Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

"I don't think you need to be afraid. He's just an old man locked up. There's no need to give him face. You should write it and publish it as soon as possible."

Tom felt that if Voldemort had not appeared in the end, Grindelwald would have no problem surviving for another 20 or 30 years.

He was anxious to catch up. It was still more than 45 years before the th anniversary of the Bhutanese election. He wanted to hear what had happened in the meantime from Newt.

That guy Grindelwald must be trying hard to beautify himself, but Hufflepuff's reputation is trustworthy.

Newt shook his head desperately. "No, you should never underestimate Grindelwald. He was able to escape from the prison of the Magical Congress back then, so Nurmengard can definitely do it. If we really push him to the limit... I won't be the only one who will be in trouble. The whole of Europe will be in turmoil."

"Okay, it's getting late, go back and get some rest."

After saying that, Newt patted his butt and left. Tom also shook his head regretfully, returned to his tent, and then entered the study space. The first thing he saw was Grindelwald, who had a gloomy face and empty eyes, as if he wanted to eat someone.

Not at him, of course, but at Newt.

"Tom, when you see McDowell again in August, ask him about the Saints' situation. If you can, please help them."

Chapter 125: Receiving the Saints, the Fourth Trial Completed

Tom didn't agree directly. "I can help, but they have to be worthy of being helped."

These words were spoken very bluntly, but Grindelwald was not angry at all. Instead, he nodded in agreement.

Tom is very realistic, and people should be realistic. Blindly catering to others will only cause your own interests to be damaged, and eventually you will lose yourself and become a tool in the eyes of others.

If you want to get to the top, the first thing you consider is your own interests, and your own interests are the greatest interests.

Tom's words were also very clear. If the Saints can bring him benefits and value, then he will make a move.

Grindelwald smiled softly. "A lean camel is bigger than a horse, Tom. You simply have too little faith in me."

The man's face held a defiant look. "When I lost to Dumbledore, it wasn't that I couldn't even escape. I knew the situation was hopeless, and continuing to struggle would only lead to the loss of more companions. So, I offered to surrender in exchange for their temporary safety."

"Although they have been suppressed over the years, their numbers and foundation have not been completely wiped out in just a few decades."

"All they lack is a leader."

Grindelwald looked at Tom and said, "You are my disciple, so you are naturally qualified to be their leader. I do not ask you to continue my ideals, because that is my path, not yours."

"I only hope that you can use them and allow them to receive corresponding rewards and restore their former vitality."

"If they truly can no longer provide you with assistance..." the once invincible Dark Lord sighed, "Then forget it. Wait until you fully rise to power. For my sake, just ensure the continuation of their bloodline."

Tom would not refuse this request and nodded in agreement.

The main reason is that the ideas of the Saints are not as extreme as those of the Death Eaters, so Tom can still accept it.

The Death Eaters advocated pure-blood theory, and even half-blood and Muggle-born wizards were classified as enemies by them. Voldemort once said that Hogwarts only needed Slytherin as the only college.

The Saints advocate that wizards should rule the world. As long as you are a wizard, we are companions. His goal is to overthrow the protection law so that wizards can cast spells openly anywhere and become the ruling class without having to hide from Muggles like they do now.

If Tom were a Muggle now, he would definitely regard Grindelwald as a terrorist, but as a wizard, he thinks that Grindelwald's ideals are actually good.

Many people who oppose him don't think he is evil, they just think his ideals will bring disaster to wizards. Now that he can still survive, why should he jump out?

If it were someone like Bella or Crouch Jr., even if it could be used, Tom would find it disgusting.

Seeing Tom's statement, Grindelwald smiled, and the heavy stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

"Hey, Grindelwald, tell me how you were caught by that kid back then, and did he release magical beasts to bite you?" At this time, Andros saw that the two had finished discussing business and was ready to come over to continue eating melons.

The smile on Grindelwald's face disappeared.

How lucky he is to have met such a colleague and roommate.

"I was caught by a married couple. You, a single guy, can't learn that." Grindelwald glared at Andros and returned his mind to Nurmengard.

Now it was Andros' turn to stop smiling, and the smile shifted to Tom's face.

...

The Saint's Revenge was only a minor incident, and after the time was agreed upon, Tom never thought about it again.

His most critical task now is to complete the fourth trial.

The next day, Newt wandered around town again, trying to catch some more tails so he could clean them all up in one go.

Tom started trying to compete.

He had already eliminated the three-year-old group because the three-year-old ptarmigans were too naughty and could easily be distracted by other things in the middle of their flight. Flying with them could only be considered playing, not a competition.

The five-year-old group can try harder. Thunderbirds of this age group can easily complete a hundred kilometers. The only worry is whether their talent will be recognized in the trial.

Tom tried it, and sure enough, his talent didn't respond at all.

Then... ten years old!

It can’t be any taller, if it is taller, I will be older than him!

Sure enough, the ten-year-old group successfully made the trial respond, and the fourth palace sparkled.

But the problem lies with Tom himself.

His current fastest flying speed is 320 kilometers per hour, while those of the thunderbirds in the ten-year-old group are between 350 and 380 kilometers per hour.

According to the stage classification of thunderbirds, these thunderbirds are all young people. They are fully adults when they reach the age of fifteen. Now they not only fly fast, close to the level of adults, but can also cause strange phenomena in the sky.

