Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

In the next few days, Tom turned into a dog, taking care of the two little chicks meticulously. If Dabao and Erbao saw it, they would definitely scold him.

A few months ago they were sweethearts, but now they have become Mrs. Niu and scumbags!

In addition to building relationships, Tom also has a task, which is to learn to communicate with the thunderbirds and make them understand what he means.

Dumbledore mastered more than a hundred languages ​​other than human languages, and Newt was no exception. The calls of many magical animals were automatically translated into human languages ​​when they fell into his ears, and the language of thunderbirds was one of them.

Under Newt's guidance, Tom made rapid progress. Thunderbird language doesn't have any complicated words. The difficulty lies in distinguishing the differences in the calls and not misunderstanding their meaning.

Finally feeling that the time was right, Tom began to trick the parents of the two little chicks.

Standing in the nest, Tom talked nonstop: "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? A thunderbird that has not fought against nature is not a good thunderbird. Can you protect your children now and for the rest of your life?"

"Education should start from childhood. It's useless to keep them locked up in a nest every day. This won't work. It will ruin them!"

The two big thunderbirds blinked in confusion.

They have been raised like this since they were young, what could be wrong?

Tom continued to pour out his heartfelt praise: "There's a saying in the East, where you haven't been, 'The early bird catches the worm.' If your children grow up earlier than other Thunderbirds, won't they become stronger in the future? Maybe they will be the next generation of Thunderbird kings."

"How's it going? Are you excited?"

"Wow—!"

The desire to usurp the throne is engraved in the most basic genes of all living things. After Tom said this, they were no longer sleepy.

"How about this, let me compete with them. You can't even outfly a human like me, and you still have the nerve to call yourself the king of thunderbirds?"

The two big birds were immediately furious. They didn't believe that their children could not defeat a human being. With a flap of their wings, the little thunderbird was pulled out of the nest in a daze and was caught by its parents and flew to the top of the cliff.

Tom explained to the two little thunderbirds what to do. Then, both sides were ready. With a loud cry, Tom spread his wings, his body glowed white, and he rushed out.

Not until he had flown a long distance did the two little birds take off slowly.

Tom looked back and saw that the distance between the two sides was getting farther and farther, and he was immediately happy.

Just the fourth trial, easy to master!

Chapter 123: Attacked, Scamander, the Saints will not let you go!

Fifteen minutes later, Tom came back dejectedly, carrying two little thunderbird wings.

"Failed?" Seeing his expression, Newt naturally guessed the result.

Tom returned the two little guys to their parents in a bad mood: "They are so tired before they even fly 30 kilometers. They don't even have the strength to fly back."

"We have to finish the race. We have to fly at least a hundred kilometers."

This time he was careless and a little too shameless. Perhaps he couldn't even stand the trial talent, and there was no sign of the trial starting throughout the whole process.

But it doesn't matter. He has also figured out the details of the Thunderbird population these days. The ecological chain is very healthy, and there are Thunderbirds of all ages. He raises his requirements little by little, and he can always find the weakest matching opponent.

Newt was at a loss for words. He had always thought Tom's plan was unreliable, but after all, it was Tom's own talent, and as an outsider, he had no right to comment.

Now it seems that there is no difference between the two.

But seeing that Tom was only depressed for a moment before regaining his fighting spirit, Newt didn't say anything to comfort him.

After returning home, Tom studied it all night and found a new target.

This time he was not targeting a few specific thunderbirds, but all the thunderbirds over three years old and under fifteen years old. This time he wanted to cultivate their feelings together and train their competitive awareness, and he could not give up halfway.

After Tom got to know the other Thunderbirds, he ran around with them and no other Thunderbirds would bother him. For a while, he became the king of the Thunderbirds.

"Tom, you've been here for almost ten days. Do you want to go out for a walk with me?"

Newt felt that the kid pushed himself too hard. Apart from training Thunderbird, he spent the rest of his time studying or daydreaming and sleeping (actually, he was also learning about space science).

