Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

The dull thud just now was enough to make one's teeth ache, which was enough to prove that Professor Quirrell had a good start.

"Professor," Tom observed for a moment and suggested, "Take off Professor Quirrell's scarf. If the wound gets damaged and becomes infected again, it will be troublesome."

"That makes sense." Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall nodded in unison.

"no need!"

Just as they were about to take action, Quirrell suddenly woke up, raised his head with bloodshot eyes, and struggled to get up.

"I'm just a little dizzy, nothing else."

After saying this, in front of everyone's stunned gaze, Quirrell actually limped out of the stands in a strange gait.

"What a medical miracle..." Professor McGonagall muttered to herself as she looked at Quirrell's back.

Tom heard Professor McGonagall's exclamation and nodded in admiration.

Qi Luo, is a wolf destroyer! .

Chapter 67: A tonic potion that enhances the essence of life. Can the Philosopher's Stone cure diseases?

Without Quirrell's interference, Harry's broom finally returned to normal.

He dived down, and Higgs thought Harry was out of control and didn't pay attention to his actions, concentrating on finding the Golden Snitch.

Harry was seen covering his mouth with his hands, pretending to vomit, and then...puking out a Golden Snitch.

The game ended in such an incredible way.

Gryffindor won with a score of 170 to 60. Slytherin was heartbroken, but Gryffindor was as excited as if it were New Year's Day.

No one could have imagined that Harry's blowjob skills were so good that he could even catch the Golden Snitch with his mouth. Flint complained that the other party was violating the rules, but Madam Hooch ignored him.

The rules don't specify what method must be used to catch the Golden Snitch.

The crowd gradually dispersed. On the way back to the castle, everyone not only discussed the game, but also Quirrell's experience became the focus.

Many people saw him being hit by a high-speed Bludger, and it was a headshot.

If it happened to an ordinary person, he would have collapsed immediately, and if not dead, he would have been half dead. However, not only did Quirrell not fall into a coma, he actually woke up from it, refused treatment, and returned to the castle on his own.

Quirrell unexpectedly received a lot of praise from people - at least in terms of enduring pain and being strong, they were willing to call him the strongest.

Inside Hagrid's hut.

"Snape did it," Hermione explained to Harry and Hagrid. "I saw it through the telescope. He was casting a spell at Harry's broom. I tried to stop him, but Professor Quirrell was hit by a ball halfway through, so Snape stopped, and then Harry caught the Snitch."

After the game, Hermione originally wanted to find Tom and Daphne, but she couldn't resist Hagrid's enthusiastic invitation and followed them to the cabin, so that she could tell Harry what had happened.

"Nonsense." Hagrid didn't believe her words, "Why would Snape do such a thing?"

"I think he's trying to steal something from the fourth floor," Harry said suddenly.

Hagrid was surprised. "What did you say? No, do you know what's on the fourth floor?"

"I do not know."

Harry shook his head honestly. "But at the Halloween dinner, Snape's foot was injured. I saw him limping down from upstairs. It's very likely that he was bitten by the three-headed dog on the fourth floor."

"You also know Fluffy?" Hagrid was even more shocked.

"Fluwei, what's the name of the three-headed dog?" Hermione noticed something.

"Ah, I bought it from a Greek and lent it to Dumbledore to look after..."

Hagrid paused mid-sentence, looked at Hermione, Ron, and Harry's shining eyes, and closed his mouth: "I won't tell you."

"Snape is a professor at the school. Even if he hates James..."

"James?" Now it was Harry's turn to get excited. "Hagrid, you mean my dad? Snape knew him."

Hagrid waved his strong arms. He found that he was leaking more and more things. "That's the grudge of the previous generation. Listen, this has nothing to do with you. Forget about Fluffy and what it's guarding."

"That's Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel—"

"Ah, Nicolas Flamel?"

Another new NPC joined, and Hermione quickly took note of it.

Snapped!

Hagrid slapped himself in the face and drove everyone out.

.....

Forbidden forest.

The brewing of the potion reached the final stage, and Tom asked Kaka to go back and he would just keep an eye on it.

After adding the fire dragon's heart, the potion began to boil, emitting a terrifyingly high temperature, and a large amount of white cold air rose up.

