HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

Tom gave the important task of guarding the potion to Kaka.

To be precise, it was handed over to the house-elves.

Kaka couldn't stay here to guard the potion for 24 hours, he had his own work to do.

However, there are many house-elves in Hogwarts. With Kaka's call, five or six elves appeared at once and discussed and allocated their time.

For the elves in Hogwarts, the students here are actually their masters, so they will not refuse Tom's orders.

Unless it is Dumbledore or another professor's order that overrides Tom's instructions.

Tom was not worried about his secret being revealed. Dumbledore was not a god, so how could he ask so accurately? If he did that, it meant that he had been exposed.

After getting the guarantee, Tom began to brew the potion under Andros's guidance. After completing the first stage, he left, leaving Kaka as the guard.

the next day.

The impact of the giant monster has not only not disappeared, but is also spreading.

Because one of the parties involved came out to tell his story.

When Tom arrived at the auditorium, many people were crowded together at the Gryffindor table. Ronald was surrounded in the middle, and he was talking eloquently about his experience last night.

Tom only then realized that the plot had been changed, but not completely.

Hermione returned to the common room safely without encountering any danger, but Harry and Ronald still had an indissoluble bond with the troll.

Ronald's strengths were revealed at this time. He was basically on the brink of death last night, but today he not only returned to normal, but could also be brought up as a topic of conversation.

Not everyone has this kind of psychological quality.

Perhaps because he had too few experiences of being in the spotlight, Ronald put a lot of...artistic processing on the story, making the process sound particularly thrilling. Even the Slytherins who were two tables away could hear the exclamations of the lions and Ronald's voice.

"snort."

Monet Selwyn sneered disdainfully: "Weasley was so excited that people who didn't know him would think he had defeated the troll. He was chased all over the place and was rescued by the professor.

"What professor? Isn't she a female ghost?" Zabini listened more carefully and retorted, "It's just that the troll 000 has no brains and wants to beat the ghost. If they were a little smarter, they would be a meat paste."

The small snakes around laughed in unison.

They just couldn't stand Gryffindor's ostentatious nature, and they started to make sarcastic remarks.

Avery, the sixth grade male prefect, shared some good news. "I just checked the score column. Gryffindor has been deducted another 20 points. It will soon reach the bottom."

This made the Slytherins even happier.

"It's still a little too little." Shabini said regretfully.

But Tom took a sip of lemon tea and expressed a different opinion: "I think the points deducted are...somewhat wishful."

There was silence for a moment, and everyone looked at Tom.

If someone else had said this, they would have been criticized a long time ago, but if it was Tom...

That's unacceptable, I have to explain it clearly.

Tom put down his cup, looked around and explained: "This is clearly a management problem of the school. There are four deans, six or seven professors, and Filch who keeps an eye on students who violate the rules every day."

"So many people were able to put the troll into the castle. Could it be that the troll's IQ is higher than the professor's, or... was this thing originally brought in by the professor?"

"Potter and Weasley were just unlucky. If you are going to lose points for this, what will you think when you encounter this kind of situation in the future?"

"If even the castle is not safe, then we might as well just stay in the lounge after class and don't come out. Otherwise, it will not only be dangerous, but we will also be held accountable by the professor.

After Tom finished speaking, everyone was silent.

It seems...that's indeed the case.

Why is it that Potter and Weasley are punished for the school's poor management?

Although everyone dislikes each other, they all have a common identity - students, so they can naturally empathize with each other.

So they stopped mocking Harry and Ronald openly, and the atmosphere became silent for a while.

While Tom was speaking, Professor McGonagall came in from the hallway and heard his views clearly. It was unclear whether his expression was one of embarrassment or shame, but at the same time, he also admired Tom.

After hearing what Tom said, she realized that the problem was not with Potter and Weasley, but with the professors themselves.

This made Professor McGonagall feel ashamed for not being able to protect her students. She glared fiercely at the empty guest seat in the middle of the main guest seats, and the dissatisfaction in her eyes almost overflowed.

