Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

Is he finally getting old and unable to keep up with the thinking of young people?

When did Dumbledore fall to the point where he had to keep track of even a few hundred Galleons, and still shamelessly ask for them back in advance?

"Mr. Riddle, you can use the money with confidence," Dumbledore said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "I'm apologizing for other things. I've received your criticism of the school this morning. I can guarantee the safety of the students within the school."

Tom's brain worked quickly and he soon figured out what was going on.

He actually noticed Professor McGonagall's appearance in the morning, but he didn't take it seriously. It seemed that Professor McGonagall told Dumbledore what she said, which led to the current situation.

As long as he wasn't asked for money, Tom would feel relieved.

"Professor, of course I believe you. The appearance of the troll was just an accident."

If you count the years that Dumbledore was the headmaster of Hogwarts, although there were many incidents, only one person actually died, Cedric, and he died after being teleported away.

So there is nothing wrong with him making this promise, and it doesn't count as setting a flag.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, then chatted with Tom for a while before letting him go.

......

In the afternoon, after the Herbology class, Tom went straight to the Forbidden Forest. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he cast a layer of Disillusionment Spell on himself in advance.

But even so, when passing by Hagrid's hut, the hound Fang, tied at the door, was still barking at the air.

"Woof woof woof! Woof woof—woof~!"

The roar suddenly turned into a whimper because Tom looked over. Dogs are quite sensitive to danger, especially hounds.

Just now, Yaya felt that if he continued to scream, he would probably end up in a dog meat hot pot...

"YaYa, what are you yelling about!"

Hagrid, who was fiddling in the vegetable garden, heard the barking of the hound and hurried over to check what was going on, but there was no one in front of him, only Fang holding his dog's head.

Tom has entered the Forbidden Forest.

The shortcomings of the Disillusionment Spell are quite obvious. Although it can hide traces with the help of light, it cannot cover up the smell. If you want to hide yourself better, you still need to use magic with corresponding functions.

However, Tom has never seen any magic that can hide the smell. The wizarding world has always had an arrogant prejudice against magical creatures and is unwilling to study any spells targeting them.

Even with a freak like Newt, this kind of thinking is difficult to change.

"You should try to develop your own magic," Andros suddenly bubbled up.

"Ah I?"

Tom was stunned and stopped in his tracks.

He never thought about creating his own magic. It's not that he has no ambition, but he feels that creating his own magic is not something he can access at this stage, or... it's unnecessary.

It won’t be too late to study it after he has gone further on the path of magic.

Understanding Tom's thoughts, Andros in the space laughed and shook his head, answering Tom's questions: "Creating your own magic, or modifying existing magic to better suit you is also part of cultivation."

"Don't be too... what's the word, oh, sell yourself short, Tom. You're really good."

"Not to mention compared to your peers, even compared to adult wizards, you are an excellent wizard, so you are qualified to make further progress. In the process of creating and modifying magic, you will have new thoughts and better understand the nature of magic."

"I understand." Tom nodded and wrote down the matter of creating his own magic.

Andros nodded in satisfaction.

From the recognition level that had unknowingly reached almost 90%, it was clear that what Andros said was not because Tom controlled everything about him, but was truly from the heart.

Look at what the eleven-year-olds around Tom are doing. Not to mention eleven years old, even if you count the entire school, there are not many people who study as hard as he does.

Children are in a stage where they are full of energy and love to play. After puberty, they become even more restless and will do anything, so don't even think about letting them study.

But Tom has never slacked off since the first day they met. Not only does he study outside, he also uses the study space every night without fail.

With this kind of perseverance, even a fool can achieve something.

Others have been playing for seven years, while Tom has been studying for seven years. After graduation, he will be troubled by the trivialities of life again, and the gap will only get bigger and bigger.

Andros is also proud to have taught such a disciple.

In fact, Andros didn't know that Tom was able to persist in high-intensity learning. On the one hand, it was because his adult thinking and grasp of the future made him understand the importance of strength. On the other hand, it was actually the credit of the system.

Although the system does not display specific proficiency, it does have credits.

An increase in credits means that he has really learned something instead of doing useless work, which is equivalent to visualizing his progress.

Every time he saw the credits increase, Tom became full of energy and wished he could work for a few more hours.

Thus, a wonderful misunderstanding arose. However, it was not a problem. Instead, it helped to cultivate recognition. When it reached 100, one could draw another talent.

...

Arriving at the place where the potion was brewed last night, Tom saw from a distance a house elf staring at the crucible in a daze...

Tom thought for a moment and tentatively called out his name: "Andu?"

The elf suddenly jumped up, turned around and bowed repeatedly to Tom, "Master Riddle, Andu is not lazy, Andu is not in a daze!"

