Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

An old man in prison uniform and with white hair had eyes full of shock and disbelief, which finally turned into deep curiosity.

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Learning space.

Tom and Andros frowned, looking at the 'newcomer'.

What they're wearing...is this a prison uniform?

Is there a King of the Century wearing prison uniform?

As a being at this level, Andros deeply understood this point. The King of the Century could lose, be defeated in battle, and die, but be imprisoned?

That's almost impossible.

Without a will as strong as steel, how can one control the powerful torrent of magic?

Is there something wrong with Tom's talent?

For a moment, Andros began to worry about Tom. His 100% approval meant that he regarded Tom as his closest junior, so he naturally hoped that everything was going well for him.

"Hey...teacher, could you please introduce yourself?"

Finally, it was Tom who broke the silence. The old man in prison uniform appeared without saying a word. He looked at him and then at Andros.

What a rubbish system. They didn't even give him the information in advance, so now he has to ask.

The old man in prison uniform still didn't say anything. He looked around the study space just like Andros did when he first arrived. After he had looked around the whole space, he grinned at Tom.

"Gellert Grindelwald, your second teacher."

ha? !

Tom's mouth opened in shock.

"You are Grindelwald?!"

Andros searched his memories carefully, and the books he had read since his resurrection, and finally found information about Grindelwald:

"Are you the dark wizard defeated by Headmaster Tom? No, didn't they say you were imprisoned? Are you dead?"

Grindelwald's eyes narrowed when he heard Dumbledore's name, but soon returned to normal. He chuckled to himself, "I'm sorry, but this loser of mine hasn't died yet. I'm still languishing in Nurmengard Tower."

"It is your existence that amazes me, Mr. Andros. Even thousands of years later, your name is still known in the wizarding world. When people mention the Patronus Charm, you are the first person they think of."

“Hahahaha, thank you for the compliment.”

"System, what's going on? Why did you summon Grindelwald?"

While the two were exchanging business compliments, Tom simply complained directly to the system.

[System self-checking...check completed, no errors occurred in this summon]

[Host, the system is not limited to summoning deceased wizards as your personal teachers. Gellert Grindelwald has reached the required strength and meets the host's summoning conditions.]

"No."

Tom was anxious: "What if he leaks my secret? How can I kill Voldemort if he summons him one day?"

He had always thought that his teachers would only be those figures in the long river of history, or even legendary ones who might have walked out of mythology. He never thought that they would be living contemporary wizards.

[Host, please rest assured that the system will prioritize protecting the host's interests, and all conditions will serve this purpose.]

Grindelwald has signed a contract with the learning space, strictly abiding by the rules of the space, and when his soul returns to its place, he must not reveal any information about the host.

After hearing this, Tom finally felt relieved. After they left, Grindelwald would be a mute, and he couldn't say anything about him, so he didn't have to worry about him telling Dumbledore.

But he was still dissatisfied: "Grindelwald is fine, but what about Voldemort?"

Although Fu Fu doesn't have a good vision or brain, his strength is absolutely beyond doubt. He is firmly the King of the Century.

The system continues to respond patiently.

[It is detected that the host has strong resistance to existing magicians. Once the second teacher reaches 100 recognition points, the update program will be activated for optimization.]

Only then did Tom feel completely relieved.

There will be no modern magicians in the future. Not only Fufu, but also Lao Deng will not appear here.

He then looked at the two people who had quieted down and forced a smile.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I'm Tom Riddle, nice to meet you."

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Thanks to [13754] for the -point reward, and thanks to everyone for pointing out the typos. I have corrected all the typos that can be corrected. Thank you for your support!

Chapter 82: The Heart of Black Magic, a Christmas Gift

"But I don't think you're very happy right now."

Grindelwald quipped, causing Tom to look a bit embarrassed.

The first Dark Lord was very understanding and said, "Don't worry about me revealing your secret. Your talent is amazing. I can't tell your secret to anyone. Even if I use Veritaserum, Legilimency, and the Imperius Curse, no one can detect it."

"I understand. I was just too shocked. I initially thought my talent could only summon souls like Andros."

Tom's smile was much more sincere. After all, the system had granted his wish and found him a master of black magic as a teacher.

Modern wizards have their own advantages. Grindelwald is not as "outdated" as Andros. He can not only teach him, but also Andros!

