Chapter 311: Seed of Memory, Master of Fanning the Flame
"My technique is really good.
In the study room, Ravenclaw sincerely told Tom that she would work hard to prove her academic level and restore her reputation as a wise witch.
After she finished speaking, she was in a trance for a moment, as if she had said this just recently.
"I protected Helena so well that she never experienced the evil in people's hearts. She couldn't imagine how evil people could be. In fact, her intelligence was sound.
Tom listened with a smile and nodded from time to time.
It had been a while since Ravenclaw was summoned, and Tom had discovered that only two things could most affect her mood swings.
One was age.
Every time Ariana called him the wrong name, she would be faced with a frenzy of homework for several consecutive days.
The other was Helena.
Ravenclaw really loved his android daughter.
During this meeting, her recognition level jumped directly from seventeen to twenty-four.
She was only one point away from obtaining her first talent.
At this point, the dark thoughts in Tom's mind had dissipated a lot.
Fortunately...the founder is not as extreme as he thought, and human nature has not disappeared.
"Stop laughing! Besides being a million times more handsome than him, your smile is really similar to that monkey's when he's trying to trick people."
Ravenclaw leaned back on the sofa, and was furious when he saw Tom's smile.
"Monkey?" Tom was stunned for a moment, then realized, "You mean Slytherin?"
Ravenclaw curled his lips. "Who else could it be? An old, frail monkey, wouldn't it?"
Tom thought back to the statue in the secret room and nodded in agreement: "It is indeed very similar. If you compare me with him again next time, I will lock you in a small dark room and speed up the time flow to the highest speed."
Ravenclaw's playful smile faded instantly, and she curled her lips. "Who told you to fool Helena first? And you won't allow me, a mother, to avenge my child?"
Ravenclaw saw clearly that anyone named Tom Riddle was a master at manipulating people's hearts.
Back then, Voldemort deceived Helena to the point of being at a loss, and today Tom was even more outrageous. He broke Helena's heart in just one night.
First, he used the harshest words to tear off all of Helena's disguises, waited until the girl was at her weakest moment and took advantage of the opportunity to win her over, then deliberately mentioned the crown to make her feel guilty, and finally generously expressed forgiveness and joined her in condemning the atrocities of the Bloody Baron.
When they finally said goodbye, Helena looked at Tom's back with such a tearful gaze.
"Don't say it so harshly."
Tom didn't think there was anything wrong with his method. With a flick of his hand, a bottle of iced fat house happy water appeared in his hand, and he drank most of it in one breath.
"Rowena, Helena is too trusting. Rather than leaving her to be deceived by others, it's better for me to come in person."
"As long as she trusts me, I'll be the only one deceiving her. Most people are like this. They don't need trust and freedom, they need a leader."
Looking at the silent Ravenclaw, the boy smiled brightly: "Actually, you understand this principle, but you just can't bring yourself to do it."
"Forget it, I can't argue with you."
Ravenclaw ended the conversation, "Just don't sell Helena. You've wasted so much time. Let's get on with our studies today."
Tom nodded, stood up, and followed him into the study to continue learning how to edit his 'real' memories.
When it comes to memory, Ravenclaw really has unique insights.
She believes that memory is not a simple linear bundle and cannot be crudely implanted into a person's brain. Instead, it should create differences and a sense of reality, condensing all memories into a seed and allowing it to develop and grow naturally.
In this way, there will not be any sense of abruptness, and independent thinking will automatically fill in the disharmony in the middle and extend the vicissitudes of time.
It's no wonder that Ravenclaw said she lived in the past and the present, because she really had been "rich" at many points in time.
Now Tom is stuck at the step of compressing and creating memory seeds. The seeds he made are too fake and have no growth potential. Fortunately, with Ravenclaw's guidance, he has gradually found the trick.
On Friday, because yesterday's Care of Magical Creatures and Potions classes were swapped, the third-year students who chose Care of Magical Creatures put on thick cloaks and came to Hagrid's cabin after lunch.
