HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

On Friday night, most students have entered holiday standby mode, feeling laziness all over. They temporarily put aside their homework and classes and enjoy their leisure time.

Tom was also combining work and rest, playing Gobstones with Daphne.

According to Andros, Tom has now entered a new stage, which does not refer to strength, but to the understanding of magic.

He has touched upon the essence of magic - albeit at the most superficial level, but it is enough to enable him to achieve twice the result with half the effort when learning.

This is something that many wizards will never be able to do in their entire lives. Many people really just regard magic as a talent and use it by instinct. The spells they learn are also what the teacher teaches them. They know the results but not the reasons.

Although such a person can use magic, he is not a real wizard.

Of course, this is Andros's evaluation standard.

Tom has surpassed this stage now. He may not know as many spells as some adult wizards, but Tom can quickly make up for the gap with his perception. He has entered a period of explosive growth in strength.

Andros's guidance accounts for three points of the credit, the learning space accounts for three points, the extraordinary state plus the effect of physical practice accounts for another three points, and the remaining one point is Tom's own talent.

This shows how important excellent teachers and a good learning environment are.

Harry is the most typical negative example. He inherited Lily Evans' talent in Potions, but it was never shown before because he didn't get along with Snape.

After changing to Slughorn and adding a notebook from Snape's student days, Harry quickly stood out and was rewarded with a Felicia Ricci potion.

"You lose again, Daphne."

Tom accurately bounced Daphne's pink Gobstone back into her pit. The bounced-back Gobstone immediately sprayed a foul-smelling liquid at the girl. Even though she was prepared, she still couldn't dodge it.

Gobstones is similar to the Muggle world's marble game, where you need to use your own stones to bounce your opponent's stones back into their holes, with each successful one spraying a foul-smelling liquid as a punishment.

After only half an hour of playing, Daphne had already been sprayed six or seven times.

"Really, Tom, won't you let me win for once?"

The girl angrily picked up the deodorant spray and sprayed it on herself. The pungent smell immediately dissipated and she turned into a fragrant little princess again.

"Okay, I'll just use my left hand this time."

Tom raised his left hand in signal and put his right hand behind his back.

Daphne pouted, "No, I have to act twice before you can act once."

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

The little witch immediately smiled, not only because Tom agreed to her conditions, but also because she enjoyed the feeling of being indulged.

Just as Daphne regrouped and prepared to play the stone, a shadow fell over the chessboard.

"Riddle, you seem to be having a lot of fun. Do you know that you are disturbing my studies?"

Daphne looked at the person who was complaining about them in shock. It was Goyle who spoke.

Everyone knows that this idiot doesn't study at all. He follows Malfoy all day long, always has snacks in his mouth, and never does his homework by himself.

He is a useless guy who is not good at anything and only cares about eating.

After being shocked, Daphne's face darkened: "Gore, if you have nothing to do, go eat your snacks and don't come here to seek a sense of existence."

"Greengrass, are you so protective of your pretty boy?"

Malfoy walked over with a sarcastic smile on his face and patted his younger brother on the shoulder: "I think Goyle is right. Riddle's voice is too loud and it has affected me."

"Maybe this is the Muggle way of life? Really don't know the rules."

"It's okay. If you don't understand, I can teach you. From now on, when I'm around, just be a transparent person quietly."

At this time, many people in the lounge had noticed the dispute here, and they all had an expression of watching the fun.

Even a fool could see that Malfoy was here to cause trouble, and his target was Tom Riddle, who was currently in the limelight.

Daphne now understood what was going on. Although she didn't know why Malfoy suddenly fell ill, she didn't care.

Someone wants to bully Tom, that's her enemy!

The angry little witch was about to explode, but Tom grabbed her hand and motioned for her to sit down.

"Tom..."

"Just let me do it. I already have experience in dealing with this kind of thing."

Zabini and Nott, who were playing wizard chess, twitched their lips and looked at Malfoy with sympathy.

But they were also very curious about the presence of so many senior students in public.

Does Tom really dare to attack Malfoy?

The next second, Tom gave the answer.

A streak of light hit Malfoy, who was still looking at people with his nose up, and the powerful impact directly knocked him against the wall next to the fireplace.

As Tom tapped his wand lightly, the bricks on the wall began to surge, and four big hands appeared, firmly controlling Malfoy.

Amid everyone's shocked gazes, Tom walked slowly to Malfoy's side.

"Master Malfoy, I just found out that you are not only a coward who doesn't even dare to show up for a duel, but you also have a foul mouth."

"But it's okay if your mouth stinks, but why do you have to let me smell it?"

Malfoy was no longer able to speak at this point, because his mouth was full of foam and the taste of soap. He kept spitting it out, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it all out.

Tom actually attacked without saying anything. Only now, seeing Malfoy vomiting crazily, did someone come to their senses and hurriedly shout to stop him:

"Riddle! What are you doing!?"

"Put Malfoy down immediately. Do you think we prefects are just for show when we attack our classmates in the common room?"

The one who stood up was the sixth grade boy's prefect, Stephen Avery, who was pointing at Tom with an angry look on his face.

Tom turned around and tilted his head in confusion: "Prefect? So there was a prefect in the lounge just now."

"Then why were you watching the show when Malfoy was out doing his dirty work?"

Avery's face darkened and he looked even angrier.

What can he say? Is it okay for pure-bloods to bully Muggle wizards, but it is not okay for Muggle wizards to attack pure-bloods?

Although he thought so, he couldn't say it.

Because the headmaster of this school... is Dumbledore!

These unspoken rules of their pure-bloods must never be made public.

"Riddle."

Stephen Avery said in a deep voice: "As a prefect, I order you to put Malfoy down, and this matter ends here."

Tom scratched his ear, not caring at all. "Prefect? What the hell is that?"

The lounge was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.