Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

"Shut up, idiot! Let me do it! I'll talk to him!"

Quirrell turned his head obediently, and Voldemort's flat face was aimed at Tom.

"Riddle, I am the Dark Lord, the mysterious man as people call him. You should know me."

Tom nodded. "I know. The dark wizard that Harry killed when he was one year old. He became different because of you."

Voldemort: "..."

Very good, as expected of a man with the same name as me, he is not willing to give in even in a verbal confrontation.

"How about we talk?"

"What are you talking about?" Tom asked, tilting his head.

Voldemort's red eyes gleamed slightly. "Have you forgotten the agreement you made with Quirrell? We agreed to share the Philosopher's Stone. If you hand me the Philosopher's Stone in Harry's pocket, you will gain infinite wealth and life, and become immortal like Nicolas Flamel."

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"Not only that, I will also share my rights and glory with you. You are so talented, but Dumbledore is unwilling to teach you advanced magic. Tom, have you ever been to the restricted books area of ​​the school?"

"I'm sure not. Dumbledore is afraid of you, afraid that you will surpass him in the future, just as he once feared me."

"But I don't have that concern. I am the strongest being, and I will share my knowledge with you to my heart's content."

"Owner..."

Voldemort was also a master at bewitching people. Before Tom could react, Quirrell's breathing became rapid. He wished that Voldemort's promise was meant for him.

But Voldemort simply stared at Tom, waiting for his response.

Suddenly, Tom laughed.

"Voldemort, you are the first to complain. It was clearly you and Quirrell who betrayed me first. We agreed to take the Philosopher's Stone together, but why did you come back and act secretly without informing me?"

"But...we thought of the same thing."

"Why share it with others when you can keep it all to yourself?"

As he spoke, Tom took out a bright red stone from the pocket of the unconscious Harry. Voldemort breathed heavily through his narrow nostrils, and his scarlet pupils were full of greed.

.. ... ....

Magic stone!

As long as he gets the Philosopher's Stone and uses the powerful magic inside to revive him, he will become more powerful than ever before, and even Dumbledore will not be his opponent.

Just one step left, just this last step!

"Tom."

Voldemort calmed his inner excitement and said slowly in a very gentle tone: "I understand your ambition. We are all Slytherins, the most extraordinary Slytherins, but you are too young."

"So what if you just got the Philosopher's Stone? Do you know alchemy? Can you brew the Elixir of Life?"

"Wealth and treasures are never the most important. Do you know what you lack most right now?"

"What is it?" Tom asked curiously.

Voldemort held Quirrell's arms open, but the way he looked at Tom was odd.

“It’s the guide!”

"You need a knowledgeable and powerful teacher!"

"Dumbledore was afraid of me back then. He never taught me any useful knowledge. After I graduated, I traveled for twenty years before I completed my transformation and became an unprecedentedly powerful wizard."

"Give me the Philosopher's Stone. I will be your teacher from now on and will help you avoid countless detours."

Tom wanted to howl.

He lacked money, time, and even a wife, but the only thing he had was a teacher.

Now he has two teachers, one good and one evil, one black and one white, and there will be more teachers in the future. Who is Voldemort?

Tom swung his wand, creating a beautiful flower, and pointed it at Voldemort. "Didn't I beat you so badly in the Forbidden Forest that you couldn't even take care of yourself? Do you think I'd take a defeated opponent as my teacher?"

"Besides, you are a very narrow-minded person. If I recognize you as my teacher, I am afraid that the first thing you will do after resurrection will be to kill me."

Voldemort's expression suddenly turned cold: "Do you know it's me?"

"If you're not the most suspicious person in the whole school, is it Snape?"

Hearing Snape's name, the unconscious Harry frowned subconsciously.

"Very good..." Voldemort's voice was filled with anger and murderous intent: "Since you don't know what's good for you, then I can only stay here..."

"Kill you!"

Quirrell turned, raised his wand, and unleashed a powerful spell that he had planned long ago.

Tom dodged sideways. Although he had the talent of iron skin and bones, he didn't know the limit of his natural defense, so he naturally wouldn't put himself in danger.

If he were in his normal state, he would definitely squeeze out Voldemort's last bit of strength to see what surprises it could bring him.

But the effect of the rage potion has not worn off yet, and now he just wants to make the other party fly!

Snapped!

Harry was controlled by the levitation spell and floated up, and in front of Quirrell's horrified eyes, he used the Rocket Headbutt on him.

Take my Yuha technique!

