Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

"I just thought these purebloods were too annoying, so I came up with this idea."

"Your plan is to take advantage of me?" Snape sneered, "Invisible Headmaster... You're so arrogant! You're only in your first year, and you want to be on equal footing with me? When you're older, shouldn't you be the headmaster?"

puff!

Many students laughed out loud and looked at Tom jokingly, wanting to see how he would respond.

Tom didn't seem to be offended by the ridicule at all. He just waved his hand calmly, "Not really, not really. I just want to study hard and avoid unnecessary trouble. Being the invisible dean is enough for me."

"If that doesn't work, I can just change the name, like... the Uncrowned King of Slytherin?"

The old bat looked as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly.

You might as well not change it.

This sounds more awesome than me.

"Don't be so sweet-talking. I'm not here to argue with you." Snape waved his sleeves. "Although the invisible headmaster is nonsense, the invisible prefect you mentioned is quite interesting."

"As long as you can win Avery, you will be the invisible prefect of the first grade."

"The other grades can also duel freely and choose the strongest person in their grade to become the invisible prefect."

Snape hated Voldemort because of love, but he was still a Slytherin at heart and admired the strong, otherwise he would not have chosen to be a Death Eater.

So he did not object to Tom's proposal and even extended it to all grades.

By the way...this is a good opportunity to find out more about Tom Riddle.

He always felt that this kid was mysterious and he didn't feel afraid of him at all.

People like this are either ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, or... they have something to rely on.

Tom Riddle was intelligent, not some arrogant, ignorant idiot like Potter, so it was obviously the latter.

After hearing Snape's arrangements, except for a few current class leaders who were dissatisfied, students from other grades began to get restless. It was simply a gathering of ambitious people.

Without waiting for Tom to answer, Snape took out his wand and waved it repeatedly. Suddenly, all the tables, chairs and sofas in the room floated up and then piled up against the wall, leaving enough space for Tom and Avery to fight.

"I am the referee of this match. The use of Unforgivable Curses and uncontrollable dark magic is not allowed. Ordinary dark magic and hexes can be used. I am confident that I can cure you."

Snape smiled at Tom again. He wanted to see Tom being humiliated, so he deliberately relaxed his requirements.

"I'm OK."

"That's okay with me too."

Both parties nodded, took two steps back, raised their wands, and bowed.

After the formalities were completed, Snape shouted, "The duel begins!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Avery began to move quickly, muttering to himself.

"Armor protection!"

"Except your weapons!"

The transparent protective shield first wrapped him up, and then a red light suddenly shot out and shot towards Tom at a rapid speed.

From this series of actions, it can be seen that Avery, the sixth-grade class leader, is no ordinary person. He definitely has certain dueling experience and is very skilled in casting spells.

In fact, this is also the advantage of pure-bloods over Muggle-born wizards and half-bloods.

They have combat experience and teaching heritage passed down from generation to generation by their parents and ancestors. As long as they are willing to learn, they can be far ahead of others.

This is the gap caused by the knowledge barrier.

Tom raised his wand lightly, deflecting the incoming disarming spell, and then turned the tip of his wand downward.

The flat and hard ground immediately became soft and undulating, and Avery, who was about to launch a second round of attack, stumbled and almost fell. He quickly cast a solidification spell to try to stabilize the ground.

But Tom's attack has arrived.

An ordinary barrier spell hit the armor spell, but the effect was unexpectedly good, breaking the protective shield in one blow.

"A salvo of ten thousand bullets!"

Avery distanced himself, and more than a dozen red-hot charcoals flew out of the fireplace and hit Tom.

When you are unable to stand firmly, the hit rate of directional spells will be reduced, and using area spells will indeed be more effective.

"The wind is dancing wildly!"

A gust of wind suddenly arose, and the turbulent airflow blew the charcoal back to Avery. He was frightened and dodged in a hurry, but was still hit by two pieces of charcoal.

The hot charcoal burned him and made him grimace, and Tom suddenly felt bored.

Is this the level of a sixth-grade prefect?

It seemed to be going well, but as soon as it fell into a disadvantage, it became panicked and didn't know how to deal with the enemy's attack.

Just two simple spells forced him into a desperate situation.

"Expelliarmus."

Avery was struck by a quick, accurate, and powerful Disarming Curse, and the wand in his hand spun backwards and landed in Tom's hand.

Without his wand, a wizard is no different from a lamb to be slaughtered.

"The battle is over."

