestered by Dumbledore all the time, and he's been causing trouble for me with his weird magical creatures!"

"Don't even mention revenge for me. Even without me, those old guys would hate Scamander to death. Do you think he dares to go to other European countries besides Britain and the United States in recent years?"

"If he dared to go there, a group of people would have cast hundreds of Avatar curses on him the next day and he would have committed suicide."

DAF...

Tom gasped and nearly missed a step on the stairs.

He only knew the stories in the front, but he didn't know that Newt had done so many great things later. He was treating being a saint as if it was just a trivial matter.

Grindelwald let out a long sigh: "To be honest, I was imprisoned in Nurmengard because I was not as skilled as others and could not change the situation. I don't blame anyone. I only have one regret, which is that I didn't kill Scamander before the duel with Dumbledore."

"Thirteen times, it's really an unlucky number." Tom recovered from his shock and chuckled, "But from my point of view, I have to contact Scamander."

"The first time was a dragon, the second time was a unicorn, what happened next?"

"If I need to find those special magical animals in the future, who do you think would be the most suitable helper besides Scamander?"

Grindelwald's eyebrows were about to fly up: "Your talent... is there no limit?"

"Yes, of course." Tom nodded repeatedly: "But definitely not now.

Now Grindelwald was really silent, because he couldn't find anyone to refute. In the field of Fantastic Beasts, if Newt Scamander said he was number one, everyone else had to start from number four. It was so exaggerated.

"Anyway, don't let me see you meet that guy." Grindelwald said sullenly, and his consciousness directly withdrew from the study space and returned to Nurmengard's body.

Tom smiled helplessly.

At other times, Grindelwald is wise and calm, and is the Dark Lord who controls everything, but he becomes a different person when it comes to Dumbledore and Newt, especially when he mentions Newt, he completely loses his mind.

The two have such a deep relationship that they must be allowed to meet each other as soon as possible.

"eternal."

After the command was spoken, a snake rose from the ground and opened the door to the lounge.

Before he even walked down the stairs, Tom heard the sound of spells being fired and collided.

He took a few quick steps and found that the tables and chairs in the lounge had been moved away again.

The middle had become a dueling arena.

Two young wizards were firing spells at each other, and several senior students worked together to hold up the Iron Armor Spell to prevent the audience from being accidentally injured.

Tom had forgotten that this was the first weekend after the start of school, and they needed to re-select the invisible prefects. He had previously given this task to the seventh-grade male prefect, Bock.

The two girls fighting on the field were from the fifth grade. Imogen Phyllis was the prefect, but she was defeated in the invisible prefect selection last year. Today was her battle of revenge.

Apparently Imogen Ferris had worked very hard this semester, and the power of her spells of shame and anger exceeded the limits of her usual practice, beating the current invisible prefect, Elliott.

Isabella was losing ground.

Soon, Isabella ran out of magic power, failed to cast the spell, and was knocked unconscious by Phyllis's coma spell.

Phyllis excitedly clenched her fists to celebrate, she finally succeeded in avenging herself.

Bock asked two students to carry Isabella away, and he came to the center of the venue: "Phyllis succeeded in the challenge, and she will be the invisible head of the fifth grade in the future. [Are there any other grades who want to challenge?"

"Ahem!"

Tom coughed, pushed aside the little wizard and walked in.

"Something happened and I came back late. Is there anyone in the first grade who wants to challenge me?" While speaking, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally looked at Malfoy, scaring Malfoy so much that he quickly pulled Goyle and Crabbe together to completely cover himself.

Everyone:

Which first grader is so stupid as to challenge Tom?

Not to mention Tom, no one dared to mess with Daphne. She had been the invisible class monitor since last semester. This time she was expecting others to challenge her and measure her learning results, but no one came. She was so depressed that she ran back to the dormitory to read.

"Tom, I challenge you!"

However, what no one expected was that there were actually people who wanted to challenge Tom. Bock looked at Tom with full fighting spirit, and many people looked at him in surprise.

Could it be that Bock is dissatisfied with being suppressed by Tom and is ready to show his strength?

Even Tom thought the same thing, thinking that it was because he had been much more low-key and had not performed well since last semester that Bock had started to have thoughts that he shouldn't have.

The boy narrowed his eyes and looked at Bock scrutinizingly.

Burke then realized that what he had just said seemed a little strange, and quickly explained: "Tom, I just want to prove my current level. I know I am definitely not your opponent, but you are the most suitable person in the entire Slytherin."

After losing to Tom, Bock worked harder than before, but just because he worked hard, did Tom not make any progress?

The talent gap is there, and others' progress will only be greater, so Bock never has any unrealistic fantasies, he just wants to move around.

In fact, it was similar to Tom's idea of looking for Snape.

Tom saw that he didn't seem to be lying, so he nodded slightly: "Then let's wait until the challenge is over."

"No one should challenge again, right?" Bock looked around and confirmed that no one else would come forward. He said to Tom, "Shall we begin?"

Hearing this, the little wizards retreated a lot, leaving more space.

Tom took out his wand and, without bothering with the formalities, motioned for Burke to make the first move.