Chapter 104: Showdown with Voldemort's Noble Phantasm

Harry is not a magical weapon, and he will definitely be the first to break if he hits the wall.

But when facing Quirrell, this is his biggest killer.

To be precise, the Voldemort in Quirrell has now been killed by Harry. Lily's protective magic on Harry has been accumulated for ten years and has no way to vent it. Today it finally shows its power.

"Idiot! Get out of the way!"

Now even Voldemort was panicked. Although the pain was on Quirrell's body, it was also hurting his heart!

Even though he had experienced that soul-tearing feeling countless times, he still feared it like a tiger.

What's even more shameless is that Harry didn't come here alone, he was glowing!

He had seen that light before, and the punch in the Forbidden Forest almost killed him. After escaping, he rested for half a month and squeezed out nearly two-thirds of Quirrell's vitality before he barely recovered.

From then on, Voldemort knew that he had gained another nemesis.

Damn it, they're all Tom Riddle, and you're actually learning such decent magic?!

Quirrell was also scared, and he rolled and crawled to avoid Harry's rocket hammer. Just before Harry was about to make close contact with the ground, Harry suddenly braked.

Then he swung it out like a meteor hammer and kicked Quirrell who had just gotten up.

"Ahhh!" Quirrell screamed, smoke coming out of his chest. Tom's five fingers moved continuously, and Harry also moved with them. If Professor Flitwick were here now, he would definitely recognize that this set of moves was exactly the same as the way Tom controlled the movement of the pear in the exam.

He swung the Iron Mountain up and down and used it to push Quirrell away, then used the Farewell My Concubine move, scratching Quirrell's face frantically. The power of the "237" Patronus plus the protective magic on Harry's body tortured Quirrell and Voldemort, causing them to scream in pain.

Just as he raised his wand, an invisible sharp blade slashed across and cut off Quirrell's right hand holding the wand.

Quirrell's whole body was rotting, and Voldemort emerged from the back of Quirrell's head like a ghost: "Tom Riddle! I will be back!"

The wandering spirit released a cloud of black smoke, pushing him to flee outside. Tom threw Harry away and released a large amount of Patronus mist to try to stop it, although he knew it was unlikely to succeed.

Sure enough, Voldemort did not encounter any obstacles, but most of the black smoke was dissolved, and he himself disappeared into the wall.

As for Quirrell, his entire body had become rotten and he had long since lost his voice. His death looked extremely miserable.

For the time being, there was only one person, half breathing, left in the room.

Tom felt bored and dropped the half-dead Harry casually on the ground.

Suddenly, he saw the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror placed in the center of the room and walked up to it.

The Mirror of Erised allows people to see their most urgent and strongest desires, and is also the last step for Dumbledore to protect the Philosopher's Stone.

Only those who desperately want the Philosopher's Stone and simply want to protect it can obtain it.

According to this standard, Tom is not qualified to obtain the Philosopher's Stone.

He just wanted to know what his heart desired most. Tom had asked himself this question before, but he himself did not have a fixed answer.

Standing in front of the magic mirror, images begin to appear in the hazy mirror.

Tom's eyelids twitched.

A Dumbledore appeared in the mirror. The scene was in the Great Hall. Dumbledore was no longer as calm and wise as before. His face was full of excitement and his beard was shaking.

He announced loudly: "Mr. Riddle saved Hogwarts, I will give him 50,000 points!"

Tom: “…”

Oh no, he must have become stupid from studying too much.

But when you think about it carefully, it's actually quite good in the river.

Fifty thousand college points means fifty thousand credits and ten thousand achievement points, which is enough for two immortal legendary teachers.

With such conditions, he will soon become the strongest in the world, completely free, and have the right to tell anyone that he does not eat beef.

Damn, this mirror really understands him.

"What do you see?"

Suddenly, a familiar, gentle voice came from behind him. Tom replied without turning around, "I saw you, Professor, gave me 50,000 extra college points and expressed your gratitude for saving the school. Oh, you were so moved in the mirror that you were crying."

Dumbledore didn't know what expression to use in response to Tom's answer.

Fifty thousand points...you really dare to think about it!

"You really value the honor of the college." Dumbledore laughed dryly and took a step forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with Tom.

"Fifty thousand points is too exaggerated. This score will burst the hourglass. However, your heroic performance today will definitely win some points for Slytherin."

"The more the better," Tom reminded him, then curiously asked, "Professor, what did you see in the Mirror of Erised?"