HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

Mrs. Greengrass received one or two letters from her eldest daughter almost every week.

At the beginning, the letters were filled with Daphne's longing for and attachment to home, and she would often greet her and care about Astoria's physical condition.

But ever since he asked for the money that time, things started to go wrong.

The first one is a family letter, and the second one... should be called "Tom Riddle's Days at Hogwarts". The frequency of appearance of the name Tom in it almost exceeds the total of hers and Astoria's.

From that time on, Mrs. Greengrass began to wonder what kind of person Tom Riddle was, "to the point of being able to charm her daughter so much.

After seeing the real person today, Mrs. Greengrass couldn't help but nodded.

As expected of her daughter, she has a good eye. She is sure that Tom is definitely the best-looking one in Hogwarts without knowing him.

etc.

All the money Daphne asked for...wasn't it all spent on this child?

Never mind, it's not much anyway, not a big deal.

Mrs. Greengrass didn't know at this time that she had not only guessed the correct answer, but she had also guessed wrong...

Not only her money, but also her second daughter's money, all went into someone's pocket.

After a few pleasantries, Mrs.

Greengrass became more and more fond of the polite Tom and took the initiative to invite him: "Tom, why don't you spend Christmas with Daphne? She said in the letter that she would not have made so much progress this semester without your help.

It's a good opportunity for you to take care of her.

Don't you know that I can't control this child at home.

"Mom!" The girl couldn't help but complain, why did she tell her embarrassing story.

She had always acted like a lady in front of Tom, but now it was all exposed.

But Daphne still looked at the boy expectantly. Even though she had been rejected before, what if Tom changed his mind?

Unfortunately, Tom refused again this time and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm afraid it won't work this holiday. Daphne and I have already made an appointment to visit you next summer vacation, and I may even stay for a long time. Just don't think I'm annoying."

"How could that be?" Mrs. Greengrass smiled gently: "The longer you stay, the better. You are always welcome.

Tom also smiled and nodded, and after saying a few words, he took the initiative to leave so as not to disturb the reunion of mother and daughter.

An hour and a half later, he returned to the children's home.

Luckily he had the key with him. No one was home. Seth was in boarding school and didn't plan to come back for Christmas. Several other problem children who were temporarily boarding there also left.

There was a layer of dust in the room, and it seemed that Mrs. Arman had not been there for some time.

Picking up the cleaning tools, Tom began to clean the house. This made him a little uncomfortable. He was used to using magic to do many things, and he felt restrained after coming back.

After a long time of cleaning up, Tom ate a few snacks he had brought in the car, took a shower and fell asleep.

The next day, he took a bus to the city center and entered the Diagon House through the Leaky Cauldron.

There were a lot of people coming and going today. Tom saw many of his Hogwarts classmates, and some of them nodded to him.

He went to Tofan Clothing Store and chose a winter robe that cost thirty Galleons for himself. He put it on on the spot and then came to the vicinity of Gringotts, found an alley and went in.

The alley is very winding and narrow, only enough for three people to walk side by side.

After walking for five minutes, I felt relieved.

Well... actually it's not very open. Compared to the spacious Diagon Alley, the road here is more than half narrower. The surrounding houses are also dirty and dilapidated, the signs are hung crookedly, and even the sky has become foggy.

This...is Knockturn Alley, or the wizard's black market.

Some inconvenient things can be bought and sold here.

Tom rubbed his face, sorted out his expression, and then walked into the alley.

He looked at his surroundings in panic, like a little wizard who had lost his way and entered here by mistake.

It is called an alley, Knockover Alley, but in fact it is more like a small maze like a spider web. In addition to the main road, there are many branching alleys, and many shops are closed.

Tom passed by a shop door. There was a sign saying "Potion Shop" and two human bones hanging below. He turned pale with fright.