Tom's speed was originally slower than that of the Thunderbird, and he also had to be wary of lightning that could strike at any time. After flying a hundred kilometers, he was more than ten kilometers behind.

In desperation, Tom could only continue to study the fusion of the two spells.

Take the Thunderbird for a few laps every day to see if there is any chance of getting something for free.

And so, time came to the last day of July.

On the steep cliff, Tom and Thunderbird stood at the highest point.

“Chirp—.”

"Don't shout. I've lost many times before, but today, I'll be the winner."

"Chirp—!"

"Still mocking me? If you have the guts, don't throw electric shocks at me."

"Chirp—!"

"That's what you said, are you ready?" Tom burst out with magic power, and wings appeared behind him. Immediately, a strong wind blew above the cliff, and dust flew everywhere. However, there was an invisible barrier around the young man, isolating him completely.

Every time Newt felt Tom's magic, he felt incredible.

"Uncle Newt, that's enough." Tom nodded to Newt.

"Three, two, one!"

Newt put down the French flag, and the man and the bird rushed out one after another.

He has gained experience as a referee these days. In order to buy more time for Tom, he deliberately changes the rhythm every time. After all, Tom can receive signals faster than Thunderbird.

Putting down the flag, he quickly chased after him on his broom. He definitely caught up with him in speed, but with the help of Eagle Eyes, he was not left behind even at a distance of one hundred kilometers.

To Newt's surprise, Tom wasn't pulled away this time.

But in fact, it’s not that Tom has become faster, but... Thunderbird has become slower!

In addition to competitions and training these days, Tom has another important task, which is to raise the little Thunderbird like a pig.

He not only studied magic, but also the theory of relativity!

If the opponent slows down, doesn't that mean he speeds up?

So in the past few days, Tom got a lot of high-quality beef and fed it to the little ptarmigan whenever he had time. The little ptarmigan gained two sizes of weight in a short period of time.

Seeing that his plan was effective, Tom was overjoyed and immediately entered the extraordinary mode, increasing his speed again.

In the extraordinary mode, his control over magic power was improved to a higher level, and the frequency of adjustment became faster. Not only did he increase his flying speed, he also flew in front of the Thunderbird to disrupt its forward airflow.

The gap between plus and minus is constantly widening, but after about one kilometer, this effect disappears.

But as long as he can stay ahead, even if it's just one centimeter, he wins.

Seeing that it had fallen behind this time, the little thunderbird began to get anxious. As its emotions fluctuated, thunderclouds began to gather in the sky, and soon there were roaring sounds and flashes of lightning!

Click!

A flash of lightning brushed past Tom, but his flying speed was not affected at all. However, he dodged the next few lightning bolts. Even though his extraordinary state allowed him to make the most correct response, his speed was still affected.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer. In the blink of an eye, they had flown over 80 kilometers, and only the last 20 kilometers were left to succeed.

Newt was also watching nervously from behind, because he knew how much effort Tom had put in these days.

If I lose again, do I really have to feed this thunderbird into a pig?

Tom was unwilling to let all his efforts go to waste, so he shot a spell into the sky, and the thundercloud was blown into half, greatly reducing the number of times he was disturbed.

But the Thunderbird was also anxious, so the thunderclouds gathered again. Tom flew while releasing powerful spells into the sky, and his magic power was consumed at an alarming rate.

Finally, the finish line representing the end of the 100 kilometers appeared in the eyes of Tom and Thunderbird. After so many days of competition, even Thunderbird knew what this meant. With a loud roar, his speed actually showed a trend of increasing.

Tom was also speeding up. This was a magic burst technique he had recently developed, which could increase the output limit per unit time.

Although the fusion of the two flying spells has not been completed, there are still some other gains.

The two were almost moving forward at the same pace. Tom suddenly dived before rushing to the finish line, lifted Andros's flying spell, and used the thrust of gravity and airflow to continuously accelerate. Finally, he surpassed Thunderbird by a body length and crossed the finish line first.

The moment it crossed the finish line, the fourth palace shone brightly!

But Tom had no time to care. He was running too fast and couldn't stop the car at all. He rolled on the ground for dozens of meters before he lost all his strength and fell dizzy.

Fortunately, he was in good physical condition and just felt dizzy, but was not seriously injured.

Before he could recover, the rewards for the 40th company had already been distributed.

Thunderclouds that were countless times larger than before began to gather, as if a sea of ​​thunder appeared in the sky, with dense silver snakes entwined on all the dark clouds.

Tom's body flew up uncontrollably, and Newt arrived at that moment. Before he could figure out what was going on, he was horrified to see a thick bolt of lightning striking Tom.

Then came the second and third.

Tom seemed to have done something unforgivable, and these thunders were the endless anger of heaven and earth.

The entire area became extremely dangerous. Newt didn't dare to get close, but he could observe through the lightning that Tom still looked like a human being for the time being, and his hands and feet moved from time to time - not because of twitching caused by electricity, so he could still calm down and observe the situation.

Newt's guess was correct, Tom was indeed in good condition now.

The lightning did not hurt him. This time the feeling was much better than the last time he bathed in dragon blood. His whole body felt numb and he could not even feel the pain of his body being transformed. But inexplicably, Tom felt that the sky was more intimate. He no longer regarded the sky as a goal that he needed to challenge as before.