Tom looked at the color of the potion in the crucible and confirmed that everything was on track. Then he smiled and nodded at the elf: "Yes, I know. The potion is in very good condition. Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, Master Riddle is so kind!"

Just a polite word of comfort could make the house-elves so terrified. Tom didn't know what they had experienced that had the slave mentality engraved in their genes.

However, he did not think about changing the status quo of the house-elves. After all, he was the beneficiary and was not the kind of person who would betray his class.

Tom squatted down, injected magic power with his wand and stirred the potion. The potion, which was originally just bubbling slightly, suddenly boiled, and then he added a new round of ingredients.

Under the sunlight, the potion now appears an alluring purple-red color. When it is added to the heart of the fire dragon at the last moment of the three days, it will completely turn blood red.

That's what Andros said, anyway.

After observing for a while, Tom asked Andu to watch carefully and left.

In the next two days, the Forbidden Forest almost became Tom's second rest room. He would come to take a look when he got up in the morning, come to take a look during his lunch break, and come to take a look after his night tour.

He actually didn't know how effective the potion recommended by Andros was, but during this brewing process, he gained a lot of experience in potions, but also generated more doubts.

In the past, he would have definitely gone to Snape to ask for answers to his questions, but he hasn't been in the mood lately.

The Headmaster of Snake House seemed to have entered menopause. His temper became more gloomy and irritable, and it affected not only Harry and the first-year Gryffindors, but almost everyone except the Slytherin students fell into his hunting range.

Not only the students, but even the professors were confused, wondering who had angered Snape again.

Only Tom and Dumbledore knew why.

Dumbledore found out about it because Snape came to him to claim reimbursement without approval. As for Tom... he did it himself, how could he not know?

However, according to Tom's observation, Snape did not suspect anyone else at all and just stared at Quirrell.

As a result, Quirrell didn't dare to come to the auditorium except for classes recently, for fear of running into Snape.

Finally, it was Saturday.

The first Quidditch match of the year is about to begin.

There is a saying in the Muggle world that sports are war in peacetime.

At Hogwarts, Quidditch is actually more like a war between the four houses. It is their most direct form of confrontation.

A few days before the 1.7 match, the atmosphere in the castle had become tense. In both houses, each Quidditch player was surrounded by several classmates or senior students.

They are not allowed to act alone to avoid being ambushed, and before eating, someone has to taste the food for them to ensure its safety.

The level of security shocked Tom. Harry was always surrounded by three tall fifth-year boys, and his thin figure was completely invisible.

Slytherin's Seeker, Terence Higgs, was no less impressive, with fifth-year male prefect Flint personally serving as his bodyguard.

"Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?" Tom couldn't help but complain.

"That's for sure, Tom."

Adrian Puse, the team's Chaser, turned around and looked at Tom seriously. "Two years ago, I just became a regular player of the team, but Gryffindor gave me a strong laxative. I felt like I was going to have a rectal prolapse."

"Could Gryffindor be so insidious?" Tom opened his mouth in surprise.

Although he had no good feelings towards reckless lions, he really didn't think this was something a Gryffindor would do.

Most of them are honest.

It's really rare to see someone like Peter Pettigrew.

"They are the worst kind!"

Pusey gnashed his teeth in hatred. "The one who gave them the laxative is the batsman of their team now, the twins."

"You bastard Weasley, it was Marcus who broke Wood's nose, why did you drug me!"

Tom: “…”

Okay, case solved.

As expected, it was the Slytherin who struck first, which fits his stereotype.

Chapter 66: Quirrell’s headshot, a medical miracle!

At nine o'clock in the morning, the auditorium was almost full of people.

The weather outside was clear and cold, but it could not dampen the enthusiasm of the young wizards for Quidditch. Everyone was looking forward to an exciting game.

The aroma of grilled sausages filled the auditorium, making people's appetites grow.

Today is a feast of sausages, including white sausages made from veal, Thuringian sausages eaten with sauerkraut, and Italian sausages mixed with mozzarella cheese.

Tom's favorite is the Thuringian sausage with sauerkraut. The sauerkraut can relieve the greasiness of the fat, and the combination of the two is a perfect match, giving him a taste of oriental cuisine.

Seeing that Tom liked sauerkraut sausage so much, Daphne secretly wrote it down.

Next time you write to your mother, you can tell her to let the house-elf learn the dishes that Tom likes to eat so that you can invite him to visit during the holidays.

Tom ate heartily, but over at the Gryffindor table, Harry's head was buzzing and he had no appetite at all.

Ever since that Charms class, Hermione and Ron have become complete strangers. They don't even see each other, but this doesn't affect the relationship between Harry and Hermione at all.

In Hermione's eyes, Ron was hopeless, as he was either playing or playing every day. Harry was hopeless, as he would at least ask her questions and accept them humbly.