HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

Thanks to nature...or to be more precise, it was the gift of the Reem cow that gave Tom a present to give away this Christmas.

He soaked the fur of the Riem cattle in special herbal water, further enhancing its defense against magic.

Tom did a test and found that when he cast a spell seriously, the clothes could block several stunning spells or petrifying spells.

It's just that his craftsmanship is a bit poor, and the products he made don't look very good.

But this thing is worn inside the interlayer and not outside, so it is harmless.

The blood of the Ruiem cattle can increase strength and improve physical fitness. It is more precious than fur.

Tom gave these two things to Hermione and Daphne.

Others were eager for it, but Daphne was afraid, and Tom was also at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"How can you possibly become a vampire? Just think of it as drinking medicine, and it will pass if you endure it.

"After drinking it, your body will become strong and you will be less likely to get sick in winter." Tom coaxed Daphne like he was coaxing a child.

No, this is just coaxing a child.

Daphne has caught a cold twice in this semester and is really weak.

After hearing Tom's consolation, the girl was not so resistant anymore, but she still had a bitter face: "My mother said the same thing, and she also asked me to thank you very much, both gifts are very precious.

Tom waved his hand: "What's the relationship between us? Do I need to say thank you?"

"Hehe, that's what I told my mom too."

After Tom's coaxing and tricking, Daphne finally drank the blood. Her cute little face wrinkled into a ball, and it was obvious that the taste made her feel uncomfortable.

Soon, the fair skin began to turn red, and Dadani was so scared that she screamed.

Fortunately, Tom explained to her that this was normal, and she calmed down a little, but she also quickly hung up the two-way mirror.

She didn't want Tom to see her in such an ugly state.

After hanging up the phone, Tom stretched himself and was about to go out to stretch his body before learning magic from Grindelwald.

Grindelwald's existence is very special. After doing an experiment yesterday, he can choose to stay in the study space to rest or return to his body. However, when Tom needs him, his consciousness must come to the study space for tutoring.

This is interesting. Even without the previous restrictions, if Tom and Grindelwald fall out one day, they can just call Grindelwald over. Even if he can do two things at once, his strength will be greatly reduced.

However, this possibility may not exist. The power of the system is not so great that it cannot even restrict a King of the Century.

Just as Tom was about to go out, a ball of fire suddenly appeared in the air above the bedroom, and he took out his wand almost without thinking.

Before he could make any move, the flames condensed into a fiery red bird, with a package clutched in its two feet.

This is a phoenix.

"Chirp—!"

When Phoenix saw that Tom was actually pointing his wand at him, a very human anger flashed in his eyes and he shouted angrily twice.

"Fawkes?" Tom asked tentatively, his wand half-lowered to show that he had no hostility.

"Chiu~!"

Tom couldn't understand the bird language. Phoenix put the package on the table and stood aside combing her feathers.

"Grindelwald, Grindelwald!"

Tom quickly called out Grindelwald through his authority. Grindelwald, who was communicating with Andros through magic, was stunned.

"What's wrong?"

"Look at this bird. Is it Fox?"

Grindelwald observed the outside world and remained silent before nodding.

"Yes, this is Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes. How did it end up here with you?"

"It should be a Christmas present for me." Tom pointed to the package on the table.

Again, I can refuse it, but you can't refuse to give it to me.

To the Slytherin students, Tom was the one who received the gifts, but to Dumbledore, he was the one who gave the gifts.

But there is also an old saying that goes, "When I grow up, I will change."

When he becomes powerful, the old man will also give him gifts.

This was Tom's previous thought. He thought Dumbledore would not give him a return gift, but he didn't expect him to be so particular.

Not only did he return the gift, he also let Fox come over.

This was the first time Tom saw Fox. He had not been lucky in previous visits to the principal's office and had not seen Phoenix.

Using the Phoenix to deliver express... Only Dumbledore can do such a luxurious thing.

