Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

With a swish of the magic wand, a nearby giant pillar immediately came to life, and its two branches turned into arms and stretched out towards him. The spikes on the palms were enough to make people's scalps tingle.

The wizard who had just yelled quickly jumped off his broom. The inertia of the high speed made him roll several times before he stopped, but he was lucky enough to avoid the whistling slap.

But his other companion was not so lucky. He tried to dodge by using a broom, but his flying skills were too poor. When he dodged the attack, one of his arms was pierced by the spikes and was lifted up. His shrill screams filled the night sky.

A shattering spell shattered the armor spell of the wizard who had just crawled up from the ground, and the stunning spell hidden in the shadow of the shattering spell hit him easily.

In just a few seconds, the wizard who came to support was killed before his companions.

Tom didn't kill anyone. He wanted to know who sent these people to target Newt, so he just tied them up with ropes and took their wands.

The battle on Newt's side was also nearing its end. The cooperation between him and the magical creatures had become extremely tacit. The enemies who were already in a state of panic were knocked down one by one by Newt.

When Tom flew back with his men, only the strongest middle-aged wizard was still struggling. He was able to use Apparition during the battle, which allowed him to avoid being besieged. However, as soon as Tom arrived, he cast an anti-Apparition spell and was eventually entangled by the bird-snake.

Newt and Tom didn't knock him out because he was the only one who could speak now.

Looking at the middle-aged wizard's angry eyes, Newt frowned deeply.

"Sir, I don't think I've ever seen you before, nor have I ever dealt with your companions."

The middle-aged wizard gnashed his teeth and said, "Scamander, whether it's fifty years or a hundred years, the Saint will not let you go!"

Newt's face changed, and Tom's expression also became strange.

Chapter 124: Grindelwald’s Request, Almost Fainted with Anger

The title of Saint has gradually disappeared in the long river of history, but in the memories of many wizards of the older generation, it is definitely a name that makes people shudder.

Compared to them, the Death Eaters sounded incredibly childish.

The history of saints is very long. The Three Deathly Hallows are not just fairy tales, but also legends firmly believed by countless wizards. Those who have been desperately pursuing the Three Hallows gave themselves a name - saints, and also had a symbol.

The triangle is on the outside, representing the invisibility cloak, and the circle inside represents the resurrection. A vertical line runs through the triangle and the circle, representing the Elder Wand.

In this century, the meaning of saint has undergone fundamental changes.

Grindelwald used the symbol of the Deathly Hallows as a signal to call on his followers and called them Saints. From then on, Saints became the name of Grindelwald's followers, but people preferred to call him... Wiccan.

Now there's no need to ask why Newt was attacked.

Grindelwald's failure, the first culprit is Dumbledore, the second is Newt, and the others should be ranked from tenth.

Newt sighed. "Given your age, you didn't even participate in the war. Why do you still hold such a grudge against me... Who is your father?"

Just after this man revealed his saint identity, Tom had quietly opened his study space.

The middle-aged wizard and the silent Grindelwald answered almost simultaneously:

"Simon MacDowell."

Newt thought carefully for a long time and finally remembered who he was talking about. He was Grindelwald's right-hand man, but his status was not very high and he belonged to the second echelon.

"I remember your father didn't die in the war."

"He died in the Bastille last year," MacDowell said grimly. "You destroyed Lord Grindelwald's great cause, and my father is also depressed. Why is it that a murderer like you is still at large?"

"So I will kill you to avenge Lord Grindelwald and my father!"

"The companions who come with me today are all descendants of saints, Newt Scamander. The hatred between us will never end."

"I failed today, but I still have a son and a daughter, and they also have sons and daughters. Unless you die immediately, otherwise, you will have to wait for our endless revenge for the rest of your life."

McDouffe screamed at the top of his lungs, his eyes bloodshot, as if he wanted to eat Newt with his gaze.

Newt sighed.

This was not the first Saints feud he had experienced, but it gradually disappeared after he announced his retirement in the UK, leading him to mistakenly believe that the feud was over.

It was because he thought too simply.

"Tom," Grindelwald said slowly within the space, his voice revealing an unprecedented weakness and pleading. "I've let them down. Please help me. Let them go this time. Remember this gesture and call them. Tell them not to bother Scamander again."

Tom didn't reply, but looked at Newt: "How are you going to deal with this?"

Newt was silent for a moment, then waved his hand, "McDooff, you guys go."

McDouffe seemed unable to believe his ears, "You won't kill me?"

Newt shook his head. "I've never killed anyone in my life. Besides, there's no hatred between you and me. The only hatred is between me and your father."

"As long as it doesn't affect my family, you can do whatever you want."

The reputation of the Saints is still much better than that of the Death Eaters. Wizards across the European continent are all related to each other, so they tacitly fix their grudges on a certain person and do not touch their families.

This is also the reason why Newt's sons and grandsons travel around the world but have never met a saint.

Just now, McDowell said that only when Newt died would the grudge be resolved, and he didn't mention Tina at all.

However, something even more shocking happened. Tom took a step back and made a strange gesture with one hand. Before he could open his mouth, a huge mental pressure shook his mind.

He understood the warning in Tom's eyes.

After making sure McDouffe wouldn't say anything, Tom said, "It's your own business anyway, so just leave him here. The rest has nothing to do with us."

