Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

"Well, you still admire Newt?"

"No." Fleur smiled sheepishly. "Our Care of Magical Creatures professor used Mr. Scamander as a negative example, saying that the consequence of not managing your pets well is being banned from multiple countries."

Tom: “…”

My goodness, it’s been so many years, are the French still holding a grudge against the fact that Paris almost burned down?

But if anyone is to be blamed, it should be Grindelwald. Why is it always Uncle Newt who gets hurt?

Tom talked about his experience of this trip to the United States, and Furong's beautiful eyes lit up with a strange light.

This summer vacation life is so colorful. Unlike her, all she does is do homework and take care of this little ancestor.

Looking at Gabrielle who was still stacking blocks seriously, Furong felt both doting and helpless.

But since Tom is here, we can go out and play tomorrow. Can't the two of them control a little kid?

Fleur enthusiastically introduced Tom to the attractions in Paris, both for wizards and those in the Muggle world, and began to plan the itinerary for the next few days.

Although he was reluctant, Tom interrupted him.

"Furong, it's actually like this..."

Chapter 129: Living Legend, Summoning the Saints

"What? You're studying alchemy with Nicolas Flamel and living in his house?"

Furong looked at Tom in shock, her pink little mouth opened into an 'O' shape, as if she had heard some incredible news.

If it was someone else who said that, Furong would just scoff and suspect him of bragging, but since it was Tom who said that, he could only suspect that there was something wrong with his ears.

"Uh...is this shocking?" Tom was also surprised to see the girl acting so exaggeratedly.

"That's Nicolas Flamel, the pride of French wizards." Furong said excitedly. After listing a lot of Nicolas Flamel's achievements, she urged: "What's going on? Are you coming from Mr. Nicolas Flamel's house?"

Tom had no choice but to briefly explain the cause and effect.

In fact, he underestimated Nicolas Flamel's status in the hearts of French wizards, which was even higher than Dumbledore's in the hearts of the British.

Not only because he was the most accomplished wizard in France in hundreds of years, but also because of his outstanding contributions to Beauxbatons.

Before Nicolas Flamel, Beauxbatons was equivalent to a private school for some pure-blood nobles. It was not until Nicolas Flamel that he sponsored a large amount of gold to Beauxbatons and began to recruit a large number of students.

Students from France, Belgium, the Netherlands, Luxembourg and other regions came to study there one after another, and Beauxbatons developed into one of the three largest magic schools in Europe.

So Nicolas Flamel's status in France is equivalent to that of Gryffindor and Slytherin to the students of Hogwarts, a living legend.

After Tom finished talking about Nicolas Flamel's family situation, the girl's eyes were filled with envy.

"I'm starting to envy you, Tom. You're already incredibly famous in the wizarding world, having Mr. Flamel as your teacher."

"Then what should you call me, ancestor?"

Furong pinched Tom's soft flesh without any instruction, and the boy quickly raised his hands in surrender.

He's not afraid of pain, he's afraid of tickling

After a while of fussing, although Fleur felt regretful, she still said seriously: "Tom, this is a rare opportunity. You must study hard with Mr. Flamel. Next time when you come to France, we can go out and play again."

"It's not as exaggerated as you say." Tom played with Furong's smooth silver hair and smiled. "I'm going there to study, not to go to prison. I can come and go freely. Although I can't come to see you every day, it's not a problem to come every few days."

"Besides, studying all the time can ruin your brain. You definitely need some relaxation."

Furong also thought it made sense and a smile appeared on her face again.

"Brother, my carriage is ready!" Gabrielle clapped her hands happily and called Tom to admire his masterpiece.

Tom walked over and sat next to the little girl. He looked at the assembled carriage and nodded seriously: "Not bad. It would be better if the door wasn't on the ceiling."

"Yes, that's right." Gabrielle nodded blankly. How come her car door ended up like that?

Looking at the scene of the big and small living in harmony, Furong smiled knowingly.

.....

In the evening, the Delacours returned and were very happy to see Tom.

Last time, because Tom was in a hurry and didn't thank him properly, Mr. Delacour immediately booked a restaurant to welcome Tom to France.

When the two learned that Tom had become Nicolas Flamel's student, their reactions were similar to Fleur's. They also gave some advice, hoping that Tom would not waste this opportunity.

The meal took a long time, and Tom did not return to Nicolas Flamel's estate until after nine o'clock in the evening.

Starting from the next day, Tom entered a learning state and began to re-understand alchemy strictly according to the book recommended by Nico.

Even though the first few books were the most basic introductory textbooks, Tom still read them carefully without any disrespect.

In order to improve efficiency, Tom projects the books into the study space and then brings them into the meditation room to read. His efficiency is almost twice as high as outside.

For three days, Nicolas Flamel was amazed at Tom's progress as he tested him.

Nico was afraid that Tom would not read and understand the content carefully because it was too superficial, so his test was very detailed and the question and answer session lasted for a full hour.

Only then did the old man confirm that Tom had read the ten books very carefully. He had a new understanding of Tom's learning efficiency and liked this last disciple even more.

Which teacher wouldn’t like a student who is obedient, smart, and not proud of his or her talents?

As for character and stance, these are nothing to Nico, who has lived for more than 600 years. He doesn't care where Tom will use his knowledge after learning it, as long as he can continue the reputation of his lineage.

Half a month flies by in a blink of an eye.

After re-learning alchemy systematically and with Nicolas Flamel's careful guidance, Tom realized how wild his previous approach had been. He had spent ten or even fifteen points on something that could have been accomplished with only three points of effort.