As November approached, the temperature in Hogwarts dropped a few degrees. The biting cold wind felt like a knife, causing pain in the face. Hagrid had not arrived yet, and the young wizards paced and chatted at the door to prevent their limbs from freezing.
The upcoming Quidditch match diluted Grindelwald's popularity among the students. The young wizards were more concerned about the outcome of tomorrow's match between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.
The original match was between Gryffindor and Slytherin, but Snape didn't want his students to fight in such a harsh environment, so he found an excuse to change the order of the matches. "This caused Wood to scold him for several days.
Wood's confidentiality work was very good.
Until now, no one except the Quidditch players knew that Harry had the Firebolt, including Ronald, because Harry knew that if Ronald knew it, it would be like making a school-wide broadcast.
If he didn't keep it from him, no matter how good the confidentiality measures were, it would be useless.
Harry also specifically asked Tom to keep it a secret for him, and Tom agreed to this small matter after receiving 200 Galleons.
Whether or not they win the Quidditch championship this year will not affect Slytherin's House Cup results. It's only been half a semester and they're already over a hundred points ahead. They're not Gryffindor.
The scores are gone in an instant.
Finally, when many people were feeling cold, Hagrid came out of the Forbidden Forest with two large wooden boxes. The students quickly went to meet him, ready to see what magical animals he had brought today.
"That's not easy to come by," Hagrid said mysteriously. "I've been contacting you since last month... Friends, I've prepared this lesson for you. You better study it carefully."
"What is it? Take it out quickly." Malfoy asked impatiently. He didn't want to be led by the nose by a half-blood.
"Okay, everyone stay away for now and don't scare them."
Hagrid signaled everyone to step back until they were about five meters away from him, then he opened the wooden box and gently tapped (what he thought was) the top lid.
"Wow! So cute!"
The girls exclaimed in surprise, their eyes turned into stars, and many boys' eyes lit up as well.
Several cute creatures about 30 centimeters long, which looked very much like squirrels, ran out of the wooden box. They were short, fat, round and fluffy, and they did not have long tails on their backs, but a small round ball.
Mengmeng's big eyes were black and shiny. She looked at the students without blinking, holding her short hands in her arms. She was not afraid of strangers at all.
"Does anyone know what animal this is?" Hagrid was very satisfied with the students' reaction and knew that the class was going well again. He asked after handing the little guys a few leaves.
"Quokka."
Tom grabbed the opportunity to speak again under Hermione's resentful gaze: "A rare magical animal from Australia, with a danger level of only 2X.
It is the smallest kangaroo in the world.
It is also called the smiling beast and the joyful demon.
Because it has a strange magnetic field, the human mood will always unconsciously improve when seeing it.
The other little wizards nodded repeatedly after hearing what Tom said.
They thought it was the cuteness of the quokka that made them happy, but it turns out it has some magical effect.
"That's a perfect answer, and the side dishes are very beneficial."
After praising Tom loudly, Hagrid said to the eager little wizard, "You heard it too, these are rare and endangered magical animals. It took me a lot of effort to get them. I hope you will study hard."
Tom twitched the corner of his mouth. It wasn't that Hagrid was lying. He believed that it was really not easy for Hagrid to get the quokka.
But it is very likely that some shady channels were used. This thing is strictly controlled in Australia and buying and selling is not allowed at all.
...Requesting flowers...
In addition to making people happy, their pockets are also natural space equipment, which is more stable than the traceless extension spell, and has become the preferred wallet material for many famous wizards.
"Remember,"
Hagrid warned with a serious expression, "No one should touch the quokkas.
You think this is a kindness, but it may be a disaster for them.
Human contact will make the quokkas' scent turbid, and their children rely on scent to find their mothers.
If the scent changes, the baby kangaroos will not dare to recognize their mothers."
