Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

I don't know whether Dumbledore will reimburse the loss.

He shed blood for the school and he spent money for the school!

.......

After being paralyzed for half an hour, Snape finally recovered from the heavy loss and began to brew an antidote for himself.

Tom was also making medicine.

Deep in the forbidden forest, close to the territory of the Moon Crazy Beast.

Tom set up a crucible and concentrated on processing the materials under the light of an oil lamp. He was careful with every step and strived for perfection. He also opened the four-dimensional space and let Andros watch the whole process.

These materials are not easy to get, and he will be sad for a long time if he wastes one.

Originally, Tom wanted to practice with other potions and improve his skills before trying again, but Andros couldn't wait. Only when Tom's body became stronger could it carry more magic power, and he could teach more powerful spells.

Unable to bear the annoyance, Tom had no choice but to carry the pot to the forbidden forest at night to boil medicine.

As for why we didn't go to the Room of Requirement, it was because the tonic had special requirements and had to absorb the energy of moonlight and sunlight.

Many advanced potions have such strange requirements. For example, for Animagus transformation, the shapeshifter must first hold a Mandrake leaf in his mouth for half a month, and then wait until a thunderstorm before attempting the first transformation. If he is unlucky, it is possible to wait for a month or so.

After two hours, Tom finally finished processing the materials. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood up to stretch his body.

New problems arise.

The strengthening potion needs to be boiled for three days and three nights. If it is left here, it will not be safe even with the protection of trap magic. It is better to keep an eye on it before applying it.

Andros was also in trouble. He had forgotten that Tom had to go to school tomorrow.

Tom thought for a long time, and finally came up with a solution. He called out softly:

“Kaka.”

Snapped--!

There was an explosion, and a house-elf appeared in front of Tom, bowing deeply.

"Master Riddle."

Chapter 64: Why should students be held responsible for mistakes made by the school?

Tom gave the responsibility of guarding the potion to Kaka.

To be precise, it was handed over to the house-elves.

Kaka couldn't stay here to guard the potion for 24 hours, he had his own work to do.

However, there are many house-elves in Hogwarts. When Kaka called his friends, five or six elves appeared at once and discussed and allocated their time.

For the elves at Hogwarts, the students here are actually their masters, so they will not refuse Tom's orders.

Only Dumbledore or other professors' orders would override Tom's instructions.

Tom was not worried about his secret being leaked. Dumbledore was not a god, so how could he ask such precise questions? If he did, it would mean that he had been exposed.

After getting the guarantee, Tom began to brew the potion under Andros's guidance. After completing the first stage, he left, leaving Kaka as the guard.

.....

the next day.

The impact of the giant monster has not only not disappeared, but is also spreading.

Because one of the parties involved came out to tell his story.

When Tom arrived at the Great Hall, many people were crowded together at the Gryffindor table. Ron was sitting in the middle, and he was talking eloquently about his experience last night.

This is when Tom realized that the plot had been changed, but not completely.

Hermione returned to the common room safely without encountering any danger, but Harry and Ron still had an indissoluble bond with the troll.

Ron's strengths were revealed at this time. He was basically on the verge of death last night, but today he not only returned to normal, but could also be used as a topic of conversation.

Not everyone has this kind of psychological quality.

Perhaps because he had too few experiences of being in the spotlight, Ron put a lot of artistic processing on the story, making the process sound particularly thrilling. Even the Slytherins who were two tables away could hear the exclamations of the lions and Ron's voice.

"Humph."

Monet Selwyn sneered disdainfully, "Weasley was so excited that someone who didn't know would think he had defeated the troll. But he was chased all over the place and was rescued by the professor."

"What professor? Isn't she a ghost?" Zabini listened more carefully and retorted, "It's just that the troll 220 is stupid and wants to beat the ghost. If it were someone smarter, they would be a mess."

The small snakes around laughed in unison.

They just couldn't stand Gryffindor's ostentatious nature and started to make sarcastic remarks.

Avery, the sixth-grade male prefect, shared some good news. "I just checked the score column. Gryffindor has been deducted another 20 points. It's almost the bottom."

This made the Slytherins even happier.

"It's still a little too little." Shabini said regretfully.

But Tom took a sip of lemon tea and expressed a different opinion: "I think the points deducted are...somewhat wishful."

There was silence for a moment, and everyone looked at Tom.

If someone else had said this, they would have been criticized a long time ago, but if it was Tom...

