Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

"It's obvious that the caster intended to completely exterminate this ancient pure-blood family by inflicting this curse."

The wizarding world is strictly speaking still very traditional. Daughters who are married off are like spilled water. Once they become wives, they will only consider their husband's family.

Malfoy's mother, Narcissa Malfoy, is the best example. After marrying into the Malfoy family, she considered herself a member of the Malfoy family.

"And the cruelest thing is that in every generation, there will be a family member who inherits the blood curse." Dumbledore said softly.

Tom's face changed. There must be a blood curse patient in every generation?

He suddenly understood a lot.

Seeing Tom's expression changing constantly, Dumbledore knew there was no need to explain further. He sighed and said, "Yes, that's why every generation of Greengrasses are sisters. If there was only one of them, the blood curse would definitely fall on her, but if there are two of them, at least one of them will be safe."

"It was truly a painful and long ordeal. One could say that every Greengrass who died of old age was paid for with the lives of her loved ones."

The room fell into silence for a long time, and suddenly, a voice came from behind Tom.

"Tsk, those women are just a bunch of stubborn people."

Tom turned around and saw that it was Phineas Black who had spoken.

Dumbledore asked curiously, "Oh? Phineas, what do you think?"

Phineas pinched his mustache and curled his lips. "I told Greengrass a long time ago that as long as they gave up their surname, no longer identified with this family, and merged their blood with other purebloods, there would be no problems in the future. But they just wouldn't listen and insisted on torturing themselves. Can anyone else be blamed for this?"

After he finished speaking, the principal immediately came out and pointed at him and cursed.

"Do you think everyone is as shameless as you, abandoning others without hesitation?"

"That is, would you like to take my last name, Fusco, instead of Black?"

"The Black family doesn't have a blood curse, so why should I change my last name?" Phineas said disdainfully.

"Shame on you! Beat him up!" a fat female principal roared.

A group of principals swarmed into Phineas's frame and started a no-holds-barred fighting contest. Phineas fought ten of them alone and was completely defeated, but he still had a tough talk. If he couldn't beat them, could he scold them?

Dumbledore gave Tom an awkward smile. "There's still some difference between the portrait and the real person. All the previous headmasters were very good people. It's just that hanging it up would make it look a little more lively."

"What about you?" Tom blinked. "I'm looking forward to seeing what you'll look like when you hang it up."

"You will see that day." Dumbledore also had a look of longing on his face. Perhaps he was also looking forward to the day when he could retire peacefully.

After this little incident, the topic returned to Greengrass.

"Do you think my idea will succeed?"

"You can give it a try," Dumbledore said solemnly. "The Elixir of Life has the effect of replenishing vitality, and its effectiveness does not decay. Otherwise, Nico and the others would not be alive today."

"The only thing to worry about is the magic of the Philosopher's Stone."

Dumbledore looked at the Philosopher's Stone and said, "When Nico handed the Philosopher's Stone to me, he already said that the magic power of the Philosopher's Stone had been almost exhausted."

Tom took the opportunity to ask, "Can I visit Mr. Nicolas Flamel?"

This is not only because of the curse of the Greengrass family, Nicolas Flamel himself is also a huge treasure. In terms of strength, Nicolas Flamel is not Dumbledore's opponent, but in terms of knowledge and experience, Dumbledore is really not as good as him.

"I will convey your sincerity to him, oh yes."

Dumbledore winked at Tom like an old man, "I'll also get you a recipe for the elixir of immortality. You can give it to Miss Greengrass first."

Just because Tom was willing to ask him for the Philosopher's Stone for others, he could guarantee that Tom would not become a person like Voldemort in the future.

With such a gain, he was not going to take back even a complete new Philosopher's Stone, let alone the one with almost exhausted magic power.

"Then I'll wait for your good news in the United States." Tom smiled and put the stone away.

"America? Are you going on a trip?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"No, Mr. Scamander invited me to be his guest, and I have accepted."

Tom thought about it carefully. How could he refuse such a sincere invitation from Uncle Newt? So he planned to write a letter to Newt after returning and arrange a time to go to the United States.

Definitely not because

Tom glanced at the fourth palace in his sea of ​​consciousness with a guilty conscience.

[Fourth Trial: Thunder: Without any external aid (except a wand), surpass the Thunderbird in a 100-kilometer flight.]

[Reward: Thunderbird Bloodline, the host's wind and thunder magic power is greatly increased, and the flight speed is greatly increased.]

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When I left the principal's office, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

When Tom returned to the dormitory, several roommates had already fallen asleep. He was also quite tired today, not because he had consumed too much energy in fighting Voldemort, but because of Fluffy.

He used all his strength in every punch he threw at Lou Williams. He didn't feel anything when he was on drugs, but now that he was relaxed, the fatigue came over him like a tide, and soon Tom fell asleep.

But now Tom only needs to sleep three hours a day to ensure he is full of energy for the day.

So he went to bed the latest but got up the earliest.

Tom left the castle early, walked into the forbidden forest facing the rising sun, found three unicorns and played with them for a while.

By the way, I fed them some guardian angels as breakfast.

After becoming a food supplier, Tom's treatment is different. In the past, he had to work hard to please and get close to the unicorns, but now he is the most popular one. Dabao, Erbao and Xiaosan surround him and act cute just to get more food.