Although it was a pity that they couldn't touch it with their own hands, the little wizards still nodded seriously to show that they understood.
The quokka is indeed cute and not afraid of strangers, but it has a characteristic that makes people laugh and cry.
After listening to Hagrid talk about this characteristic, the students finally understood why this animal is on the verge of extinction - when encountering danger or predators, the mother kangaroo will choose to throw the kangaroo out of her pocket to buy time for herself.
One or two are not too many, three or five are not too few.
If you play this way, who will be endangered if you are not endangered?
Just as Hagrid was about to announce that the students should collect leaves that the quokkas like to eat, Fox suddenly appeared in front of everyone in the firelight and landed on Tom's shoulder.
"You said the principal asked me to come over?" Tom asked in surprise.
...THE
"DEXDEX!"
Tom looked at Hagrid, and Hagrid said quickly: "Since Dumbledore wants to see you, go quickly.
Tom nodded, Fox winked at Daphne, and then led his men to the principal's office.
"Mr. Riddle, you're here."
Dumbledore nodded slightly at the young man, his expression more serious than ever, with a hint of anger?
"Professor, what's going on?"
Tom asked curiously, and opened the study space to pull in part of Grindelwald's consciousness.
"Something big is happening in North America."
Dumbledore took a deep breath and said, "Grindelwald's revenge continues. He found the Picquery family's ancestral home and killed eight people, all of whom were core family members in their prime. Only four centenarians and a few children remained."
In the study room, Grindelwald shrugged nonchalantly: "I was just about to tell you, but I didn't expect Albus to get the news so quickly."
Tom ignored him and asked in confusion, "Then why did you call me?"
"I have to go to North America." Dumbledore spoke quickly, picking up his coat from the hanger and putting it on, explaining somewhat helplessly:
"Fox said it has a match with you and needs to notify you before taking me away. Also... after I leave, you can always contact me if you have any problems at school."
"Isn't Professor McGonagall here?" Tom asked.
"Minerva..."
Dumbledore paused, then finally said, "Minerva is a very responsible professor, but sometimes she has too many concerns in her mind, and it is inevitable that she will make mistakes and fail to react in time.
Also, Mr.
Riddle, you look at things from a different perspective than us old guys.
I am just being cautious."
Tom nodded and said, "Okay, Professor, go ahead and do your best."
Fawkes flew back to Dumbledore's shoulder, and just as a red light was emanating from his body and he was about to Disapparate, Tom suddenly asked again.
"Professor, if you were to encounter Grindelwald, would you still capture him? The tower at Nurmengard has already collapsed."
A sharp look flashed across Dumbledore's eyes.
"No... This time, I want to put an end to it."
As soon as the words fell, the man and the bird disappeared in the office.
Tom didn't waste any time and immediately started to stir up trouble in the study room: "Old Ge, Old Ge! Did you hear that?"
"Dumbledore is going to kill you this time!"
"Or you'd better run for your life."
Chapter 312: Grindelwald's Discovery: No True God Has Ever Been Born in the World
Idiot... Never mind. Anyone with normal skills can tell that Tom is fanning the flames, and Grindelwald certainly heard it.
But even though I knew this was adding fuel to the fire, I was still very angry.
Inside the study space, Grindelwald's eye-catching eyes also became strange at this moment, and his black windbreaker fluttered without wind, and it was obvious that he was also angry.
Dumbledore was actually going to kill him for a bunch of insignificant scofflaws?
As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." Andros had just watched the whole thing. Under Tom's influence, this most "righteous" man in the world also became a bad person.
Andros feigned concern and said, "Old G, why don't you run first? Tom paid a huge price to help you recover. You can't just die at Dumbledore's hands without doing anything."
"Stay out of the way first, and I'll come out to help you get revenge.
"I'm avoiding him?" Grindelwald exploded: "He's an old man now, over a hundred years old. I've surpassed my previous peak and have a killer weapon that can restrain the Elder Wand.
