Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

Chapter 107: No One Can Take What I Want, Return

Everyone's eyes were focused on Snape.

At this moment, Snape stood up as if he suddenly understood: "Yes, Riddle, I would have forgotten if you hadn't told me."

"Marking some people's papers lately has made my brain not work as well as it used to."

While saying this, Snape's gaze deliberately lingered on Harry and Neville for a few more seconds.

"Sev, what is the paper?" Dumbledore felt something was wrong, but he still asked.

Snape took out the parchment he had prepared long ago from his pocket and handed it to Dumbledore over Professor McGonagall.

"Mr. Riddle has painstakingly studied potion science and created the 'active substance extraction technology', which not only greatly improves the effectiveness of potions, but also reduces the consumption of raw materials."

Snape clicked his tongue and shook his head, exclaiming, "What a remarkable initiative! The Extraordinary Apothecary Association has already passed verification and published a magazine column just a few days ago. They will also apply for the Silver Crucible Medal for Riddle and invite him to join the association."

The UK has the Order of Merlin, and the Society of Extraordinary Apothecaries, the world's top pharmacist organization, also has its own honorary level.

The lowest level is the Copper Crucible Medal, the next higher is the Silver Crucible, and finally the Gold Crucible.

The extraction method created by Tom was not good enough for the Gold Crucible Badge, but it was more than enough for the Silver Crucible, and he jumped to the same level as Snape.

However, this does not mean that his potion level is the same as Snape's, but that the two have made equal contributions to the development of potions.

After Snape finished speaking, the focus of the whole audience shifted from him to Tom.

"Professor, I don't understand something." Tom blinked at Snape. "Although you only remembered this news now, the publication of the magazine should be considered something that happened during the semester, right?"

Snape was almost laughing like crazy. For the first time in his life, he patiently answered a stupid question: "Of course, Mr. Riddle, after all, the judgment criteria don't rely on my memory, don't you think, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore had finished reading the parchment and sighed inwardly.

"This is an oversight between you and me, Severus."

Soon, Dumbledore adjusted his mentality and smiled again: "I am proud that our school has such an outstanding student like Mr. Riddle. He fully deserves an award for special contribution to the school. For this, I will give Slytherin an extra 200 points."

The deal for the Philosopher's Stone was over, and the 100 points he had added to Harry was the limit.

It's not Harry's fault for not living up to his expectations. It can only be said that... Tom is too outstanding. Dumbledore also admitted it frankly. Since he couldn't inspire Harry's courage and determination to face difficulties in this way, he would find someone else.

If you lose, you have to admit it, it’s no big deal.

However, through this incident, Dumbledore realized that he had underestimated Tom's strength - what I want, no one can take away, not even if you are Dumbledore or the headmaster.

It would be better to forget about this kind of shady dealings in the future. He didn't want to cultivate a savior while creating a dark lord.

"That's wonderful." Snape deliberately dragged out the syllables. "In that case, the decoration of the Great Hall..."

"Don't bother the principal, I can do it." Tom waved his wand, and the golden-red lion only appeared briefly for five minutes, and was then replaced by a silver-green python.

Although Tom had simply made the replacement, in the eyes of the Gryffindor students, it was as if a giant green python had opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the lion, and they were all stunned.

The college cup I got... is gone again?

The opposite of this was Slytherin House. The pure-bloods completely disregarded their aristocratic image and shouted wildly. Malfoy even jumped on a stool in excitement and shook his butt towards Harry.

He couldn't accept that Gryffindor defeated Slytherin, and he couldn't accept that Slytherin lost because of Harry Potter.

Tom's brilliant move at the last moment seemed to have saved his life!

In the guest of honor seat, Snape extended his hand to Professor McGonagall again, and this time his smile was even brighter than before.

Even with Professor McGonagall's good temper, her mentality became unbalanced after experiencing such ups and downs.

"hiss--!"

Snape looked at the three new scratches on his hand.

"I'm sorry, Snape, I forgot to trim my nails recently." Professor McGonagall apologized insincerely and stared at the empty plate, as if there was some delicacy on it.

"Eat, kids."

Dumbledore waved his hand, and the empty plates were filled with the same sumptuous dishes as on the first day of school.

The Slytherin students ate with gusto. They sent all kinds of delicious food to Tom. Soon, the food in front of Tom piled up into a small mountain. Everyone also drank beverages instead of wine, and the sound of high-heeled glasses clinking was endless.

Same world, different experiences.

While everyone here was happy, the other three colleges were having a tasteless meal. Even Ron's appetite was affected. He used to be able to eat five chicken legs in one meal, but today he only ate three and felt he had no appetite anymore.

Tom could feel many angry glances directed at him from the Gryffindor table behind him, but he didn't care.

Those who attribute their failures to the mistakes of others will not suffer any trouble even if they feel resentment. He also has classmates in Gryffindor who have good relationships with him, such as the twins, and they often eat and chat together in the kitchen, such as Neville.

