Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

After seeing Tom, they subconsciously took out their wands and looked alert.

"It seems you haven't forgotten the code yet." Tom put down his coffee cup, turned slightly, and looked at McDowell and others with a smile.

"Who are you and why are you using this code?" McDowell asked, with a hint of anger in his expression.

Many people among the Saints can decipher this code, but only Grindelwald is qualified to use it!

"I?"

"Let me introduce myself." Tom adjusted his bow tie. "I'm Tom Riddle, a student of Gellert Grindelwald."

Chapter 130: Pass through the fierce fire and promise me your eternal loyalty!

"impossible!"

McDowell blurted out his questioning words.

Everyone knows that the lord is now imprisoned in Nurmengard. The International Confederation of Wizards has very strict security over the Nurmengard Tower. It seems that there is only one Squib responsible for delivering meals and guarding the tower, but in fact, the entire tower is surrounded by various triggering magic and restrictive magic, and some new magic are added every now and then.

Why not send wizards to guard it, instead of relying on a seemingly rigid magic circle?

Isn’t it because someone has a serious criminal record?

He seduces people wherever he goes, from the head Auror to ordinary staff. As long as they are persuaded by his words, they are all very likely to rebel. As a result, the Ministry of Magic in various countries now dares not send their own people as jailers.

Only a rigid magic circle can bring them a sense of security.

The unlucky guy whose arm was pierced was the most dissatisfied with Tom. He immediately said, "Boy, Lord Grindelwald is in Nurmengard. Did you fly in to become his disciple? I..."

Halfway through his speech, his throat seemed to be held by an invisible hand. The others had similar expressions, their eyes almost popping out.

A flame with an evil aura appeared in Tom's hand. The size of the flame was limited to a certain range and deformed at will.

In the eyes of the saints, the blue flame turned into a devil bird with horns, roaring at them!

The breath of death was overwhelming, causing cold sweat to break out on everyone's forehead.

The messenger of hell in Greek mythology - Stephanos bird!

It has bronze bird feathers and bronze horns, and can shoot razor-shaped tail feathers that are countless times sharper than arrows. Whenever the Stepharos bird appears, it takes away a large number of innocent lives, so it is regarded as the messenger of Hades and the messenger of Purgatory.

Interestingly, both the Stepharos bird and Grindelwald have a strange connection with Andros.

This magical animal really existed. Andros once killed the last one, which led to the complete extinction of the Stephanotis bird and promoted it to mythology. This is the sixth great achievement of Hercules.

Grindelwald's Fiery image is the Stephalos bird, and because of this, Grindelwald was often teased by Andros.

McDowell and the others had begun to waver in their hearts.

The elegance of how he controlled Fiendfyre with ease, the unique shape of Fiendfyre, if they said Tom had no relationship with Grindelwald, they would not believe it.

Could he really be the master's disciple?

Tom clenched his hands, and the fierce fire dissipated. He looked past the confused McDowell and others and looked outside the cafe.

"Won't the people outside come in? I've already proven myself. There's no point in talking to these juniors. It's time for some heavyweights to come."

After a moment of silence, several more figures appeared at the door, and McDowell and others quickly made way.

Three men and one woman, all white-haired old people walked in.

"Mr. Riddle," the leading old man bowed slightly. "Please forgive our caution. These times are not kind to us, and the Saints can no longer afford any losses."

In addition to the dozen or so people in the room, there were some more outside, a total of twenty people, which was a large lineup.

On the one hand, it was because of the secret code and gestures Tom used last time. They wanted to find out Tom's background, so they had to come.

On the other hand, they were worried that this was a sting operation by the Ministries of Magic of several countries, looking for an excuse to settle scores later. So, out of hesitation and confusion, more people came. If it really was a trap, they would not be afraid of so many people.

But after Tom made this move, the suspicion disappeared immediately.

It's not just the appearance. The old man had seen Grindelwald casting a spell with his own eyes. The aura of being the only one in the world and the new god of the times is not something that everyone can create through magic.

Only an adult could teach such an outstanding disciple, so he was very polite to Tom.

"What's your name?" Tom asked softly.

"Anton Vogel," the old man replied.

"Hmm?" The young man looked at him fiercely, as if he could see through his thoughts. The old man subconsciously wanted to use brain closure to defend himself, but this instinct was suppressed by him.

Tom saw the answer he wanted, and his expression finally softened. He said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Vogel. I misunderstood."

Vogel shook his head repeatedly. "It's not your fault. It's my fault for not explaining clearly that my father and I have the same name."

Tom nodded slightly.

Although he had been in the Western world for many years, he was still not used to the custom of fathers and sons having the same name, so he naturally thought Vogel was playing a trick on him.

Anton Vogel can be said to be Grindelwald's subordinate, or his partner.

At that time, Vogel was the German Minister of Magic and also the President of the International Confederation of Wizards. It was he who had been mediating for Grindelwald and nominated him to run for election.

At that time, Germany was basically Grindelwald's logistical base, and his ideas were widely recognized here.

After failing in the election, Vogel has always stood firmly by Grindelwald's side. He can be said to be the third or even the second person in the Saints camp.

"So it's this guy." Grindelwald, who had been observing the situation in the study space, also said in sudden realization.