I avoid his edge?!"
"Let him come! Let..."
Suddenly, Grindelwald calmed down and angrily released a blasting curse at Andros, but Andros slapped him away with a laugh.
"Let Dumbledore go for now. I found some stuff this time and I plan to go check it out."
Grindelwald knew they were teasing him, so he simply skipped the subject and looked at Tom, "Do you remember the news you got from that Sauron?"
Tom was stunned. "Yes, that's true. You mean the ancient ruins?"
"That's right," Grindelwald said solemnly, "The Picquery family is also involved in the research of the ruins. The first generation of vampires who possessed the source of infection are related to this ruin."
"What kind of ruins are they?" Tom asked curiously. "That shabby place in North America was once a barren land. I don't remember any powerful wizards emerging from there."
"Not this era, but the next era."
Grindelwald uttered a single word, "Aztec?"
"Quetzalcoatl?" Tom instantly understood what Grindelwald meant, but then became even more confused. "Is there really a prehistoric civilization?"
"Of course."
The person who spoke was not anyone present, but Ravenclaw who appeared like a ghost.
"This planet has billions of years of history, but contemporary humans have only millions. The concept of history only emerged thousands of years ago."
"The so-called prehistoric civilization may be the civilization left behind by the 'people' before the mass extinction, or it may be a record that was interrupted over the past millions of years.
"You know the essence of myths. They're just a way for early humans to record civilization. Don't deify them. Perhaps they were just powerful wizards, even weaker than you and me. This world has never produced true gods.
Ravenclaw's eyes sparkled with interest. "Aztecs? I researched them for a while and thought they were just boring fictional records. I never thought they were actually traces left by wizards."
Tom couldn't help but look at Andros. He was right. This man was a figure that came out of a myth.
Shortly after he entered school, Andros told him that wizards were gods and he would become part of the myth, which actually coincided with Ravenclaw's philosophy.
But I also need to circle Ravenclaw's words—no true god has ever been born, so what is a true god, and why is she so sure of it?
Ask again when you have time.
"What's the situation with the ruins?" asked Tom.
Grindelwald said, "The Picquery family has very few records regarding the ruins. Several of their members are conducting research in a secret location. I've found some clues and I'm going to take a look."
"But it has a lot to do with blood magic and the Fifth Sun Era.
Aztec mythology believes that the world is not eternal, but is in a constant cycle of destruction and rebirth, and the demise of the sun marks the beginning of a new era.
Before this era, four eras had been extinct, and the gods created the fifth sun through a self-sacrifice ceremony in Teotihuacan.
This idea is normal in mythology, but it is ridiculous in the real world, but it is likely to have some basis.
"Don't bother with the principal for now," Tom warned. "Don't waste too much time on the ruins either. I'm a sucker for picking the best. Once they've finished their research, we can just borrow them."
"I need you to gain a firm foothold in Europe as soon as possible, raise your flag, and establish a confrontation."
Grindelwald smiled. "Free labor? You're even darker than the Dark Lord.
"If you can't speak, learn from Wenda and see how skillfully he flatters others."
Tom consciously exited the study space.
After all, it was still in Dumbledore's office. He had been leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed for a while. The portraits of the headmaster on the wall thought he was asleep.
Seeing Tom 'wake up', Phineas immediately mocked him: "Riddle boy, you are the only student who dares to sleep in the principal's office."
Tom wasn't angry either. He smiled and said, "You will also be the first principal's portrait to appear in the bathroom... No, the first principal's portrait to appear in the girls' bathroom."
As he said this, Tom was about to step forward and take off the picture frame. Phineas was so frightened that his beard stood up and he begged for mercy: "Riddle boy, calm down! I'm just kidding you!"
"The great Principal Phineas never jokes with his students. You are the first one."
"Will the great Dean Phineas be a little quieter next time?"
"Of course, of course."
