Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

"It's all healed."

Neville raised his hand and shook it happily, "Madam Pomfrey cured me in no time, she's amazing."

"That's great." Ron estimated the time and said impatiently, "The password is Pig Nose, but the Fat Lady is out visiting friends. You just need to wait here for her to come back. We have more important things to do."

"Don't leave me." Seeing the three people about to leave, Neville hurriedly followed them, unwilling to stay at the door alone.

In desperation, the original two-person duel team became four people. Harry could only comfort himself that there is strength in numbers. If Malfoy only came with two people, he would definitely teach him a lesson.

The four of them walked carefully along the way, not turning a single corner, for they were afraid of running into love or running into Filch and his cat.

Fortunately, there were no dangers along the way and they arrived at the prize display room on the fourth floor smoothly.

But unfortunately, Malfoy didn't show up, but Filch and his cat showed up, and their purpose was very clear: to go to the trophy display room.

"You've been fooled by Malfoy!" Hermione said angrily, and immediately called Harry and others to escape through the door away from Filch's voice.

Harry and Ron followed closely behind with dark faces.

At this moment, Harry felt like he was about to explode with anger. He was actually deceived by Malfoy. He was so scared just now, wondering if Malfoy would laugh to death if he couldn't use the spell in the duel.

It turned out that his worries were completely unnecessary.

Clang——!

There was a noise loud enough to wake the entire castle, and Ron knocked over a suit of armor, immediately attracting Filch's attention.

"Over there! Loris, let's chase her!"

"Run!" Harry shouted. The four of them didn't even dare to look back. They ran desperately through one corridor after another.

However, misfortunes never come singly. Just when they were happy about getting rid of Filch, Peeves showed up again to disrupt the situation, shouting loudly and exposing their position.

The four of them could only run for their lives again.

Hermione was exhausted and her legs went weak, causing her left foot to trip over her right foot.

Seeing that she was about to fall heavily to the ground, Hermione had already closed her eyes and clenched her teeth to prepare for the coming pain, but her body suddenly softened and was caught by someone.

Hermione opened her eyes wide and looked at the person who caught her, her pupils full of astonishment.

"Tom, why are you here?!"

Chapter 39: Magical Turret, the Young Are Formidable (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Facing Hermione's doubts, Tom said confidently: "Of course I'm here for a night stroll, just like you guys."

Hermione really wanted to complain about why Tom could speak so openly about a serious violation of school rules, but she did not forget that there were pursuers behind her.

He took Tom's hand and ran forward, "Filch is behind us, let's hide quickly."

So Tom watched helplessly as four people with poor directionality led him into a dead end.

There was a door at the end of the corridor, and it was still locked.

"It's over." Ron, who hadn't noticed the extra person at all, whimpered and his legs went weak. He could already hear footsteps. It was Filch and his cat.

"Step aside!"

Hermione roughly pushed Ron aside and pointed her wand at the door.

"Alaho Open!"

With a click, the door opened and the five people hid inside, listening to the quarrel between Filch and Peeves, and finally the footsteps became farther and farther away.

"We're saved?" Harry whispered.

"Gudong——!"

Neville swallowed hard, pulled Harry's sleeve, and said in a slightly tearful tone: "No, we are hopeless."

Several people turned around in confusion, not knowing why Neville said that, and then they found out - it turned out that behind this door was not a classroom, but a corridor.

At the end of the corridor, there is a huge dog with three heads, whose body fills all the space between the floor and the ceiling.

What made them even more desperate was that there were three heads and six eyes staring at them without blinking, with ferocious eyes and disgusting saliva flowing from their mouths.

They were very familiar with that look, exactly the same as the way they looked at midnight snacks.

Roar--!

Angry roars came from the three dog heads at the same time. Hermione turned around and was about to open the door. She would rather be caught by Filch than become the monster's meal. However, in order to prevent Filch from opening the door and coming in to check, she pressed the lock button just now. As a result, the old door lock malfunctioned and the button would not pop out.

"Tom, no, come back!"

What scared Hermione was that the big dog had already pounced on her, but instead of retreating, Tom took the initiative to meet it.

"Collapse!"

White light shot out and accurately hit the head in the middle of the three-headed dog.

The head let out a cry of pain, but only a white mark was left. Instead of stopping it, it angered it.