There is no technology or experience, it is just pure talent and numerical beauty.

Tom now has several ways to improve the bracelet, saving materials while enhancing its effect, making the connection between the magic item and its owner closer, and allowing it to be automatically recalled without even having to think about it after being forced out of the hand.

At the same time, it can also combine the functions and arrange several defensive spells such as Iron Armor Spell and shock-absorbing spells on it.

However, Tom stopped after making only a few. Why should he make such good things for the Ministry of Magic? If he didn't keep them for future iterations and upgrades, how could he make money and use the arms control zone to counter the Ministry of Magic?

"I need two cases of cold soup and two loaves of garlic bread."

At the long table, Tom, who had been reading in the same posture for an hour, pushed the book out of the study space and stretched his stiff body.

Tom didn't have to wait long before the cart slid into the library. There was no elf pushing it from behind, and it was completely unmanned.

The cart stopped, and the plates and soup bowls on it grew legs and obediently crawled to be placed in front of Tom.

Yes, Nicolas Flamel is so boring...

Not only the holiday villa, but even most of the objects in such a large palace are alchemical items.

Tom was wearing a ring on his hand, which was the 'central control' given to him by Nico.

The ring can not only be used to call the kitchen to take orders, but also to flush the bathroom in advance, prepare repertoire at the opera house, make strong tea in the teahouse, wash clothes, and prepare ingredients. All of these operations can be achieved by remotely issuing commands.

After finishing the brunch, Tom found Nico basking in the sun in the sunroom.

The Sunshine Room is a place with magical glass on all sides. The glass here can change into the scenery of different places. Today is the style of sunset and dusk. The wheat field in front is endless, which looks like a virtual reality projection.

"Teacher, this is my latest work, please help me take a look."

Tom took out the latest version of the anti-slip bracelet and placed it on the side table. Nicolas Flamel picked it up and examined it carefully, even putting on his X-ray glasses to explore the magic patterns inside.

Five minutes later, the old man nodded slightly, very satisfied with Tom's recent progress.

"This level is a world apart from what you were doing a few days ago. You can already be called an alchemy master."

Tom held his forehead in his hand speechlessly. "Stop teasing me. Alchemist Master? That title... even a dog wouldn't want it."

Nicolas Flamel was not actually being sarcastic, but Tom's current level could really be considered a master of alchemy in the outside world, a person standing at the top of the pyramid.

But how far is the top of the pyramid from the sky?

In the field of alchemy, Nicolas Flamel is the god!

"Don't always use me as a target," Nico said disapprovingly. "When I was twelve, I was nothing compared to your achievements. And how long have you been studying? Reaching my level is just a matter of time, and how much effort you're willing to put in."

Tom is a jack of all trades, and the trouble for jacks of all trades is how to allocate their talents.

This was what Dumbledore did back then. In the end, Dumbledore chose to use his talents in the field of traditional magic, rather than potions and alchemy, which made Nico regretful for a long time.

Tom's performance was even more exaggerated than Dumbledore's back then, so he didn't need to be too distracted to have a hope of approaching him in alchemy.

As for transcendence?

To be honest, Nico didn't know where the road ahead was, so naturally he couldn't imagine how Tom would surpass him.

"You can put aside your research on the bracelet," Nico advised. "No matter how deep you dig, it's just an ordinary artifact. Research something else to broaden your horizons. If you need any materials and don't have them at home, tell Parker and he'll buy them."

"Actually, I've already had some ideas." Tom said with a smile, "I came to borrow something from you today, the magic address book."

"Hmm... Let me think." Nicolas Flamel took some time to figure out what Tom was referring to, and sighed: "Oh, I haven't used that thing for a long time. More and more old friends have disappeared from it. Now the only ones I can contact are Hicks and Albus."

Hicks was the Ilvermorny Professor of Charms who fought against Grindelwald, and later served as the headmaster of Ilvermorny for a while.

Nico told Tom where the magic address book was. Tom stopped disturbing the old man's rest and turned to leave the sunroom.

He first went back to his bedroom to change into a suit, vest and bow tie before leaving the manor.

　267 He was dressed so formally not for a date, but to meet the saints who were about to arrive.

Today is August 20th, the date agreed upon with MacDowell. Tom believes that with his enthusiasm for Grindelwald, he will definitely come to the appointment.

As for how many people would come? He didn't know.

However, Tom hopes that there are as many people as possible. In the wizarding world, numbers are capital, which proves that the saints are still a force that cannot be ignored.

Tom went out, leaving the saints' unique secret codes on several buildings while looking for a place to meet today.

In fact, he has a more direct way of summoning. Grindelwald taught him a spell called "Flowing Black Curtain", which can hang black curtains that are invisible to Muggles on buildings, which is more conspicuous than these covert signals.

Paris was also familiar with this, after all, Grindelwald had used it here before.

But Tom felt that if he used this spell, what he might be waiting for was not a saint, but all the Aurors in France, and Dumbledore who rushed from Hogwarts as quickly as possible after being notified.

Finally, Tom chose a coffee shop with good decoration taste. He walked in and ordered a cup of Lecce coffee and a truffle chocolate.

While he was tasting the food, the number of customers in the store decreased one by one, until there was none left, and even the clerk walked out in a daze.

In the end, Tom was the only one left in the coffee shop.

Just as the boy finished his last sip of coffee, the door of the cafe was finally pushed open again.

McDouffe walked in in a state of confusion, followed by several wizards. They were all saints who were dealt with by Tom and Newt that day, even the unlucky guy whose arm was pierced by a cactus was there.