The other principals were all laughing. A b*****d like Phineas could only be dealt with by Riddle, who was even more of a b*****d than him. They were too rude and couldn't do anything to this guy.
After randomly picking up two books from Dumbledore's bookshelf, Tom went to the windowsill and looked out.
When he and Fawkes left the meadow, the sky was blue and white, but now it was covered with dark clouds and there was faint rumbling of thunder.
Seeing that Hagrid had disbanded the team and asked the young wizards to return to the castle quickly, Tom went directly to the hall to pick up Hermione and Daphne.
"What does Dumbledore want to see you about?" Daphne asked, combing her hair that was messed up from running.
"Grindelwald killed some people in North America.
The family of the former president of the North American Magical Congress was basically wiped out.
Dumbledore was furious, and he wanted to go to North America to duel with Grindelwald."
Tom did not hide anything and briefly recounted the whole story.
I guess the tragedy of the Picqueri family will spread tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
This is also the reason why Tom is not interested in North American families. Their roots are shallow and can be easily solved.
You can never kill all the pure-blood families in Europe and the East, and you may even find yourself one of them while killing them.
One is a straight wooden stick, and the other is a towering tree with intertwined roots and lush branches and leaves. The absolute height of the two seems to be similar, but the coverage and solidity are completely on different levels.
Hermione shrank her neck. For a little witch, it was hard to accept such behavior of killing an entire family.
"It's horrible... Grindelwald is even more evil than You-Know-Who.
Tom led the two into the Great Hall and waved his hand. "There's no comparison between the two. Voldemort takes pleasure in killing. Or rather, he uses killing as a means to achieve his goal of making wizards fear him..."
"And Grindelwald is seeking revenge. He is not a madman, but an ambitious man."
"But ambitious people are more harmful." Hermione retorted: "For example...that person."
"While there are similarities between Muggle society and the wizarding world, not all of them can be compared."
Facing Hermione's confused eyes, Tom patiently explained, "A wizard's power comes from within.
Magic is the manifestation of miracles.
Grindelwald is dangerous, first and foremost, because he's so powerful.
That's why his words are so convincing.
If you replace him with Lockhart and try to trick people into overthrowing the Statute of Secrecy with him, how many people do you think would believe him?"
"Even if someone believes it, they are just a bunch of idiots, not worth worrying about."
"So, strength is the root of everything. No matter what his thoughts or personality are, as long as his strength reaches a certain level, he will be a serious threat. Come to my room tomorrow night.
I'll give you some extra lessons, so hurry up and improve your strength."
"Oh..." Hermione nodded confusedly.
As night fell, the little wizards in the castle had already relaxed into their holiday life, but Tom went to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor to continue his work.
But now with the "key" given by Ravenclaw, he no longer had to walk back and forth three times at the door like a goose. The wall began to flow like water.
Tom walked into the cabin without any hindrance. The materials and equipment he needed were already placed in the small garden.
Laziness is indeed the greatest driving force for human progress. Ravenclaw has put in a lot of effort to make his living space comfortable and convenient. He only needs to think about something in his mind without shouting it out loud. As long as it is here, it will be teleported over.
To some extent, the function is close to that of a learning space.
On the experimental table, which is more than three meters long, there are not only crucibles, magic pattern burning devices, various materials, but also several toy bears.
Tom skillfully dissected one of the bears, revealing the complex materials and inscriptions inside.
Ravenclaw did it to be lazy, and he worked so hard just to be lazy.
In order to avoid being locked on the production line, Tom was really anxious.
Since there was no alchemist in the world who could meet his requirements, he would create one himself, give his memories to the alchemy puppet, and mass-produce "tool men" that could replace his work.
It is no longer appropriate to call something of this level an alchemical puppet; it should be called an alchemical creature.
Ravenclaw guessed what Tom was thinking at the time, so he provided targeted training.
However, even if these two brilliant wizards worked together on it, the difficulty was still very high. The alchemical puppet did not have the structure of a human brain, so he still needed to work on the magic patterns and the most critical soul energy.
