Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

"Do you know where the fire dragon is?"

"Fire dragon?" Scarface laughed crazily as if he had heard some ridiculous joke. "How dare you, alone, covet a fire dragon? If I knew, I would tell you, and then I'd see how you die in the fire dragon's mouth."

"It seems you don't know."

Tom sighed and waved his wand.

"Hands of Hell"

boom--!

The fire of hell gushed out, and under the horrified gaze of the wizards and the Veela, a giant hand formed by silver flames emerged from the ground, and clenched its palm into a fist towards the wizards standing together.

The armor spell that blocked countless Veela fireballs shattered in an instant with a rapid "crackling" sound. The palms closed together, and more than half of the wizards were unable to escape and turned into ashes amid screams.

"No!"

The scarred wizard just now luckily escaped the disaster. He looked at the sea of ​​fire with bloodshot eyes, and then shot a green fluorescent light at Tom fiercely.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Tom quickly turned sideways, easily avoiding the spell, and pointed his wand at the scar-faced wizard. "Smash to pieces!"

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and fierce fire fell like a meteor according to Tom's will, hitting the surviving wizards. After more than ten seconds, there was no survivor.

Tom nodded in satisfaction, very happy with his learning results these days. The nearly 1,000 credits were not wasted. He had fully mastered the Fiery Curse and the various derivative uses created by Grindelwald.

Even if he were placed in Paris back then, he would have burned a lot of things.

The forest was so quiet that the only sound was the crackling of flames burning the air. The Veela dared not breathe, nor did they dare to act rashly - there were still several balls of fire floating in the sky, blocking their retreat.

"Come down and talk?" Tom nodded to them. "But you 1.7 need to calm down. You look so honored now. I'm really worried I might take action."

Afraid that these Veelas couldn't understand English, Tom switched to speaking French.

Sure enough, some of the Veela were still looking at her in fear and horror, but two of them understood and made sharp and strange sounds. All the Veela slowly landed on the ground, but still kept a certain distance from Tom, and protected the silver-haired girl at the back.

To show his sincerity, Tom also sucked the fierce fire into his hands, and was wrapped in golden light and disappeared into thin air.

"Respected human warrior, thank you for your help." A Veela said in French with a strange accent, but her appearance remained unchanged.

Tom was simply forcing someone to do something, just like a cat with its fur standing on end. The bird-like form of the Veela was also a way for them to protect themselves and was affected by their emotions.

We are not out of danger yet, so it is impossible for us to relax.

Tom could only look at these sharp-tongued monsters and continue, "You heard me just now. I'm here to find the fire dragon. I'm not interested in anything else."

"At least I saved you, so I'll repay the favor. If you help me find the fire dragon, I'll have repaid the favor."

The Veela who knew French translated Tom's meaning to the other Veela. For a moment, they looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.

The fire dragon is not easy to deal with, and the human wizard in front of it is not easy to deal with either.

If they don't agree, they may not be able to leave here...

"Fleur!"

At this moment, there was new movement in the forest. Another group of bird-shaped veela flew over from a distance.

Chapter 85: The ugly ones work like slaves, and the pretty ones give themselves to you!

"grandmother!"

Hearing this anxious cry, the protected Furong finally woke up from her previous state of shock and shouted towards the sky.

There were dozens of new Veela. The leading one landed in front of the girl, while the others surrounded Tom with bared teeth.

Tom frowned slightly.

The Veela in charge of communicating with Tom hurriedly began to explain the situation through the Veela language, and the hostility gradually disappeared, but he still remained vigilant.

"Thank you for saving my granddaughter." The Veela made way for a passage, and a beautiful Veela came out. She had silver hair like Hibiscus, and her skin was white and smooth, as cold and bright as moonlight. She exuded a strange charm that made people's thinking become dull.

Tom performed Occlumency and was completely unaffected.

"I am Polana, leader of the Veela tribe."

Polana bowed slightly. "Thanks to your presence, otherwise they really wouldn't have been able to hold out until reinforcements arrived."

"Hello, Ms. Polana. You can call me Michael. You should know my conditions." Tom said softly, "I wonder if you are willing to do me a favor."

"No problem." Polana agreed readily and patted Fleur's head lovingly. "You saved my treasure. I will mobilize all the Veela and their allies to help you find the Fire Dragon."

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Tom breathed a sigh of relief.

With the help of the local tyrants, things finally got a lot easier.

