HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

Can the Philosopher's Stone heal diseases?

The answer is yes, otherwise Voldemort would not risk his life and come to Hogwarts to steal the treasure in such a weak state.

But just as there is no medicine that can cure all diseases in the world, the Philosopher's Stone is not as magical as the legend says.

Tom had never seen Daphne like this before. She was anxious and eager, but also afraid that the answer she got would disappoint her and she was afraid to face it.

Rarely, Tom became cautious in his words and held the girl's hand in front of Hermione.

"Daphne, the essence of alchemy is equal exchange. The Philosopher's Stone is a large concentration of magic power. It can make people immortal, which means it can convert magic power into vitality.

"Some diseases... can be cured by replenishing vitality, but some diseases... cannot be cured. Instead, vitality will become nutrients for pathogens and aggravate the condition."

Tom spoke softly, looking at Daphne who was gradually calming down: "I guess you are asking this question on behalf of your sister, right?"

"Yeah." Daphne also nodded.

"So we need to analyze each case specifically. I still don't know the specific situation of your sister, so how can I make you a promise irresponsibly? Can you tell me about her situation? The more I know, the better I can help you find a solution."

Hermione also looked at Daphne. She had been holding her breath and keeping quiet since just now.

Hermione never knew that Daphne had a sick sister.

Daphne was silent for a long time, as if she was hesitating whether to speak out. Finally, she took a deep breath and made up her mind:

"Actually, Astoria's condition isn't really an illness; it's a curse."

"curse?!"

Hermione screamed, "Daphne, someone put a curse on you? This is too cruel!"

Daphne is eleven years old this year, and her sister is at most ten years old. Is there really someone so vicious as to murder a ten-year-old girl?

Voldemort: Yes, I am still nine years younger for things like this. I won't let go of even a one-year-old child.

Facing Hermione's shock, Daphne shook her head.

"This curse is not directed at Daphne, but at the Greengrass family."

"More than 20,033 of my ancestors have died from this curse. I have an aunt who died before I was born, and she was also cursed.

"Astoria has been sickly since she was a child. No matter how much nutrition she takes, she is still so thin that a gust of wind can blow her down."

"I don't know the specific circumstances. My mother must know, but she didn't tell me."

Daphne finished speaking in one breath and sighed heavily.

Tom and Hermione were also silent, not knowing how to start.

Words of comfort were of no use. Only when Astoria's problem was completely resolved could Daphne's depression disappear.

Hermione suddenly stood up, and Tom and Daphne looked at him in confusion.

"I'm going to the library. Maybe there are records of related magic there."

Daphne was touched by Hermione's behavior.

Apart from liking to snatch Tom from her, Hermione was a good friend in other aspects.

But she still pulled Hermione to sit down again.

"Silly Hermione, this is a curse that can be passed down for many generations. It is definitely the most powerful dark magic. Even if the school has relevant records, they must be in the restricted area. How could you find it in the ordinary area?"

When Hermione thought about it, she realized that this was indeed the case, and the momentum she had just built up immediately dissipated.

"Sorry Daphne."

"You don't have to apologize. I will find a way to heal Astoria."

"Astoria is quite pitiful, but there shouldn't be any problems recently."

Tom spoke at this time, attracting the attention of the two: "Our main task now is to study. Only when we are strong enough can we be more confident in doing what we want."

Daphne and Hermione both nodded. Seeing how motivated they were, Tom added another class today.

After the two finished their training, Tom stayed alone in the Room of Requirement to think.

Originally he had no intention of getting involved in the matter of the Philosopher's Stone. After all, Dumbledore was basically watching the whole process. If he wanted to snatch the treasure just after entering the first year, there would be a lot of trouble in the future.

But Daphne's guess made Tom waver in his thoughts.

What if the Philosopher's Stone can help Astoria?

He has been cultivating their relationship since the beginning of the school year, so it is impossible for him to be indifferent to Daphne's affairs.

