HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

Snape was unhappy now.

Avery's performance was so bad that even he, the dean, felt ashamed. A sixth-grade student was played around like a monkey by the freshmen. He lost easily and felt particularly aggrieved.

He didn't make full use of his pretty good skills at all.

This wave is a crush of both IQ and skills.

However, the tip of the iceberg that Tom revealed still shocked Snape.

The power of the spell is not the only factor that can determine whether a wizard is powerful or not. The proficiency in spellcasting, the arrangement of tactics, and the combination of various spells are also very important.

Tom just completely mastered the rhythm of the battle. He used the softened floor to affect Avery's movement, limiting his movement space while affecting his opponent's spellcasting accuracy. He then used a beautiful gust spell to directly bounce back Avery's magic.

If these tactics were used by an adult wizard, they would be considered brilliant.

But Tom is a new student who has been enrolled for less than a month.

This is not just beautiful, it's simply weird!

What Snape couldn't understand the most was Tom's first move, which was to easily deflect Avery's disarming spell.

To the students, this seemed like just blocking an attack, no different from the Armor Curse.

The layman watches the excitement, while the expert looks at the details.

Tom's skill is the clever control of magic power and sufficient understanding of the disarming spell.

The combination of the two makes it so easy.

Not only does it consume less energy, it also reduces the burden of the Armor Spell and can deal with unexpected sneak attacks.

"professor."

Tom spoke up, interrupting his thoughts.

Snape glanced over subconsciously.

Tom smiled slightly and remained polite. "Although you said that as long as I successfully defeat Avery, I can become an invisible prefect, logically speaking, today's matter should end here."

"But... I've already thrown away my gloves. After all, I'm not someone like Malfoy who has a flexible bottom line."

Even in such a serious moment, many people smiled.

"My reputation is very important to me, so, can you let me finish the rest of the duel?"

Pushing further.

This word popped into the minds of all the little snakes.

Riddle has already won and achieved his goal, but he still doesn't give up and wants to continue challenging other prefects.

Was he going to stamp all the prefects' and Professor Snape's faces into the dirt?

Only the seventh-year Burkes and Snape understood why Tom did this.

"very good..."

Snape took a deep breath and said, "Since you want to test the senior's strength, then continue. However, you don't have any time to rest. Phyllis, you go first."

The fifth-grade female head teacher stood up in response, with an angry look on her face, obviously angered by Tom's rudeness.

But Tom was a staunch egalitarian who pursued equality between men and women. He would not give any preferential treatment to the other party just because she was a woman. He started the fight right after Snape announced the start, and he cast two silent spells.

Imogen Phyllis never expected that Tom had mastered the silent spell. Before she finished chanting the Armor Spell, the spell had already hit her.

He dropped his wand and fell asleep.

"Next." Tom said calmly, as if he had done something insignificant to make the remaining prefects furious.

"I'll do it!"

Enric Flint, the fifth-year boy prefect, jumped out without waiting for Snape to call his name. He also had a brother, Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch captain.

However, Marcus Flint was not here today. He was put in detention by Professor McGonagall for copying homework despite repeated warnings, and missed a great show.

Flint learned from the lessons of the previous two people. After the duel began, he immediately conjured up a huge door panel, and then used the surrounding objects to transform into animals, which could not only harass Tom, but also be used as a meat shield to resist the spell.

Seeing this scene, the frost on Snape's face finally melted a little.

He has some brains and knows how to play to his strengths.

Flint has a good talent for Transfiguration and joins Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club.

Every professor has his or her own unique club, which has become a tradition at Hogwarts.

Professors will invite students they admire to join at fixed times.

This not only provides excellent students with opportunities to communicate, but also teaches them some advanced knowledge that will not be taught in class.

The animal transformations Flint used alone would put many sixth and seventh graders to shame.

Because the battle did not end quickly for the first time, Tom perked up and became increasingly excited.

"The flames are blazing!"

A blazing flame burst out from the fireplace, and the temperature in the room suddenly rose. Tom waved his wand gracefully, controlling the flame to escape from the fireplace and form three flaming pythons.

Relying on its elemental body and size advantage, the fire python rampaged across the duel arena, burning Flint's transformed animals into their original forms, and then into charcoal.

"Magic shaping..." Snape almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few monomers from his mouth.

This is a more advanced transformation technique than matter conversion, and even the final graduated NEWTs will not be involved.

How did Tom learn it?

How could he learn it?

Just when Snape was doubting his life, the door panel that Flint used for defense had been burned through, and three fire snakes were spitting at him. Flint smiled helplessly and lowered his wand to indicate that he gave up.

Next came the sixth grade female prefect. She performed even worse than Flint, and kept casting Shield Charms on herself, but she was not as fast as Tom and was soon defeated.

The little snakes were dumbfounded. Tom had fought four games in a row and defeated all the prefects of grades five and six.

Even so, he still didn't blink or breathe, as if nothing had happened.

It's not Gomen, don't your eyes feel sore?

It was unknown whether Tom's eyes were sore or not, but stars had already started to appear in Daphne's eyes. If there hadn't been so many people around, she would have cheered and celebrated for Tom.

There are many girls like her, and some senior girls have already started thinking about eating young grass.

Such cute young grass will definitely grow into a handsome guy if you grow it for two years. It's a win-win no matter how you look at it.

"I give up."

Everyone was stunned and looked towards the person who spoke - Yukhil Carrow, the seventh grade girl's prefect.

Facing the gazes of the students, she just smiled slightly and cast a wink at Tom. "I am no match for Riddle, so I won't go up and humiliate myself. Burke is much stronger than me, so just think of it as saving your magic power and deal with him well."

Burke took a deep breath and walked out of the crowd. He bowed slightly to Snape first, then stood opposite Tom with a serious look.