From Mr. Ke's notes, Tom learned several methods of extracting soul energy, but he would not kill innocent people for the sake of experiments, so he was very cautious in every experiment.
"Tom, look here, do you need to solidify a Continuation Spell? You also need to absorb the scattered magic power, you can't use it all as flesh magic."
Tom listened carefully to Ravenclaw's technical instructions, nodded from time to time, and started to make the modifications.
I drank two bottles of energy potion in the middle, and time unknowingly came to the early morning of the next day.
Tom did not forget his agreement with Fudge. He disposed of some waste materials and walked out of the Room of Requirement. He went directly to the principal's office and went to the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace.
Outside the castle, the clouds were as black as ink, and dark shadows were faintly flickering.
Chapter 313: Big Business, The Opportunity to Show Off in Public Has Finally Come!
Ministry of Magic, Tom came out from the public fireplace in the hall, and several people immediately emerged from the fireplace behind him.
Even though today is Saturday, the Ministry of Magic is still bustling with people coming and going, many of whom are wearing strange costumes and are obviously not British wizards.
As he expected, the news of Grindelwald's massacre of the Picquery family spread quickly. This was not only a deterrent, but also made many people feel uneasy.
After this prison break, Grindelwald acted even more assertive than before, rubbing the face of the MACUSA in the ground. However, even when he was furious, he could only vent his anger in newspapers and by posting bounties.
The reward for Grindelwald has now become 500,000 Galleons, regardless of life or death. This seems more like a joke and is not as reliable as the other reward of 1,000 Galleons for each clue.
Relying on his strength, some people began to stir, just like the two poles of a seesaw. Now that the left side is silent, it is the turn of the right side to rise.
Many Saints have been secretly contacting Rozier, Vogel and other former Saints veterans, including former partners and some new faces.
However, without Tom and Grindelwald's orders, they did not dare to act rashly and just hid at home pretending to be dead every day.
This also made the French Ministry of Magic very uncomfortable.
If Rosier and others had made any unusual moves, it would have been much easier for them.
They would have had an excuse to control them first.
Now that they were silent, it would have been even more difficult.
Taking forceful action would have been equivalent to forcing people to the opposite side.
Similar situations also exist in other countries. Faced with demonstrations and riots, they dare not take decisive action and have entered a state of entanglement.
After passing the wand security check, Tom went to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement on the second floor underground to find Bones as agreed.
This should be the most powerful department in the entire Ministry of Magic. From Arthur Weasley's Office for the Improper Use of Magic to the Wizengamot Administration Office, all of them fall under the jurisdiction of the Department of Law Enforcement.
If the Aurors and Striker were included, the number of employees in this department alone would exceed one-third of the total number of employees in the Ministry of Magic, approaching half.
It's no wonder that the Auror Office and the Striker Office were separated, otherwise the Director of the Law Enforcement Department would have more power than the Minister.
Led by a Ministry of Magic employee, Tom entered Bones' office. In the office, besides Bones who was correcting documents with his head down, there was also his mother-in-law, Mrs. Greengrass, who was leisurely drinking tea.
"Hello, Auntie." Tom greeted his mother-in-law first before sitting opposite her to eat and drink together.
"I say, you two..." Bones put down his quill helplessly, "Can't you be a little considerate of me, who's been working overtime since last night?"
"No one's forcing you to do it,"
Mrs.
Greengrass said nonchalantly, pushing a plate of pastries she thought were quite delicious towards Tom. "What's so good about these messy documents? Even if you read them carefully and sign them as much as you can, can you catch Grindelwald with these pieces of waste paper?"
"In the end, it all depends on Dumbledore."
Bones smiled helplessly: "Some things are not about the result, what is important is your attitude in the process. I... forget it, you understand all this, you just don't bother to care."
