HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

"The upcoming holiday is Christmas, not April Fools' Day, Mr. Riddle.

Snape's voice was calm, but even a fool could hear the sarcasm in it.

"Professor, I can still read the calendar."

"Why don't you take back what you just said?"

Tom tilted his head slightly: "Why take it back, Professor? Don't you think that your relationship with me has reached the point of joking?"

Snape's face darkened.

Can you please shut your mouth since you can't speak?

Tom seemed not to notice his expression and sighed, "Professor, I just realized that the path of learning magic is so lonely. Without a clear standard, I have no idea where I am going."

"The students in our academy... well, there is still a lot of room for improvement, but there is no way to measure my ability anymore."

You are quite good at using fancy words.

Snape's face twitched when he heard Wayne's euphemism. He took a breath and said, "So you're targeting me?"

"Yes." Tom said as a matter of course: "You are my dean. Isn't it your responsibility to help students improve?"

"You can just smile secretly because you have such an excellent student like me."

"It's just a fight. It won't take much time."

Tom just wanted to do a test.

Snape's strength should be considered a watershed in the wizarding world.

There are not many people stronger than him in the entire wizarding world, excluding Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Even Moody, who is known as the strongest Auror, may be stronger than him, but he is only a wizard of the same level after all.

However, Moody has more combat experience and his magic power may be stronger as well, so the gap is not that big.

Some elite Death Eaters can also reach this level.

And below them are the normal elite Aurors, such as Kingsley Shacklebolt. If he duels with Snape, Kingsley Shacklebolt will definitely lose.

Going further down, there is a group of vegetable B.

Anyone can win or lose. Tom thinks Lupin and Sirius are more representative. They look powerful, but in fact, they are just so-so.

Especially Sirius, who is just fierce and willing to fight to the death, but is essentially a paper tiger.

Therefore, Snape was a good measuring stick for him. As long as he got Snape's approval, he could be a little more unrestrained in doing things during this holiday.

If he surpasses Snape... then he can just say "I don't eat beef" to most wizards.

After all, Tom's holiday plan included some dangerous things he wanted to do, and he couldn't just rely on those ten minutes of physical exercise every day.

Snape gave Tom a long look.

He was also a little moved.

He was able to beat seventh graders just one month into his studies. Now that a semester has passed, how much has Riddle grown?

Did it meet his expectations?

Of course, these are not really important.

The important thing is... I can teach this kid a lesson openly!

Damn it, if he lets go of such a good opportunity, is he still human?

"I promised, today..."

"Stop! What are you doing!"

Before Snape could finish his words, a stern rebuke came from the stairs.

It was Professor McGonagall who arrived. Seeing several people fighting, she became so angry that her face turned red and she kept shouting at them to stop fighting.

When I came over to take a look, I felt even more dizzy and almost fainted.

It wasn't because two of her students were among the fighting students, but because of Snape.

There was such a lively fight going on up there, and as the dean of the college, you didn't stop it, but actually stood a few steps away and started chatting with the students?

Snape's face rarely turned red. He was so busy chatting with Tom, trying to make sure whether this kid really wanted to be beaten, that he forgot about Malfoy.

Tom also looked over. Malfoy was not in a very good condition at this moment. There was a big tear in his school uniform robe and several scratches on his face. His platinum-blond hair, which was combed inwards without a single strand, was also in a mess.

But he looked much better than Harry and Ronald.

There was no other way, three against two, and Goyle and Crabbe were heavy enough to take on both Harry and Ronald.

The two were smart, and they fought Malfoy alone, barely turning the situation around.

"Minerva, you're just in time~`" Snape returned to normal and said solemnly, "I was just about to deal with you when you showed up. I just saw that it was Weasley who wanted to fight Malfoy first, Crabbe and Goyle were just helping his friends."

"Malfoy was the first to say something bad!" Harry's glasses were broken, but luckily he could use the repair spell now, so he quickly fixed them and began to defend his friend:

"Professor McGonagall, Malfoy mocked Ronald's family, saying...Hagrid's cottage was a palace.