He felt that this was not a good thing. It was a good thing for children to love learning, but they should not lose the joy of childhood for the sake of learning. That's why Newt invited Tom to go to the town with him. For Tom's physical and mental health, the socially anxious old man also tried his best.

Tom, who was thinking about the fusion spell, was stunned. He saw the concern and worry in the old man's eyes. He immediately figured out what Newt was worried about and agreed readily.

"Okay, I really hadn't noticed until you told me. Wait a minute, I'll go tell the Thunderbirds and we'll set off."

Tom stood up from the edge of the cliff and flew off into the distance.

At noon, Tom and Newt arrived at Thunderbird Town.

They had stayed here for one night before, and Tom hadn't gone anywhere else except to buy food with Newt, so today was a good time to make up for it.

The first stop was the statue in the center of the town. Tom heartlessly took out his magic camera and asked Newt to help take a photo of him and the statue. This made Newt feel so ashamed that he finally threatened him with Tina and lowered his head and turned his face to the side to take a few random photos.

Fortunately, photos of the magical world can be photoshopped, otherwise the photos would be absolutely unbearable.

What's even more unethical is that Tom forced Newt to take a photo with the statue. This photo will definitely become one of Newt's few black histories.

There are not only shops around the square, but also many people setting up stalls with carts.

Tom came to a little stall, where a cart was filled with fine feathers, instruments made of bone, and strange eyeballs.

"Would you like to take some souvenirs back?" the stall owner enthusiastically introduced. "They're all specialties from the reserve: ptarmigan feathers, daggers made from ptarmigan teeth, ones that even carry electricity, and... ptarmigan eyeballs."

The stall owner lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "I worked hard to get this. This eyeball can help you distinguish between friend and foe. I can sell you one for fifty Galleons."

Tom laughed, angrily.

Are you trying to trick him into thinking that he can just live a simple life?

Not to mention the feathers, he had never seen such gray and dull thunderbird feathers. The teeth were obviously made of rhinoceros teeth. For wizards, if they pulled out the rhinoceros teeth and applied magic potion, they could collect a round in a month, so they were not worth anything at all.

The eyeballs are even more misleading. At least you can use research on eagles and vultures to fool people. Who would be fooled by you using a pigeon's eyeball and a magnifying spell?

Newt remained silent. He knew Tom wouldn't fall for it, so he had no intention of warning him.

Just as Tom was about to leave, a Mediterranean wizard excitedly pushed past Newt and came over.

"I heard everything just now. You said these are the eyes of a thunderbird. Can they detect hostility?"

"It's absolutely genuine. If it's genuine, I'll replace it with a new one. I'll pay you ten times the price if it's fake."

The stall owner patted his chest loudly. Under Tom's speechless gaze, the Mediterranean wizard nodded repeatedly and decisively paid. "Give me one. If I find out you've cheated me, I'll come back to settle the score with you."

"Don't worry, sir. I promise there will be no problem." The stall owner took the money and smiled widely. Mediterranean also left happily.

"There's only one left now, kid, don't you really need it?"

The stall owner wanted to trick another person, but Tom shook his head and said, "Forget it. Thunderbird eyeballs and I have no affinity. You should wait for the next person who does."

After saying that, he took Newt away without paying attention to the stall owner's request. The stall owner behind him looked regretful. As long as he sold all the stocks, he could move to another place to continue cheating people.

Walking on the street, Tom and Newt walked side by side, looking straight ahead.

"Do you feel it?"

"Well, he gave me a warning."

A Bowtruckle popped out of Newt's pocket. The Bowtruckle was very sensitive to fluctuations in magical power, so they could find the tree with the strongest magical power in a forest.

"It seems to be directed at you." Tom teased with a smile.

The Mediterranean wizard had cast a tracking spell on Newt the moment he pushed him away, and thought he hadn't been discovered, but in the end both of them had.

Newt relies on physical plug-ins, while Tom relies purely on the high-essence of his soul.

Newt didn't know what to say, and even as an honest man he felt a little angry.

