HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

Tom's request was equally reasonable and convincing.

Quirrell is a graduate of Ravenclaw, but he also knows how serious the blood discrimination in Slytherin is.

Even though Riddle is a good student in the eyes of his teacher, it does not mean that he will be supported by other students.

Winning the House Cup is indeed a good way to improve your status within the house.

Children are children, they won't take advantage of such a good opportunity for blackmail.

Quirrell sneered in his heart, but on the surface he appreciated Tom's idea. He immediately took out a bag of 100 Galleons as hush money and said:

"Even if I'm a professor, I have to give a reason for adding extra points. I can't just give extra points arbitrarily."

"Tom, don't worry. I will ask you a few more questions in class later, and then the extra points will be justified."

"Thank you, Professor." Tom took the bag of Galleons and suddenly became curious about something: "Professor, how much does the school pay you per month?"

Quirrell didn't mind revealing this secret, and said, "I have 150 Galleons, which is relatively high among ordinary professors. The dean has more than me, but not much more."

One hundred and fifty Galleons is definitely considered a high-paying job in the wizarding world. An ordinary employee of the Ministry of Magic earns thirty to fifty Galleons, and those in higher positions earn more. "It depends on the department.

But one hundred and fifty Galleons is definitely a salary at the director level.

Quirrell said it so readily to express his appreciation for Tom. Most of the money I earn every month is given to you. What a good partner you are.

Tom nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, I'll come back next month to get the money."

"Two-two-zero" OK... huh?"

Quirrell, who was originally smiling and nodding, froze: "Tom, what do you mean?"

Tom also looked at him strangely: "Isn't it one hundred Galleons a month?"

"Yeah, isn't it?" Quirrell forced a smile and took back his previous comment on Tom.

This is a f*****g vampire!

"I'm leaving."

Tom waved his hand, and left Quirrell's office without taking a single cloud with him, only taking a hundred Galleons.

The moment the door closed, Quirrell's face became as hideous as a demon.

"Let me out!"

Voldemort growled, and Quirrell hurriedly untied his turban and crawled in front of the floor-length mirror.

On the back of his head was Voldemort's terrifying face, which was covered with bruises and scars. It was originally just ugly without these scars, but it became like this after being hit by the Bludger.

Not only was he covered in scars, but his nose was also dented, turning him into a complete monster.

Voldemort sneered.

"It's been so many years... It's been so many years since I felt threatened."

"Master, why didn't you let me do it just now?"

Quirrell remained in a prostrate position and asked in confusion: "Even if we can't kill him in the castle, we can use the Imperius Curse to control him and then erase his memory."

All that was just said was said by Voldemort at Quirrell's behest. He just couldn't understand it. Was it necessary for a first-year wizard to use such a complicated method?

"idiot!"

Voldemort cursed: "Didn't you see the Slytherin girl next to you when Riddle called you?"

"I know you have bad intentions and something to hide, but I still dare to follow you to the office. Do you really think Riddle is a fool who can't make any preparations?"

"Besides, even if you use the Imperius Curse to control him, with your limited level of dark magic, you will have to cast spells every now and then to maintain the effect."

"Dumbledore is already keeping an eye on you. Riddle, who has frequent contact with you, will definitely reveal clues. Why can't you use your brain before doing anything?"

Voldemort gave Quirrell a lesson out of frustration. In the past, such idiots were not worthy of being his subordinates, but only his younger brothers, like the two idiots following Malfoy.

But now he is weak and can only use words to deceive this fool. Even if he is smarter, he may not be able to control him.

But...there was actually another reason why Voldemort didn't think of letting Quirrell use magic to control Tom.

That's Tom's name.

Although Tom's name made him hate it, he changed his name.

But Tom Riddle is Tom Riddle. He is a unique person just by this name. Who is Quirrell to be able to control Tom?

"Keep Riddle stable first, don't worry about your little money."

Voldemort said absentmindedly, "After I am resurrected, you will be rewarded a thousandfold, and I will personally deal with Riddle. You only have two things to do now. First, find out what methods those professors have arranged in the corridor on the fourth floor."

"Second, gather the materials I need. I am too weak to even help you."

Voldemort was weaker than ever before. When Quirrell was hit, 80% of the damage was blocked by him. His already limited strength was consumed by another second.

Recently, I feel unconscious for two days out of three days, and barely survive the remaining day.

Quirrell agreed meekly. Even if Voldemort was weak, he could not think of resisting because his life and death were completely controlled by him.

But he still took this opportunity to complain: "Master, Snape stared at me like a mad dog and had inexplicable hostility towards me, as if I had robbed his house. He was a Death Eater back then, but now he works so hard for Dumbledore."

"When a person dies, the light goes out." Voldemort snorted. "It's not just Snape. After my fall, how many people willingly went to Azkaban? Even if I didn't see it, I know that those pure-blood families surrendered faster than each other."

"But so what? As soon as I regain my strength, they will immediately kneel at my feet and kiss my shoes, Snape is no exception."

"Can I contact him now?" Quirrell asked cautiously: "If he knew that you are alive, and that I am planning to get the Philosopher's Stone for you, he might become our helper."

"Who told you to act on your own?"

"ah!"

Quirrell held his head and screamed, his brain felt like it was being pierced by thousands of silver needles at the same time, causing him to have a splitting headache.

"Just do whatever I tell you to do. Don't try to find shortcuts with your stupid brain. Can't I think of things that you can think of?"

"Do you think Snape will choose Dumbledore or me who is so weak that I am not even a human being? Without me, you are a useless person who can accomplish nothing. But Snape is a master of potions. He can be successful no matter who he follows. How can he be the same as me, a useless person!"