Polana extended an invitation, "Mr. Michael, please stay in the tribe until you find the fire dragon. My people are quite reluctant to stay in places where humans gather. There are too many people with ulterior motives there."

"Sorry to bother you." Tom agreed. He was also very curious about the Veela tribe.

The crisis was completely resolved, and the emotions of the Veela stabilized. They turned into beautiful women, each with long wavy silver hair and plump legs. Even in the absence of wind, their hair fluttered gently.

Now Tom was happy, as he was walking forward surrounded by dozens of stunning beauties, which made him feel like he was back in his dream at Shang K.

No, Shang K doesn’t have this quality.

The Veela were all smiling at Tom, and with their peach blossom eyes, they looked affectionate.

But Tom had just seen the true face of the Veela and was completely indifferent.

"Mr. Michael." A soft voice came, and Furong came to his side without knowing when.

"My name is Fleur Delacour, thank you for saving me."

She is a half-Veela, and French in fact. She is the only one who meets the age requirement, which is one of the reasons why Tom chose to take action.

"Miss Delacour, it's wrong for you to thank me like this. It's too insincere." Tom suddenly said seriously.

Furong blinked blankly: "Then what does it mean to be sincere?"

"It should be like this." Tom cleared his throat. "If your savior is good-looking, you should say, 'I have nothing to repay you with but my body.'"

"If your savior is ugly, you should say, 'If I were reincarnated, I would repay your kindness by working like a slave.'"

"Now you know what to say, don't you?" Tom winked at Fleur.

Furong suddenly understood and said tentatively, "Then... I will be your slave in my next life?"

Tom: “…”

Pfft——!

Tom was speechless. The Veela who could understand human language were laughing, while those who couldn't understand looked at them in confusion.

Even the leader, Polana, had a smile on her lips, as if she had thought of something, and her smile became even gentler.

Then, a veela translated the conversation between the two. Now, except for Fleur and Tom, everyone else laughed, and the sweet sound of silver bells echoed in the forest.

Tom is very depressed. The Michael he turned into is really ugly...

Suddenly, a veela cried out in surprise, attracting everyone's attention and they all looked over.

The effect of the Polyjuice Potion expired, and Tom turned back to his original appearance in front of everyone, and his enchanted clothes also became smaller.

"You...used Polyjuice Potion?!"

Furong's eyes widened, and she quickly guessed the reason and said in surprise.

Tom sighed: "When you go out, your identity is given by yourself. If you don't mature a little, it will be troublesome to do anything."

Polana was also surprised, "Mr. Michael, is this your true appearance?"

"Call me Riddle, Tom Riddle." His disguise was exposed, and Tom was too lazy to use a fake name anymore.

Veela are friendly with humans, but they don't care about laws and don't worry about revealing their secrets.

Even if it gets leaked, it's no big deal. This is France, and the British can't get involved.

"Riddle, how old are you?" Fleur asked the question that concerned her most. Tom looked shorter than her.

"Eleven and a half."

Furong felt like her worldview had collapsed. Eleven years old, wasn't that the age to formally start school?

A young wizard of this age just killed several wizards with a single spell. He wiped out over a dozen adult wizards in just one minute?!

Moreover, she is so good looking?!

Tom looked at Fleur with a playful look, "Delacour, I'll give you another chance. Will you choose to be my slave, or will you choose to be with me?"

Fleur stared at Tom's face in a daze, and soon a blush crept up her cheeks.

Also, can I choose again?

......

An hour later, Tom and his group arrived at the Veela tribe.

This is a valley that looks no different from a human village, with houses neatly arranged against the cliff.

Polana arranged a single-family house for Tom to rest for a while, while she took the injured tribesmen to receive treatment.

Tom had just finished looking around all the rooms and chosen his own bedroom when there was a knock at the door.

When I opened the door, I saw Furong standing there pretty much, and there was also a... smaller Furong.

"Didn't we just separate? Why are you here again?"

Tom said something to Fleur casually, his eyes all the time looking at Little Fleur. Little Fleur also opened her watery eyes wide, looking at Tom without fear, her eyes full of clear curiosity.

"What do you mean?"

Furong was a little nervous. She was full of curiosity about Tom's mystery and wanted to get to know the boy better. However, when she came over, she was greeted with a tone of disgust.

He just said that he wanted her to pledge herself to him, but now he turns around and ignores her.