Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

Tom held the horn that he never let her touch.

The second trial ends.

Chapter 101 Soul Sublimation, the Third Trial

Tom closed his eyes, and the holy power entered his body through the unicorn horn. His soul felt like it had been given a massage, and the comfort made him drowsy.

He used the last of his willpower to release Andros's alert, giving him the authority to start physical action, and he fell asleep completely.

This sleep was the deepest and most comfortable sleep Tom had ever had.

It was three hours later when I woke up again. I had missed lunch and the History of Magic class that afternoon.

The little unicorn was sleeping soundly beside him. The injured one of the two big unicorns was kneeling beside him and the little unicorn, while the other one was patrolling.

Tom stretched, stood up, and felt the changes brought about by the sublimation of his soul.

There is a kind of refreshing feeling of being washed away from all the dust and knowing that I am myself today. The world is still the same, but he feels that everything has become vivid and energetic.

When the two big unicorns saw that he was awake, they came over and rubbed the boy's arms affectionately.

Signing a contract with a unicorn naturally lowers the bottom line of other things. Tom successfully touched the horn of another unicorn and completed the signing of the contract. At the same time, he and the two unicorns also had a special telepathy and could understand what they meant from their calls.

"Okay, okay, we're all family from now on. I'm going to give you two names so we can tell them apart."

Tom stroked the unicorn, thought for a moment, and made up his mind. He said to the unicorn, "From now on, you are the eldest, you are the second, and the little one is the third. That's it."

Even a unicorn knew that the name was too perfunctory, but Tom looked like he didn't want to listen. No matter how they called him, he just refused to change it. In the end, he had to accept it.

“Woo, woo, woo~!”

Dabao failed to change his name, so he made another request.

"You want to eat yesterday's white energy... the Patronus Charm?" Tom understood what she meant through telepathy and asked in surprise.

In response to him was Dabao's affirmative look.

The Guardian Spirit is actually the embodiment of magic power. Even if it is eaten, it will not be damaged and can be condensed again with magic power and emotions.

Tom tried to release a ball of white energy, and this time not only Dabao but also Erbao came over excitedly.

The two unicorns took small sips of the white mist, their eyes narrowed with joy.

A flash of understanding came into Tom's eyes.

Your uncle Newt is worthy of being your uncle Newt. His suggestions are all valuable advice.

Tom thought that the unicorn had been recognized for his sincerity and life-saving grace, but now it seems that the appearance of the Patronus Charm yesterday was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Can you become stronger by feeding on positive energy?

Tom decided to tell Uncle Newt about this discovery as a thank you.

I'm so tired, so alone

The hazy white mist was continuously sucked in, and Tom had to release it three times in a row before he fed the two foodies.

Seeing that the little guy was still sleeping, he came to an open space a little further away to test how much benefit this soul improvement could bring to him.

Aiming at a big tree, Tom used the impact spell.

As soon as he started casting the spell, he felt the difference.

The process was so easy. Although he had used spells of this level easily before, he still had to follow the principles of casting spells, concentrate, recite the spell silently, and mobilize magic power.

But now, all these steps can be completed in an instant with just a thought.

After casting several spells in succession, Tom finally understood.

It’s not that the requirements for casting spells have been lowered, but after the soul has been condensed, it is too easy for him to meet the standards, and he doesn’t need to deliberately concentrate his mind or mobilize his emotions.

Andros said that magic, will, and emotion are the three key factors in casting spells and affecting the power of magic.

The improvement of the soul's essence affects the following two points.

What others need to put in 60% or even 80% concentration to do, he can do with just a thought.

What if you give it your all?

Tom concentrated his mind, his eyes became sharp, and a red beam shot out like an arrow, piercing through the nearest big tree. Then the beam continued to move forward, piercing through more than a dozen thick trees in succession, before completely exhausting its power.

The body and soul complement each other. This improvement is no less than the fusion of the fire dragon bloodline, and it may even be greater, because the strengthening of the soul not only improves the combat aspect, but also affects the comprehension. Recalling Andros's battle with Voldemort yesterday, he gained a lot of new understanding.

The essence of life, the essence of the soul, what rewards will the next trial bring?

Tom's consciousness was immersed in his mind. The first two palaces had been completely stabilized. In the dim starry sky, several stars of the Canes Venatici constellation shone brightly, and the content of the third trial also appeared.

[Third Trial: Dog: Host, with bare hands, defeat the three-headed dog of Hell without using magic. Reward: Talent 'Bronze Skin and Iron Bones']

[Copper Skin and Iron Bones: Greatly improves physical defense, provides magic power to enhance protection]

Tom's eyelids twitched.

Do you want to see what you are talking about?

Instead of using bare hands, why not use magic to defeat the three-headed dog of hell?