In addition to the troll, there are more dangerous things in the castle... Apart from anything else, the three-headed dog can easily tear the troll into pieces, and it is now quietly waiting in the corridor on the fourth floor.

But who can guarantee that it will always be so quiet?

All of this was decided by Dumbledore. She did not agree with this dangerous decision at the time, but he was the headmaster, and she was just a small dean and vice-dean. How could she have the upper hand over him?

At the same time, Professor McGonagall's affection for Tom reached a new level.

The other Slytherin students were all sneering at Gryffindor, but only Tom went beyond the boundaries of the house and spoke up for the students of her house, which was better than even her, the head of the house.

If there was a good reason, Professor McGonagall would have wanted to give Tom some extra house points as a reward.

Good boy, what a good boy.

After taking a last gratified look at Tom who was chatting and laughing with Daphne, Professor McGonagall turned around and left resolutely, his back looking particularly resolute and desolate.

She is going to have a fight with the old man on the eighth floor today. If the school's safety problem is not solved, no one will have a good life.

At the guest of honor table, Snape also wanted to have a fight with Quirrell.

Seeing Quirrell coming to breakfast as if nothing had happened and even smiling and greeting him, Snape did not think it was a greeting, but a provocation.

I just went to your office to purchase goods, what can you do to me?

He was so arrogant, as if he wasn't even treated as a human being.

Quirrell cursed in his heart, why did Snape act like he wanted to eat him? He didn't even go to the fourth floor yesterday and was blocked on the second floor. Where did this guy get so much hostility?

"Oi, Quirinus." Snape spoke suddenly, and his soft voice made Quirrell shudder.

"You seemed to be injured yesterday? Your forehead is still red and swollen. I have a potion here. Do you want to use it?"

"No, no." Quirrell shook his head frantically.

You can't drink this medicine. If you drink it, something bad will happen.

Snape felt a little regretful. How could he possibly put another drug into the potion? [He just put some potion fruit in the emetic dose.

But Quirrell refused to accept it, and he couldn't force it down his throat, so he had to leave with regret.

There was still some time before breakfast and class started, so Professor McGonagall rushed to the eighth floor and read out the password to enter the principal's office.

Dumbledore was also drunk. He was the type who went to bed late and got up late, but since this semester, everyone liked to come to see him in the morning.

From Snape to McGonagall, who's next?

But since everyone was here, he couldn't leave, so Dumbledore could only rub his sleepy eyes and go downstairs.

"Minerva, is there something urgent going on so early in the morning?"

"Dumbledore."

Professor McGonagall had a serious expression and said directly without any polite words: "I think the school's security is full of loopholes. Those things on the fourth floor must be moved away. Who knows if the three-headed dog will suddenly appear in front of the students like a troll."

"Potter and Weasley got lucky this time, but what about next time?"

"We can't leave the safety of our students to chance. They don't take Felixir every day."

Dumbledore was stunned. He didn't expect that Professor McGonagall would come to call him to task.

"Minerva, I know you're anxious, but don't be anxious yet."

"Didn't you agree to my arrangement before? Why did you suddenly change so much?"

"It's like this..."

Professor McGonagall told Dumbledore all the accusations she heard Tom make against the school and the professors in the auditorium, and Dumbledore fell into deep thought.

Just when Professor McGonagall thought that Dumbledore was reflecting on his actions and was relieved, she actually saw Dumbledore smiling?!

No, it should be laughing and crying, because there were crystal tears in the corners of the old man's eyes.

Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes: "That's great, this is the purest friendship. Mr. Riddle really taught me a lesson."

"Even among Slytherin and Gryffindor, who would remember that the two founders were once best friends?"

This is exactly what he wants to see most. If talented students have too little interaction with their classmates, their emotions will become indifferent, and they may even ignore the lives of others.

Voldemort is the best example. Voldemort used to be a good student praised by everyone in school, but he always wore a mask and kept a distance from the students around him.

