Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

"If you do something wrong, you must be punished." Professor McGonagall did not calm down despite Dumbledore's advice, and her chest was still heaving with anger.

"Punishment is necessary, but our main priority now is to eliminate the impact."

Dumbledore asked in a serious tone, "Hagrid, besides Harry and Ron, who else knows about the existence of dragons?"

Hagrid replied quietly, "And Riddle, Hermione, and Greengrass."

"And Malfoy," Harry added.

Dumbledore nodded slightly. "Mr. Riddle is not a meddler, and neither are his friends. Hagrid, from now on, this dragon egg is an accidental find of mine. I am only temporarily entrusting it to your care. I am preparing to send it to a dragon farm in Romania. Do you understand?"

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Hagrid was so moved that he almost cried. Dumbledore was taking the blame for him!

Professor McGonagall also understood why Dumbledore did this. It was also for the sake of the school's reputation. If others raised dragons, it would be a huge trouble.

If it was Dumbledore? Everyone would think it was nothing, even her.

"What about these little guys?" Professor McGonagall pointed at the row of Gryffindors, both graduated and non-graduated, and was very angry.

"Berta, you've worked hard today." Dumbledore gestured to Hagrid to hand the dragon over to them. "Norbert won't wake up in the next two days. You can leave without worry."

Charlie's friends nodded hurriedly and promised to keep the secret. They almost snatched Norbert from Hagrid's hands and ran out of the castle in embarrassment.

Finally, only Harry and Ron were left.

Dumbledore looked at Harry with a penetrating gaze. "Harry, I hope this incident has taught you a lesson. You must be fully prepared for anything you do. The fact that you were discovered and no one reported you is entirely your own fault."

The more Professor McGonagall listened, the more she felt something was wrong. Why did she feel that Dumbledore was teaching Harry to be more careful about breaking school rules next time?

"Because you woke up most of the students in the school, I must deduct 100 points from Gryffindor to let you understand the seriousness of this matter. Starting next week, you will also be punished by detention."

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One hundred points?

Harry still lowered his head with guilt on the surface, but he felt relieved in his heart.

This time the commotion was so big, Dumbledore was already taking care of them by only deducting 100 points.

"One hundred points each." The old man paused and added.

Harry cracked, Ron's eyes rolled back and he almost fainted.

As for Professor McGonagall, she didn't want anything right now, she just wanted to scratch something.

The next day, the school's hot search topic was dominated by the fire dragon that appeared last night. The Slytherins and Hufflepuffs in the basement finally realized what they had missed, especially the Hufflepuffs. Many young wizards were beating their chests and stamping their feet.

There is another topic that is second only to dragons in popularity, and that is Gryffindor's scores.

The huge score hourglass seemed to have been emptied overnight, and now there were only a little over a hundred. Even Gryffindors rarely experienced such an embarrassing situation, especially now that it was almost the end of the semester. How could they catch up with such a huge gap in scores?

The news gradually spread. It was found that the ones who had points deducted were Potter and his follower Weasley. They must have made some big mistake last night and were caught by the professors, which was why they had so many points deducted.

Others may not know, but how could Tom not know?

He felt sad for Voldemort, who was destined to be defeated by Harry. How stupid a person must be to make such a mistake?

He solved the biggest problem, Malfoy, and things still went wrong...

"Potter! You are Slytherin's best foreign aid!" Malfoy suddenly shouted, causing a burst of laughter. Now even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff glared at Harry.

They hoped Gryffindor could dethrone Slytherin, but Harry ruined it all.

Harry acted as if he hadn't heard anything and walked back to his seat with his head down.

From that day on, Hermione began to answer questions desperately to win extra points for Gryffindor. Except for Snape, Flitwick and Sprout, they all felt that Gryffindor was too miserable, so they also deliberately asked Hermione to answer questions to save some face for Gryffindor and prevent it from losing too badly at the end of the school year.

Tom was stunned. He never expected that the boomerang would hit him. Hermione got more points, so he naturally got less, which made the already tight house points even worse.

It was a shame for his reputation that he was betrayed by this idiot Harry!

Could it be that Harry Potter is the nemesis of all Tom Riddles?

Late at night, Tom was lying in bed, thinking about how to get more credits, when the back of his hand suddenly began to feel hot and a unicorn head appeared.

The unicorn is in danger!

Tom grabbed his wand and rushed to the lounge. With the help of magic, he rushed towards the Forbidden Forest as fast as the wind...

Chapter 99 Dare to touch my horse? Jinchūriki vs Jinchūriki!

"I must develop a flying spell."

Tom, running furiously, immediately gave Lao Deng a task in the study area. Regardless of whether the flying speed would be much faster than the speed spell and the lightness spell, at least the gracefulness of the movement would definitely be much better.

Because the wind resistance was too great, Tom's head had now turned into a fire shadow and was running. When he flew through the woods in the forbidden forest, he startled flocks of birds and some timid magical animals fled their territory in panic.

In the study space, Grindelwald was called in from Nurmengard, and Andros was awakened from his sleep.

They looked at the scenery passing by Tom with some surprise.

"Tom, what's the emergency?" Andros asked.