He also discussed with Andros and Grindelwald why unicorns like to eat the Patronus Charm, and finally came to a conclusion - purification.

Unicorns absorb the refined positive energy of their patron saints to purify their own magic power, which is equivalent to purifying their bloodline, so they can naturally return to their ancestral state and become stronger.

Now the hair of Dabao and Erbao is becoming more and more pure white, reflecting a faint glow under the sunlight, while the hair of Xiaosan is pink and tender, and the mane on his body is a light golden color.

"Do you guys want to come with me during the holidays?" Tom asked suddenly, stroking the little unicorn's cheek.

"I can help you temporarily open up a place to live, but the area of ​​activity won't be as large as the Forbidden Forest. It will only be enough for your daily life."

Through telepathy, the three unicorns understood what Tom meant, and came over at the same time to express their attitudes.

Okay, okay, you don’t even want to have a home just for food, right?

Tom was also amused. He stood up and swept his wand, shaking off all the dirt on his body.

There is work to do these days, and he has to prepare a temporary nest for the three little ones.

He had learned the traceless extension spell quite well, so creating a stable space the size of a Quidditch pitch was not a problem. The only thing was that the material used to support it needed to be carefully considered. It had to be able to withstand the erosion of magic for a long time and did not need to be moved frequently.

On the way back to the castle, Tom made a decision.

I still have the materials from the Hungarian tree peaks, and I made a suitcase out of dragon skin and dragon bones, and the quality is absolutely impeccable.

Tom, who was about to have breakfast and go back to work, was immediately discovered as soon as he entered the auditorium.

"Tom is here!" Zabini shouted. Now, not only the Slytherin students, but all the 237 young wizards in the hall looked at him.

Ron, who only had minor injuries, recovered after a night's sleep. His mouth was as big as Hagrid's, and he told everything he knew, adding a little of his own embellishment, such as the twenty-foot-high chess pieces, the overwhelming devil's net, and the extremely cruel troll.

These became his and Harry's achievements.

Later, the honest man Neville also told what he knew, and added Tom into the story. Finally, he heard Dumbledore personally admit that Quirrell was the one who stole the treasure.

The story then develops into Riddle and Potter working together to defeat the evil Professor Quirrell and protect the school's treasure.

While one of the parties was lying in the school infirmary, the other became the absolute focus.

Daphne pulled Tom to sit next to her, then looked at him eagerly without saying a word. The other little wizards also looked at her curiously, wanting to know what Tom had to say.

Faced with so many people's gossip, Tom knew he had to give an explanation.

"Well... the truth is pretty much the same, but it was Harry who defeated Quirrell in the end. I just contributed a little bit."

He used only one Mihajlovic spell and one Hidden Blade to deal with Voldemort and Quirrell, and all the damage was done by Harry.

The Great Hall was so quiet that even the farthest Gryffindor heard Tom's words and cheers suddenly broke out like thunder.

Only Ron lowered his head unnaturally.

He had seen Tom's might in the Forbidden Forest. Even though he was Harry's best friend, he couldn't say in good conscience that Harry's contribution was greater than Tom's.

The only reason Tom said that... was out of humility.

Thinking of this, Ron suddenly felt ashamed.

He had always disliked Tom and Hermione because of their previous conflict, but in fact he was just looking for trouble. In comparison, he looked like a clown.

"Tom, you're too modest."

At the Slytherin table, someone also expressed Ron's thoughts. To everyone's surprise, it was Malfoy who spoke up for Tom.

"I know Pot's details very well. He doesn't even know a few spells. If he encounters an enemy, he will probably just scratch him."

As Malfoy spoke, he stretched out his hand and scratched around randomly, imitating the movements so vividly that Slytherin immediately burst into laughter, no less than Gryffindor just now.

Tom looked at him oddly.

Sure enough, the person who knows Harry best in the world is Malfoy, and he can even guess this?

Before he arrived, Harry actually threw himself on Quirrell and started a physical fight.

Chapter 106: Beauty is Justice, the Twists and Turns of the College Cup Champion

After breakfast, Tom took Daphne and Hermione to the Room of Requirement.

Before getting down to business, he had to tell them yesterday's experience in detail, starting from subduing Fluffy and ending with facing Voldemort. The little witches were so nervous that they clenched their hands tightly and didn't dare to breathe.

"The You-Know-Who is actually in Quirrell's body... So, we lived in the castle with the You-Know-Who for a semester?"

Daphne was both scared and angry.

The girl didn't even dare to call Voldemort by his real name, and Tom had no intention of correcting her. This was a habit she had developed over the years, and there was no need to argue over a name.

On the contrary, Hermione's condition improved a lot. Just like he had said to Dumbledore before, the little wizard who was of Muggle origin had no idea what Voldemort was, so naturally he didn't have much awe of him. He was mostly influenced by the people around him.

"After I got back, I asked my mother to write a letter of complaint to the Ministry of Magic. How could Dumbledore be the headmaster? He didn't even notice such a dangerous person right under his nose for a whole semester. He's so incompetent!"

Daphne waved her little fist and gave Dumbledore a severe blow.

In fact, Daphne was a typical Slytherin. She supported pure blood and hated Dumbledore. If it weren't for Tom, she would be a member of Pansy Parkinson's group of 28 pure-blood families.