HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

The Bock family is one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, and one of the oldest families in history.

The most representative member of the family today is probably Caractacus Burke, the owner of Borgin and Burke's shop in Knockturn Alley.

But people have gotten into the habit of calling him by the name of the store, or Old Bock.

Old Burke is extremely powerful. Even when Lucius Malfoy gets into trouble, he will sell tricky dark magic items to Burke's Shop, which shows that he believes Old Burke can withstand the investigation of the Ministry of Magic.

Moreover, the Burke family is very mysterious, and very few of them work in the Ministry of Magic. Since a long time ago, their family has had an unusual enthusiasm for various dark magic items.

Tom felt that this Class Leader Bock was no simple person either, and was probably the most hidden person in the entire academy.

It's not that he realized how powerful Burke's magic was. Magic was an ethereal existence that could not be accurately quantified. Even Dumbledore couldn't do such a thing.

Tom just observed Bock's expression. No matter what means he used to defeat his opponent, Siswell Bock would at most frown and look solemn.

There was no timidity or fear in his solemnity, which meant that with the strength Tom had displayed, he was confident that he could handle it, but it would be more difficult.

This made Tom curious.

We are both class leaders, but you are so outstanding?

So it would be better for Carrow to just give up and skip a boring battle.

"Prefect Bok, please give me your guidance."

Tom's manners were impeccable, but this was even more galling, or so Burke thought.

He always felt that Tom was looking at him as if he were a mouse.

Snape announced the duel and Burke sprang into action.

"It's surrounded by clouds and mist."

Thick fog appeared in the lounge. Because it was indoors, the effect of the fog was more obvious, and in the blink of an eye, it was pitch dark.

In order to avoid being accidentally injured, the little wizards quickly retreated to the bottom of the stairs.

Only Snape put an armor spell on himself and still insisted on staying at his post.

Tom planned to use the same trick again and was ready to use the Wind Spell to blow away the fog, but unexpectedly, the effect was not very good, because there were too few places for the fog to flow, so it was only a little thinner and still affected the vision.

"clever."

The boy exclaimed in admiration. It seemed that Bock had already taken the terrain into consideration. This was rare in the wizarding world where people used spells to fight each other.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two sounds of breaking through the air were heard. Tom raised his wand and steadily deflected the spell, while at the same time sending several spells back in the direction from which the spell came.

"It seems that I need to learn some perception magic, and can't just rely on my eyes."

Tom also noticed his weakness, he didn't have any useful spells to deal with the means of blocking his vision.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

If blowing doesn't work, what about sucking?

The tip of the wand squirmed into a trumpet shape, and a powerful suction force burst out.

Suddenly, the fog that filled the space rushed here frantically, and the visibility improved visibly.

Snape saw this and nodded repeatedly.

Apart from Tom, the handling of the matter was brilliant.

This is not some sophisticated spell, but a variation of the most basic cleaning spell, using the method of cleaning dust and oil to deal with the thick fog.

Such a clever method made Snape excited and he had the urge to take him as a disciple.

But it was quickly suppressed.

With regard to the commotion Tom caused today, Snape had no doubt that he was the reincarnation of Voldemort, and that was all because of Dumbledore's guarantee.

Ambitious and talented, he is a dangerous person no matter how you look at him.

This matter must be told to Dumbledore so that he can decide how to treat Tom.

Bock was also shocked to see that his method was broken in this way, and shot two spells to stop it, but Tom was very agile and dodged the attack directly with his body skills.

With no other options, Bock could only reveal his trump card and shouted, "Soul-devouring poison mist!"

The thin mist on the field suddenly turned dark green, and the walls and floors made a crackling sound, accompanied by a pungent smell.

This is not poisonous fog, it's just sulfuric acid.

Tom's face straightened, and he immediately realized that this was a dark magic, and his wand could no longer attract it.

The trouble with dark magic is not only that its effects are vicious and powerful, but also that many dark magic spells can cause irreversible damage - there is not even a counter-spell.

Tom glanced at Snape and saw that he was indifferent, so he knew that the magic had not reached that level yet, at most it was a little more powerful.

"Thunder explosion!"

The violent fireball hit the gathered poisonous fog, which exploded with a loud bang. Half of the poisonous fog was evaporated, but the remaining half was retained.

hiss--!

Two poisonous snakes suddenly appeared on both sides of Tom, opened their bloody mouths and bit towards his legs, but when they were about to touch him, they were blocked by an invisible barrier.

"When was the Armor Spell cast?" Bock's face changed, and he immediately thought of the time when the fog had just obscured the area.

Tom swung out two wind blades to get rid of the poisonous snake. He held his breath and continuously released blasting spells, which not only cleared the remaining poisonous fog, but also forced Bock to barely resist.

The last armor spell shattered, and Bock was unable to catch his breath, and the spell failed.

The fireball brushed past his arm and hit the wall, creating a big hole.

"That's enough!"

Snape stopped Tom who was about to continue attacking, "You won this duel, Burke, do you have any objection?"

"No, no." Bock covered his arm and shook his head frantically, "I give up."

The high temperature of the fireball burned his skin, and he couldn't even hold his wand steadily. What else could he use to continue fighting?

Burke cursed the monster in his heart. He had mastered the explosive spell a long time ago, but the power he used was only enough to light a candle compared to Riddle's.

Snape looked at Tom deeply, then quickly stepped forward and used a healing spell to stop the bleeding of Burke. "Come with me to my office and get some difficile to treat the burn. Don't go to the school infirmary. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Professor."

Burke knew that Snape wanted to control the situation and not let what happened today get out.

Of course, he himself didn't want to tell anyone else, so it was enough for Slytherin to know that he lost to Tom.

He must not let other houses know, especially those stupid lions in Gryffindor, or they would definitely laugh at him to death.

Before leaving, Snape put the still unconscious Malfoy down, and finally turned back to look at Tom: "Riddle, don't go too far. Lucius is not someone you can easily mess with."

After saying that, he took Bock away.

"Don't worry, Professor." Tom waved at him, "I won't do anything to Malfoy."

And at the moment the door closed, he waved his wand and hung Malfoy and his two followers up again.

Seeing this scene, all the students present shuddered.

He holds a grudge too much. Never mess with Riddle again!