Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

Originally, he had no intention of getting involved in the Philosopher's Stone matter. After all, Dumbledore was basically watching the whole process. If he wanted to snatch the treasure just after entering the first year, there would be a lot of trouble in the future.

But Daphne's guess made Tom waver in his thoughts.

What if the Philosopher's Stone could help Astoria?

He has been cultivating their relationship since the beginning of school, so it is impossible for him to be indifferent to Daphne's affairs. She is his future girlfriend, and Astoria is his future sister-in-law. Half of his sister-in-law's butt belongs to his brother-in-law, so round it off.

My whole butt belongs to my brother-in-law.

How could he not help solve the problem?

Entering the study space, Tom told Andros everything.

After hearing this, Andros frowned deeply.

"What a vicious curse! I know a little bit about curses, but for one to last this long... I'm sorry, Tom. I haven't seen the person in person, so I can't guarantee anything. But there's a high probability that I can't do anything."

"As for the Philosopher's Stone you mentioned, you can give it a try, or just go find Nicolas Flamel directly."

"Damn it! I've never even heard of an alchemist who's lived for over six hundred years."

When Nicolas Flamel was mentioned, Andros was also amazed. In his time, alchemy had not yet become a system, and only people with low magical talent would study such low-level tricks.

But the fact that he was able to create the Philosopher's Stone was enough to prove that Nicolas Flamel was fundamentally different from the fraudulent alchemists he knew.

"That makes sense." Tom's eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized that he was getting stuck in a dead end.

The person who created the Philosopher's Stone is not dead yet, so why fight for it?

In an instant, Tom's goal changed from stealing the Philosopher's Stone to finding a way to contact Nicolas Flamel.

.....

In the new week, the weather became colder and it rained continuously outside the castle. This made Tom glad that he had finished the strengthening potion a few days ago, otherwise he would have to put the potion away and wait until the sun came out again to continue brewing it.

The increasingly humid dormitory made Tom irritable. His clothes, bed, and curtains all became wet.

Amidst his emotional fluctuations, Tom actually created a magic trick of his own.

To the astonishment of Shabini and the other two, the moisture in the air, on the quilt, and in the clothes actually condensed together, and even the mildew in the dark corners was sucked over.

Water vapor and mildew aggregated into green water balls the size of heads, and the air in the room began to circulate, no longer feeling as stuffy as before, an obvious sign of decreased water vapor concentration.

Is that it?

Tom was also a little bit unbelievable. He had just been thinking in his mind that it would be great if he could squeeze out all the excess water, but it turned out to be so easy to succeed.

"What do you think?"

Andros laughed when he heard this and said, "Do you think creating your own magic is something complicated?"

"You have an idea to accomplish something, and your magic powers support you in doing so. Add to that a sudden flash of inspiration, and a magic trick is created."

Tom understood.

This is not a math problem. It requires rigorous logic and detailed procedures. Even if you miss a word, you will be deducted points.

Magic is the most unreasonable existence and an absolutely idealistic force.

In some cases, it can be regarded as the power of my thinking.

So when his emotions reached their peak, naturally, a very practical life spell was created.

Tom threw the water ball into the bathroom, and when he came back he looked for the feeling he had just had. Soon he succeeded again, but this time it was the other way around (dabh), and the room became damp again.

The mantras of the two spells are 'Remove Moisture and Remove Mildew' and 'Reduce Dryness and Increase Steam', which correspond to the dehumidification spell and the humidification spell.

Two simple household charms made Tom happy for the whole day, and seeing him happy made Daphne happy too.

The two of them laughed foolishly during the entire Transfiguration class, which made Professor McGonagall think they were under some kind of spell and asked them about it out of concern.

Tom: "I don't know. I'm just in a good mood today and feel like laughing."

Daphne: "I don't know either. I just see Tom smile and I want to smile too."

Hermione clapped her hand to her forehead.

These two idiots are hopeless.

In the afternoon, when Tom was taking Daphne for a walk on the grass in front of the castle, they suddenly saw Snape walking out of the Forbidden Forest.

Tom rolled his eyes and stopped him with Daphne.

"Good afternoon, Professor."

Snape took two steps back cautiously and looked at the sky.

Judging from his knowledge of astronomy, the sun still rises from the east today.

But why did Tom take the initiative to greet him?

Although their relationship had eased a lot, Tom had no respect for him at all. It felt like they were communicating with each other like colleagues, and he only flattered him when asking questions.

But that only involves professional fields and has nothing to do with character.

Something must be wrong when things are abnormal, so Snape became extremely vigilant.

But Tom seemed not to notice the wary look on his face. When Snape stepped back, he took two steps closer with a smile and suddenly said mysteriously, "Professor, you should have noticed that Harry's broom was tampered with during Saturday's match."

