Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

He also specifically modified his requirements for the Room of Requirement, adding another level of difficulty.

The dummies are no longer just targets that move erratically. Several knight puppets will actively attack, wielding unsharpened swords.

As soon as the cooling time of physical practice was over, Tom immediately and decisively turned on the extraordinary mode.

This time he didn't rush Andros, but let him play freely, learning his fighting steps and the technique of casting spells on the move.

"Tom, you are too weak."

After the practice time ended, Andros returned to his study space and smacked his lips in dissatisfaction. "Hurry up and gather the ingredients to prepare the potion, otherwise your physical development won't keep up with your magical progress."

"No hurries."

Tom said slowly, "The bigger the task, the less anxious you should be. Otherwise, you will make mistakes and leave loopholes."

"Besides, do you think my current level is enough to make that kind of advanced potion?"

"Even if I get it, I'll still be staring blankly, or it'll be a waste of materials. Do you think I can buy it a second time for free?"

Andros was speechless for a moment.

He only considered whether he could gather the materials and forgot that Tom had only taken one Potions class. Even with his real-time guidance, it would be easy to fail.

"Then you have to pay more attention starting next week. You can't become a master of Potions just by reading books. You must have a lot of practical experience and summarize your own experience."

"Yeah." Tom nodded. "I'm going to the Forbidden Forest to look for materials. If there's nothing, I'll buy some."

"As long as you have a plan." Andros also agreed with Tom's idea.

at the same time.

In a luxurious manor in Yorkshire.

A beautiful middle-aged woman with blonde hair is reading a letter delivered by owl.

She is Elise Greengrass, the current head of the Greengrass family and Daphne's mother.

After reading the letter, Mrs. Greengrass was both angry and amused.

Mrs. Greengrass was very pleased with her eldest daughter's coquettishness in the beginning and the longing for her revealed between the lines, but in the middle her style suddenly changed and she began to complain about how difficult life at Hogwarts was.

Finally, the real purpose was revealed and he asked for five hundred Galleons.

It's only been a week since school started, and the money I gave you before you left has already been used up?

Besides, she knew what the living conditions were like at Hogwarts. Everyone graduated from this school back then.

Five hundred Galleons, this is the evolution from a little princess to a gold-eating beast.

At first, Mrs. Greengrass was worried that Daphne was being bullied by other students at school, which was why she asked her family for money.

But feeling the joy hidden in these words and the irresistible upward curling of the footers, Mrs. Greengrass dispelled her worries.

She could see that her daughter was doing well in school.

So why does it cost so much money?

Just as Mrs. Greengrass was lost in thought, a gentle voice called from outside the door: "Mother, has my sister returned with the letter?"

Greengrass turned around and waved, "It's Astoria, come and see, your sister is crying poor to me."

A thin little girl in a dress walked in.

The girl had delicate features, but her face was extremely pale and unhealthy. Her hair should have been the same bright golden color as her mother and sister, but due to lack of nutrition, it had turned silver-white and dull.

The veins on her thin arms were clearly visible, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

A flicker of pity flashed across Mrs. Greengrass's eyes, but she quickly suppressed it so Astoria wouldn't notice.

Walking to the writing table, Astoria quickly finished reading the letter and asked curiously, "Mom, does going to Hogwarts cost a lot of money?"

"Of course not." Mrs. Greengrass smiled and shook her head. "It's just that your sister has always been lavish with her money. Perhaps she's taken a fancy to some nice jewelry or clothes?"

With her daughter by her side, Mrs. Greengrass began to write her reply.

She planned to give the money, since it wasn't much anyway, but she also needed an explanation from Daphne, otherwise her pocket money for next semester would be in jeopardy.

Astoria rolled her eyes, said something to Mrs. Greengrass, and went back to her bedroom, taking out the thousand Galleons she had recently saved from the cabinet.

Since my sister is short of money, I'll give this money to her. She doesn't have much to spend it on anyway.

Chapter 36 Daphne's Distress, Flying Lesson

new week.

On Monday morning, Daphne received the package she had been longing for.

Not one, but two.

Not only did her mother send her money, but her sister Astoria, after learning that she was short of money, secretly sent her the small stash of money she had saved. She also wrote in the letter that she didn't need to be frugal, and that she had more if it wasn't enough. Daphne was so moved that she burst into tears.

Sure enough, her sister is the cutest sister in the world.

Why let her go through endless suffering?

When Daphne thought of Astoria's physical condition, she really burst into tears, scaring several of her roommates.

"Greengrass, are you okay?" Millicent Birds asked cautiously.

"I'm fine, I just miss my sister."

Daphne wiped away her tears and made an excuse for herself, "You guys go first, I want to be alone for a while."