Bock was not polite either. He placed himself in a very low position and used his advantage of being the first to strike. He chanted the spell for two full seconds before his wand emitted a thick beam of black light.

Tom raised his hand, without chanting any spell, he responded with a silent spell, shooting out a red beam of light.

The red light collided head-on with the black light. The two were in a stalemate for half a second, and then the black light was forcefully pushed back, returning to its original path in Bock's horrified eyes and hitting himself.

Fortunately, a lot of the energy was consumed by Tom's spell, and in the end only a small impact force was left, which pushed him against the wall and then completely dissipated.

And Tom dispersed the magic just right.

Bock slid down in shock, and smiled bitterly at the boy who had put away his wand.

The pure crushing of magical power, coupled with the perfect control of magical power, the gap is even greater than he imagined.

The little wizards who were watching the battle also held their breath.

Last time, Bock was able to fight Tom back and forth, but this time he was killed in one move?

Some smart students have already started thinking about how to get along well with Tom.

The next day, Tom received a message from Dumbledore: the letter had been sent.

There is an Atlantic Ocean between Britain and the United States. It takes ten days or half a month to send a letter, and the same amount of time to receive it, so Tom did not expect to get a reply in the short term.

However, he has put the issue of the unicorn aside. There is no time limit for this trial, so there is no need to rush to complete it. He can focus on other things.

But the letter Daphne sent arrived in Mrs. Greengrass's hands the next day.

After reading the contents of the letter, Mrs. Greengrass was a little bit unbelievable.

She had never heard of such a magical potion. Even if it existed, it should not be something that a first-year student could make.

Not even the last Tom Riddle could do that.

But Daphne swore that she had used it and it worked very well.

Even if it has no therapeutic effect, there will be no problem giving it to my sister as a tonic.

After reading it twice more, Mrs. Greengrass finally came to Astoria's room with the letter and the potion.

Tom has no reason to harm Astoria, and Daphne would never harm her own sister. Just like Daphne said, it won't do any harm, so there's no harm in trying.

"Mom, why are you here?"

The silver-haired girl who was lying on the bed, reading the fashion magazine that Tom had sent her for Christmas, looked at Mrs. Greengrass who came in and asked in confusion.

"This is a letter from Daphne. Take a look."

Astoria looked delighted, took the letter and began to read, her smile slowly turning into calmness.

"Since my sister said it works, let's give it a try."

This is not because she is dissatisfied with Daphne, but she has tried similar methods too many times, but each time they were not very useful.

The girl no longer had any expectations for this.

"Do these movements once and master them before drinking the potion," Mrs. Greengrass said softly.

Tom was afraid that describing the action in words would not be standard, so he drew a demonstration picture and cast a magic spell in the letter.

The stickman made all kinds of strange movements, which made Astoria smile knowingly.

-...THE

She obediently got out of bed and followed the stickman to learn. After finishing a set, she was already out of breath, which made Mrs. Greengrass feel distressed.

Can Astoria really adapt to life at Hogwarts?

After resting for a while to recover her strength, Astoria picked up the potion and drank it all.

The indescribable taste and strange thickness made the girl frown, but soon, the heat flow described in the letter appeared, and her withered body surged with a sense of strength and fullness she had never felt before.

"Does it really work?"

Astoria was very surprised, and Mrs. Greengrass was even more excited.

Stand up.

"Quick, follow the same steps as before to digest the medicine!"

A quarter of an hour later, Astoria did it twice in one breath. This time she was not out of breath at all, but her face showed a long-lost redness.

"Great, it really works."

Mrs. Greengrass hugged her daughter excitedly and cried with joy.

She never thought that she could get a way to save her daughter from a little wizard.

"Mom, I'm so hot." Astoria said softly, with a happy smile on her cute face.

She felt that her body was much better than before. She no longer walked a few steps without being out of breath and had to go back to bed to rest.

At this moment, Astoria couldn't wait to go out for a walk and experience a healthier body, but the weather outside was too cold, so Mrs. Greengrass naturally wouldn't let her.

Only after she promised that Astoria would be allowed to go out after the weather improved did the girl stop pouting.

After comforting her daughter, Mrs. Greengrass left the room.

In the letter, Daphne said it would cost five thousand Galleons, which was the cost of the potion. She didn't think it was expensive at all, and even thought it was cheap.

And it doesn't mean that the potion has eradicated the curse, it just makes Astori feel better.

But this is enough, she can keep buying it to keep her daughter in the best condition.

So... do you need the eye of a sphinx?

The Greengrass family has countless treasures, but this time-limited potion material has no collection value. There are only a few souvenir specimens in the house [which can no longer be used as medicine.

If you look for it temporarily, it is not easy to find such precious materials, even those in the gray area.

After thinking for a moment, Mrs. Greengrass made up her mind, walked to a row of closets, dripped blood, opened one of them, and pulled out a piece of parchment from a thick stack of parchment.

open.

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The reminder ticket!

In addition, let's talk about the issue of magic in Harry Potter. The original book does not quantify magic, but there are a few direct descriptions of the oppression of magic. It also says that the older you are, the more magic you have.

The stronger the force, the more quantifiable it is, but there is no specific standard.