Tom released a weak gust of wind, blowing away the white mist while trying not to affect the potion.

After waiting for about half an hour, the crucible of potion slowly became half empty, and its color turned into the blood red that Andros had described.

The slightly viscous liquid is crystal clear, like a flowing liquid gem.

"Andros, are you sure this thing is okay?"

Tom asked cautiously. This was an imported potion, so he had to be cautious.

Andros also took a closer look and then replied, "The color is fine, but does the smell have a faint pungent and bloody smell?"

Tom nodded, that was indeed the case.

"Then you're not wrong. Drink it with confidence."

Since Andros said so, Tom had no worries and took out the scale to start dividing the potion.

The standard measurement of each portion is five ounces, which is about 140 grams. This pot produces seven portions, enough for Tom to use seven times.

After dividing it, he drank the whole bottle without hesitation.

The sticky liquid got stuck in his throat and couldn't slide down. Tom swallowed several times before the potion went into his stomach. His eyebrows were almost squeezed into a ball, and he felt like he had drunk a ball of blood that had been coagulated for a long time.

Before he could complain to Andros, the drug had already taken effect.

It was like a volcano erupted in his stomach, and then the heat spread throughout his body.

Tom's face flushed and white steam began to emerge from his body. Even though the temperature was close to zero degrees, he felt like he had entered a sauna.

He quickly went into physical action and freed Andros.

"Aren't there matching moves? Teach me quickly."

Andros didn't waste any words, fearing that the effect of the medicine would be wasted, and he made one strange pose after another.

These movements alone have no effect, but when combined with strengthening potions, they can quickly allow various parts of the body to absorb the medicinal power.

Although human wizards can surpass dragons, people like Dumbledore and Voldemort never take magical animals like dragons and sphinxes seriously.

But the strength of an individual does not mean that the life essence of a powerful wizard surpasses these higher magical creatures. They are still human, just smarter and have a deeper understanding of magic.

The principle of the strengthening potion is to use the life essence of these high-level magical animals to strengthen themselves, so it not only has the function of strengthening the body, but also the mental strength, lifespan, etc. will be correspondingly improved.

In more than ten minutes, Andros led Tom to perform three consecutive matching movements. With Tom's memory, he naturally remembered them all.

After each movement, some of the energy in the body is consumed and the temperature gradually drops.

An hour later, Tom's body temperature returned to normal, and his energy was exhausted. He ended in a strange posture and couldn't help but recite:

"I have practiced until my body is like a crane, and I have two boxes of scriptures under a thousand pine trees."

"I came to ask Wu Yu said, the clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle."

What the hell?

Andros in the study space was full of questions.

Because of the space, he could understand whatever language Tom spoke and knew every word, but why couldn't he understand the meaning when they were put together?

"Nothing, just expressing my feelings." Tom withdrew his hand and let out a light breath.

The Taoist priest’s realm is still very high. Is he also a wizard?

After more than an hour of high-intensity exercise, Tom felt that he was in better shape than ever before. His body was full of energy, his mind was clear, and his thinking was sharp.

As for magic...

"Split into pieces!"

With a lightning-fast flick of his wrist, a beam of light shot onto the tree, which instantly broke into countless pieces and scattered on the ground.

"I feel like my attacks are more powerful," Tom said.

Andros was not surprised by this: "This is an inevitable result. Different mental states will produce different spell auras."

"Now that your physical fitness has improved a lot, your magic power will grow faster and faster. You can try to learn some large-scale magic."

Tom nodded. He liked the suppressive fire.

Why use superintelligence to solve a problem that can be solved with superpower? Isn't it better to be simple and crude?

Tom took out another bottle of tonic potion.

If the effect of one bottle is so good, he will definitely be very successful if he uses all of it.

Sensing his thoughts, Andros quickly stopped him: "There's still some medicine left in your system. It'll take some time to digest. You won't be able to take the next dose for at least a week."

"Okay then." Tom put the medicine away regretfully.

He calculated the inventory of materials he had on hand. He had no shortage of other materials. They were either in the Forbidden Forest or could be purchased directly from Diagon Alley.

All that's missing is the eyeball of the sphinx and the heart of the fire dragon, and these two main materials are gone.

I still have six doses of potion on hand, and using one a week is just enough to last until the Christmas holidays.