Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

Especially Sirius, who is just fierce and willing to fight to the death, but is essentially a paper tiger.

So Snape was a good measuring stick for him. As long as he got Snape's approval, he could be a little more unrestrained in doing things during this holiday.

If he surpasses Snape... then he can say to most wizards, "I don't eat beef."

After all, Tom's holiday plan involves some dangerous things, and he can't rely on those ten minutes of physical exercise every day.

Snape gave Tom a long look.

He was also a little moved.

He was able to defeat seventh graders just one month after entering school. Now that a semester has passed, how much has Riddle grown?

Did it meet his expectations?

Of course, none of this really matters.

The important thing is... I can teach this kid a lesson openly!

Damn it, if he lets go of such a good opportunity, is he still a human being?

"I promised, today..."

"Stop! What are you doing!?"

Before Snape could finish his words, a stern rebuke came from the stairs.

It was Professor McGonagall who arrived. Seeing several people fighting, she became so angry that her face turned red and she kept shouting at them to stop.

When I came over and took a look, I felt even more dizzy and almost fainted.

It wasn't because two of her students were among the fighting students, but because of Snape.

The fight was going on so fiercely up there, and as the dean of the college, you didn't stop it, but instead stood a few steps away and started chatting with the students?

Snape's face rarely turned red. He was so busy chatting with Tom, trying to make sure whether this kid was really looking for a beating, that he forgot about Malfoy.

Tom also looked over. Malfoy was not in a very good condition at the moment. There was a big tear in his school uniform robe, and there were several scratches on his face. His platinum hair, which was usually combed meticulously, was now a mess.

But he looked much better than Harry and Ron.

There was no other way, three against two, and Goyle and Crabbe were heavy enough to take on both Harry and Ron.

The two were also smart. They fought Malfoy alone and managed to turn the situation around.

"Minerva, you've arrived just in time." Snape regained his composure and said solemnly, "I was just about to deal with you when you appeared. I just saw that it was Weasley who was about to attack Malfoy first. Crabbe and Goyle were only helping his friends."

"Malfoy was the first to say such a bad thing!" Harry's glasses were broken, but luckily he could use the repairing spell now, so he quickly repaired them and began to defend his friend:

"Professor McGonagall, Malfoy mocked Ron's family. He said...Hagrid's hut was a palace."

Ron's face turned red with anger and he stared at Malfoy.

Professor McGonagall also looked over with a stern look: "Mr. Malfoy, is what Potter said true?"

Facing Professor McGonagall, even if Snape was here, he wouldn't dare to lie. He could only turn his head away and respond with silence.

"good very good."

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath. "You're still causing trouble for me when the holidays are almost here. Twenty points will be deducted from each of you! In addition to your homework, you will also have to write a 5,000-word self-criticism and hand it in to me after school starts. Then, you'll be put in detention for another two weeks!"

In terms of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor, Professor McGonagall was at a low level and punished them all.

Without even asking for Snape's opinion, he announced the punishment and sent them to the school hospital for treatment. If anyone dared to talk to him again, all the punishments would be doubled.

Harry and the others could only attack each other with their eyes and went upstairs with their mouths tightly shut.

Snape was furious.

It's all Riddle's fault. If he hadn't stopped me, things wouldn't have gotten so bad. Gryffindor was already in a bad state, and they're still last whether the points are deducted or not.

But Slytherin is not like that. The key point is that they still deducted points from three people, what a huge loss!

I didn't expect that Professor McGonagall with thick eyebrows and big eyes would become so insidious, using Gryffindor, which was already in a bad state, to drag Slytherin, who had great hopes of winning the championship, into the water.

Snape glared at Tom fiercely and whispered, "Come to the Quidditch field at twelve o'clock tonight. I don't have much here, but I have a lot of healing medicine. You know the consequences of not coming..."

With that, Snape strode away, the wind blowing his robes up, and he transformed back into his old bat form.

...

The last dinner before the holiday was particularly sumptuous. The walls of the auditorium were decorated with holly and mistletoe, and twelve towering Christmas trees were topped with huge transparent crystal balls, adding to the festive atmosphere.

The students were chatting animatedly, sharing their holiday plans with their friends, and the professors in the guest seats were all smiling.

But Tom found that Quirrell was not here, and he wanted to remind Quirrell to remember to give him a Christmas present on Christmas.

Unfortunately, he was still a step too late. Judging from the situation, Quirrell had probably left school early.

After the dinner, the lounge was still bustling. Tom simply found an opportunity to sneak out early and went to the Room of Requirement to stretch his body. At half past eleven, he arrived at the Quidditch field.

At exactly twelve o'clock, Snape appeared on time.

He was still dressed in the same black robe, but in Tom's eyes, he looked completely different.