That thick-skinned guy had a hard time breaking through his defense with spells, and now the third trial actually asked him to fight the three-headed dog of hell cautiously. Did they want him to slide over and give the three-headed dog a snack?

Then one person is not enough, he has three heads!

Does this sound like a word?

Unfortunately, the Twelve Trials have no intelligence at all. No matter how much Tom complains, there is no response. The task is here, and as for how to complete it, that is your problem as the master.

However, compared to the first two tasks, the requirements of the third task seemed much simpler and more straightforward. There was no need to search for it, because the three-headed dog was right in the school. There was no need to seduce magical creatures, and one could pass it as long as one met the requirements. This also reduced Tom's anxiety a lot.

...

Of course, after returning to the castle, the discussions of the little wizards reached his ears.

Chilo resigned!

Quirrell, who had tortured them for almost the entire school year, ran away in the last month, which made many people cheer. Finally, they didn't have to endure the indescribable strange smell anymore.

Only Harry was worried. He always thought that Quirrell was resisting Snape's threats and oppression and refused to reveal the level he had set up.

Now that Quirrell is gone, does that mean he has failed?

So Harry kept a closer eye on Snape, and ran into Snape dozens of times a day in the castle.

"Harrypot! I don't know what you're doing wandering around the castle! Can't all this homework stop your restless heart? Two points from Gryffindor. If I see you again next time, I'll deduct ten points!"

When Tom came to find Snape, he saw Snape getting angry at Harry.

"Professor, I just left something in the classroom." Harry tried his best to defend himself and tried to add back the deducted points, but it was unheard of for him not to see Snape's true face for so long.

How could Snape possibly give him any points?

In the end, Harry left in disappointment. Tom laughed on the side and thought this scene was very interesting. He was wandering around Snape with the face of James Potter on his head, which was really a face-to-face attack.

As for Quirrell's resignation, it was actually not beyond Tom's expectations.

Is it easy to take Andros's punch?

The fact that he didn't kill the man on the spot was because Voldemort had a profound understanding of dark magic. The power of the Patronus, which was the most powerful force to restrain evil, must still be wreaking havoc in Quirrell's body, torturing him to the point where he was worse off than death.

If Quirrell could come to class today, Tom would have suspected that Andros was letting him go, or...he was a fake?

If Andros knew about Tom's doubts, he would definitely cry and beg him to start the physical mode again. This time he would not knock the opponent away, but would just smash him to pieces!

"Is it funny?" Snape said without turning his head.

"Isn't it funny?" Tom tilted his head in confusion.

"At least I never laugh when I see idiots."

Snape turned around with a gloomy face. He certainly knew that Harry suspected that he was coveting the treasure in the corridor on the fourth floor, but he was not angry about being suspected, but because he thought Harry was too stupid.

How can a person with this kind of brain survive the schemes of Voldemort and Dumbledore in the future?

"The more you fall, the smarter you become." Tom wasn't interested in discussing parenting with Snape and went straight to the point: "Professor, I need your help."

"Steel Potion, Rage Potion, Agility Potion, do you have improved recipes for these potions?"

Snape looked at him suspiciously. "What do you want these potions for?"

"I just suddenly became interested." Tom kept smiling. "If you have any, it would be best if you could give me a few samples and formulas for research."

Snape frowned and thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what Tom was doing.

These potions are used to temporarily strengthen the body. They don't actually have much presence in the wizarding world. They are completely ineffective against magical attacks, and a ray of green light can take one's life.

But for Tom, this thing is a cheating tool.

Bare hands? No problem.

No magic needed?

No problem.

But it doesn't say that he is not allowed to use potions!

As long as you strengthen yourself into a berserker, what is there to be afraid of with the three-headed dog?

"When I was young and bored, I improved these useless potions." Snape nonchalantly pretended to be cool, then changed the subject: "But why should I give it to you? Is it just because of your mouth?"

"Exchange it with the spell from last time." Tom also threw out his chips.

That light ball magic was Andros's self-created spell, which he named the All-Seeing Spell. It can be used for both attack and defense, and is not difficult to learn. The difficulty lies in the control of the spell and the huge amount of magic power required, but for Snape, it was no problem.

Tom would not do anything that would lose money, so he asked for several of Snape's own spells at once. Most of them were small evil curses, but they could also work wonders at certain moments.

Faced with such tempting conditions, Snape could not refuse and agreed decisively.

He didn't ask Tom what he wanted to do with these bottles of potion. It wasn't because he wasn't curious, but because he knew that Tom would never tell him, so he didn't want to bother himself.

.....

With Quirrell's departure, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class basically became a self-study class.

The other professors all had their own courses, and even if they squeezed out some time to teach a few classes occasionally, it wouldn't form a systematic teaching system. It was really that Quirrell did so badly this semester that the professors didn't know where to start.