He didn't have any problem, as there were so many poachers and even pure-blood families who suffered heavy losses because of him. It was normal for him to be targeted. He even felt a little uncomfortable because there were fewer of them in recent years.

But today he finally persuaded Tom to go out and relax, but this happened. This made Newt feel that he had implicated Tom.

"Tom, I'll open the box when the enemy jumps out. You get in immediately and leave the rest to me." Newt said softly, much more serious than before.

Tom curled his lips and said, "Uncle Newt, I even painted a fire dragon. Do you think I'll be afraid of these wizards?"

Newt was stunned, then he remembered Tom's glorious record.

In the magic world, the fire dragon is actually a measure of strength, or a watershed. Those who can barely deal with the fire dragon are actually considered excellent wizards. Those who can suppress the fire dragon alone are the best in the magic world. So, how about slaying a dragon alone?

No matter which country or age group he is in, he can be called a strong person.

"But you're still a child."

"Is that why you need to experience more? If you don't realize the dangers of the magical world now, will you wait until something really happens in the future?"

Even if Newt had three mouths, he couldn't beat Tom, so... he could only let it go.

The two did not leave Thunderbird Town immediately because it was too abnormal. In addition, there was little shelter in the desert during the day, and they were afraid that the person behind them would not dare to jump out. So they still followed the original plan. Tom visited almost all the shops in Thunderbird Town and bought a lot of souvenirs.

For example, there is a model of the thunderbird, a quill made of real thunderbird feathers, and a crystal ball that records the power of the thunderbird in stirring up the heaven and earth.

At night, the two of them had a good meal at a Texas barbecue restaurant, then slowly left the town and rode their flying brooms into the night sky.

The temperature in Arizona is very high in the summer. Even at night, when flying at high speed on a broom, the wind still carries a hint of heat.

Tom and Newt didn't fly very high, only about ten meters above the ground, and they flew for about half an hour without encountering any accidents...

Just as the two flew to a vast plain with sparse giant pillars on the ground, the ground suddenly cracked and several beams of light shot towards Newt and Tom.

Tom jumped off his broomstick immediately and used a flying spell. With the flapping of black feathers, he nimbly dodged the spell shot at him.

It seemed that he was just affected, and even those spells were deflected before flying towards him. The number of spells Newt had to face was several times that of Tom.

Newt pulled up the broom to slow down, and at the same time, a bird snake that kept growing bigger came out of his shirt pocket. Its snake-like body became thicker than a century-old tree in a blink of an eye, tightly surrounding Newt in the middle. The spell hitting the scales did not cause any damage, but instead angered the bird snake.

After Newt landed safely, the bird-snake rushed towards the enemy, and with a flick of its thick tail, it immediately forced the enemy to disperse their formation.

Newt also opened his box, and the magical beasts that had been ready for action ran out, including a horned beast, three civets, and a poisonous beast.

Tom waved his hand, and a blazing fireball fell like a meteor. The fire illuminated the earth and allowed him to see the enemy's configuration clearly.

Eight wizards were in charge of the ambush, and in the darkness in the distance, three wizards were riding brooms and rushing towards them at full speed.

The bird-snake entangled two wizards, the poisonous horned beast entangled two, the camel-horned beast moved slowly, and used its heavy hooves to pin down one wizard and fight him. The remaining three civet cats kept splitting up, making the last three wizards in a panic.

Seeing that Newt had the situation under control, Tom stopped paying attention and looked at the three reinforcements who were getting closer and closer.

Spreading his wings, Tom rushed towards them quickly. He nimbly dodged the attacks of the wizards riding on brooms, and soon they came face to face. Tom locked the throat of the wizard who rushed the fastest, pulled hard, pulled the man off the broom and pressed him to the ground.

The powerful impact caused the wizard's eyes to roll back and he fainted instantly.

"Ryan!" a wizard yelled, and Tom's heart moved. This accent...German?

While guessing the origins of this group of wizards, the young man did not stop his hands.

"Pointy fist bump!"