HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

This is not the first or second time that Tom has come to the principal's office to return books.

In the first few times, we had to say commands, but after we became familiar with the gargoyle, it would automatically jump away when it saw him, saving trouble for everyone.

Why do you suddenly need a password today?

Although Louis XVI was somewhat confused, Tom still gave the password: "Sizzle Honey Candy."

"wrong."

The gargoyle grinned: "Dumbledore just changed the password on Monday. Riddle boy, you can't go in if you can't tell it."

"I was wondering why you were sick. You were waiting for me here." Tom suddenly realized, "But I didn't need a password to get in before. Logically, I should be able to get in this time too."

The gargoyle shook its head frantically. "The past was the past, and the present is the present."

"Yesterday I heard that a giant monster broke into the school. I have to protect the principal. From now on, anyone entering will need a password.

"Even Dumbledore?" Tom asked.

"Well, even the principal is no exception." Gargoyle Stone once vowed.

Tom nodded. "Remember what you said, or I will write about your failure to keep your word in Hogwarts: A History, so that all future wizards will know that the guards guarding the headmaster's office are not trustworthy."

"What a vicious boy, worthy of being a Slytherin!"

If the gargoyle had that function, he would be sweating profusely. If it were really remembered, his thousand-year-old reputation would be ruined.

"..."

"I don't want to talk to you now. I want to guess the password."

Tom talked the gargoyle back.

Dumbledore's password is easy to guess. Just report all the desserts in Honeydukes Candy Store "zero one zero" and you will definitely guess the correct one.

"Chocolate Frog."

"Bibi Every Flavour Beans."

"Lemon Sherbet."

"Creammint."

"Jelly slugs."

The gargoyle statue moved reluctantly. If the password was correct, he had to let the person go. Even if it was Voldemort or Grindelwald who came, he had to open the door obediently and could not stop them.

Tom glanced at it with a half-smile and went up the stairs.

You little brat, you still want to tease him.

Ravenclaw's intelligence isn't that great either.

But Dumbledore really has a bad taste... Jelly slugs are a very disgusting kind of candy, second only to a pile of cockroaches.

"Hello, Professor. I'm here to return the book."

When Tom came, Dumbledore was writing something at his desk. When he heard his greeting, he put down his quill, looked up and smiled.

"Mr. Riddle, you read too fast. You might have used up all my books before you graduate."

Tom glanced at the vast collection of books on the bookshelf and shook his head. "It's not enough at this rate. I still have to keep working hard."

Dumbledore smiled helplessly: "To be honest, I haven't read all the books here, because some of them are collections of past headmasters."

Tom shrugged. "I'll watch as much as I can. I have plenty of free time anyway."

As he said this, Tom climbed up the ladder and put the two books back to their original place, then looked around and picked two more.

The Nature of Magic

The Magic of Ancient Writings

Tom took the book and wanted to say goodbye to Dumbledore, but the old man kept him.

"Professor, is there anything else?"

"Nothing." Dumbledore smiled warmly: "I just want to apologize to you.

Apologize?

Tom thought about it carefully and asked cautiously: "Are you going to take back the money you lent me in advance?"

Other than this, he couldn't imagine anything else Dumbledore needed to apologize to him for.

Dumbledore:

Is he old after all? He can't keep up with the thinking of young people.

When did Dumbledore fall to the point where he had to worry about even a few hundred Galleons all the time, and he still had the shamelessness to ask for it back in advance?

"Mr. Riddle, you can use the money without worry." Dumbledore said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "I'm apologizing for other things. I have received your criticism of the school this morning. I can guarantee the safety of the students in the school."

Tom's brain worked quickly and he soon figured out what was going on.

He actually noticed the appearance of Professor McGonagall in the morning, but he didn't take it seriously. It seemed that Professor McGonagall told Dumbledore what she said, which led to the current situation.

Tom would feel relieved as long as he was not asked for money.

"Professor, of course I believe you. The appearance of the giant monster is just an accident."

In the years that Dumbledore was the headmaster of Hogwarts, although there were many incidents, only Cedric died, and he died after being teleported away.

So there is nothing wrong with him making this promise, and it doesn't count as setting a flag.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, and chatted with Tom for a while before letting him go.

·

In the afternoon, after the Herbology class, Tom went straight to the Forbidden Forest. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he cast a layer of Disillusionment Spell on himself in advance.

But even so, when passing by Hagrid's cabin, the hound Yaya tied at the door was still barking at the air.

"Woof woof woof! Woof woof—woof~!"

The roar suddenly turned into a whimper because Tom looked over. Dogs are quite sensitive to danger, especially hounds.

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"YaYa, what are you yelling about!"

Hagrid, who was working in the vegetable garden, heard the barking of a hound and hurried over to check what was going on, but there was no one in front of him, only Yaya holding his dog's head.

Tom has entered the Forbidden Forest.

The shortcomings of the Disillusionment Spell are quite obvious. Although it can use light to hide traces, it cannot cover up the smell. If you want to hide yourself better, you still have to use magic with corresponding functions.

However, Tom has never seen any magic that can hide the smell. The magic world has always had an arrogant prejudice against magical creatures and does not bother to study any spells targeting them.

Even with a freak like Newt, this kind of thinking is difficult to change.

"You should try to develop magic yourself," Andros suddenly bubbled.

"Oh, me?"

Tom was stunned and stopped walking.

He never thought about creating his own magic. It's not that he has no ambition, but he feels that creating his own magic is not something he can access at this stage, or... it's unnecessary.

It won't be too late to study it after he has gone further on the path of magic.

