HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

"grandmother!"

Hearing the anxious cry, the protected Furong finally woke up from her previous state of shock and also shouted towards the sky.

There were dozens of new Veela. The leading one landed in front of the girl, while the others surrounded Tom with bared teeth.

Tom frowned slightly.

The Veela in charge of communicating with Tom hurriedly began to explain the situation through Veela language, and the hostility gradually disappeared, but he still remained vigilant.

"Thank you for saving my granddaughter." The Veela made way for a passage, and a beautiful Veela came out. She had silver hair like Hibiscus, and her skin was white and smooth, as clear and bright as moonlight. She exuded a strange charm that made people's thinking become dull.

Tom was operating Occlumency and was not affected at all.

"I am Polana, leader of the Veela tribe."

Polana bowed slightly: "Thanks to your presence, otherwise they really might not be able to stop the reinforcements from reaching the bed."

"Hello, Ms. Polana. You can call me Michael. You should know my conditions." Tom said softly, "I wonder if you are willing to help me with this."

"No problem." Polana agreed straightforwardly and patted Furong's head lovingly: "You saved my treasure. I will mobilize all the Veela and Veela's allies to help you find the fire dragon."

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Tom breathed a sigh of relief.

With the help of the local bosses, things finally feel a lot easier.

Polana extended an invitation, "Mr. Michael, please stay in the tribe until you find the fire dragon. My tribe members are quite reluctant to stay in places where humans gather. There are too many people with ulterior motives there."

"Sorry to bother you then." Tom agreed. He was also quite curious about the Veela tribe.

The crisis was completely resolved, and the emotions of the Veela stabilized. They turned into beautiful women, each with long wavy silver hair and plump legs. Even in the absence of wind, their hair fluttered gently.

Tom was very happy now. He was surrounded by dozens of stunning beauties and felt like he was back in his dream at Shang K.

No, Shang K doesn't have this quality.

The Veela were all smiling at Tom, and with their peach blossom eyes, they looked affectionate.

But Tom had just seen the true face of the Veela and was completely indifferent.

"Mr. Michael." A soft voice came, and Furong came to his side without knowing when.

"My name is Fleur Delacour, thank you for saving me."

She is a half-Veela, and she is French. She is the only one who meets the age requirement, which is one of the reasons why Tom chose to take action.

"Miss Delacour, it's wrong for you to thank me like this because it lacks sincerity." Tom suddenly said seriously.

Furong blinked blankly: "What does it mean to be sincere?"

"It should be like this." Tom cleared his throat, "If your savior is good-looking, you should say that I have nothing to repay you with but my body.

"If your lifesaver is ugly, you should say that if I were reincarnated, I would repay your kindness by working like a slave."

"Now you know what to say, don't you?" Tom winked at Fleur.

Furong suddenly realized and said tentatively: "Then... I will be your slave in the next life?"

Tom:"

Puff——!

Tom was speechless. The Veela who could understand human language laughed so hard that they fell backwards, while those who didn't understand looked at them in confusion.

Even the leader Polana had a smile on her face, as if she had thought of something, and her smile became even gentler.

Then, a veela translated the conversation between the two people. Now, except for Fleur and Tom, everyone else laughed, and the pleasant sound of silver bells echoed in the forest.

Tom is very depressed. The Michael he turned into is really ugly...

Suddenly, a veela screamed, attracting everyone's attention and they all looked over.

The effect of the polyjuice potion expired, and Tom turned back to his original appearance in front of everyone, and his magic clothes also became smaller.

"You...used Polyjuice Potion?!"

Furong's eyes widened, and she quickly guessed the reason and said in surprise.

Tom sighed: "When you go out, you give yourself an identity. If you don't become more mature, it will be troublesome to do anything.

Polana was also surprised, "Mr. Michael, is this your true appearance?"

"Call me Riddle, Tom Riddle." His disguise was exposed, and Tom was too lazy to use a pseudonym anymore.

Veela are friendly to humans, but they don't care about laws or worry about revealing their secrets.

Even if it gets leaked, it's no big deal. This is France and the British can't reach out.

"Riddle, how old are you?" Fleur asked the question that concerned her most. Tom looked shorter than her.

"Eleven and a half."

Furong felt her worldview collapse. Eleven years old, isn't that the age for formal schooling?

A young wizard of this age just killed several wizards with a spell. Several adults were wiped out by him in just one minute?!

And, she's so pretty?!

Tom looked at Fleur with interest, "Delacour, I'll give you another chance now. Will you choose to be my slave or to give yourself to me?"

Furong stared at Tom's face in a daze, and soon a blush crept up her cheeks.

Also, can I re-select?

An hour later, Tom and his party arrived at the tribe of the Veela.

This is a valley that looks no different from a human village, with houses neatly arranged against the cliff.

Polana arranged a single-family house for Tom to rest for a while, and took the injured tribesmen to receive treatment.

Tom had just finished visiting all the rooms and chosen his own bedroom when there was a knock at the door.

When I opened the door, I saw Furong standing there pretty much, and there was also a...smaller Furong.

"Didn't we just separate? Why are you here again?"

Tom said something to Furong casually, his eyes were always on Little Furong, Little Furong also opened her eyes wide, looking at Tom fearlessly [her eyes were full of clearness]

of curiosity.

"What do you mean?"

Furong was a little nervous. She was full of curiosity about the mystery of Tom and wanted to get to know the boy better. However, when she came over, she was greeted with a tone of disgust.

He just said that he wanted her to pledge herself to him, but now he turns around and refuses to recognize her.