But distancing yourself from him because of this kind of thing is just fine, because not everyone is qualified to be his friend.

...

The banquet ended in this atmosphere of both sadness and joy.

Back in the lounge, Slytherin's celebration had just begun. Several senior students sneaked out of the castle and brought back a lot of wine, drinks and snacks from Hogsmeade. Suddenly, the lounge turned into a cocktail party.

"Let's toast to the greatest contributor - Riddle!" Bock raised his glass.

"To Riddle!"

Everyone shouted in unison.

The way many people looked at Tom changed. In the past, Tom relied on his powerful strength to suppress them, but now he brought glory.

Not to mention that it is just an empty name and cannot bring any real benefits.

Slytherin, who fanatically advocated the supremacy of pure-bloods, needed this kind of false reputation. They used the College Cup to prove that a group of pure-bloods was more powerful than a group of half-bloods and Muggle-born wizards.

What? You said Tom was a Muggle-born?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

How could a little wizard of Muggle origin be sorted into Slytherin as soon as he touched the hat? He must have an ancient and noble bloodline, which was hidden before and finally broke out in Tom's generation.

All I can say is that this is what it means to have great scholars debate for you.

Tom became the protagonist of the party. He dealt with all the toasts and then found a corner to sit down. Daphne drank a little wine and now her little face was flushed. She was taking a nap in his arms.

Tom's consciousness sank into the system interface. After winning the College Cup, he completed two tasks at once.

One is the segmented reward for the continuous task 'The Best Student in Hogwarts History', and the other is Snape's commission.

However, the system shows that the academic year is being settled and the reward has not yet been received.

Tom didn't know when to do it, so he just threw it aside and looked at another reward.

Knowing that Dumbledore was bound to be defeated today, Tom opened the study space during dinner so that Grindelwald could see it.

The relationship between these two people is very complicated. Seeing that Dumbledore's plan failed, Grindelwald was as happy as a grandson, and his recognition level also rose rapidly, from over 40 to 58. While activating the physical practice function, Tom also obtained Grindelwald's second talent.

At first he thought he could draw Grindelwald's prophetic talent, but this time he was given the talent of magic.

Originally he thought that this lottery was a failure, but later he realized that something was wrong. The magic power showed a rapid growth trend in a short period of time, and it continued.

So the same talents can be superimposed and fused?

Then this lottery is not a loss.

.....

After midnight, the cheerful crowd gradually dispersed, and Tom asked Birds and several of Daphne's roommates to take Daphne back to the dormitory.

The next morning, Hagrid led the students to Hogsmeade train station and they boarded the train home one by one.

Everyone had a bright smile on their face. During the two and a half months of vacation, they didn't have to worry about homework for at least two months, so they could have fun happily all summer long. Diagon Alley became the place where the young wizards agreed to meet the most.

To Tom's surprise, the twins were laughing and greeted him as if nothing had happened.

"Tom, do you want to go out and play together during the summer vacation?" George said.

Fred gestured with a bat swing. "You can come to my house and play goblins. It's relaxing and stress-relieving. That's how we develop our batting skills."

The twins thought simply, if they lost, they lost. After all, they had lost so many times before. Tom didn't steal the trophy by any despicable means. He was able to publish an article in the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association and received an honor. This was a fair win.

Unfortunately, only a few people think this way. Most Gryffindors hate Tom the most now.

Tom thought for a moment and declined, "Summer vacation... If it's Diagon Alley, we can get together. I can take you to Muggle society to try some new things. But forget about going to your house. If I remember correctly, it should be in Devonshire, right?"

"You can get through the fireplace, using Floo powder."

Freyr continued to instigate, which made Tom alert. "What the hell are you guys planning?"

The twins looked at each other, laughed dryly and shook their heads, feeling so guilty that they couldn't be more guilty.

In fact, they just wanted to use their home advantage to play a few pranks on Tom. They didn't want to always be defeated by this guy. Unexpectedly, they were too enthusiastic and aroused Tom's vigilance.

Tom became more certain of his guess after seeing the twins' behavior. He slipped away decisively and took Daphne and Hermione into the car to find a private room.

Then the three of them had a serious and thoughtful discussion about Tom's vacation time.

"I'm not sure how long I can stay in England, but at least I won't leave until I get a reply. I guess Mr. Newt's letter should arrive by the end of this month."

"Then come to my house first." Daphne hurriedly rushed over: "Astoria has wanted to thank you in person for a long time, and every time she wrote, she invited you to visit."

"No." Hermione immediately retorted: "If Tom went to your house, would you let him out?"

"I'm afraid the next time I see him, school will be starting."

Daphne pouted and tried to protest, but what Hermione said was...all her little thoughts.

She was planning to trick the person first, and then act like a spoiled brat when she was about to leave, and if one person wasn't enough, she would take Astoria with her.

Tom is such a gentle person, and he certainly can't bear to be cruel when he sees his delicate and weak sister begging.

This way we can keep people here until they go to the United States.

Damn Granger, he actually saw through the plan she had been thinking about for half a month?