Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

"Your level is beyond my expectations."

The old man clapped softly, his admiration evident in his words. "But inevitably, you made a lot of stereotyped mistakes. This is not your fault, but because you don't have a teacher."

"Son, you will stay with me for the rest of this holiday. I will do my best to lay a good foundation for you."

"Thank you, teacher." Tom climbed up the pole. Nicole laughed at him and called him cunning, but did not deny it.

After passing the test, Tom felt relieved. Seeing that Nico was in a good mood, he asked tentatively, "Teacher, do you have any idea about the blood curse of the Greengrass family?"

Chapter 128: Versailles belongs to Nicolas Flamel, Goodbye to the Half-Blood Veela

In the previous letters, Nico knew Tom's purpose in fighting for the Philosopher's Stone.

But now, after hearing this, the old man's brows were still furrowed, and he looked a little solemn.

"Tom... I've also looked through some information. There aren't many records about blood curses, and the effects vary depending on the caster."

"I've also heard of the Greengrass family you mentioned. This family is very sociable, especially their contract magic and their style of doing things. This is an important guarantee for the family's long-term prosperity."

"Even more than two hundred years ago, her family had already set their sights on the Philosopher's Stone, but I hid and ignored it at that time."

The old man suddenly laughed. "I didn't expect that after all these twists and turns, I would still have to lend the Philosopher's Stone to them two hundred years later."

"Then do you have any cure for it?" Tom felt that relying on the Philosopher's Stone to prolong his life would only work temporarily. What if he and Astoria's child was still cursed with the blood curse?

No...shouldn't it be with Daphne?

Tom suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his thinking.

Just as the boy was stunned, Nico spoke. "There are ways, and there are two."

Tom perked up immediately and listened attentively.

"The first method is to fight poison with poison, using a more powerful curse to suppress the effect of the blood curse, such as cursing them to live a hundred years?"

"But this might be quite painful. Even if the blood curse is suppressed, it still exists. The feeling of two major curses colliding with each other is not something that ordinary people can endure."

Tom waved his hands repeatedly, "Two, six, seven" "Change one, change one, they are all girls, how can they suffer like this."

"You're quite caring." Nico smiled and reached out to tap Tom. He had guessed that Tom would say that and was not surprised.

"The second option... is a blood transfusion."

The old man's expression became more serious. "A blood curse is a curse inherited through blood. Not only does it require a blood transfusion, but even the heart... may need to be replaced. This involves too many implications to explain in a short time."

“I hope you can find the reasons and answers yourself through learning.”

Nicolas Flamel had agreed to meet Tom out of consideration for Dumbledore's sake, but now he truly admired Tom's talent and also wanted to find a disciple.

Nicolas Flamel now has become indifferent to life and death, but he still wants to continue the traces of his existence in this world.

So, now he is thinking about Tom with the idea of ​​helping his disciples and future generations.

Tom also understood Nicolas Flamel's good intentions, and did not continue to ask questions. Instead, he took out the "anti-slip bracelet" he designed.

The old man nodded repeatedly as he watched, "Your basic skills are very solid, but they are not systematic. You rely entirely on rote accumulation of knowledge, so your work seems too artificial."

"For example, the lines here can actually be modified more subtly..."

Tom listened carefully to every shortcoming he pointed out, took out his notebook and wrote it down, nodding from time to time, feeling as if he had suddenly become enlightened.

Andros knew nothing about alchemy, and Grindelwald had no time to study it, as he used all his time to improve his own strength. He really needed a teacher in this area.

Even in the learning space, it is difficult to pick a teacher better than Nico. Although he is not the king of the century, he is definitely the best in alchemy.

The King of the Century can only appear once or twice in a hundred years, but there has only been one Nicolas Flamel in the past few hundred years, which is even rarer than the King of the Century.

After saying a few words, Nicolas Flamel stopped talking with a feeling of wanting more.

I can’t say too much now. I still need to let Tom learn it systematically from the beginning before I can go into details.

"Parker!"

Nico knocked on the edge of the lounge chair, and a house-elf appeared. Nico told him to clean Tom's room and prepare dinner. The old man had very little energy, so walking was not difficult for him, but looking at the beauties on the beach for the whole morning made Nico very tired, so he went back to his room to rest.

Tom walked around the room, picking up each alchemical prop and looking at it. In one afternoon, he had visited a kitchen and a living room.

The next day, the two of them rushed back to Paris in a luxurious carriage pulled by divine horses.

The entire city of Paris is divided into twenty districts. Nico's home is in the eighth district. The most representative place here is the Champs-Elysées. According to the old man himself, he likes the prosperity here and can feel the fireworks of the world.

The two of them entered a shabby street shop. Nico gently pressed the bell on the table, and the back wall suddenly began to wriggle, forming a spacious archway entrance.

As soon as I stepped in, the view opened up. This was a manor that was only slightly smaller than the Greengrass family's. However, the manor was not a castle, but a group of gorgeous palaces. It looked like

"Doesn't it look a lot like Versailles?" Nico said with a laugh. "In the 18th century, I was bored, so I worked as an art consultant for Louis XIV for a while, and I used some tricks to fool him about alchemy."

“The Palace of Versailles had some of my suggestions in it, and when it was built, it looked pretty good, so I decided to build one for myself.”

Tom gave a thumbs-up.