Understanding Tom's idea, Andros in the space laughed and shook his head, answering Tom's doubts: "Creating your own magic, or modifying existing magic to be more suitable for you is also a part of practice."

"Don't be too...what's the word, oh, sell yourself short, Tom, you're really great."

"Not to mention compared to your peers, even compared to adult wizards you are an excellent wizard, so you are qualified to go further. In the process of creating and modifying magic, you will have new thoughts and better understand the nature of magic."

"I see." Tom nodded and wrote down the matter of his own creation.

Andros nodded in satisfaction.

From the recognition level that had almost reached 90% without him noticing, it was clear that Andros' words were not because Tom controlled everything about him, but were truly from the bottom of his heart.

Look at what the eleven-year-olds around Tom are doing. Not to mention eleven years old, even if you count the entire school, there are not many people who study as hard as he does.

Children are at a stage where they are full of energy and very playful. After puberty, they become even more restless and will do anything. Just don't expect them to study.

But Tom has never slacked off since the first day they met until now. He not only studies outside, but also uses the study space as mentioned above every night without fail.

With this kind of perseverance, even a fool can achieve something.

Others have been playing for seven years, while Tom has been studying for seven years. After graduation, he will be troubled by the trivialities of life again, and the gap will only get bigger and bigger.

Andros was proud to have trained such a disciple.

In fact, Andros didn't know that Tom was able to persist in high-intensity learning. On the one hand, it was because his adult thinking and grasp of the future made him understand the importance of strength. On the other hand, it was actually the credit of the system.

Although the system does not display specific proficiency, it does have credits.

An increase in credits means that he has really learned something instead of just wasting time, which is equivalent to visualizing his progress.

Every time he saw the credits increase, Tom became full of energy and wished he could work for a few more hours.

Thus, a wonderful misunderstanding was created, but it was not a problem. On the contrary, it helped to cultivate recognition. When it reached 100, another talent could be drawn.

Arriving at the place where the potion was brewed last night, Tom saw from a distance a house-elf staring at the crucible in a daze…

Tom thought for a moment and called out his name tentatively: "Andu?"

The elf jumped up suddenly, turned around and bowed to Tom, "Master Riddle, Andu is not lazy, Andu is not in a daze!"

Tom looked at the color of the potion in the crucible and confirmed that everything was on track. He smiled and nodded to the elf: "Well, I know, the potion is in very good condition, thank you for your hard work.

"It's not hard, Master Riddle is so kind!"

Just a polite word of comfort could make the house-elves so terrified. Tom didn't know what they had been through to have slavery engraved in their genes.

However, he did not think about changing the current situation of the house-elves. After all, he was the beneficiary and was not the kind of person who would betray his class.

Tom squatted down, injected magic power with his wand and stirred the potion. The potion, which was originally just bubbling slightly, suddenly boiled, and then he added a new round of materials.

Under the sunlight, the potion now appears an alluring purple-red color. When it is added to the heart of the fire dragon at the last moment of the three days, it will completely turn blood red.

That's what Andros said, anyway.

After observing for a while, he told An to watch carefully and left.

In the next two days, the Forbidden Forest almost became Tom's second rest room. He would come to take a look when he got up in the morning, during his lunch break, and in the evening after his night tour.

He actually didn't know how effective the potion recommended by Andros was, but during this brewing process, he gained a lot of experience in potions, but also had more doubts.

In the past, he would have definitely gone to Snape to answer his questions, but he wasn't in the mood to do so recently.

The headmaster of Snake House seemed to have entered menopause. His temper became more gloomy and irritable, and it affected not only Harry and the first-year Gryffindors, but almost everyone except the Slytherin students fell into his hunting range.

Not only the students, but even the professors were confused, not knowing who had angered Snape again.

Only Tom and Dumbledore knew why.

Dumbledore

It was because Snape came to him to claim reimbursement for what he knew without approval. As for Tom... he did it all by himself, how could he not know?

But according to Tom's observation, Snape did not doubt anyone else at all, and just stared at Quirrell.

As a result, Quirrell didn't even dare to come to the auditorium recently except for classes, for fear of running into Snape.

Finally, it's Saturday.

The first Quidditch match of the year is about to begin.

There is a saying in the Muggle world that sports are war in peacetime.

At Hogwarts, Quidditch is actually more like a war between the four houses. It is their most direct form of confrontation.

A few days before the match 3.3, the atmosphere in the castle had become tense. In both houses, each Quidditch player was surrounded by several classmates or senior students.

They are not allowed to act alone to avoid being ambushed, and before eating anything, someone has to taste it for them to ensure the safety of the food.

The level of security shocked Tom. There were always three tall fifth-year boys around Harry, and his thin figure was completely invisible.

Slytherin's Seeker Terence Higgs was no less capable, with fifth-year male prefect Flint serving as his bodyguard.

"Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?" Tom couldn't help but complain.

"That's for sure, Tom."

The team's Chaser, Adrian Puse, turned around and looked at Tom seriously: "Two years ago, I just became a regular player of the team, but Gryffindor gave me a strong laxative.

I feel like I'm going to have an a**l prolapse."

"Can a Gryffindor be so sinister?" Tom opened his mouth in surprise.

Although he didn't like reckless lions, he really didn't think this was something a Gryffindor would do.

Most of them are honest.

It's rare to see someone like Peter Pettigrew.

"They are the worst kind!"

Pusey gnashed his teeth in hatred, "The one who gave them the laxative is the batter of their team now, the twins."

"You b*****d Weasley, it was Marcus who broke Wood's nose, why did you drug me!"

Tom: "..."

Okay, case solved.

Sure enough, it was Slytherin who made the first move, which fits his stereotype.