In the current wizarding world, in addition to the phoenix in Dumbledore's hand, there is another phoenix named "Sparks", which is the mascot of a Quidditch team and is worshipped like a master every day.

"I also want a decent pet..."

Tom looked at Fox enviously and took out the nettles, dittany and other herbs he picked from the Forbidden Forest to serve as a snack for Fox.

Fox was very satisfied with his meal and began to eat slowly.

Tom then started to open the square package, and Grindelwald's attention was completely drawn to it.

The package was opened and inside were three notebooks.

Tom turned to the first page and saw the words left by Dumbledore.

[This is a backup of the correspondence between Nico and I over the years. I hope it will be helpful to your alchemy.]

Tom continued to flip through the pages, which were all discussions about alchemy, and were arranged in chronological order.

From the first letter in 1905 to the last letter in 1990, the entire notebook was filled.

Although the content is fanciful, it is the experience of two alchemy masters. As long as you have a solid enough foundation, you can gain a lot from just reading it.

In 1905, Tom remembered that Dumbledore was born in 1981, so he was only 25 years old at that time, while Nicolas Flamel was over 500 years old. They were truly close friends regardless of age.

"Mr. Grindelwald, do you know Nicolas Flamel?" Tom suddenly asked in his heart.

The corners of Grindelwald's mouth twitched in the space.

How could he not recognize him?

If that old immortal hadn't existed, Paris would no longer exist in the world.

The next scene made Grindelwald's veins jump.

Tom put three notebooks on a book, which was the Hufflepuffs' favorite book - Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

"Why are you still watching such boring things?"

Grindelwald finally couldn't stand it anymore and started to slander: "What's the difference between this kind of book and fairy tales? There are only a few magical beasts worth noting, and there's no need to waste time understanding the others."

"Ah, but I think this book is good. It's actually good to read it in your spare time."

Tom stroked the cover of the book and exclaimed: "Mr. Newt Scamander is really an amazing person. It is he who has given people a systematic understanding of magical animals and truly regarded it as an important subject, isn't it?"

It's your head!

Grindelwald was so furious that he almost exploded. Andros looked at Grindelwald, whose face turned pale and blue, in a strange way, not knowing what was wrong with this guy.

Does he hate magical creatures so much?

"Bored?" Grindelwald said angrily, "How can you be idle when you haven't even mastered decent dark magic at your age?"

"Don't look at this useless thing, come and learn black magic from me!"

"Dark magic is more interesting than magical beasts?" Tom was so happy that he tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth.

"I will make you understand the charm of black magic." Grindelwald said this with great arrogance, but he had the capital to do so.

"Okay, wait a moment, we'll get started."

Tom stopped provoking Grindelwald. If he continued, the old man would probably get angry.

"Fox, how was your meal?" Tom looked at Phoenix with a smile.

At first glance, the phoenix in this world is actually quite ugly, but if you look closely...it's actually not that ugly. At least its feathers look extremely shiny, and there's a faint hint of flame flowing through them.

"Chirp!" After eating and drinking, Fox stretched out his long neck, and Tom reached out and stroked it gently.

He bared his fangs.

"Fox, today is Christmas. Your master has given me a gift, and you have eaten the Christmas gift I prepared for you. So now...isn't it time to return the gift?"

"???"

There was even greater doubt in Phoenix's big eyes.

"I don't want much."

Tom smiled more gently than ever before, "Give me two of your tail feathers and a few tears, and we'll be friends, what do you think?"

Fox tilted his head. Tom had already taken out the small glass bottle and placed it under the corner of his eye.

Facts have proved that even the Phoenix, which possesses extremely high intelligence, is no match for the inherently evil Slytherins, and it was able to escape only after losing a lot of fat and two tail feathers.

"You kid... are such a coward." Grindelwald's mouth twitched, and he got to know Tom again.

He is completely different from the good student he was yesterday, and now he is full of bad intentions.

But it's better this way. He would be uncomfortable if he cultivated another Dumbledore-like character.

*...