Although they were close friends, their personalities were completely different. Bones was a typical strong woman, working just as hard as any man and possessing a formidable skill set. "No one in the Law Enforcement Division didn't admire her," she said.
Lady Greengrass is a typical head of an aristocratic family.
She deeply understands that power is only temporary.
She pursues harmony among family members and the smooth continuation of the family bloodline.
With her non-competitive attitude, any force that wants to take the top will not offend her, but will frequently show goodwill to her.
It's hard to say who is right or wrong, it's just a matter of personal choice.
Seeing that the two of them were eating so enthusiastically, Bones simply gave in and joined in to have breakfast, and also briefed Tom on the situation for a while.
"In addition to Fudge, the Ministry of Magic of some other countries also sent people here. In fact, we just provide a venue and mainly talk to them.
"The situations in these countries are different. Talking together can only give us a rough idea. It would be much better if Crouch were here."
"That's all right." Tom shook his head nonchalantly. "Don't run a business until you've earned every last Galleon. That's my opinion."
Bones lamented that Tom's maturity was completely unlike that of a young wizard of his age, and even many adult wizards did not understand this.
It seems being an orphan really helps children become independent sooner rather than later. Why don't we discuss this with the other members of the clan and decide to place the descendants of the Bones family in an orphanage for ten years before bringing them back?
At nine o'clock, Tom went to today's meeting room under Bones's guidance. As for Mrs. Greengrass, she didn't like adding extra workload to herself, and she knew that Tom would definitely not suffer any loss, so she returned to her office with peace of mind and continued to slack off.
"Mr. Riddle."
"Mr. Riddle, long time no see."
"Mr. Riddle, you must take our country into consideration this time. Didn't we agree on this at your teacher's banquet?"
Tom glanced at Bones, then greeted these 'acquaintances' with a smile.
Bones' intelligence ability is not good enough. It's not just officials from the Ministry of Magic who came, but also a group of his partners. These people have been asking when a branch can be opened in their country, but today they came directly offline to urge for delivery.
"Don't worry, I will do my best to satisfy you." Tom responded casually.
"We also want the curse-proof cloak and the protective necklace. The more the better."
"Well...let me take a look at the situation first."
After some greetings, everyone sat down. Fudge, with a rosy face, presided over the negotiation process, with reporters taking pictures nearby.
Although there is no substantial benefit, it means that under his leadership, the Ministry of Magic of many countries united to fight against the dark wizard Grindelwald, and his resume becomes more impressive.
Tom listened to everyone's requests, taking notes with a shorthand quill pen, and constantly calculating production capacity and profits.
The most in-demand items were my laptops, followed by spell-proof cloaks and a range of equipment for Aurors.
Currently, the eight-eyed giant spiders he has raised are fat and strong, and the quality of their venom has also improved a lot. He also has a large inventory of materials such as runeskin and w**re willow leaves. Simple paper production can now be completed through alchemical puppets.
As for basic items like the Curseproof Cloak and the Eye of True Sight, he also plans to discuss it with Gemini this weekend. If they don't work, he can find them among the Saints. "I can also keep up.
Tom asked: "Everyone, I don't have much stock on hand at the moment, and I certainly can't meet everyone's needs at once. I'm only responsible for getting the goods out, and you can discuss the specific distribution yourself.
How about it?"
The representatives also nodded.
"Then let's talk about price... To support the fight against Grindelwald, I'm willing to make a concession and give you a 99% discount on all items...
The corners of the mouths of everyone present, including Bones, twitched.
99% off...you might as well not give it.
"Mr. Riddle, we need to make large purchases. Using the retail price as a standard is unfair. How about a 20% discount?"
"Mr. Fletcher, are you a reincarnated vampire? Even if I sell it at a 10% discount, I'll still lose money."
While Tom was engaged in a heated argument with a group of Ministry of Magic officials, students far away at Hogwarts also got up one after another and came to the Great Hall for breakfast.