Snape's expression changed slightly. "What did you say? I don't understand."

Tom ignored him and continued, "I heard... Harry thought you were the one who wanted to harm him. Someone saw you staring at Nimbus 2000 and muttering to yourself. If Professor Quirrell's injury hadn't affected you, Harry would have been smashed to pieces by now."

Snape almost vomited blood!

He worked so hard to resist Quirrell's curse, but how come he was regarded as the murderer in the end?

Injustice!

"Nonsense!" Snape growled.

Snape felt even more wronged than a Squib being accused of killing Dumbledore with the Killing Curse.

"A fool who doesn't even know who his enemy is is just making random guesses. Who said that? Tell me and I'll deduct his points!"

Snape was really anxious and wanted to throw Harry into the detention room for ten days or half a month.

"I'm not sure which Weasley in the same grade said that." Tom blinked innocently. "If it's a misunderstanding, then Professor, go and explain it to Harry immediately, otherwise it's you who will suffer the consequences."

"Should I explain to him?" Snape was so angry that he laughed.

"No, it's not a misunderstanding now. Potter is right. I really want to kill him, and Weasley...Okay, very good, very good!"

After saying that, Snape strode past the two of them and walked towards the castle with a menacing look.

Daphne was completely confused by Tom's actions. "Tom, you think Potter's performance in Potions class isn't bad enough? Isn't your relationship with him pretty good?"

"Don't worry." Tom waved his hand. "Even if Professor Snape gets mad to death, he won't do anything to Harry. At most, he'll just torture him."

"My main target is Ron. I haven't settled the score with him for saying Hermione has no friends."

"I see." Daphne suddenly realized.

By Tuesday, Snape had his chance for revenge.

When he stepped into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the Gryffindor students seemed to be strangled by the neck and could not make a sound.

"Professor Quirrell injured his brain during the competition, but it doesn't matter to him. Even the Winged Demon would sigh when he saw his brain." Snape made a cold joke, but the knowledge reserve of the first grade did not support them to understand such profound digestion.

Only Hermione's face turned red. The Grimlock is a 5X level dangerous magical creature that feeds on human brains. Doesn't Snape mean that Quirrell has no brains?

"The important thing is that he suffered severe bruises and multiple fractures when he fell down the stairs, and he refused treatment from Madam Pomfrey. Therefore... I will be teaching your Defense Against the Dark Arts classes for the next two weeks."

Harry's face was grim.

Only when you lose something do you know how to cherish it. Now he would rather Quirrell come back and let them recite the text and do reading comprehension than see Snape again.

"Potter." Snape said lazily, as if teasing a pet at home: "Tell me, if I want to drive away a group of ghouls, what spell is most suitable?"

Sure enough, familiar recipe, familiar process.

Harry stood up numbly: "Professor, I don't know."

"I know you don't."

The Slytherin students burst into laughter, and Malfoy's neck turned red from laughing. When the laughter gradually died down, Snape looked at Harry with amusement: "I just want you to understand that it's not only in Potions class that you need to work hard to catch up with others' progress, but also in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Such simple knowledge, even Weasley next to you can answer it with his eyes closed, and you actually said you don't know?"

Ron gritted his teeth, wishing he could have a fight with Snape.

But he didn't dare.

"Turn to page fifty-nine and memorize the spell for the banishing curse. Don't foolishly wave a baseball bat to drive away the ghouls. You are wizards, not savages."

Harry instinctively thought of the twins hitting the Bludger.

So... let me ask you a question, how many people did Snape have to scold?

Chapter 69: Professor Quirrell, you don’t want Dumbledore to know your secret, do you?

It turns out that Harry's nightmare has just begun.

The taunting before class was just the beginning.

After introducing the characteristics and weaknesses of ghouls and asking the students to memorize the spell of the exorcism curse, Snape went out and brought in the teaching aids he had prepared - two ghouls.

Although the name sounds scary, the ghoul's threat level is not high, only level 2X, and it sits at the same table with Bowtruckle and Cattail.

This creature is short in stature, has slimy black-green skin, exposed fangs, and sparse hair on its head.

They live in dark, damp places like sewer pipes or attics and feed on spiders and moths.

Wizarding families did not kill ghouls, and even kept them for fun, treating the ghouls' cries as songs.

Creatures of this level can be easily dealt with by using physical or magical means.

"Potter, come up and demonstrate it to everyone?" Snape invited Harry to come up.

Harry was not nervous at all. He felt that he could handle this little thing.

However, Harry forgot that Snape's main job was Potions professor and a master of potions.

He found these two zombies overnight and fed them some strength-building potions. Now they are full of energy and have nowhere to vent it.