Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

After rubbing Fang's head for a while, Tom took Daphne into the grove while Hagrid was tending the vegetable garden. He gave her a bottle of tonic potion and instructed her how to absorb and digest the medicine.

By the time the drug was mostly absorbed, the remaining effects would take time to resolve. Daphne had already clearly felt the changes in herself, and with a look of surprise on her face, she looked at the boy with admiration.

"Tom, you are so amazing. You can make such a powerful potion!"

Not to mention two lives, even if an old man in his seventies or eighties is looked at with admiration and respect by a beautiful girl, he will feel comfortable.

Tom rubbed her little head and said, "Your body is also very weak. Don't always think about your sister. You should also strengthen your exercise."

"Astoria...yeah!"

Daphne was touched by Tom's concern, and her sister-con nature kicked in again, her eyes sparkling. "Astoria, can this potion work? I feel warm all over and in great shape."

Tom thought about it and nodded. The strengthening potion could not cure diseases, but it could enhance physical fitness. Even if it was useless, it would not cause any harm.

Daphne was now even more excited and begged Tom to give her another potion so that she could send it home for Astoria to try.

"I don't have much here, just these few bottles." Tom took out two more bottles and said, "Send these back. Also, explain the movements I just taught you. They must be used together."

"If it works, then have Madam Greengrass help me collect the eyeballs of the sphinx. That's a necessary ingredient, but I don't have any on hand."

The two went straight to the owl shed to write the letter on the spot. Daphne had an owl named Winnie, who was snow-white and was considered to be very good-looking among owls.

As for the issue of money, neither of them mentioned it. Tom didn't want it, but the little witch wrote it directly in the letter and asked Mrs. Greengrass to send another 5,000 Galleons.

Even if it has no effect on Astoria, she knows best how it feels after using it.

In Daphne's mind, this potion is definitely worth five thousand Galleons.

Watching the owl fly away, Daphne prayed silently, hoping that this time her joy was not in vain.

.....

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Tom, Hermione and Daphne said goodbye to each other after coming out of the Room of Requirement and arrived at the door of the principal's office.

The gargoyle was about to open the door when it saw him, but was stopped by Tom.

"No, didn't we agree that everyone who comes here has to say the password? How can I be treated specially?"

The stone beast's face fell: "Boy, can you please stop holding a grudge? It's just that one time when I teased you. It's been a whole semester."

"That won't do," Tom said seriously. "Whoever goes in has to say the password. You told me that."

"But don't you know the password? Why do you have to tell me the names of the dishes every time?" The stone beast was about to collapse.

Others would just say the password directly when they knew it, but Tom had to read out the words one by one from the candy store menu, and would even skip the correct answer and say it last.

Now the gargoyle gets a headache in his stone head whenever he hears the names of various candies.

He simply ignored Tom and moved aside, turning into a stone.

Tom curled his lips, thinking that the stone was really funny, and walked in.

Dumbledore had been waiting for a long time, sitting behind his desk with a smile. When he saw Tom extend his hand, motioning for him to sit down, he said with a smile, "Is my role as headmaster finally useful?"

"Mr. Riddle, the house elf sent word that you need my assistance. I would be honored to help you. Please feel free to ask for anything you need."

Dumbledore was really happy. He felt that all friendships were built on mutual help. He was not afraid that Tom would trouble him, but he was afraid that Tom would be a loner like the previous Tom and eventually become a cold-blooded Dark Lord.

"Professor, this is what I mean." Tom smiled shyly. "I read an interview with you in 1955. At that time, you said that Newt Scamander was your favorite student. I admire Mr. Scamander very much. I also have some questions related to magical creatures. I would like to ask him for advice. Do you have his contact information?"

Dumbledore's smile froze on his face.

He had just thought about it for a long time, and even decided to give Tom the approval for the restricted section, but he didn't expect that he would just be asked to be a middleman to help deliver the letter?!

Grindelwald, who was still observing his old friend in space, was also broken.

I asked you to come to Dumbledore for advice, not to ask Scamander through him!

"Fantastic Beasts... Newt is indeed an expert in this field. I am ashamed to say that he is not as good as him." Dumbledore quickly adjusted his attitude and generously admitted his inferiority.

"Newt is not only my student, but also a good friend. I'm sure he would be happy to help you."

"Thank you very much, Professor." Tom took out the letter he had prepared long ago and handed it to Dumbledore. "Please help me send this letter to Devonshire."

Dumbledore took the letter and suddenly laughed, with a somewhat teasing laugh.

"Who said Newt lived in Devon?"

Tom was stunned. Isn’t it introduced in the book?

Dumbledore revealed the truth: "In fact, Newt and his wife Tina live in New York. Devon is just a cover for the outside world. After all... he offended many people when he was young."

As he spoke, the old man's expression became filled with regret. "Even now, there are still people who want to take revenge on Newt and help an old friend get revenge."

Tom was silent. Needless to say, the old friend was the one who was now in the study space.

"Grindelwald."

Tom asked distractedly, "Didn't you fail? Why are the Saints still so powerful that even people like Scamander have to avoid them?"

"Just because I fail doesn't mean they fail."

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes in the study area. "Who were those who followed me back then? Most were purebloods, with a considerable number of half-bloods drawn to the magical world. They are the backbone of the wizarding world. If all the Saints were truly exterminated, wizards across Europe would be cut off, and even face the risk of extinction."

Tom was silent. After thinking about it, it made sense. Those who agreed with Grindelwald's ideas must be those who believed that wizards were superior to Muggles. They were also the backbone of the entire magical community.

