Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

The small bag was cast with a traceless extension spell and was filled with gold Galleons. A rough count showed that there were at least thousands of them.

Is he so valuable now?

If he were older

"Tuition," Daphne interrupted Tom's fantasy and said matter-of-factly, "You're helping me with my studies, so isn't it only natural that I pay for it?"

The idea had only come to her last night when Tom was duelling with the prefects.

Tom is very powerful and knows many spells. She is a good student who loves to study. You have knowledge and I have money. It is a match made in heaven.

She was so happy to come up with such a good idea that she didn't fall asleep until very late.

"What tuition do you want from me?"

Tom put the bag in Daphne's hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "It's not a difficult thing. We're just studying together. We really won't need this money."

From the time he entered school until now, Daphne actually didn't help him at all. He had to handle all his troubles on his own.

But not everything has to be measured by results.

From beginning to end, Daphne did not alienate him because of his background or the atmosphere of the college, and she also supported him clearly.

This attitude is the most valuable.

That's why Tom wouldn't take her money. If it were someone else, he would have considered whether to help her even if they offered him money.

Seeing that she couldn't give away the pocket money she had begged for, Daphne was anxious: "How can you not give it up?"

"What I want to learn is not the simple things in the textbook. It is the magic that you are best at. This precious knowledge is priceless. How can you not charge me?"

Tom couldn't help laughing.

Daphne 207's speech really sounded like a Ravenclaw's.

After a lot of persuasion, he finally took the money.

Tom could see that Daphne was just looking for a reason to give him the money, and any further refusals would only hurt their relationship.

Damn it, he still couldn’t escape the fate of being a gigolo.

But Tom is indeed short of money now.

Some of the ingredients for the potion Andros mentioned could be obtained from Snape, but the rest would also cost money to purchase, and because of the quantity, it would also be a considerable expense.

He was just thinking about how to get some money to spend when Daphne came.

This money would be considered as a loan from him, and he would pay it back a thousand times to Daphne and Greengrass as a token of his gratitude.

Daphne was also smiling, feeling that she could help Tom and was very happy.

"Come on, I'll take you somewhere."

After receiving the money, he had to do the job. Tom didn't wait until the afternoon. He took Daphne's hand and walked upstairs.

Daphne followed Tom all the way to the eighth floor in a daze, and then followed Tom into the Room of Requirement.

"This is..." Daphne's eyes widened as she looked at the secret room that suddenly appeared.

"I call it the Room of Requirement. Walk back and forth in front of the door three times, and the room will become whatever you want. But don't make your wishes too outrageous, or it will be beyond the room's capabilities."

"Magic isn't allowed in the castle, and there are other students on the lawn, so I'm using this as a training room."

Daphne suddenly realized: "I was wondering why I couldn't find you sometimes, it turns out you were hiding here."

Just go find Granger.

Thinking of this, Daphne's smile became even brighter.

Tom felt a little puzzled and didn't know what the rich woman was laughing at. He waved his wand and two dummies flew over.

Tom gestured for Daphne to take out her wand, then continued, "I won't be teaching you any new spells today. Your task today is to use any offensive spell you know on the dummy one hundred times, and then your training will be complete."

"Is it that simple?" Daphne blinked, feeling that Tom's expectations of herself were too low.

Tom smiled and said, "Let's talk about it first, if you can do it."

"Humph."

Feeling looked down upon, Daphne remained silent and planned to prove Tom wrong with practical actions.

"Collapse!"

Daphne had already mastered the most basic attack spell, the stun spell, before going to school. The spell hit the dummy, and the impact force knocked it down, but it immediately bounced up like a tumbler.

"Collapse!"

"Dazed!"

Daphne cast the spell continuously, which worked fine at first, but after more than ten times, the spell suddenly failed.

The girl's face turned pale. She felt as if she had not slept enough and had just woken up. Her head was dizzy.

"...What's going on? I'm so sleepy..."

"This is a sign of a severe consumption of magic power." Tom turned a mannequin into a single sofa, helped Daphne sit on it, and took out the chocolates he had prepared long ago.

"Eat something. The consumption of magic power has an all-round impact on the body. You need to replenish your energy."