"I knew I couldn't be so gentle."

Tom muttered, his wrist shaking rapidly.

"Concussive impact!"

"Hurricane Blade!"

"Wind and residual clouds!"

Harry and the others stared at Tom in stunned silence. He was like a magic turret, continuously releasing spells they had heard of and had not heard of. The light of the spells flew around the room. The three-headed dog was so big that no matter how they shot, they could hit it accurately. There was no need to consider the accuracy issue at all. It was enough to just use the magic power.

The damage caused by a single spell may be limited, but when these spells are stacked together, even a creature with thick skin and flesh like it cannot withstand it and will retreat wailing.

Finally, they sat at the end of the corridor, with their three big heads buried, sobbing constantly.

It actually sounds a bit pitiful.

Tom also stopped his attack at the right time and turned back to look at Hermione, "Isn't the door fixed yet?"

"Huh? Oh."

The little witch came to her senses and remembered their situation, and hurriedly continued to tinker with the broken door lock.

Ten seconds later, with a click, the door opened again.

Ron almost squeezed out through the crack in the door, and then Harry and Neville followed him out of the room. After Hermione left, Wayne looked back at the three-headed dog that was secretly observing him and raised his wand again.

This time it was not an attack, but several consecutive healing spells fell on the three-headed dog.

"Woo~!"

The three-headed dog whimpered again, and it was unclear whether it was out of gratitude or fear.

Tom didn't care and was the last one to go out and close the door.

After surviving the ordeal, everyone was still in shock. At this moment, Ron remembered a key question and looked at Tom: "When did you show up?"

Hermione said quickly, "I almost fell just now, and it was Tom who caught me. Filch may come over at any time. Now is not the time to talk. If you have any questions, ask them tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow then." Tom said to Hermione, then nodded to Harry and the others and left first.

Now that everyone involved had left, Ron had no choice but to keep his doubts to himself.

The four of them quickly returned to the Gryffindor tower. The Fat Lady also came back from visiting. Ignoring the Fat Lady's questioning, Harry gave the password, and they went in and returned to their respective dormitories.

After lying in bed, Harry couldn't fall asleep for a long time, thinking about everything that happened tonight.

Malfoy's shamelessness, insidiousness and cunning, Filch's relentless pressure, and the terrifying pressure of the three-headed dog.

The last image in his mind froze on Tom standing alone in front of them, calmly fighting off the three-headed dog.

A deep sense of depression suddenly welled up in my heart.

Others called him the savior who defeated the mysterious man, but Harry felt that he was nothing compared to Tom.

He didn't even know what those powerful spells were, but the other party was already able to use them skillfully.

They are all freshmen, why is there such a big gap between them?

Far away in the Slytherin dormitory in the basement, Tom was also reviewing his performance today and was not very satisfied with himself.

The three-headed dog is famous for its thick skin and strong body, and has high physical resistance and magical resistance.

Not to mention students, even many adult wizards' spells are like tickling to him.

But Tom felt that since he had the bonus of the 'Absolute Justice' talent, coupled with a short burst of magic power, he should be able to do better.

The reason why the effect is not satisfactory is mainly because it makes people feel disgusted.

It was unknown how long it had been since the big dog had taken a bath. The enclosed corridor was filled with the body odor of the three-headed dog, which seriously distracted his attention.

It seems that I will need to hone my spellcasting abilities in harsh environments in the future.

Tom added another training plan, then adjusted his breathing and slowly fell asleep.

Shortly after they left the corridor, Dumbledore appeared here wearing pajamas and a playful conical nightcap.

He checked the three-headed dog's injuries, then went to talk to the nearby portrait, and sighed:

"The young are truly formidable..."

Chapter 40: The Most Hated Course, Tom the Mastermind

History of Magic is Tom's most hated subject, bar none.

Not only do other courses have extra college points, but Tom can also get credits for the knowledge imparted by the professors. Even Quirrell, who slacks off in class every day and doesn't teach any useful knowledge, gets extra points several times by having Wayne stop him after class in order to disguise his cowardly personality.

Only Professor Binns's course, that ghostly old man's, not only was the material he taught rote and meaningless, but the system also determined that it was of no help to him, so he couldn't get any credits. The old man even never gave students the opportunity to answer questions, so there was no possibility of extra credits.

So taking this class is a pure waste of time.