Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

"Magic shaping..." Snape almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few monomers from his mouth.

This is a more advanced transformation technique than matter conversion, and even the final graduated NEWTs will not be involved.

How did Tom learn it?

How could he learn it?

Just when Snape was doubting his life, the door panel that Flint used for defense had been burned through, and three fire snakes were spitting at him. Flint smiled bitterly and lowered his wand to indicate that he gave up.

Next came the sixth grade female prefect. She performed even worse than Flint, constantly casting Shield Charms on herself, but she was not as fast as Tom and was soon defeated.

The little snakes were dumbfounded. Tom had fought four consecutive games and defeated all the prefects of grades five and six.

Even so, he remained calm, neither blinking nor breathing, as if nothing had happened.

It’s not Gomen, don’t your eyes feel sore?

I don’t know if Tom’s eyes were sore, but stars were already appearing in Daphne’s eyes. If there weren’t so many people around, she would have cheered and celebrated for Tom.

There are many girls like her, and some senior students have already started thinking about eating young grass.

Such a cute young grass will definitely grow into a handsome guy after two years of growth. It’s a win-win situation no matter how you look at it.

"I surrender."

Everyone was stunned and looked at the person who spoke - Yukhil Carlo, the seventh-grade female class leader.

Facing the students' gazes, she simply smiled faintly and flirted with Tom. "I'm no match for Riddle, so I won't go up and humiliate myself. Burke is much stronger than me, so I'll just save your magic power and deal with him properly."

Burke took a deep breath and walked out of the crowd. He bowed slightly to Snape first, then came to face Tom with a serious look.

Chapter 51: Vicious Black Magic, Violent Crushing

The Bock family is one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families and one of the oldest.

The most representative member of the family today is probably Caractacus Burke, the owner of Borgin and Burke's in Knockturn Alley.

But people have gotten used to calling him by the name of the store, or Old Bock.

Old Burke is extremely powerful. Even when Lucius Malfoy is in trouble, he will sell tricky dark magic items to Burke's Shop, which shows that he believes Old Burke can withstand the investigation of the Ministry of Magic.

Moreover, the Burke family is very mysterious, and very few of them work in the Ministry of Magic. Since a long time ago, their family has had an unusual enthusiasm for various dark magic items.

Tom felt that this Class Leader Bock was no simple person either, and was probably the most hidden person in the entire academy.

This is not because he realized how powerful Burke's magic was. Magic is an ethereal existence that cannot be accurately quantified. Even Dumbledore cannot do such a thing.

Tom just observed Bock's expression. No matter what means he used to defeat his opponent, Siswell Bock would at most frown and look solemn.

There was no timidity or fear in his solemnity, which meant that with the strength Tom displayed, he was confident that he could handle it, but it would be more difficult.

This made Tom curious.

We are both class leaders, but you are so outstanding?

So it would be better for Carlo to just admit defeat and skip a boring battle.

"Prefect Burke, please advise me."

Tom's manners were impeccable, but that was all the more galling, or so Burke thought.

He always felt that Tom was looking at him as if he were a mouse.

Snape announced the duel and Burke sprang into action.

"It's surrounded by clouds and mist."

Thick fog appeared in the lounge. Because it was indoors, the effect of the fog was more obvious, and in the blink of an eye, it was pitch dark.

In order to avoid being accidentally injured, the young wizards quickly retreated down the stairs.

Only Snape put an armor spell on himself and still insisted on staying at his post.

Tom planned to use the same trick again and was ready to use the wind spell to blow away the fog, but unexpectedly, the effect was not very good, because there were too few places for the fog to flow, so it was only a little thinner and still affected the vision.

"clever."

The boy exclaimed in admiration. It seemed that Bock had already taken the terrain into consideration, which was rare in the wizarding world where magic was used to fight each other with spells.

call out--! call out--!

Two sounds of breaking through the air were heard. Tom raised his wand and steadily deflected the spell, while at the same time sending several spells back in the direction from which the spell came.

"It seems I need to learn some perception magic. I can't just rely on my eyes."

Tom also noticed his weakness, he had no useful spell to deal with the means of blocking his vision.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

If blowing doesn’t work, what about sucking?

The tip of the wand squirmed into a trumpet shape, and a powerful suction force burst out.