Daphne really felt her stomach was empty, even though she hadn't finished breakfast long ago.

After saying thank you, he ate the whole piece of chocolate in small bites like a little hamster and immediately felt much better.

But it was far from the energetic performance just now.

Tom looked at her with a half-smile: "You've rested enough, you can continue. I'm counting for you. I just successfully cast twelve spells."

The girl's face wrinkled immediately, and she asked pitifully, "I was too loud just now. Can you speak a little less? How about fifty?"

"You're still bargaining like that?" Tom was so angry that he laughed. He tapped her between the eyebrows and said, "No, at least eighty is required. This is my guess at your current limit. Draining your mana will greatly benefit your development, but fifty won't have the same effect."

In fact, Tom doesn't have such a sharp vision now. The one hundred spells he mentioned at the beginning were just an estimate based on his own level.

He had just connected the study space and asked Andros to observe Daphne's situation, and finally decided on 80.

As for himself...

Now it can no longer be measured simply by the number of spells, but should be calculated based on the time of full-strength output.

Just from this point, Tom could understand the horror of Andros. His magic power was so huge that it was no wonder he could summon a ten-meter patronus. Andros's total magic power might be even stronger than Dumbledore's.

"development?"

Daphne lowered her head.

The road is so flat that you can see not only your toes but even your ankles clearly if you look down.

"Come on!" The girl immediately stood up with strength from nowhere and cast a spell with great momentum.

However, this time the duration was shorter, and the success rate of releasing the spell gradually decreased.

While she was resting, Tom also started his own training.

For the first time, Daphne realized how terrifying Tom's strength was.

It was like a spell Gatling gun, firing continuously, and it was not just a magic beam for show. The power of each spell was stronger than when she released it with all her strength.

If Tom had shown this kind of strength in yesterday's battle with the prefects, let alone a round-robin battle, even if several people attacked him together, they would not be his match.

Daphne suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

The gap between her and Tom is getting bigger and bigger. Even if she can't compare with Tom in talent, it's not a reason for her to give up on herself.

If we don't work harder, we will have nothing in common in the future and how can we be friends?

So when Tom was resting, Daphne did not slack off, but tried her best to squeeze out her magic power.

The two took turns training from ten in the morning to two in the afternoon before Daphne completed the task of eighty spells.

The consequence is that my legs feel weak when I walk, and I just want to go back and have a good sleep.

Tom had no choice but to help her all the way back from the eighth floor to the lounge, then handed her over to a senior girl and took Daphne back to the dormitory.

The girl looked at Tom with a very strange look.

If both of them were not old enough, she would have started to imagine some restricted scenes in her mind.

What kind of gameplay can stimulate exhaustion...

Tom watched the two of them walk into the girls' dormitory stairs, but he himself left the lounge again.

He was going to the Owlery to borrow one of the school's public owls, buy some potion ingredients from Diagon Alley, and prepare some potions for Daphne to restore her energy and relieve fatigue.

Although repeatedly squeezing out magic power may be uncomfortable now, this training method has unique advantages. It can develop potential and increase the upper limit of magic power.

This upper limit will basically not exceed the level corresponding to the talent, but it can reach the peak state faster than others.

The continuous and boring repetitive casting process is laying the foundation.

Many times, using magic relies on a feeling and the body's instinct, which allows the body to develop muscle memory, which is also very helpful for learning other magic in the future.

These techniques are Andros's experience and are also the methods used by Tom, and Andros is more strict with him.

Diligence can make up for lack of talent. Talented people should be more diligent so that they can have the opportunity to fully display their talents. Otherwise, it will be in vain.

And ordinary people...ordinary people who work hard are trying to surpass other ordinary people, which creates an atmosphere of competition.

Andros has lamented more than once that compared to the ancients' desire for strength, modern wizards live too comfortably.

Although we have such good learning conditions and systematic magic, the core strength is not as good as before.

In his eyes, Tom is still a novice wizard, but he can easily defeat today's adult wizards, which would never be so easy in his era.

Even if you can't win, you have to fight with your life and tear a piece of flesh from the enemy.

.....

The holidays always passed by very quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was Sunday night, and the invisible prefects of each grade in Slytherin had been selected.

Now a very embarrassing problem arises.