Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

Apply white mulberry to the wound, and the wound will heal quickly and stop bleeding. However, the cut hair will not recover so quickly, and it will probably take a while to grow back.

Now the Reem cattle look like they have alopecia areata and no longer have the magical power they once had.

This time he collected a total of one liter of blood, which was enough for him. There was also a considerable amount of cow hair, so he finally had the gifts for Hermione and Daphne for Christmas.

After packing up his things, Tom turned back to Margaret and said, "Since you are so nervous about the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest, I will leave this cow in your care."

"Don't interfere with my activities in the Forbidden Forest again. If anyone dares to point a bow and arrow at me again, I will kill him directly."

After saying this, he ignored the centaur's reaction and returned in the same direction he came.

Originally he wanted to get some eight-eyed giant spider venom, but Tom didn't have the heart to do that so late at night, so he simply went back to sleep and come back later.

Until Tom's back was out of sight, Ronan said in a deep voice, "I'll have Hagrid take me to see Dumbledore tomorrow. I'll make sure this little pony is punished!"

"What Dumbledore are you looking for?" Magorian turned around and gave him an angry look. "What are you going to say to him? That the centaurs attacked the foals, and then the foals killed them in return?"

"Where will the Centaurs put their dignity? Even if you are shameless, just look at who Dumbledore will side with!"

Ronan looked at him in surprise: "Magri, didn't you just say..."

"I was just trying to save the Centaurs' reputation!" Magorian growled at him, then glared at all the Centaurs and said sternly, "I'm warning you, while the Centaurs' rules are important, all of this is premised on abiding by the agreement with Dumbledore."

"You absolutely must not harm the foal! Not even with a bow and arrow!"

The centaurs were silent, the sorrow in their hearts unable to be expressed in words.

But what can I do no matter how sad I am?

This is Hogwarts, Dumbledore's territory.

If they leave here, they will face even more enemies.

The atmosphere remained depressed until Orion's injury stabilized and he returned to the team. Magre led his people back to the tribe. As they walked, he moved from the leading horse position to the end of the team, walking side by side with a young centaur, and gradually fell behind the main group.

Margery said softly, "Firenze, you should understand my decision, right?"

The centaur named Firenze nodded, then looked up at the starry sky. "Chief, your approach is absolutely correct. If you insist on attacking that pony, I will stop you even at the cost of my life."

"What did you see?" asked Margaret.

Centaurs are good at stargazing, and Firenze is currently the best stargazer among all centaurs.

"Antares' light is shining. Whether it is an immortal star or a brilliant star before its death, it all depends on your thoughts."

Margery's pupils dilated.

Antares, that is the natal constellation of the Horse people.

If he had made the wrong decision just now, did that little wizard really have the ability to destroy their entire tribe?

.......

Castle.

Tom sighed comfortably and lay down in the quilt given by Zabini.

Don’t mention it, the only disadvantage of expensive things is that they are expensive. This quilt is soft and warm, just like sleeping with a hot little girl in your arms, which greatly improves Tom’s sleep quality.

But Tom was not sleepy yet.

He was not afraid that the centaur would go to Dumbledore to complain tomorrow. He had not used any dark magic or poached today. Cutting off a centaur's arm was not a serious matter. At most, he would be deducted a few hundred points.

It would be Snape who would suffer then, not him.

Tom was just envious of Dumbledore.

Today was the first time he experienced the White Lord's reputation. When Dumbledore's name was mentioned, the horses immediately became quiet, just like ordinary wizards hearing Voldemort's name. This deterrent power made Tom fascinated.

When will he reach this point?

"Take your time, don't rush."

Tom comforted himself: "As long as you study hard and make progress every day, one day you will surpass everyone else."

Chapter 75: Hannah is flattered, Professor, I want to fuck you!

the next day.

Tom slept until class was almost over, and his head was still groggy.

He didn't know what time he fell asleep, but it felt like he had just fallen asleep when he had to get up.

I caught up on some sleep during History of Magic, and then continued to sleep through Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Although a bottle of energy potion can solve the problem, taking medicine can make you feel better, but sleeping can make you feel comfortable, so Tom chose the most primitive solution. He wanted to feel good.

Sitting next to Tom in the History of Magic class was Daphne. The little witch didn't know what Tom did last night, she just felt sorry for him and thoughtfully put two earplugs in his ears so that he could sleep more soundly.

But when it came to Defense Against the Dark Arts, it was Hermione's turn again.