"Are you lost, dear?" a voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

Tom looked over and saw a hunchbacked old witch standing in front of him, holding a plate of dead people's nails. The old witch smiled at him, revealing her moss-covered teeth.

Tom held his breath, smiled in surprise and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I am lost, I want to go to Diagon Alley!"

"Haha, kid, come with me, I'll take you out."

The old witch's smile became more and more disgusting, and her voice was gentle. She waved to Tom and led him forward.

The two came to the middle of the alley, turned into a small road, and after twists and turns, they arrived in front of a door.

"Just go through here and you'll reach Diagon Alley," said the old witch, motioning Tom to go in.

Tom pushed the door open without hesitation. There was a yard inside, and a middle-aged wizard was standing there.

The wizard was a little stunned when he saw Tom suddenly rushing in. The old witch walked in and her disgusting fake smile had disappeared.

"I'm lucky. I met a lost chick. From her clothes, I know her family is well-off. I can make a lot of money this time.

The wizard immediately smiled as well.

But what puzzled them was that there was no panic or fear on Tom's face, but instead he was smiling.

The wizard looked at the old witch and said, "You didn't bring a fool with you, did you?"

The old witch was also puzzled: "This shouldn't be the case. The boy just spoke quite normally."

Tom smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not a fool, I'm just happy."

The wizard was even more speechless: "Why are you so happy? Boy, you haven't figured out the situation yet, right? Tell us your family information and ask them to pay the ransom!"

Tom shook his head: "I'm just happy that I can handle two important things at once."

"Don't worry, I'll send her to meet my parents now."

As Tom spoke, he stretched out his left hand like lightning and grabbed the old witch beside him. A layer of frost covered his palm, which then condensed into a sharp ice cone and, with Tom's own strength, pierced into the old witch's neck.

Puff!

The old witch's throat was stabbed through, and she made a "ho ho" sound, but she couldn't utter a word.

The middle-aged wizard didn't react at all. He couldn't imagine that Tom would suddenly kill him. He was still in a daze and the stun spell had already fallen on him.

Plop!

The two fell to the ground at the same time, the difference was that the old witch was dead, while the wizard was just unconscious.

Tom stood there, just watching the blood oozing from the hole in the old witch's neck.

Everything has a first time, including murder.

Don't be fooled by the ruthless and decisive action just now. In fact, it was a plan that had been made long ago. It was carried out forcefully, and the aftereffects came out now.

Tom would not miss such a good practice opportunity. He forced himself to watch the blood drain out, then he slowly exhaled and went forward to search the body.

Soon, two magic wands and a dozen Gabon bullets were found.

He went around the room again and pulled out dozens of Galleons and hundreds of Sickles, but Nat was too lazy to take them.

Really poor.

This was Tom's first feeling.

These two people were engaged in shady business, and they ended up accumulating such a small fortune.

But this is the reality at the bottom of the wizarding world.

It is unknown what the relationship between these two people is, but it is very likely that neither of them is a real graduate of Hogwarts.

Although almost all wizards in Britain study at Hogwarts, there are exceptions. Only those who have a magical riot before the age of eleven and whose record is recorded by Hogwarts can be eligible for admission.

What about the magic riot after the age of eleven?

The magic world has various crash courses in spells, and that is where these people end up.

Without a diploma, skills or connections, one can only struggle at the bottom and resort to crooked means.

Of the two wizards just now, the stronger one should be the old witch. The aura of black magic on her body has been leaking out uncontrollably, and her face has also been affected and changed. On the contrary, the male wizard is much more normal.

Tom tried it and found that the wizard's wand was more suitable for him. The girl's wand almost backfired when he used it.

The wizard's was at least functional, but it was far inferior to his own.

This is Tom's way of dealing with the fact that minors can't perform spells outside of school.

Since my wand has been traced, why not just not use it? I can just keep a distance from my wand when casting spells, so the Ministry of Magic won't notice anything.

The only problem is that it's not very convenient to use.

......