Ronald's face turned red with anger and he stared at Malfoy.

Professor McGonagall looked over sternly: "Mr. Malfoy, is what Potter said true?"

Facing Professor McGonagall, even if Snape was here he wouldn't dare to lie, he could only turn his head away and respond with silence.

"Good, very good."

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and said, "You are still causing trouble for me when the holidays are approaching.

Each of you will be deducted 20 points! In addition to the homework during the holidays, you must write a 5,000-word self-review and hand it in to me after school starts.

Then, you will be put in detention for another half a month!"

In terms of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor, Professor McGonagall was in decline and punished them all.

Without even asking for Snape's opinion, he announced the punishment and sent them to the school hospital for treatment. If anyone dared to talk to him again, all the punishments would be doubled.

Harry and the others could only attack each other with their eyes and went upstairs with their mouths tightly shut.

Snape was furious.

It was all Riddle's fault. If he hadn't stopped me, things wouldn't have gotten so bad. Gryffindor was already in a bad state, and now they're in last place due to points deducted from their defensive rebounding.

But Slytherin was not like that. The key point was that they still deducted points from three people. What a huge loss!

Who would have thought that Professor McGonagall with thick eyebrows and big eyes would become so sinister, using the already rotten Gryffindor to drag Slytherin, who had great hopes of winning the championship, into the water.

Snape glared at Tom fiercely and whispered, "Come to the Quidditch field at twelve o'clock tonight. I don't have much here, but I have a lot of healing potions. You know the consequences of not coming..."

With that, Snape strode away, the wind blowing his robes up [and he turned into his old bat form again.

The last dinner before the holiday was particularly sumptuous. The walls of the auditorium were already covered with holly and mistletoe as decorations. Twelve towering Christmas trees were topped with huge, transparent crystal balls, adding to the festive atmosphere.

The students were chatting animatedly, sharing their holiday plans with their friends, and the professors in the guest seats were all smiles.

But Tom found that Quirrell was not here, and he wanted to remind Quirrell to remember to give him a Christmas present on Christmas.

Unfortunately, I was still a step too late. Judging from the situation, Quirrell might have left school early.

After the dinner, the lounge was still lively. Tom simply found an opportunity to sneak out early and went to the Room of Requirement to stretch his body. At half past eleven, he arrived at the Quidditch field.

At twelve o'clock, Snape showed up on time.

She was still dressed in the same black robe, but she looked completely different in Tom's eyes.

At this moment, Snape exuded a sharp aura, his robes fluttered due to the vibration of magic, and a slender wand was already held in his hand, hanging diagonally and pointing to the ground.

Tom could feel it.

He really wanted to beat himself up.

Judging from the momentum, I wonder if he is preparing to duel with Ablida.

Um?

Thinking of Dumbledore, Tom looked up at the highest spire of the castle, which had the best view of the entire castle. Even though the Quidditch pitch was surrounded by high walls, it could not block the prying eyes.

Tom jokingly said, "Professor, do you think...will Professor Dumbledore be the only spectator of this duel?"

"Don't think too much." Snape stretched out his voice: "He has left the castle. No one will come to disturb us, and no one will come to rescue you."

Snape raised his wand and made duel etiquette: "Stop wasting time, start early and finish early. I don't want to sit here with you in the cold wind, Riddle. As a professor, I will let you make the first move."

"The professor is generous."

Tom also raised his wand and bowed slightly. At the same time, a thundercloud appeared above Snape's head and smashed down on his head.

Although it was very sudden, Snape was a veteran, and his body's reaction speed was almost immediately before his brain issued a command [quickly erected a magic barrier to block the lightning.

He wanted to scold Tom for not following martial ethics, but do you think Tom has fulfilled the etiquette of dueling?

Done.

It's just that he cast a spell while completing it. Should I say he is worthy of being a Slytherin student?

Even this vague rule has to be taken into account.