Newt agreed with Tom's suggestion. He whistled, took out a small snuff bottle from his pocket, and sucked the bird-snake in. McDouff was like a fool. Even after being untied, he did not move. Newt put the other magical animals into the box.

"Tom, go away."

"coming."

Tom passed by McDouff and flew directly to Newt without using a broom.

Only after the two men disappeared did McDowell raise his burning arm.

It was as if the flames had left scars on the back of his hands, and the scars formed a few short German words.

"August 20th, Paris."

...

"See, this is Newt's character." Tom, who flew to the Thunderbird Residence, said to Grindelwald in the study space.

"In fact, he wouldn't kill anyone without me asking."

Grindelwald breathed a sigh of relief. "Although he's an enemy, I have to admit... Scamander is a good man, a good man who doesn't get along with me."

People like Newt and Dumbledore have their own charms. Even in the local camp, there are many people who admire them, but the Socket Spirit lacks a lot in this aspect.

Tom glanced at the system panel and saw that Grindelwald's approval rating had reached 75. It seemed that the incident with McDowell had a great impact on him.

Tom even suspected that Grindelwald was considering a comeback for the sake of the descendants of these old friends.

Newt was silent all the way until they returned to the tent and Tom was about to go in, then he called him.

"Don't you have anything to ask?"

Tom shook his head. "Um, Uncle Newt, I actually have a lot of questions I want to ask, but I'm not sure if you'll be able to answer them, so I'll just not ask."

This was a lie. In fact, Tom felt that the grudge here was quite simple. Besides, he was guarding another party here, so it didn't matter whether he asked Newt or not.

But he could see that Newt seemed eager to talk and wanted to say something to him, so Tom went along with it and continued what he was saying.

The two of them were brought to the edge of the cliff. Newt looked up at the stars and said softly, "You weren't surprised to hear about Grindelwald and the Saints just now. It means you have some understanding of them."

Tom nodded. "I've read about this in history books, but this is the first time we've actually met. It's been fifty years since Grindelwald's defeat, and yet someone is still thinking of avenging him. But why didn't he go to Dumbledore instead of you?"

Newt's expression was a little strange. "Looking for Dumbledore... I think even before Grindelwald was imprisoned, most saints didn't have such an idea, right?"

"Besides... I've actually dealt with Grindelwald a few times."

"How many times was that? You've been disgusting for almost twenty years!" Grindelwald cursed in the space, and Andros was listening to the gossip and eating melons on the side. This life was more comfortable than when he was alive before.

Newt gazed at the night sky, as if he saw the man with white hair and an arrogant expression. "He was a very charismatic man. The future world he described drove countless wizards crazy, and they joined his team one after another."

"Grindelwald himself has been striving for this goal, but what he wants to do will affect too many innocent lives. So Dumbledore thought of me, someone who lacks wizarding connections but has other means to deal with him."

Just some tricks?

Tom thought about what had just happened. Just a few magical beasts had made eight fairly well-trained wizards lose their temper. These magical beasts were just the tip of the iceberg that Newt had brought this time, and they were incomparable to the small world at home.

Plus the animals he released over the years...

Tom shuddered. He would rather provoke a dark wizard than a tamer like Newt. He was too troublesome.

"Actually..." Newt suddenly lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard. "I first met Grindelwald in New York. Dumbledore sent me there. Or rather, he guided me to rescue Frank. I had to send him home."

"During that time, Grindelwald had already impersonated Graves, the head of the Auror Office. Tina and I happened to see him and arrested him, but for safety reasons, we didn't make it public."

"Slander! He's slandering me!"

In the study room, Grindelwald was trying to defend himself to Grindelwald, who had just been caught. "They didn't catch me. I was the one who let myself be caught. You know? I wanted to infiltrate the Magic Congress and seduce them. And then I succeeded!"

"Ah, right, right." Andros nodded insincerely. "Does it mean you have to be caught if you try to deceive others?"

Grindelwald was almost dizzy. "What do you know? This will only make them let down their guard. A reckless man like you who only cares about brawn and can only solve problems with magic has no understanding of human nature!"

"Ah, yes, yes."

"What the hell!"

Tom ignored the two old men's quarrel and showed a surprised expression: "You caught Grindelwald? He is as powerful as Dumbledore."

Newt smiled sheepishly. "It was all a matter of chance. I could sense at the time that Graves had deep ill will towards me, but we had never met before. It wasn't until he revealed his identity that I realized it was because..."

Halfway through his speech, Newt suddenly couldn't go on. Continuing would involve Dumbledore and some adult topics, and Tom was still a child, so it was better for him not to know.

"Don't tell anyone about this. I just want to let you know why those saints are targeting me. Their only target is me. You won't encounter any trouble in the future, so don't worry."

"I see." Tom nodded. Was he worried about the Saints?

He was only worried that the number of saints was too small.

"But it's a pity that you haven't let others know about your great contribution." Tom secretly added fuel to the fire.

Newt smiled and said, "After Grindelwald dies, I will publish a memoir to record the stories of those years."

Grindelwald in the space was almost mad with anger.

Shrimp and pork heart, shrimp and pork heart!

How many years have passed, and you still want to whip the corpse?

What makes you, a ninety-year-old, think you can outlive me?!

After learning about Newt's idea, Grindelwald made up his mind. Even if he only had one breath left, he would use black magic to prolong his life. He would not accept this until Newt died before him!