After casting a few spells in succession and finding the feel of the wand, Tom pulled out a strand of the wizard's hair, put it into the polyjuice potion, and drank it.

After drinking it, Tom turned into a wizard with his teeth bared, and his handsome little face wrinkled into a ball.

This smell...is so f*****g disgusting.

Ding Dong——!

The bell inside the door rang, the door of Borgin and Burke's shop was pushed open, and Tom, transformed into a middle-aged wizard, walked in.

He looked at the merchandise in the store, which included withered human hands, bloodstained playing cards, motionless glass, and various human bones.

There is nothing in here that you can buy and take into Hogwarts.

"Ah, a guest has arrived."

The door behind the counter was opened, and a hunchbacked man appeared behind the counter. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Tom, then smiled and said, "Michael, where did you make your fortune?"

Want to spend money with me?"

"Don't pretend, you know I'm not him." Tom withdrew his gaze from the merchandise and looked at Lai Zhe.

"Mr. Bock, we are just a simple customer and seller. If we can avoid some useless intrigue, we can both save a lot of trouble.

"The guest is really wise and decisive."

After a brief moment of surprise, Borgin and Burke regained their businesslike smile and said, "Michael, a scumbag, doesn't have the aura you have. If it weren't for the old witch who protected him,

He was eaten alive by the robbers in Knockturn Alley."

00....

Tom nodded without comment: "The old witch won't come out again, so there's nothing to worry about."

This time, Bock's smile became even more intense.

"It is my honor to serve such a good customer as you. Our store just received a new batch of goods yesterday, and the prices are absolutely fair.

Tom stated his requirements: "I need fresh or well-preserved dragon hearts, sphinx eyes and claws."

Bock's smile froze.

"A fresh... dragon heart."

"Sir, do you really not know how many laws you need to break to get this?"

Tom asked back: "If I could buy it legally, would I still come to you?"

Boqueton

I was speechless.

Even though Snape's office displays contraband items such as dragon hearts, and Ollivander uses dragon heartstrings to make wands, who are they?

Potion Master! Wand Master!

There are fire dragons that disobey discipline and die, and when their lifespans come to an end, the old dragons use their possessions to their full potential. Isn't that normal?

But how to divide it? Yifen is not as good as ordinary hands.

"Well, I'm really looking forward to meeting you, my picky guest." Bock sighed, "I have Sphinx eyeballs and claws in stock, but I don't know if you'll find a fresh dragon heart, even if it's

There is no blood left. "

Tom frowned immediately.

"But..." Bock changed the subject: "If I get any news, I can sell it to customers, or buy it for them and keep it.

How much for the eyeball and the claw?" Tom asked.

"Five hundred Galleons, a pair of eyes and a pair of claws, complete set."

This price is definitely too high. The price of a unicorn horn is no more than one hundred galleons. The preciousness of the sphinx is almost the same as that of the unicorn, and the price of the material should be

It's about the same.

At least twice the normal price.

But there is no way, it's a black market, it's a black market, how can it not be black.

Tom still paid the money. He had used some of the more than 1,000 Galleons Daphne had given him before, and with his own money and the windfall he had just picked up, after paying the 500, Tom had

The money was less than three hundred Galleons.

After Tom received the materials, he asked again, "How much do you want to sell the dragon's heart for?"

Bock thought for a moment and held up three fingers: "Three thousand Galleons."

The economic value of a fire dragon is approximately between 15,000 and 30,000. Dragon blood, dragon skin, dragon meat, and every part of it have been utilized to the extreme.

As the core of the heart, Tom can accept this price.

The last time he borrowed from Snape's office was about one-fifth of a dragon's heart. A whole heart would definitely be enough for Tom to develop drug resistance.

"The price is fair." Tom nodded, "but I don't have that much money."

Bock, who originally thought that Tom accepted the offer, couldn't laugh anymore.

Why does this sound so much like a robber?