Living long is capital, and anyone can get access to it.

The Sun King probably had a lot of good things taken away from him by Nicolaus, but Louis XIV was not at a disadvantage either. He was able to live for more than 70 years in that era and firmly control the power of France. It is estimated that Nicolaus also made efforts in secret.

To enter the palace, one has to pass through a 100-meter-long Hall of Mirrors inlaid with hundreds of mirrors and dozens of arched windows.

There are too many houses here, and the daily management of the entire castle is done by five house-elves. Nico simply assigned Parker to take care of Tom these days and meet all his needs.

Tom also met Madame Perenelle in a tea room. The old lady seemed to be in a similar state to Nico. She was energetic for only a short time every day. Tom stopped disturbing her after talking for a while.

However, the old lady had a good impression of Tom and asked him to come and have morning tea with her tomorrow, and Tom naturally agreed.

After leaving the tea room, Nico took Tom to the most important place for Tom - the library.

The old man took out a notebook. The first page listed the names of dozens of books, and the rest were even more densely packed.

"This is your task. Read the books in the order listed above. I will assess your progress every day. If you have any questions, save them. I will explain them to you collectively every three days."

Tom nodded seriously and took the catalog. Then he said a little embarrassedly, "Teacher, can I start studying tomorrow? I have a friend in Paris and I agreed to meet her."

"Friend, male or female?" The old man turned into his frivolous look again and asked curiously.

"Um, it's a girl."

Tom briefly talked about Furong's information and how he met her, but he didn't say anything about the dragon slaying.

Nicolas Flamel had a good relationship with Dumbledore, and unlike Newt, who was an honest man, there would be no problem as long as he promised not to leak the secret, so Tom chose to conceal it.

Although Deng Xiaoping wouldn't do anything to him if he knew about this, as a human being, there's no need to play the pig and eat the tiger, nor is there any need to actively show your cards to others.

"Okay, okay, you're even better at playing than I was back then. Both sides are sisters, right?" Nicole nodded repeatedly, looked at Tom with a gloomy face, patted his shoulder with a teasing expression.

Suddenly, Tom's body tensed.

Click——!

The old man's hand was broken.

"You have such a strong desire for revenge, boy." Nico was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. "No wonder you were sorted into Slytherin despite being a Muggle-born."

"No, young people are strong, don't think too much."

"Alright, alright, go find your Veela sisters."

After Nico gave Tom the right to enter and exit the manor freely, he left leisurely.

.....

Ding dong——!

Ding dong——!

The doorbell rang suddenly in the room. Fleur first asked Gabrielle to go upstairs, then took out her wand and approached the door slowly and cautiously.

The guests who can find her home are all her parents' friends. They would never choose to come when the adults are at work... 0

When she leaned in through the peephole to see who was coming, her vigilance immediately turned into surprise. The half-blooded veela excitedly opened the door and hugged the person.

"Tom!"

"Oh, so enthusiastic."

Tom hadn't expected to receive such a reward as soon as he opened the door. The rich aroma filled his nose. The young man smiled and patted Furong on the back. "Well, I keep my word, don't I?"

"Humph."

The girl then remembered something and pushed him away pretending to be angry.

"You're only here halfway through the summer vacation. You must have forgotten me."

"Hey, it's okay to forget you, but there's no way I'm going to forget Gabrielle."

"Ahhh, you bastard!"

Fleur was furious and punched Tom's chest with her little fists. Gabrielle, who had been quietly closing the door on the stairs, suddenly had her eyes lit up. She heard the sound clearly, ran downstairs, pushed aside Fleur who was still "committing violence", and hung on Tom like a koala.

"Brother Tom, you finally came to see Gabrielle!"

"Oh, my little cutie, why does your face feel rounder again?" Tom held the little Loli up with one hand, and pinched Gabrielle's smooth little face with the other hand. Because he didn't use much force, the little Loli was not angry, but giggled instead.

By the way, I also complained to Tom.

"My sister is so mean. She deliberately asked me to go upstairs just to hide you."

"Gabrielle!" Fleur looked at her sister angrily, "How should I know it was Tom who came? I asked you to go upstairs to protect you. Bad guys just like little girls like you!"

As he said this, he glared at Tom.

Now that Gabrielle had someone to support her, she was no longer afraid of Fleur. She made a slight face and urged Tom to carry her in quickly.

Fleur quickly found a new pair of slippers for Tom, and the three of them came to the living room. There were magic building blocks placed on the blanket. It seemed that Fleur had been taking care of the child here just now.

Gabrielle was a little too young to compete with Fleur, so she casually said, "Your brother Tom wants to see the work you've put together," and the little girl happily went to play with the wood, making room for the two of them.

Tom didn't shy away from it and sat close to Fleur. From behind, the two of them looked like they were snuggling together.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming so I could prepare in advance?"

"I'm going to America now. It's too troublesome to communicate. Oh, and here's a gift for you."

Tom took out two thunderbird models. Originally, these models were made of ordinary feathers, but Tom directly replaced them with feathers from real thunderbirds. They looked a little more shiny and lifelike.

"And this." Tom took out the souvenirs of the four colleges in Ilvermorny. Fleur curiously picked them up and examined them one by one. In the end, she felt that the one from the Cat and Panther College was the most in line with her aesthetic taste.

"Did you meet Mr. Scamander this time?" Furong asked curiously.