If another ancient figure came, he would really vomit blood.

Grindelwald was also very happy.

He was imprisoned for half his life, and most of his body was buried in the ground, but he was able to encounter such magical things and magical people in his later years.

Summon powerful wizards from ancient times to serve as teachers, and bring together their many strengths and talents.

What kind of monster would this create?

Grindelwald expressed his anticipation.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I won't waste any more time. You've come at the perfect time. I need to learn some dark magic to slay a dragon."

"Fire dragon?"

Grindelwald's eyes flashed with disdain. "You're just a beast. Don't bother. I'll teach you a potion. Use magic to cast it from a distance. Once it touches the dragon, its scales will rot, and then it will corrode its flesh. Even a heart of steel wouldn't last more than an hour."

Tom explained, "No, I want to kill the dragon head-on, and I can't use any external forces, not even potions, magical plants, or flying brooms."

"Mr. Andros said that my current strength is not enough to rely solely on white magic. I need to learn some powerful black magic."

Andros nodded and added, "Only if you can prevent the fire dragon from flying away."

Grindelwald frowned, not expecting so many requests.

Ok?

wrong?

When he received the space information just now, he also knew Tom's basic information.

Eleven years old, a student in the 220th grade at Hogwarts.

"A first-year student, can he defeat a fire dragon by learning black magic?" He looked at Andros in confusion.

Andros smiled brightly. "Mr. Grindelwald, you're probably confused because you don't understand Tom. How about this: have a duel first, and you'll understand everything."

Tom also nodded.

"That makes sense." Grindelwald laughed. "How can a teacher not understand the level of his students?"

A wand appeared in his hand. It was not the Elder Wand, but Grindelwald's original wand. At the same time, his face and clothes began to change.

The old face was quickly regaining its youthfulness, turning into a defiant look, and the messy white hair was shortened into short strands. The only thing that remained unchanged was the pair of bright and strange eyes, full of mystery.

This is the first Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald, who once made wizards all over the world tremble in fear!

The decadent aura was swept away, and Grindelwald twirled his wand, "Come on, Tom, let me see your strength."

Tom didn't waste any time. He waited until Andros retreated a certain distance before attacking decisively. This was a real all-out effort.

Grindelwald deflected the incoming curse, his eyebrows raised.

"It's really good."

Grindelwald then spent most of the time on the defensive, feeling the power of Tom's spell, and occasionally launching a surprise attack to test his ability to cope.

Three minutes later, Grindelwald called a halt and praised, "Excellent! You've reached the level I reached before graduation. No wonder Mr. Andros believes you have what it takes to challenge a dragon."

"I do have a few dark spells suitable for dealing with creatures this large."

Tom was overjoyed and couldn't wait to start learning.

But today is a holiday after all, and Grindelwald is a newcomer, so it would not be appropriate to exploit him right from the start. After all, he still needs to gain recognition.

So Tom exited the study space and gave the two people permission to see what was happening outside.

Although there are two people, the system is still very conscientious and has not raised the price. It is still six credits per hour.

After wasting quite a bit of time in the study space, when Tom regained consciousness, the sumptuous dishes he had painstakingly prepared had already gone cold, so he had to reheat them.

At the same time, he was still chatting with Grindelwald: "Mr. Grindelwald, today is Christmas Eve. Will there be extra meals at Nurmengard?"

"No, there's only one Squib guard in Nurmengard who's in charge of my three meals a day. I've been eating the same kind of food for decades, and I'm tired of it."

"So miserable? I heard Azkaban has Christmas benefits."

Tom clicked his tongue. Grindelwald's life was really miserable. When he was bored in Azkaban, he could quarrel with his cellmates, pick up soap, and even have the chance to write letters to his family and have people visit him.

But there is only one Grindelwald imprisoned in Nurmengard. What’s the difference between this and a small dark room?

Don't ask Tom how he knows so much about Azkaban. Slytherin students have no shortage of relatives who have lived in Azkaban for a long time. Now Tom feels that Azkaban is an inseparable part of Slytherin house.

After a while, the food was heated up, and Tom naturally turned the topic to Grindelwald's past.

"Mr. Grindelwald, the book barely records the duel between you and the headmaster, except for one description: a legendary battle. Could you tell me the details?"

I originally thought that Grindelwald would never refuse such a small thing, but Grindelwald actually refused.