She is his future girlfriend, and Astoria is his future sister-in-law.

Half of the sister-in-law's butt belongs to his brother-in-law, so round it off.

The whole butt belongs to my brother-in-law.

Could he not help solve the problem?

Entering the study space, Tom told Andros everything.

After listening to this, Andros frowned deeply.

"What a vicious curse. I know something about curses, but for one curse to last this long... I'm sorry, Tom. I can't guarantee anything without seeing the person in person, but it's likely that I can't do anything about it."

"As for the Philosopher's Stone you mentioned, you can give it a try, or just go find Nicolas Flamel directly."

"Damn it, I've never heard of an alchemist who has lived for more than 600 years."

Mentioning Nicolas Flamel, Andros was also amazed. In his time, alchemy had not yet become a system. Only those with low talent for magic would study such inferior tricks.

But the fact that he was able to create the Philosopher's Stone was enough to prove that Nicolas Flamel was fundamentally different from the fraudulent alchemists he knew.

"That makes sense." Tom's eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized that he was being too stubborn.

The person who created the Philosopher's Stone is not dead yet, so why are you fighting for it?

In an instant, Tom's goal changed from stealing the Philosopher's Stone to finding a way to contact Nicolas Flamel.

...

In the new week, the weather became colder and it rained continuously outside the castle. This made Tom glad that he had finished the strengthening potion a few days ago, otherwise he would have to put the potion away and wait until the sun came out again to continue boiling it.

The increasingly humid dormitory made Tom irritable. His clothes, bed, and curtains all became wet.

Amidst his emotional fluctuations, Tom actually created a magic trick of his own.

To the astonishment of Shabini and the other two, the moisture in the air, on the quilt, and in the clothes actually condensed together, and the mildew spots in the dark corners were also sucked over.

Water vapor and mildew aggregated into a green water ball the size of a head, and the air in the room began to circulate, no longer as stuffy as before, an obvious sign of a decrease in water vapor concentration.

Is that it?

Tom was also a little bit unbelievable. He had just been thinking in his mind that it would be great if he could squeeze out all the excess water, but it turned out to be so easy to succeed.

"What do you think?"

After Andros learned about this, he said with a smile: "Do you think creating your own magic is a complicated thing?"

"You have an idea to accomplish something, and your magic supports you to do it, plus a sudden flash of inspiration, and the Ten Maha Dharma was created.

Tom understood.

This is not a math problem. It requires rigorous logic and detailed process. Even if you miss a word, you will lose points.

Magic is the most unreasonable existence and an absolutely idealistic force.

In some cases, it can be regarded as the power of my thinking.

So when his emotions reached their peak, naturally, a very practical life spell was created.

Tom threw the water ball into the bathroom, and came back to look for the feeling just now. Soon he succeeded again, but this time it was the other way around, and the room became humid again.

The incantations of the two spells are 'Dehumidify and Eliminate Mildew' and 'Reduce Dryness and Increase Steam', which correspond to the dehumidification spell and the humidification spell.

Two simple household charms made Tom happy for the whole day, and seeing him happy made Daphne happy too.

The two of them laughed foolishly during the entire Transfiguration class, which made Professor McGonagall think they were under some kind of spell and asked them about it out of concern.

Tom: "I don't know. I'm just in a good mood today and feel like laughing."

Daphne: "I don't know, but when I see Tom smile, I want to smile too."

Hermione clapped her hand to her forehead.

These two idiots are hopeless.

In the afternoon, when Tom was taking Daphne for a walk on the grass in front of the castle, they suddenly saw Snape walking out of the Forbidden Forest.

Tom rolled his eyes and brought Du Dafne to block him.

"Good afternoon, professor."

Snape took two steps back cautiously and looked at the sky.

Judging from his knowledge of astronomy, the sun still rises from the east today.

But why did Tom take the initiative to greet him?