Quirrell cried bitterly and begged for a long time before he was forgiven by Voldemort.

On the other side, Tom returned to the dormitory in a happy mood with a windfall of one hundred Galleons.

"Is there anything to eat? The waffles in the morning were too hard for my liking, and I'm not full."

The roommates who were playing Crackling Cards immediately threw away the cards and started rummaging through the drawers. Soon Tom's desk was filled with snacks.

The three of them stared at each other, forming a stable triangle.

The dispute over persimmons has always been like this, the more you eat, the less you eat.

Then how can I win Tom's appreciation?

Don't think they are timid here. Outside, relying on Tom's reputation, there is no first-year student who is not afraid of them, well, except for Greengrass.

Even senior students don't dare to order them around, which is a good thing.

In a few years, when they become seniors, the benefits will be even greater.

So the three Shabinis were basically holding a dog-licking contest to see who could lick Tom more comfortably.

While eating potato chips, Tom came to the crucible in the corner, looked at the quality of the potion being boiled inside, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, Blaise, this pot of energy potion is basically successful."

Zabini smiled excitedly.

Tom had taught him how to brew the energy potion a month ago, and after failing four or five times, he finally succeeded now.

But even so, he should be proud of it, because this is an advanced potion that even fifth and sixth grade students may not be able to master.

Nott and Rozier looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Other things can be compared, but this one really can't be compared.

Sabini is both talented and likes potions, so he is willing to spend time and money on it. The other two have neither interest nor ability [there is no way they can compete with Sabini in this regard].

"Make a few more pots tomorrow. Practice makes perfect. If you can make it several times in a row without failure, it will prove that you have mastered this potion."

Tom patted Zabini's shoulder to show encouragement. This thing is a daily consumable, Daphne and Hermione both need it, so it can be said that he has trained a free labor force.

No, not only is it free for Sabini, but these materials are all purchased by others.

Tom is eating and taking at the same time...

Although the silly boy is easy to fool, but for the sake of sustainable development, Mu decided to give him some benefits.

Tom returned to his desk, opened his schoolbag and took out his notebook. He then tore off a page from it and made a copy, then used the repairing spell to repair the notebook.

"Zabini, this is my understanding of the coma spell. It can increase the casting speed and flying speed of the spell."

Sabini took it as if it were a treasure, and Rozier and Nott's eyes turned red.

This kind of thing is a secret in their family.

Why is there such a huge difference in the effects of using the same spell?

There are many influencing factors.

In addition to the basic properties of the spell itself, the skills of the spell are also crucial.

A powerful wizard will fine-tune the spell to make it more suitable for himself.

Going a step further will improve the spell, reduce the difficulty of learning or increase the upper limit of power.

This kind of thing is called foundation.

Any family that does not possess a few special secret techniques or evil curses would be embarrassed to call itself a family.

Zabini is a pureblood, but not from a pureblood family. He is a pureblood only because his parents are purebloods. Moreover, his father is dead and his mother remarried several times with him.

Apart from material conditions such as money, Sabini is not as good as Nott and Rozier in other aspects.

"Gurgle!"

Sabini was stunned for a long time before swallowing.

"Tom...are you sure you want to give it to me?"

The Stunning Spell was a very basic spell, but if used properly it could also gain the upper hand in battle, and he didn't even dare to accept this big reward.

"If I don't give it to you, I'll just tease you. Otherwise, why would I copy it?" Tom waved his hand. "But don't make excuses to refuse me when I need you to make medicine for me in the future."

Zabini swore hastily, "Absolutely not. As long as my skills are good enough, I will help you make the potion you need in the future, Tom, and I will pay for the materials."

"Tom, is there anything you need me to do?" Nott asked expectantly, "I'm not good at professional things, but I can help you with some chores."

Rozier nodded vigorously: "Me too."

"You guys." Tom looked at them with a half-smile: "You should first find your own areas of expertise and then tell me."

Damn, this is a skill

Benefits?

Rozier and Nott fell into deep thought.

What are their advantages?

Lazy and unlearned?

Since receiving Tom's reward, Shabini's whole mental state has changed.

Not only was he paying full attention in Potions class, but he also went to the library after class and spent his free time practicing the improved version of the Stunning Spell that Tom taught him.

This is in stark contrast to the other two roommates who just eat and wait to die.

Rozier and Knott were also confused.

We agreed to be trash together, why did you suddenly roll up your sleeves?

The power of role models was demonstrated. Even if the two of them didn't like studying, they forced themselves to study in order to avoid being embarrassed by being left too far behind by Sabini.

Although he is still not as hardworking as Sabini, he is much better than other first-year students.

For example, Harry.

He seemed to be born with a sense of concern for the country and the people, and firmly believed that the professors in the school were a bunch of insects. How could he protect Dumbledore if he stayed with them?

's treasure.

So during this period of time, Harry was absent-minded in his studies, and instead put more energy into the matter of who Nicolas Flamel was. Hermione did not tell him because Hermione felt that this

Dumbledore would definitely keep the precious treasures safe. If even his arrangement was flawed, what could Harry do?

After persuading him several times, Hermione realized that Harry didn't take her words to heart at all, so she put aside her desire to help others and focused on improving herself.

Tom's progress was even faster. With the help of the strengthening potion, he was now experiencing new changes almost every week. These changes were mainly reflected in his magic power and body.

The speed is the same as before.

And after that conversation, Quirrell began to fulfill his promise and gave Tom crazy points.

This also caught someone's attention.