Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

He was impressed by Dumbledore's words. The naked reality turned into touching sincere emotions from his mouth. It was much more effective than Voldemort's tricks to deal with a brainless person like Hagrid.

"So what are you going to do now? Even some students know about the existence of the Philosopher's Stone. Are you really so confident that Quirrell won't get it?"

"I believe my methods can prevent Quirrell, but...some rules need to be changed to prevent children from accidentally getting hurt. I will be responsible for this matter."

Snape seemed to suddenly understand.

It seems that Dumbledore just hopes that Harry can dig out more secrets. What exactly does he want to do?

"Dumbledore, can the Philosopher's Stone help people become stronger?" Snape suddenly asked.

"Sev?"

Dumbledore looked at Snape in surprise.

He had thought he understood Snape completely, but when he asked this question, he found out he was wrong.

Snape explained, "Nicolas Flamel gave you the Philosopher's Stone, which means you can do whatever you want with it. If you can use it to enhance your power... wouldn't that make it easier to fight You-Know-Who?"

"Is that so..." Dumbledore pondered for a moment, "In fact, the energy in the Philosopher's Stone has been almost consumed. But even a perfect Philosopher's Stone would not have any effect."

"Otherwise Nico wouldn't be at his current level of magic. Honestly... forget it." Dumbledore laughed.

Compared with his attainments in alchemy, Nicol's magical abilities are truly indescribable.

"Is that so?" Snape sighed regretfully.

This wasn't a pity for Dumbledore, but for Tom.

Snape actually knew that Dumbledore would most likely not use external objects to improve his strength. He asked this question to see if the Philosopher's Stone could help Tom.

The plan to train a new demon king has always been on his mind, and the more talent Tom showed, the more determined he became.

Snape was very disappointed at losing a shortcut, and immediately lost interest in talking to Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore still had something to say. He gave an awkward smile, "Sev, look at those extra points for Slytherin..."

"You can't deduct points." Snape's face immediately turned stern. "Once you deduct points, Quirrell will notice something is wrong and guess that Riddle told you."

"But that's unfair to the other houses," Dumbledore advised. "Even without these points, Slytherin has a good chance of winning."

Snape countered with one sentence: "Everything is for the greater good, Dumbledore. Impatience can ruin a great plan."

Dumbledore was helpless as he couldn't convince Snape.

In fact, what Snape said made sense. It was indeed not worth it to alert Quirrell over such a small matter and realize that Tom was just teasing him.

Just consider it a reward for Tom facing the treasure and sticking to his nature.

Seeing that Dumbledore said nothing more, Snape smiled and left the office.

Time soon came to mid-December. One morning, Hogwarts School woke up from its dream and was suddenly covered with a layer of silver frost.

It was snow, the first snow of this winter. The excited little wizards took advantage of their free time to rush to the field and play snowball fights.

The Weasley twins were punished, not for their snowball fight, but for enchanting a few snowballs so that they chased Quirrell and landed on his turban from behind.

Tom was amazed at what he saw.

This is really brave, chasing Voldemort and fighting him. I don’t know if the death of one twin and the disability of the other twin are related to what happened today.

Given Voldemort's pettiness, it should be very likely.

"Tom, snowball fights are boring, let's go build a snowman." Daphne stood behind Tom coquettishly. She was fully armed today, not only wearing a white down jacket and pants, but also a white hat on her head with two small pompoms hanging down.

Not to mention making a snowman, she herself looks like a cute snow doll.

"Call Hermione along, and let's see who can make the better-looking snowman."

Daphne agreed as soon as she heard it and urged Tom to hurry up.

Although Daphne and Hermione have a good relationship now and are not as confrontational as they were at the beginning of the school year, they still always bicker and compete with each other, as if this is a way for them to enhance their relationship.

Tom ran back to the castle, thinking that the means of communication in the magical world were really inconvenient, and he had to walk to find someone.

He still had to find a way to come up with a communication tool. He had been studying alchemy for some time, so he could give it a try.

.....

There was no need to go to the tower to see Hermione. In his free time, as long as he wasn't with himself, he would spend it in the library.

Sure enough, Tom found Hermione reading in the library and pulled her out without saying a word.

When Hermione heard that they were going to build a snowman, she was a little reluctant, but Tom said that they should combine work and rest and change their minds so that they could study more efficiently, so she agreed.

However, when Hermione arrived outside the castle and saw the snow-covered world, she became excited.

Each of them built a snowman, and Tom acted as the referee. Fearing that the two little witches' hands would get frostbite, he considerately cast a constant temperature magic on them so that they would not feel cold even if they held the snowballs. The only drawback was that the snowballs would melt faster.