Although the relationship between the two has eased a lot, Tom really has no respect for him at all. It feels like they are communicating with each other like colleagues. [Song would flatter him a little when asking questions.

But that only involves professional fields and has nothing to do with personal character.

Something must be wrong when things are out of the ordinary, so Snape became extremely alert.

But Tom seemed not to notice the alert look on his face. When Snape stepped back, he took two steps closer with a smile and suddenly became mysterious and said, "Professor, you should have noticed that Harry's broom was tampered with during the match on Saturday."

Snape's expression changed slightly. "What did you say? I don't understand."

Tom ignored him and continued, "I heard... Harry thought you were the one who wanted to hurt him. Someone saw you staring at the Nimbus 2000 and muttering something. If Professor Quirrell's injury hadn't affected you, Harry would have been smashed into a pulp.

Snape almost vomited blood!

He worked so hard to resist Quirrell's curse, but how come he was regarded as the murderer in the end?

It's unfair!

"Nonsense!" Snape growled.

Snape felt even more guilty than a Squib accused of killing Dumbledore with the Killing Curse.

"An idiot who doesn't even know who his enemy is is just making random guesses. Who said that? Tell me and I'll deduct his points!"

Snape was really anxious, and he wanted to throw Harry into the detention room for ten days or half a month right now.

"I don't know which Weasley in the same grade said that. Tom blinked and said innocently, "If it is a misunderstanding, then Professor, go and explain it to Harry quickly, otherwise it will be you who will suffer the loss of reputation."

"I explain to him?" Snape was so angry that he laughed.

"No, it's not a misunderstanding now. Potter is right. I really want to kill him and Weasley...Okay, very good, very good!"

After saying that, Snape strode past the two men and walked towards the castle aggressively.

Daphne was completely confused by Tom's actions, "Tom, do you think Potter's performance in Potions class is not bad enough? Don't you have a good relationship with him?

"Don't worry." Tom waved his hand. "Even if Professor Snape is mad to death, he won't do anything to Harry. At most he will torture him."

"My main target is Ronald. I haven't settled the score with him for saying Hermione has no friends last time."

"I see." Daphne suddenly realized.

arrive

On Tuesday, Snape saw his chance for revenge.

When he stepped into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the Gryffindor students seemed to be strangled by the neck and could not make a sound.

"Professor Quirrell injured his brain during the game, but it doesn't matter to him. The Winged Demons would sigh when they saw his brain." Snape said a cold joke, but

Their knowledge reserves at this level do not support their understanding of such profound concepts.

Only Hermione's face turned red. The Winged Demon is a 5X dangerous magical creature that feeds on human brains. Doesn't Snape mean that Quirrell has no brains?

"The important thing is that he suffered severe bruises and multiple fractures when he fell down the stairs, and he refused to accept treatment from Madam Pomfrey, so... you have been here for the past two weeks.

I will be teaching your Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Harry looked grim.

One doesn't know how to cherish until one loses something. He would rather Quirrell come back and let them recite the text and do reading comprehension than see Snape again.

"Potter." Snape said lazily, as if he was teasing a pet at home: "Tell me, if I want to drive away a group of ghouls, what spell is most suitable?

.

Sure enough, familiar recipe, familiar process.

Harry stood up numbly: "Professor, I don't know."

"I know you don't."

The Slytherin students burst into laughter, and Malfoy's neck turned red with laughter. When the laughter gradually died down, Snape looked at Harry with amusement: "I just want you to understand that it's not just in

You need to work hard to catch up with others in Potions, and the same goes for Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Such simple knowledge, even Weasley next to you can answer it with his eyes closed, and you actually said you don't know?"

Ronald gritted his teeth, wishing he could have a fight with Snape.

But he didn't dare.

"Turn to page 59 and memorize the spell of the banishing spell. Don't wave your baseball bat around foolishly to drive away the ghouls. You are wizards, not savages.

Harry subconsciously thought of the twins hitting the Bludger.

So... let me ask you a question, how many people does Snape want to scold?