Snape's face was cold and emotionless as he glanced at Avery, who was clutching his wound, and he announced, "Tom Riddle wins. From now on, he will be the invisible prefect of Slytherin's first year."

Chapter 50: Pushing the boundaries and winning battles

Snape was unhappy now.

Avery's performance was so bad that even he, the dean, felt ashamed. A sixth-grade student was played around like a monkey by the freshmen. He lost easily and felt extremely frustrated.

He didn't make full use of his pretty good skills at all.

This wave is a crush of IQ and skills.

However, the tip of the iceberg revealed by Tom still shocked Snape.

The power of spells alone is not enough to judge a wizard's strength; spellcasting proficiency, tactical arrangements, and the combination of various spells are equally important.

Tom just completely mastered the rhythm of the battle, using the softened floor to affect Avery's movement, limiting his movement space while affecting his opponent's spellcasting accuracy. He then used a beautiful gust of wind spell to directly rebound Avery's magic.

If these tactics were used by an adult wizard, they would be considered brilliant.

But Tom is a new student who has been enrolled for less than a month.

This is no longer beautiful, it's simply weird!

What Snape couldn't understand the most was Tom's first move, which was to easily deflect Avery's disarming spell.

To the students, this seemed like just blocking an attack, no different from the Iron Armor Curse.

While the layman watches the excitement, the expert watches the details. Tom's move was a clever control of magic power and a thorough understanding of the Disarming Spell. The combination of the two made it so effortless. Not only did it consume less energy, it also reduced the burden of the Armor Spell and allowed him to deal with unexpected sneak attacks.

"professor."

Tom spoke up, interrupting his thoughts.

Snape glanced over subconsciously.

Tom smiled slightly, maintaining a polite demeanor. "Although you said that as long as I successfully defeat Avery, I can become an invisible prefect, logically speaking, today's matter should end here."

"But... I've already thrown my gloves away. After all, I'm not someone like Malfoy...who has a flexible bottom line."

Even in such a serious moment, many people smiled.

"Reputation is very important to me, so, can you let me finish the rest of the duel?"

Pushing the envelope.

This word popped up in the minds of all the little snakes.

Riddle had already won and achieved his goal, but he still didn't give up and wanted to continue challenging other prefects.

Was he going to stamp all the prefects' and Professor Snape's faces into the dirt?

Only seventh-year student Burke and Snape understood Tom's purpose.

"very good..."

Snape took a deep breath and said, "Since you want to test the senior's strength, then continue. However, you don't have any time to rest. Phyllis, you go first."

The fifth-grade female head teacher stood up in response, with an angry look on her face, obviously angered by Tom's rudeness.

But Tom was a staunch egalitarian who pursued equality between men and women. He would not give any preferential treatment to the other party just because she was a woman. After Snape announced the start, he started to take action directly, and he cast two silent spells.

Imogen Phyllis never expected that Tom had mastered the silent spell. Before she finished reciting the Armor Curse, the spell had already hit her.

He dropped his wand and fell asleep.

"Next." Tom said calmly, as if he had done something insignificant that made the remaining prefects furious.

"I come!"

Enric Flint, the fifth-year boy prefect, jumped out without waiting for Snape to call his name. He also had a brother, Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch captain.

However, Marcus Flint was not here today. He was put in detention by Professor McGonagall for copying homework despite repeated warnings, and missed a great show.

Flint learned from the lessons of the previous two people. After the duel began, he immediately conjured up a huge door panel, and then used the surrounding objects to transform into animals, which could not only harass Tom, but also be used as a meat shield to resist the spell.

Seeing this scene, the frost on Snape's face finally melted a little.

He has some brains and knows how to play to his strengths.

Flint has a good talent for Transfiguration and even joins Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club.

Every professor has his or her own unique club, which has become a tradition at Hogwarts. Professors will invite students they admire to join at fixed times. This not only provides excellent students with opportunities to communicate, but also teaches them some advanced knowledge that will not be taught in class.

Flint's animal transformations alone would put many sixth and seventh graders to shame.

Because the battle did not end quickly for the first time, Tom also perked up and became increasingly excited.

"The flames are blazing!"

A blazing flame burst out from the fireplace, and the temperature in the room suddenly rose. Tom waved his wand gracefully, controlling the flames to escape from the fireplace and shape into three flaming pythons.

Relying on its elemental body and size advantage, the fire python rampaged across the duel arena, burning Flint's transformed animals into their original form, and then into charcoal.