When casting the spell, Tom grabbed two sweet and soft little hands. The girls' pretty faces flushed, they looked at each other, then hummed softly and took their hands away.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking air behind him. Without turning back, Tom raised his wand and the snowball whizzed back the way it had come, even faster.

Immediately, there were two "ouch" sounds. (Likely)

"Riddle, you're cheating!" Fred, who had just been released by Professor McGonagall, covered his head and shouted, "How can you use magic to play snowballs?"

Tom then turned around and looked at the twins grinning, feeling very innocent. "But didn't you use magic against Professor Quirrell before? I saw it all."

"Besides, shouldn't wizards use magic when having snowball fights?"

The twins looked at each other, drew their wands at the same time, grinned at Tom and said, "Then don't blame us for winning unfairly, Riddle. Let's have a magic snowball fight."

After he finished speaking, hundreds of snowballs flew up from the ground around them. The scene was very spectacular and many young wizards looked over.

Seeing that the twins were going to fight two against one, Hermione and Daphne wanted to help but were rejected by Tom.

"Look how I deal with them."

Tom tapped the ground with his wand, and the snow several feet deep suddenly shook and gathered together. In front of the twins' dumbfounded gaze, it soon formed a huge snowman ten meters tall.

He scooped up a snowball bigger than the Weasley brothers and threw it over.

George and Fred's scalps tingled as they watched. The snowballs they had made were simply too much to handle. Tom was the real man.

With a strange cry, the two began to flee separately. The snowman threw snowballs at them one after another. Soon, Fred was hit. The ice and snow seeped into his clothes through the gaps in his clothes, making him scream in cold.

Professor McGonagall, who was standing at the gate, was not angry when she saw this scene, but smiled instead.

If Tom had displayed this level of Transfiguration in class, she would have definitely given him ten points.

At the top of the ivory tower, Dumbledore stood on the windowsill, looking at the cute snowman, and nodded with a smile.

That's great, that's great.

Chapter 72 Daphne: My cat can do backflips. Who poisoned the Forbidden Forest late at night?

Gryffindor is the most loyal house. Although it is funny to see the twins being chased around, Tom is a Slytherin after all. How can they just watch him "bully" his own people?

"George, Fred, I'm here to help you!"

The first one to jump out was Gemini's good friend Lee Jordan. He used all his strength to create a huge snowball, almost as big as the snowman, and then threw it over with a floating spell. However, because the speed was too slow, the snowman was shattered by a light slap.

Freyr, who had crawled out of the snowdrift, was so angry when he saw this that he laughed: "Stupid Li, use the Ten Thousand Bullets Volley! Who told you to use the Levitation Spell?"

"Oh, yes!"

Li Jordan finally reacted.

The other Gryffindor students also showed off their skills. Some used magic to throw snowballs at the big snowman, while others followed Tom's example and tried to use Transfiguration to make snowmen, but they were not as big.

For a moment, snowballs were flying all over the sky and snowmen were running all over the ground.

How could the Slytherin students just stand by and watch the Gryffindors besiege Tom, so they all stepped forward to help.

It soon turned into a contest between the two colleges.

The young wizards from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw quickly hid far away, fearing that they would be accidentally injured, and then became spectators with great interest.

Some students smacked their lips in regret, feeling annoyed that they did not bring any snacks with them, otherwise they could have watched the fun while keeping their mouths busy.

Later, Hermione and Daphne stopped making snowmen and joined their respective colleges.

Slytherin has fewer people, but with Tom's big snowman, they will not be at a disadvantage.

Gryffindors couldn't do anything to the snowman, but they could take a beating.

Until Tom conjured up a big snowman, they immediately raised their wands and conjured up the French flag.

No more playing, no more playing.

How can they fight like this? The fighting power of one opponent is as great as that of all of them.

Many lower grade students looked at the higher grade students with resentment.

The first graders are so good, you seniors are not up to par.

Faced with the questioning gazes of their juniors, the senior students turned their heads away unnaturally, not daring to look them in the eye.

.....

The 'war' came to an end, the sky gradually darkened, and the little wizards, after exercising their bodies, returned to the castle, preparing to eat and then take a comfortable bath in the bathroom.

Back in the auditorium, while Tom was eating, a piece of paper was passed in front of him.

"What is this?" Tom asked in confusion, looking at the few names on it.

"This is an application for staying at school during the Christmas holidays." The fifth-grade male prefect leaned over and explained, "Tom, if you want to stay at school, write your name on it."

"Then I don't need it. I'll be home for Christmas." Tom shook his head and handed the parchment to Daphne. Daphne didn't even look at it and turned around to throw it to Birds.

"Tom, what are your plans for the holiday?" Daphne's eyes were full of anticipation. "Would you like to come to my house? I have two English Bobtail cats at home, and they can do backflips."

Tom: “…”

This sounds weird.