After resisting the first wave of attacks, Snape stirred the wind and clouds, and the weather spell floating above his head broke, turning into black flames, whistling towards Tom.

"Little tricks don't work on me."

Even at this time, he still did not forget to taunt. No one can do anything today. Tom Riddle, the Half-Blood Prince, will definitely be beaten!

"Come on, Professor, it's just a greeting."

White light emerged on Tom's surface, turning him into a big light bulb, radiating light in all directions, and the black smoke melted like ice and snow when it touched him.

"Patronus Charm?" Snape frowned, somewhat unsure of his own judgment.

Can this thing also block my own dark magic?

Regardless of Snape's ignorance, this was Andros's absolute advantage.

In the modern magic world, it is generally believed that Patronus is a countermeasure magic used to deal with Dementors and Voldemorts. The reason why it is famous is, firstly, because of the notoriety of Dementors, and secondly, because it is too difficult to learn.

If you can master this spell before graduation, you will definitely get extra points in the exam.

But the appearance of Dementors and Azkaban Prison happened in the 15th century, only a few hundred years ago.

But the Patronus spell has been passed down for thousands of years, and Andro has gained great fame from it.

How could it have only this single function?

The truth is, in ancient times, there were not as many defensive magics and antidotes against black magic as there are now, so the Patronus Charm became a universal antidote, a powerful positive energy that could resist the erosion of darkness.

However, due to the development of magic and the high threshold, this method was gradually lost.

After all, it is difficult to master the Patronus, let alone advanced applications.

"…"go!"

Most of the black smoke was dissipated, and the remaining half deformed and solidified into densely packed daggers. Snape pulled his wand, and the soil on the ground turned into a thick set of armor, and the daggers hit the armor with a clanging sound.

Tom spun around at high speed, and flames surrounded the field.

Two fire snakes rushed out from behind Snape and attacked him, but they were blown into black smoke.

Snape's robe swung, and he seemed to have turned into a giant bat jumping on the ground.

He was incredibly agile and jumped out of the circle of fire after several consecutive jumps.

"Professor, this magic can

Can you teach me?" Tom asked.

"If you defeat me, I can consider it." Snape's expression remained calm, but he was extremely happy in his heart.

This speed of progress...Tom gave him so many surprises.

It is difficult to transform magical products, but Tom can not only transform them, but also use magic.

He had only seen this method in Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. He himself...might succeed, but there was also a chance of failure. He would never dare to try it lightly in the actual combat.

"Who taught you Transfiguration?" Snape couldn't help asking.

He suspected that Dumbledore was giving Tom some special treatment.

"A teacher." Tom said honestly. Isn't Andros a teacher? He can even change the form of a patronus. You can imagine his attainments in Transfiguration.

It can be said that Tom's strongest skill now is Transfiguration, and the others are somewhat inferior.

"Forget it."

Snape's face darkened. "Let me see how many tricks you have up your sleeve."

After saying that, he flicked his wand and two invisible sharp blades formed. Tom raised his eyebrows and without hesitation, he conjured a water wall and pushed it forward. Suddenly, two cracks appeared on the water wall.

Cut off the flow.

Tom instantly strengthened the defenses at these two locations, and after a clang, the spell collapsed.

"Professor, I want to learn this trick too."

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you. I'll give it all to you!"

Snape was sure that Tom was really qualified to compete with him. His blood, which had long since cooled, began to boil, and his aura rose again.

Tom couldn't find a suitable opponent, and so could he?

Fighting Dumbledore? That's asking for trouble.

It would not be appropriate to rashly challenge other professors. As for the Death Eaters, the militant ones have been locked up, and those who are still outside are just a bunch of scum.

Unexpectedly, a first-year student would become his best opponent.

Snape no longer held back. Under his control, a goal post flew up and turned into a thick and large arrow. He also attached flames to the arrow and shot...

No, it hit Tom!

Tom's face also changed, and he cursed: "Old bat, do you still have any shame!"