"So they weren't punished?"

Grindelwald lost himself in reminiscence, and after a few seconds he whispered, "Of course there will be punishment. Although I haven't investigated, many people will definitely not have an easy life. They will be cut off from power for at least several generations."

Chapter 93: Thirteen times! He fucked me thirteen times! Astoria gets better

After getting Dumbledore's promise, Tom left the office satisfied.

On the way back, he was still arguing with Grindelwald. Grindelwald felt that he should not go to Scamander because that guy was not a good person.

Tom looked at the exasperated Grindelwald and felt that he had misunderstood his own position. "Mr. Grindelwald, you have to understand one thing. Back then, you were the villain. I was Dumbledore's student, so wasn't I in league with Scamander?"

"But you are also my student," Grindelwald said bitterly. "Dumbledore is just the headmaster in name only. What did he teach you? Nothing!"

"I'm different. Not only have I taught you my specialty, Fiery Magic, but I've also painstakingly helped you improve and create new magic. Isn't it obvious who we are closer to?"

Tom was also convinced. "It was Dumbledore who defeated you, and you were eager for me to go find him. Why can't I find Scamander? Where's your vision as the Dark Lord?"

"Didn't they just capture you once in New York, steal your blood alliance in Paris, and then bring a real Qilin to Bhutan..."

Tom is becoming less and less confident as he speaks. From Grindelwald's perspective, Newt is indeed a bit too much.

However, Grindelwald's subsequent words opened Tom's eyes.

Grindelwald gritted his teeth and said, "What you said is just the beginning... You have no idea how many times Scamander has ruined my plans since I declared war on the wizarding world."

"Ten times! I've been haunted by Dumbledore, and he's been causing trouble for me everywhere with his weird magical creatures!"

"Don't even mention revenge for me. Even without me, those old guys would hate Scamander to death. Do you think he dared to go to other European countries besides Britain and the United States in recent years?"

"If he dared to go there, a group of people would have him killed himself the next day by casting hundreds of Avada Kedavra curses on him."

hiss...

Tom gasped and nearly missed a step on the stairs.

He only knew the stories in the front, but he didn't know that Newt had done so many great things later. He was treating the Saints as a trivial matter.

Grindelwald breathed a sigh of relief. "To be honest, I was imprisoned in Nurmengard because I wasn't as skilled as others and couldn't change the situation. I don't blame anyone. I only have one regret, and that's that I didn't kill Scamander before dueling with Dumbledore."

"Thirteen times, that's really an unlucky number." Tom recovered from his shock and chuckled, "But from my point of view, I have to contact Scamander."

"The first time was a fire dragon, the second time was a unicorn, so what happened next?"

"If I need to find those special magical creatures in the future, who do you think would be the most suitable helper besides Scamander?"

Grindelwald's eyebrows flew up: "Your talent... is there no limit?"

"Yes, that's for sure." Tom nodded repeatedly, "but definitely not now."

Now Grindelwald was really silent, because he couldn't find anyone to refute. In the field of Fantastic Beasts, if Newt Scamander said it was number one, everyone else had to start from fourth. It was so exaggerated.

"Anyway, don't let me see you meet that guy." Grindelwald said sullenly, and his consciousness directly withdrew from the study space and returned to his main body in Nurmengard.

Tom smiled helplessly.

At other times, Grindelwald is wise and calm, and is the Dark Lord who controls everything, but he becomes a different person when he is related to Dumbledore and Newt, especially when he mentions Newt, he completely loses his mind.

The two have such a deep relationship, they must meet as soon as possible.

...

"eternal."

After the command was spoken, a snake emerged from the ground and opened the door to the lounge.

Before he even walked down the stairs, Tom heard the sound of spells being shot and clashed. He took a few quick steps and found that the tables and chairs in the lounge had been moved away again. The middle had become a duel arena. Two young wizards were shooting spells at each other, and several senior students worked together to hold up the Iron Armor Charm to prevent the audience from being accidentally injured.

Tom had forgotten that this was the first weekend after school started and a re-selection of invisible class leaders was needed. He had previously given this task to the seventh-grade male class leader, Bock.

The two girls fighting on the field were from the fifth grade. Imogen Phyllis was the prefect, but she was defeated in the invisible prefect selection last year. Today was her revenge battle.

It was obvious that Imogen Phyllis had worked very hard this semester. The power of the spells filled with shame and anger exceeded the limits of her usual practice, and she beat the current invisible prefect Eleanor Isabella back step by step.

Soon, Isabella ran out of magic power, the spell failed, and she was knocked unconscious by Phyllis's coma spell.

Phyllis excitedly clenched her fists to celebrate. She had finally avenged herself.

Bock had two students carry Isabella away, and he walked to the center of the field. "Phyllis succeeded in the challenge. She will be the invisible prefect of the fifth grade from now on. Are there any other grades who want to challenge her?"

"Cough cough!"

Tom coughed, pushed past the little wizard and walked in.

"I came back late because of something. Is there anyone in the first grade who wants to challenge me?" While speaking, his eyes looked at Malfoy intentionally or unintentionally, scaring Malfoy so much that he quickly pulled Goyle and Crabbe together to completely cover himself.

Everyone: "..."

Which first grader is so stupid as to challenge Tom?

Not to mention Tom, no one dared to mess with Daphne. She had been the invisible class monitor since last semester. This time she was expecting others to challenge her and measure her learning results, but no one came. She was so depressed that she ran back to the dormitory to read.

"Tom, I want to challenge you!"