Although Dumbledore said that he would not interfere with Tom's actions, it did not mean that he did not have worries in his heart. He was afraid that Tom would lose his heart for power.

But just these words today could make him feel more at ease. At least Voldemort would never think about things from this perspective. In his eyes, there was only himself.

"So you agree to my request?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"I'm sorry, Minerva."

Dumbledore calmed down and put on his glasses again: "I understand your concern, but the corridor on the fourth floor cannot be touched for the time being."

"Why?" Professor McGonagall was very puzzled: "I know those levels are set up to protect the Philosopher's Stone, but is there any level safer than your headmaster's office?

Dumbledore explained patiently: "But if it is placed here, the person with bad intentions will be completely desperate. I dare not imagine what crazy things he can do."

"You can only catch fish if you put the bait where you can see and touch it. We must find him."

Does Lao Deng care about the safety of students?

certainly.

But compared to the potential safety risks to the students, Voldemort's matter was obviously more important.

He never makes mistakes on such important decisions.

Don't forget that Dumbledore was the one who proposed the phrase 'for the greater good'. He is an old man with a clear mind, a strong will and clear goals. When necessary, he can even sacrifice his own life as long as necessary.

So he had to place the bait in the corridor on the fourth floor, where Quirrell could see it but not touch it, and keep testing it until a fatal flaw was revealed.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall wanted to say something, Dumbledore stopped her with his eyes and said firmly: "I swear in the name of Dumbledore that I will not let students suffer irreversible injuries or even lose their lives in the corridor on the fourth floor. Please believe me, Minerva."

McGonagall looked at Dumbledore for a long time, then finally sighed, stood up and said goodbye.

If anyone else swore this, it would have little deterrent effect, but if it was Dumbledore, it would be completely different.

Professor McGonagall could only believe it.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the grade, Quirrell stopped pretending and just let the students read by themselves while he sat on a chair and closed his eyes to rest.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin students didn't bother to pay attention to him and started their daily self-study.

If he hadn't had a top personal trainer with him, Tom would have found a way to kick Quirrell out of the school and replace him with a reliable professor.

Even if Snape is the substitute teacher, he is countless times better than Quirrell. If all else fails, invite Barty Crouch Jr. from Azkaban, no, he should be at Crouch's house now.

They are both Death Eaters, but what they teach is the real stuff. Even if Moody comes, I guess Barty Jr. won't be as responsible.

When the bell rang, the students immediately packed up and went out. They didn't even bother to say "Goodbye, Professor" to Quirrell. They didn't even pay attention to him.

Quirrell was not angry either, this was exactly the effect he wanted. Who the hell was willing to teach? The important thing was to get the Philosopher's Stone as soon as possible.

In the past, Tom would pester Quirrell after class and wouldn't let him leave, pretending to ask a few questions to get some marks, but he had something to do today, so he let Quirrell go.

He asked Daphne to go back to the lounge with her friends, and he went upstairs.

Tom had finished reading the book he borrowed from Dumbledore last week, so he went to return the book and borrow a new one at the same time.

During this period, Tom has borrowed more than ten books from Dumbledore. It must be said that all the books that Dumbledore likes are valuable, even some basic books have

Unique insights, not to mention those that are circulated in a small circle and belong to the experiences of high-end wizards, are rare treasures.

Tom has been very well behaved during this period, and none of the books he borrowed had anything to do with the dark arts.

But it's not magic that's strong, it's people.

Anyone can learn the Killing Curse, and it is even recorded in the Restricted Section, but why do people still turn pale when it comes to the You-Know-Who?

The fact that Dumbledore was able to suppress Voldemort with the help of Transfiguration and white magic speaks volumes.

White magic requires study and hard practice, while the Dark Lord's magic is simple and crude, but there is no difference between the two.

Soon, Tom arrived at the door of the principal's office, and the gargoyles came to life and grinned:

"Password~"

Tom looked at him in confusion.