That's unacceptable, I have to explain it clearly.

Tom put down his cup, looked around, and explained, "This is clearly a management problem at the school. There are four deans, six or seven professors, and Filch, who keeps an eye on students who violate the rules every day."

"How could so many people manage to get a troll into the castle? Could it be that the troll's IQ is higher than the professor's, or... was this thing brought in by the professor in the first place?"

"Potter and Weasley were just unlucky. If you're going to deduct points for even this, what will you think when you encounter this kind of situation in the future?"

"If even the castle isn't safe, then we might as well just hide in the lounge after class and not come out. Otherwise, not only will it be dangerous, but we'll also be held accountable by the professor."

After Tom finished speaking, everyone was silent.

It seems...that is indeed the case.

Why is it that Potter and Weasley are the ones punished when there is a problem with school management?

Although everyone dislikes each other, they all have a common identity - students, so they can naturally empathize with each other.

So they stopped mocking Harry and Ron openly, and the atmosphere became silent for a while.

Just as Tom was speaking, Professor McGonagall came in from the hallway and heard his point of view clearly. Her expression was one of embarrassment or shame, but at the same time, she also admired Tom.

After hearing what Tom said, she realized that the problem was not with Potter and Weasley, but with the professors themselves.

This made Professor McGonagall feel ashamed of not being able to protect her students. She glared fiercely at the empty guest seat in the middle of the main guest seats, and the dissatisfaction in her eyes almost overflowed.

In addition to the troll, there are more dangerous things in the castle... Forget about anything else, the three-headed dog can easily tear the troll into pieces, and it is now quietly waiting in the corridor on the fourth floor.

But who can guarantee that it will always be so quiet?

All of this was decided by Dumbledore. She did not agree with this dangerous decision at the time, but he was the headmaster, and she was just a small dean and vice-dean. How could she have the power to defeat him?

At the same time, Professor McGonagall's affection for Tom reached a new level.

The other Slytherin students were all sneering at Gryffindor, but only Tom went beyond the boundaries of the college and spoke up for the students of her college, which was better than her, the head of the college.

If there was a good reason, Professor McGonagall would have wanted to give Tom some extra house points as a reward.

Good boy, what a good boy.

After taking a last gratified look at Tom who was chatting and laughing with Daphne, Professor McGonagall resolutely turned around and left, her back looking particularly resolute and desolate.

She is going to have a fight with the old man on the eighth floor today. If the school’s safety problem is not solved, no one will have a good life.

In the guest of honor seat, Snape also wanted to have a fight with Quirrell.

Seeing Quirrell coming to eat breakfast as if nothing had happened and even smiling and greeting him, Snape didn't think it was a greeting, but a provocation.

I went to your office to purchase goods, what can you do to me?

He was so arrogant, he didn't even treat him as a human being.

Quirrell cursed in his heart, why did Snape act like he wanted to eat him? He didn't even go to the fourth floor yesterday and was blocked on the second floor. Where did this guy get so much hostility?

"Oi, Quirinus," Snape said suddenly, his voice so soft that it made Quirrell shudder.

"You seemed to be injured yesterday? Your forehead is still red and swollen. I have a potion here. Would you like to use it?"

"No, no." Quirrell shook his head frantically.

You can't drink this medicine. If you drink it, something bad will happen.

Snape felt a little regretful. How could he possibly put another drug in the potion? He was just putting some potion in the truth serum.

But Qi Luo refused to accept it, and he couldn't force it down his throat, so he had to leave with regret.

......

There was still some time before breakfast and class started, so Professor McGonagall rushed to the eighth floor and read out the password to enter the principal's office.

Dumbledore was also drunk. He was a person who went to bed late and got up late. Why did everyone like to come to him in the morning since this semester?

From Snape to McGonagall, who will be next?

But since everyone was here, he had to see them, so Dumbledore could only rub his sleepy eyes and go downstairs.

"Minerva, is there something urgent so early in the morning?"

"Dumbledore."

Professor McGonagall's expression was serious. Without any polite conversation, she spoke directly, "I think the school's security is completely flawed. Those things on the fourth floor must be moved. Who knows if the three-headed dog will suddenly appear in front of the students like a troll."

"Potter and Weasley got lucky this time, but what about next time?"

"We can't leave the safety of our students to chance. They don't take Felixir every day."

Dumbledore was stunned. He didn't expect that Professor McGonagall would come to call him to task.