"Please excuse me, Mr. Grindelwald." Tom sighed in self-pity, "Children from poor families have to grow up early, let alone an orphan like me. I can only live frugally.

Grindelwald said calmly: "As long as you have magic, all the accessories will come to you like a tide."

"Remember, Tom, magic is power."

In the study space, perhaps to prove what he just said - black magic is more interesting than magical beasts, or perhaps to prove himself in front of his peers, Grindelwald's salary increase is his trump card.

A king of the ancient century and a king of the modern century, how could he not lose face.

"If you want to kill the fire dragon once and for all, then limiting its flying advantage is a problem that needs to be solved urgently. Only by making it stay on the ground and fight with you can you kill it.

"This is the black magic I created - the Hand of Hell."

boom---!

The flat ground suddenly opened up, and two energy hands wrapped in blue flames emerged from the cracks, clenched their fists tightly, and then exploded with a bang.

Tom's eyes lit up.

Coach, I want to learn some moves!

Suddenly, Grindelwald smiled. "Your headmaster is a rare master of Transfiguration. I have fought with him many times. Among the large creatures he transformed into was a fire dragon. This spell of mine is to restrain his Transfiguration."

He waved his hand, and the blue flames in the sky were attracted and gathered towards him, condensing into a fireball the size of a basketball.

"There are more advanced applications later, but that will have to wait until you master this magic."

"The first thing you need to learn is the Fiery Spell.

When I say learn, I don't mean you can set fire, but you need to use your own magic power to suppress the Fiery Spell and control the spread of the fire.

Magic that cannot be controlled by wizards is garbage, and those who use this kind of magic are even more useless."

Tom suddenly thought of Goyle, who seemed to be burned by his own fierce fire.

Deadly.

The first step is the Fire Curse. This is the difference between white magic and black magic. White magic requires gradual progress. Black magic is whatever you want to learn. The first step is the three unforgivable

You can use either the forgiveness curse or the curse.

However, even if you learn how to deal with a dragon, it is useless. The dragon's vitality is not comparable to that of a wizard. The professors' killing curses cannot kill the dragon directly. At most, they can make it weak.

Weak nosebleed.

It still requires fierce fire and direct lethal black magic to be effective.

With the existence of the Black Magic Heart, Tom's learning speed is very fast, even surpassing the learning speed of other magics, which makes Andros a little suspicious [Is Tom

A natural born blacksmith.

Andros was also learning along. In his time, there was no Fiendfyre spell, so he could only release a small flame, but Tom could already skillfully release a large amount of Fiendfyre.

Control its spread in one direction.

What follows is more delicate operation, condensing it into shape, raising the temperature, until finally, like Grindelwald, he treats the Fiendfyre as a plaything.

In the next few days, Tom stayed at home and studied with Grindelwald, and his credits were consumed at an alarming rate.

He had to activate the extraordinary state twice a day. Fortunately, he had enough stock before, enough for him to spend in a short period of time. In addition, black magic was an area that Tom rarely touched.

Yi can bring a lot of colleges.

The outside world, whether it is the magical world or the world of ordinary people, is undergoing a drastic change.

Suddenly, there were more than a dozen more countries in the world, and dozens of countries suddenly lost their big brother.

There are many more national governments in the Muggle world, and there are also many more Ministries of Magic in the magical world.

On the last day of 1991, Tom finally went out. He came to Michael's residence in Knockturn Alley and found a message from Borgin Borgin.

Without further ado, Tom went straight to Borgin and Burke's shop.

Old Burke had just seen off a guest who was wearing a hood and had covered his entire face with magic. His face was so wrinkled from smiling.

"It looks like a good deal, old Burke," Tom joked.

Bock didn't care about Tom's teasing, "Today is not only my lucky day, but also your lucky day."

"Hmm?" Tom looked at him puzzledly, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.

"Did you get the dragon's heart?"

"Well, it's a piece of news about the heart of the fire dragon. The price is 300 Galleons." Bock smiled like a profiteer.