At this moment, Snape exuded a sharp aura from head to toe, his robes fluttered due to the vibration of magic, and a slender wand was already held in his hand, hanging diagonally and pointing to the ground.

Tom could feel it.

He really wanted to beat himself up.

Judging from his aura, I might have thought he was preparing to duel with Dumbledore.

Ok?

Thinking of Dumbledore, Tom looked up at the highest spire of the castle, which had the best view of the entire castle. Even though the Quidditch pitch was surrounded by high walls, it could not block the prying eyes.

Tom jokingly said, "Professor, do you think...will Professor Dumbledore be the only spectator of this duel?"

"Don't think too much." Snape's voice lengthened. "He has left the castle. No one will come to disturb us, and no one will come to rescue you."

Snape raised his wand and made dueling gestures. "Stop wasting time. Let's get started and finish early. I don't want to sit here with you in the cold wind, Riddle. As a professor, I'll let you make the first move."

"The professor is generous."

Tom also raised his wand and bowed slightly. At the same time, a thundercloud appeared above Snape's head and smashed down on his head.

Although it was very sudden, Snape was a veteran, and his body reacted almost before his brain issued a command, quickly erecting a magic barrier to isolate the lightning.

He really wanted to curse Tom for being unsportsmanlike, but do you think Tom has completed the dueling etiquette?

finished.

It's just that he cast a magic while completing it. Should we say that he is worthy of being a Slytherin student?

Even this vague rule has to be taken into account.

After resisting the first wave of attacks, Snape stirred up the wind and clouds, and the weather spell floating above his head broke, turning into black flames, roaring towards Tom.

"Little tricks don't work on me."

Even at this time, he still did not forget to sneer out loud. No one can do anything today. Tom Riddle, the Half-Blood Prince, will definitely be beaten!

"Come on, Professor, it's just a greeting."

A white light emerged on Tom's surface, turning him into a big light bulb, radiating light in all directions, and the black smoke melted like ice and snow when it touched it.

"Patronus Charm?" Snape frowned, somewhat unsure of his own judgment.

Can this thing block my own dark magic?

Regardless of Snape's ignorance, this is where Andros has an absolute advantage.

In the modern magical world, it is generally believed that Patronus is a countermeasure magic used to deal with Dementors and Voldemorts. The reason why it is famous is, firstly, because of the notoriety of Dementors, and secondly, because it is too difficult to learn.

If I could master this spell before graduation, I would definitely get extra points on the exam.

But the appearance of Dementors and the establishment of Azkaban prison only happened in the 15th century, which is only a few hundred years ago.

But the Patronus Charm has been passed down for thousands of years, and Andros has gained great fame with it.

How could it have only this single function?

The truth is, in ancient times, there weren't as many defensive spells and antidotes against dark magic as there are now, so the Patronus Charm became a universal antidote, a powerful positive energy that could resist the erosion of darkness.

However, due to the development of magic and the high threshold, this method gradually disappeared.

After all, mastering the Patronus is difficult enough, let alone advanced applications.

"々｀ Go!"

Most of the black smoke was dissipated, and the remaining half deformed and solidified into densely packed daggers. Snape pulled his wand, and the soil on the ground turned into a thick set of armor, and the daggers made clanging sounds as they hit the armor.

Tom spun around at high speed, and flames surrounded the venue. Two fire snakes rushed out from behind Snape and attacked him, but were blown into black smoke. Snape's robe swung, and he seemed to have turned into a giant bat jumping on the ground. He was incredibly agile and jumped out of the range of the fire circle after several consecutive jumps.

"Professor, can you teach me this magic?" Tom asked.

"If you defeat me, I might consider it." Snape's expression remained calm, but he was extremely happy in his heart.

This speed of progress...Tom gave him so many surprises.

It is difficult to transform magical products. Tom can not only transform them, but also use magic.

He had only seen this method in Dumbledore (obviously) and Professor McGonagall. He himself...might succeed, but there was also a chance of failure. He would never dare to try it lightly in actual combat.

"Who taught you Transfiguration?" Snape couldn't help asking.

He suspected that Dumbledore was giving Tom special treatment.

"A teacher." Tom said honestly. Isn't Andros a teacher? He can even change the form of the patronus. You can imagine his attainments in transfiguration.

It can be said that Tom’s strongest skill now is Transfiguration, and the others are somewhat inferior.

"fine."

Snape's face darkened. "Let me see how many tricks you have up your sleeve."

After saying that, he swung his wand and two invisible sharp blades took shape. Tom raised his eyebrows and without hesitation, he conjured up a wall of water and pushed it forward. Suddenly, two cracks appeared on the wall of water, cutting off the flow.

Tom instantly strengthened the defenses at these two places, and after a clang, the spell collapsed.