Birds and his two other roommates looked at each other and walked out of the classroom.

Even though Daphne was cute and easy to talk to in front of Tom, she was still the eldest daughter of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, and she was also the Greengrass who had never declined.

Aside from Birds, the other two roommates were ordinary purebloods.

In a place like Slytherin where there is a clear hierarchy, they naturally didn't dare to provoke Daphne.

After a period of sadness, Daphne adjusted her mood and began to worry about how to give the money to Tom.

It would definitely not be a good idea to give it directly to Tom, as that would sound like charity.

It's not a good idea to say that it's borrowed. Not to mention whether Tom would borrow so much, he might not be willing to spend the money he borrowed, and he would be under psychological pressure to repay it all the time.

"What should I do?" The girl was in trouble.

...

In order to get credits, Tom worked hard to show his talents in every class.

Of course, it is appropriate exposure.

It should exceed the teacher's teaching progress, but not too much.

Obtaining credits is a long-term project. The professor must be made aware that he is a combination of talent and hard work, so that he can complete the teaching content perfectly and get extra points.

Otherwise, showing all your strength at once will certainly bring a huge shock, but it will be difficult to make the professor happy and shocked afterwards because they are already used to it.

The only way to develop is to exhaust all resources sustainably.

But even so, Tom's fame gradually spread among the first years and professors - everyone knew that Slytherin had a talented and hardworking student, who was completely different from the group of freshmen who only knew how to play around.

Of course, professors like students like Tom. Even though Tom's name is a bit subtle, fortunately, the professors at Hogwarts are all relatively ethical (except Snape and Quirrell) and do not treat him differently because of this.

So Tom's goal of getting extra points went smoothly. He could get some points every day, plus the bonus from the professor during his lectures, which allowed his credits to increase steadily.

However, I still cannot use the extraordinary mode recklessly. These days I just use my own practice to improve my learning efficiency every day.

As the professors praised Tom more and more, more students began to dislike him.

Not only was Gryffindor somewhat hostile to Tom due to their competitive relationship, but Slytherin was even more disgusted that a Muggle-born student was so prominent and overshadowed the pure-bloods.

Of course, Tom also felt those hostile gazes, but he was waiting, waiting for an opportunity to take action and establish his authority, to make an example of someone.

If a group of little brats are disobedient, just give them a beating. If one beating is not enough, then give them two or three beatings.

As long as he hits hard enough, he doesn't believe that these little pure-bloods who have never experienced hardships or life-and-death crises will not surrender.

However, the opportunity Tom had been waiting for had not yet come, as a piece of news caused all the first-year students to get excited - starting this Thursday, the freshmen would have flying lessons.

Whether Muggle or wizard, as long as they are human, they are full of yearning for the sky, and Tom is no exception.

But the way of flying he wanted was not to fly in the sky on a broomstick. At least it should be a form like Voldemort, flying by relying on the power of his own magic.

The young wizards were full of anticipation. Some children from wizarding families finally got the chance to show off. No matter what topic they were talking about, they could always be pulled to talk about flying.

Malfoy is a typical example. He complained loudly about the unreasonable school rules and why first-year students were not allowed to join the Quidditch game, successfully earning the death stare from the current players, but he didn't care and continued to brag about his various flying experiences, each of which ended with him narrowly avoiding a Muggle helicopter.

Nott was not to be outdone. He talked about various flying movements with great knowledge and claimed that he had competed in speed with an eagle and in skills with a sparrow.

Zabini casually analyzed the pros and cons of various brooms. If anyone objected, he would say that these conclusions were made by his seventh stepfather, a very famous Quidditch player.

Every student from a wizarding family chattered about flying and Quidditch, and finally, with their eager anticipation, Thursday afternoon arrived.

At half past three, the Slytherin and Gryffindor freshmen hurried down the steps and came to the lawn beside the Black Lake. Dozens of brooms were neatly placed on the ground.

Mrs. Huo Qi, the flying teacher, arrived and took one look at the students before speaking decisively, "What are you still standing there for? Everyone pick up a broom. Hurry, hurry up."

Tom was quick to pick up three brooms that looked relatively intact and gave them to Hermione and Daphne.

Some of the other brooms had even lost their branches and were basically just firewood sticks.

"Put your right hand on the broom handle," Madam Hooch shouted. "Then say: 'Get up!'"

"stand up!"

everyone shouted.

Harry's broom immediately leaped into his hands, but he was in the minority, Hermione's broom rolled and Daphne's jumped.

As for Tom...he didn't move at all.

Neville received the same treatment as him.

Tom raised his eyebrows and said in a stronger voice this time, "Get up!"