Hermione's curiosity was much stronger than Daphne's. As get out of class neared the end, Tom finally woke up. The girl couldn't wait to ask, "Tom, what did you do yesterday? I've never seen you so sleepy."

You have to know that Hermione is an extremely disciplined student. In other classes, she rarely talks about topics unrelated to the course.

But when it comes to Defense Against the Dark Arts, there is no such burden, because the things related to the course are the least nutritious.

Tom yawned, feeling thirsty. He picked up the kettle and took a big gulp before lazily saying, "I had a midnight snack last night, but I couldn't fall asleep."

Hermione's eyes were full of suspicion.

"Don't you often go out for midnight snacks? Why did you have insomnia last night?"

"Because I ate it in the Forbidden Forest yesterday." Tom sighed: "Hannah's cooking skills are really good. I wish I had such a great little cook at home."

Ok?

It's just the Forbidden Forest, that's not important.

But what the hell is a little kitchen lady?!

Return Hannah

Are you so familiar with it?

In an instant, both Hermione and Daphne, who was sitting in front and eavesdropping, pricked up their ears.

Hermione lowered her voice and spoke very quickly: "Why are you having dinner with Abbott?"

"30, whom I met by chance, and Susan, a girl in the second grade." Tom smacked his lips and touched his chin.

He came to class without eating breakfast, and when he thought about it, he felt hungry again.

"I see..." Hermione muttered, secretly noting down the information that Hannah Abbott's cooking was delicious and very much to Tom's taste, and then started the next topic.

"Tom, you're going home for Christmas, right? Do you want to hang out with me?"

"My parents and I are going skiing in the Pyrenees, but that's after the New Year. Until then I'll be at home."

"Well, I might not have much time. We'll see what happens."

"It's okay. We always have an afternoon free sometimes, right? We can meet up in Diagon Alley. It's not like Daphne's house is too far away anyway."

Daphne, who was eavesdropping, nodded repeatedly.

You are so good, Granger. You are worthy of being my good sister. You are really good at talking.

.......

Small garden in the courtyard.

Hannah looked blankly at the two small cakes in front of her.

She tried hard to recall and found that she really had no relationship with Granger and Greengrass.

Hermione's reputation for being unapproachable had spread, and Hannah was in awe of this good-school instinct.

Not to mention Greengrass. Although they are both from the twenty-eight pure-blood families, Slytherin and Hufflepuff are not the same kind of people.

Moreover, the situations of the two families are different. Her family can barely make ends meet, and what about Greengrass...she is the little princess among the pure-bloods.

But these two people actually sent her a cake at the same time, and it was the most expensive one in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop. Last time, a senior schoolmate bought it from Hogsmeade and showed it off for a long time.

Gudong——!

Hannah swallowed. "Um... Greengrass, Granger, did you... send the wrong person?"

Hermione and Daphne looked at each other and smiled brightly in sync.

"Don't be so distant. We are all classmates. Just call me Daphne."

"Me too, just call me Hermione."

Hannah nodded with difficulty and changed the subject: "Hermione, Daphne, you sent the cake to the wrong person."

"Of course not." Daphne giggled. "This is my favorite—Beluga Caviar Mille-feuille. Come and try it."

Hermione was not to be outdone: "My recipe is also good, black truffle chocolate lava cake, it tastes sweet. I asked your roommate, you like sweets, especially chocolate."

Now Hannah was even more frightened, but she was indeed envious of the two cakes.

Forget it, as long as she can eat it, she will gain something. Could it be that these two people will poison her?

After taking a deep breath and making up her mind, Hannah no longer hesitated. She said thank you and started to eat heartily.

Hermione and Daphne smiled knowingly. Daphne took out the lemonade that she had prepared long ago, fearing that Hannah would choke. Hermione conjured up a blue flame, which was the Bluebell Fire Charm. It would not burn people, but could be used to keep warm.

Soon, both cakes were finished, and Hannah's face was full of satisfaction.

"Hermione, Daphne, if you need my help with anything, just tell me directly. I will definitely help if I can. Even if it's homework, I will do it for you." Hannah patted her chest.

While eating the cake, she realized that these two people must have something to ask of her, which was why they were so enthusiastic.

Hufflepuff loves making friends the most, and anyone who can give her a cupcake is her best friend!

"Hannah, you're truly the smartest and friendliest Hufflepuff I've ever met," Daphne said exaggeratedly, then smiled and said, "Hermione and I do need your help with something, but it's not something as cruel as asking you to do your homework."