Scumbag!

What made Fleur even more unacceptable was that Tom paid more attention to Gabrielle than her. Apart from a casual glance at her while talking, the b*****d was always looking at her sister!

In Beauxbatons, she is the center of attention. Why is she different when it comes to Tom?

"Big brother, I'm Gabrielle." Little Furong spoke softly.

Tom smiled unconsciously and squatted down to be level with the little girl: "Hello Gabrielle, I'm Tom Riddle, how old am I this year?

"Gabrielle is six years old this year!" the little girl answered very energetically.

"Great!" Tom gave a thumbs up: "He's six years old, that's amazing."

Children don't care why you praise them, as long as you praise them they will be happy. Gabrielle's eyes narrowed with a smile, and she also told them the purpose of their coming.

"Sister said that it was big brother who saved her, and Gabrielle came to thank him."

"I see." Tom made a look of sudden enlightenment, "Then Gabrielle knows the right way..."

"Riddle!"

Before Tom could finish his words, Furong interrupted him hastily, "How can you use the same trick twice?"

Gabrielle is still a child, come to her if anything happens!

She can bear it!

"Are you just going to let us talk outside the door?" Furong changed the subject. She couldn't let this scumbag continue to fool her sister.

Tom shrugged indifferently, stood up, and stretched out his hand naturally. Gabrielle also naturally put her little hand into Tom's hand and let him lead her into the house. Fleur gritted her teeth again when she saw this.

The three of them came to the living room, and Gabrielle sat down next to Tom obediently. Unlike other naughty kids of her age, she was very quiet.

"My grandmother is busy treating the injured. She asked me to come and see what you are missing so that I can prepare it for you." Furong asked.

Tom shook his head. "I have everything I need with me. I have everything I need, but food is a problem. What do Veela usually eat?"

Furong gave an awkward but polite smile: "Veela prefers magical berries and flowers. At the end of this valley is a plantation, which may not be suitable for human consumption."

Drinking dew and eating flowers and plants, it really sounds a bit like the fairies and elves in the legend. If they couldn't transform, it would be even more like them.

"And what are you and Gabrielle going to eat?" asked Tom.

"I'll be in charge of cooking, so just eat something simple."

"I didn't realize you could cook. Then make me one, just make sure it's not poisonous enough to kill me."

Tom was not polite at all, and arranged everything for Furong without hesitation. The girl rolled her eyes and said, "Don't look down on me, okay? [Gabrielle said the food I cooked was delicious. ["

Furong didn't notice that the little girl secretly curled her lips.

My sister's authority is here, how dare she say it's not delicious?

Although Fleur was unhappy that Tom looked down on her, she did not refuse the request to cook. The girl held the hair by her ear and asked casually, "Riddle, you are eleven years old this year. Logically, you should be enrolled in school. Then why haven't I seen you in Beauxbatons?"

"I'm from Old London, not French, and of course I go to school at Hogwarts." Tom felt there was nothing to hide, so he said directly.

"You are British?" Furong was surprised, "Then how come you speak French so fluently without an accent?"

"Learning multiple languages is a good path. You can learn them when you are bored."

Furong once again had a new understanding of the boy's evilness. "So you came to the Vosges Mountains just to find the fire dragon?"

Tom said as if it was a matter of course: "Well, I'll come over."

"Why is big brother looking for the fire dragon?" Gabrielle asked curiously, blinking her big eyes.

Tom suddenly frowned: "This is a trial task of Hogwarts. If students want to successfully advance to the second grade, they must defeat the dragon to prove their strength.

How can there be such a perverted school and rules!

Fleur was so angry that she laughed at Tom's serious look. If that was true, there wouldn't be many graduates from Hogwarts in the past hundred years.

What made her even more amusing was that Gabrielle actually believed Tom's lies, ran to her with a look of horror on her face, and threw herself into her arms.

"Sister, Hogwarts is so scary. Gabrielle, don't go to Hogwarts!"

Fleur glared at Tom in reproach, hugged her sister and consoled her: "Gabrielle is going to Beauxbatons, just like her sister. It's the best magic school in the world. Why would she go to Hogwarts?"

She now had one more label for Tom.

I like cute little girls, talking nonsense, turning my head away

A scumbag of a man.

Fleur said Beauxbatons was the best magic school in the world, and Tom did not refute it.

This didn't mean he agreed, he just didn't want to argue with Fleur, but the current Hogwarts was no longer worthy of the best title, at least after turning the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor into a passerby.

Hogwarts is not eligible until the issue of consumables is resolved.

Gabrielle felt more stable after hearing her sister's comfort. She poked her head out and said to Tom, "Brother, Hogwarts is too bad. Why don't you come to Beauxbatons to study?"

Well, then I can see Gabrielle every day next year."

"You live in Beauxbatons?" Tom asked in surprise.

"It's preschool education." Furong explained: "After the age of seven, eligible wizards can come to school to receive preschool education, learn to read and write, and some basic common sense.

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Tom exclaimed: "That's really good. Unlike Hogwarts, even pure-bloods can only study on their own before entering school. It is definitely not as convenient as the unified management of the school."

"This is the initiative of Madame Maxime. Oh, by the way, you don't know her. Madame Maxime is the principal of our school."

When talking about Maxim, Furong's eyes were full of admiration.

The three chatted for a while, and Gabrielle's eyelids began to droop. It looked like she wanted to take a nap, so Furong took her away.

Tom also went upstairs to rest for a while, until night fell, Furong came again, this time to ask him to have dinner.