"My unicorn is being targeted, and now I have to go rescue him. Running is too much of a stretch. You guys should work harder and help me think of a flying spell." Tom replied while running.

He knew without thinking that it was Quirrell who was causing trouble for the unicorn. Quirrell alone was not a threat, the scary one was Voldemort. Tom, who valued his life, was ready to keep his study space open at any time, and even let Andros fight if necessary.

Jinchūriki versus Jinchūriki, this is the correct way to fight.

Grindelwald smacked his lips. "Apparition is enough. Why would we need a flying spell? It's just too flashy."

"You can also use Transfiguration to transform the air into solid air bricks and step on them to stay in the air."

"hehe."

Tom sneered, "If you can't do it, don't make excuses. No wonder the book describes you as a dark wizard. When Voldemort came along, you became the Dark Lord. It seems that's really accurate."

Grindel "Two-Three-Seven" Wo didn't care about this level of verbal attack at all, and couldn't even break his defense.

However, Tom's next sentence was to directly increase the critical hit and true damage.

"Indeed, the headmaster could have just sent Senior Newt to deal with you, but he spent almost half his life dealing with Voldemort, and he's still worried about it."

"I'm not as good as him?!" Grindelwald exploded.

He can tolerate others being better than him, but he cannot tolerate Dumbledore caring more about others than him!

"No one knows the dark arts better than me. When I was roaming the European continent, Voldemort was nowhere to be found!"

"Then stop talking nonsense and quickly cast a flying spell to slap me in the face."

Grindelwald stopped talking nonsense and began to think hard about where to start. He knew that this was Tom's way of provoking him, but the core of the provocation was to have substance. He really wanted to compete with Voldemort.

Seeing that Grindelwald had become obedient, Tom smiled in his heart and hurried on his way, following the unicorn head in his hand which kept turning and changing direction.

The unicorn was also fleeing, but the distance between them was getting closer, because he could vaguely hear the unicorn's roar.

After passing through a dense birch forest, Tom finally saw the target.

A black shadow slid quickly on the ground like a snake. The unicorn was running madly in front. Phantom light shot out from the black shadow. Even though the unicorn tried its best to avoid it, several rays of light still fell on its body, causing many wounds.

Tom snorted coldly, immediately predicted the position of the black shadow, and fired a powerful explosive spell.

Gravel and dirt flew everywhere, a big hole was blown out on the ground, and the black shadow was forced to stop.

A hooded figure rose from the bushes, his voice raspy.

"You are such a nosy little brat"

"You ignorant wretch, how dare you touch my horse?"

Tom stopped the hooded man, and the unicorn could no longer run. It used up its last bit of strength and came to an ancient tree, gasping for breath. The sweat on its body mixed with silver blood slowly flowed down, which was particularly sad and beautiful.

"Ugh——!"

The unicorn let out a weak whine, and Tom could sense her grievance, but now was not the time to coax a pet. His eyes never left the hood, staring intently at him.

call out--!

Without warning, the hooded man fired a silent spell that bounced off Tom's Shield Charm and pierced a tree.

Quirrell was very annoyed now. He didn't know why Tom appeared so quickly, and he was afraid of making too much noise, so he actually wanted to escape.

But Voldemort ordered him to kill the kid right here.

Silent Armor Spell?

Is this still first grade?!

"Idiot, what are you still standing there for? Kill him right now! Drink the unicorn's blood!"

Voldemort urged him again, and Quirrell had no choice but to use his killing move.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light carrying the breath of death shot out from the top of the wand. The Armor Spell could not defend against the Death Spell. This kind of spell could either be countered by a spell to offset the magic power, or by a meat shield, such as a transformed creature.

Please note that it is not the objects that are transformed, but the creatures that are transformed, which require a certain level of spirituality.

This is also one of the reasons why Voldemort was afraid of Dumbledore. Dumbledore could assemble a large army of Transfiguration with a wave of his hand, making the Killing Curse, which he was best at, useless.

A golden light flashed in Tom's eyes. Without dodging or avoiding, the blazing red light crashed into the killing curse, and the collision between the two produced dazzling electric arc sparks.

Longwei!

A powerful pressure from a higher being burst out from the boy's body. Quirrell's brain shook, and a dragon roar exploded in his mind. The wand in his hand unconsciously relaxed, and the green light was immediately offset by Tom's spell. The powerful attack woke Quirrell, and he quickly rolled to avoid the attack, his wand drawing circles rapidly.

Suddenly, a sturdy python several dozen feet long emerged from the ground, opened its bloody mouth and bit Tom fiercely.

boom--!

A thick wooden arm emerged from the tree and grabbed the python's throat. Then the tree was uprooted and completely entangled with the python, with wood chips and blood flying everywhere.

Tom swung his wand suddenly, and Snape's unique skill, the invisible sharp blade in the air, reappeared. Quirrell was hit by the invisible air blade before he could even react, and he let out a shrill scream.

Quirrell is actually not weak. At least compared to ordinary adult wizards, he is definitely an elite among them.

He himself was an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw back then. Voldemort must have given some benefits to bewitch people. Quirrell learned a lot from him in the past year.

All that happened in the classroom was just Quirrell's disguise.