Suddenly, the fog that filled the space rushed here frantically, and the visibility became visibly better.

Snape saw this scene and nodded repeatedly.

Putting Tom aside, the handling of the matter was truly remarkable.

This is not some sophisticated spell, but a variation of the most basic cleaning spell, using the method of cleaning dust and oil to deal with the thick fog.

Such a clever method made Snape excited and he felt the urge to take him in as a disciple.

But it was quickly suppressed.

Based on what Tom did today, Snape had no doubt that he was the reincarnation of Voldemort, and that was all thanks to Dumbledore's guarantee.

Ambitious and talented, he is a dangerous person no matter how you look at him.

This matter must be told to Dumbledore so that he can decide how to treat Tom.

Bock was also shocked to see that his method was broken in this way. He shot two spells to stop it, but Tom was very agile and dodged the attack directly with his body skills.

In desperation, Boke could only reveal his trump card and shouted, "Soul-devouring poisonous fog!"

The thin mist on the field suddenly turned dark green, and the walls and floor made a crackling sound, accompanied by a pungent smell.

This is not poisonous fog, it's simply sulfuric acid.

Tom's expression straightened, and he immediately realized that this was a dark magic, and his wand could no longer attract it.

The trouble with dark magic isn't just its vicious effects and immense power, but the more troublesome thing about it is that many dark magic spells can cause irreversible damage—without even a counter-spell.

Tom glanced at Snape and saw that he was indifferent, so he knew that the magic had not reached that level yet, at most it was a little more powerful.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

The violent fireball hit the gathered poisonous fog, which exploded with a loud bang. Half of the poisonous fog was evaporated, and the remaining half was retained.

hiss--!

Two poisonous snakes suddenly appeared on both sides of Tom, opened their bloody mouths and bit towards his legs, but when they were about to touch him, they were blocked by an invisible barrier.

"When was the Armor Spell cast?" Bock's face changed, and he immediately thought of the time when the fog had just obscured everything.

After throwing out two wind blades to deal with the poisonous snake, Tom held his breath and continuously released blasting spells, which not only cleared away the remaining poisonous fog, but also forced Bock to barely resist.

The last armor spell shattered, and Bock couldn't catch his breath, and the spell failed.

The fireball brushed past his arm and hit the wall, creating a big hole.

"enough!"

Snape stopped Tom who was about to continue attacking, "You won this duel, Burke, do you have any objection?"

"No, no." Bock covered his arm and shook his head frantically. "I give up."

The high temperature of the fireball burned his skin, and he couldn't even hold his wand steadily. How could he continue fighting?

Burke cursed the monster in his heart. He had mastered the explosive spell a long time ago, but the power he used was only enough to light a candle compared to Riddle's.

Snape looked at Tom deeply, then quickly stepped forward and used a healing spell to stop Burke's bleeding. "Come with me to my office and get some difficile to treat the burn. Don't go to the infirmary. Understand?"

"I understand, Professor."

Burke knew that Snape wanted to control the situation and prevent what happened today from being spread.

Of course, he himself didn't want to tell anyone else that he lost to Tom. It was enough for Slytherin to know about it.

He must not let other houses know, especially those stupid lions in Gryffindor, otherwise they would definitely laugh at him to death.

Before leaving, Snape put the still unconscious Malfoy down, and finally turned back to look at Tom: "Riddle, don't go too far. Lucius is not someone you can easily mess with."

After saying that, he took Boke away.

"Don't worry, Professor." Tom waved at him, "I won't do anything to Malfoy."

And the moment the door closed, he waved his wand and hung Malfoy and his two followers up again.

Seeing this scene, all the students present shuddered.

He's too vindictive. Never mess with Riddle again!

Chapter 52: The Uncrowned King, a Huge Harvest of Achievement Points!

The common room was completely silent, as everyone, including the prefects, crowded on the stairs leading to the dormitories.

Tom looked at them in confusion. "What are you doing standing there? Do you expect me to put everything back in place by myself?"

Everyone woke up from their dream and ran over to start decorating the room.

"Tom, you're amazing!"

Daphne practically threw herself into his arms and gave him a hard hug.

The little witch was so sweet and soft that Tom couldn't help but take a deep breath.