"Does he know about that?" Tom asked in his heart.

"Well, Vogel should have told him. You can try it later. Even if he doesn't know, Sanders behind him knows."

Tom still has a trump card in his hand, which will be used to finally confirm his identity, but only the old saints of that year know the existence of this trump card, so he will rely on Li Huo to reveal his identity first.

"Mr. Riddle, can you tell me how you became an adult's student?" Vogel asked softly outside.

"It seems that I have passed your test preliminarily."

Tom didn't answer, but said to himself: "But you haven't passed my test yet. The place here is a little too small. Come with me. No one can be left behind."

After saying that, Tom Apparated and left the cafe.

Vogel and the others looked at each other, but still used their followers to reveal themselves and followed the spatial fluctuations.

In a secluded quarry outside Paris, Tom landed in an open space, and all twenty saints followed him, without missing a single one.

When everyone settled down and waited for Tom's explanation, the boy spoke.

"Grindelwald told me that the Saints were like-minded companions in his pursuit of a perfect world. My friend, he never considered them subordinates."

After hearing Tom's words, everyone present showed excitement on their faces, especially the elderly people, who were in tears and kept calling Grindelwald's name and the slogan - for the greater good.

This made Tom secretly sigh at Grindelwald's charm and influence. Even though he had become a loser and all his efforts had become fantasies, there were still so many people who missed him.

Is this the magical world's version of Xiang Yu, who still refuses to cross the Yangtze River?

Tom was silent for a moment, and after their emotions had calmed down a bit, he spoke again, but this time his voice was a little cold:

"I have no connection with you. If I hadn't told him what happened in the Arizona Reservation and he hadn't asked me to help you, I wouldn't have come to Paris to gather you."

"Grindelwald believes in you. That's his confidence in himself and his recognition of you, but I..."

"I only know one thing: people's hearts are fickle!"

Walker's face changed, and the old woman even became angry.

You actually doubt my loyalty to you?

Even if you are his disciple, it is not allowed!

"Don't look at me like that." Tom didn't care about their anger. "Remember what he did in Paris?"

The boy's demeanor changed, and a strange glass-colored light flashed in his right eye.

He turned gracefully, drawing circles with his wand.

Blue flames rose up and formed a ring in the blink of an eye.

Tom opened his arms. "Saints, walk through the flames as you did sixty-five years ago and pledge your eternal loyalty to me."

The old saints looked dazed. They almost thought they saw Grindelwald, the revolutionary who was once full of vigor and ambition to lead them to overthrow the Statute of Secrecy and let wizards live in the sun.

They were not wrong.

Tom has already mastered the spell of Demonic Flame Protection, but he has not yet mastered the effect of identifying people's hearts, because that involves incorporating the technique of Legilimency into it. It is simple to say, but very difficult to do.

So just now Tom used the physical mode, and Grindelwald cast the spell himself.

Almost without thinking, the angriest old woman rushed towards the flames first.

She passed through the flames unscathed and stood respectfully behind Tom, her hands hanging down. "My Lord, my loyalty to you remains unchanged, as always."

Then came the other old saints. They were just a step slower, and the descendants of the saints hesitated. Finally, under the stern gazes of the old saints, they rushed forward with their eyes closed. When they found that they were unharmed, they all breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Tom with awe.

They had only heard from their elders that someone could pass through the fierce fire without getting hurt, but they didn't expect Tom to be able to do it too.

They no longer had any doubt about Tom's identity.

After a moment, only one person was still standing outside the ring of fire, and Tom looked at him with amusement.

"Etienne, what are you still dawdling about!" Vogel shouted. "Come here and show your loyalty to the Lord."

The man named Etienne pretended to be calm and said, "Vogel, he can't be Lord Grindelwald's disciple. This is just a trick. He is a pawn of the Ministry of Magic. Don't trust him!"

At this time, Vogel and others had already noticed that something was wrong. Etienne's expression had betrayed him.

Tom threw out a crystal bottle, and Vogel caught it subconsciously.

"Catch him and give him Veritaserum."

Etienne's face changed drastically, and he was about to use Apparition to escape the scene, but the steadily burning flame suddenly burst out a tongue of fire and forced him out.

Seeing that he dared to run away, Vogel understood everything and attacked him in anger.

Under the siege of several saints, Etienne's wand was quickly taken away and he knelt in front of Tom.

Vogel roughly poured a few drops of truth serum into his mouth. After a while, the truth serum began to take effect and Vogel began to interrogate him. After asking a few questions, his face became extremely gloomy and a little ashamed.

Etienne, or even Etienne's entire family, has betrayed the Saints. They are the spies planted among the Saints by the French Ministry of Magic to monitor their movements.

The funny thing is that they were just doubting that Tom's behavior was unnecessary, but now his face was slapped loudly. The old woman even used the Cruciatus Curse to torture Etienne to vent her anger. The screams were so shrill that Tom frowned. With a wave of his hand, Etienne's tongue was tied into a knot and he couldn't make any sound.

"What do saints usually do when dealing with traitors?" Tom asked casually, playing with his wand.

Vogel's eyes were bloodshot, and he said in a low voice: "Cut off the roots and leave no one alive."