The sound of the storm was rumbling outside, and thunder exploded from time to time. Some people were already hesitating whether to go to watch today's game. Rain was not a big problem, but being struck by lightning would be really bad luck.
As for the cancellation of the game?
Not to mention heavy rain and thunder, even if there is hail or a tornado, the Quidditch game will not be cancelled because of such trivial matters.
It was almost eleven o'clock when most people headed towards the court.
The two teams changed into their uniforms, and the strong wind blew their cloaks into balls.
In the past, Harry's thin body and agility were his advantages as a seeker, but in today's environment, the other players were worried that he would be blown away by the strong wind.
"You must strengthen your legs." Fred patted Harry's shoulder and flew up with the other team members.
Harry only vaguely heard a whistle and began to accelerate, leaving Hufflepuff's Seeker Cedric behind in an instant.
They flew for about five minutes before Lee Jordan, who was in charge of commentary, noticed something different about Harry.
Chen's cheers, enhanced by the amplification spell, drowned out the storm.
"Oh my god! What did I see?!"
"Potter! Harry Potter flies on a broom! I mean, he flies on a Firebolt!"
"It really is the Firebolt, the official broom of the Irish national team, and it will definitely shine at the World Cup.
"Jordan! Tell us about the game!" Professor McGonagall reminded.
"No problem, Professor. By the way, there is an automatic braking device in the Firebolt.
"Jordan!"
Amid Professor McGonagall's roar, Li Jordan finally calmed down and began to comment on the game.
The storm grew stronger and stronger, forcing Wood to call a timeout.
"What's the score!" Harry asked as he landed on the ground and wiped his glasses. He had to shout to ensure that others could hear him clearly.
"We were leading by 50 points, but it was useless. We had to finish the game as soon as possible, damn the weather," Wood said.
Harry complained, "I can't see anything clearly. My glasses fog up within three seconds of drying them."
"I have a way." Fred snatched Harry's glasses and put a waterproof spell on them. After seeing this, Fred wanted to hug Fred and kiss him.
The pause time was over and everyone took to the sky again. They could barely see the black shadows in the heavy rain, and the flying speed increased a bit.
The little wizards cheered loudly for the team they supported. Suddenly, the temperature around them began to drop rapidly. The cold even condensed the rain into frost. At the same time, people's hearts became heavy, and some unpleasant memories came to their minds.
Harry in the sky felt like he was about to be frozen.
He had just discovered the Golden Snitch, but he still looked down - the black cloud made up of Dementors looked up at him when he was descending.
It seemed as if a sharp blade made of ice was cutting his heart, and a painful sound appeared in his mind.
It is the screaming and pleading of a woman, and the roaring and laughing of a devil.
The painful memories made his eyes turn white, and his brain was about to burst with these negative emotions.
The people in the stands screamed as they watched Harry fall from hundreds of meters in the air. The group of Dementors happily rushed up to greet him, as if they were welcoming a delicious feast.
Professor McGonagall's face turned pale, but fortunately she reacted quickly and had already drawn her wand to save Harry.
But before Professor McGonagall could chant the spell, a clear voice pierced the darkness, bringing light that purified everything.
"I'm Waiting for Patrons!"
I went out for lunch at noon and came back late. Sorry!
Chapter 314: The Invincible Andros? The Invincible Tom Riddle!
The dark clouds parted, and a ray of sunlight shone down, shining right on Harry.
People with good eyesight could see that Harry had completely fainted, and the speed of his fall was getting faster and faster. Many people had already closed their eyes nervously, unable to bear to watch Harry's miserable state.
The exclamations from the surroundings made them open their eyes involuntarily, and then they followed suit and exclaimed.
A gigantic, glowing white arm swooped down from above the clouds, catching the unconscious Harry like a small fish.
Then, with a terrifying dragon roar, Usagi transformed into a streak of black light, outpacing the out-of-control Firebolt and grasping it in his palm before it collided with the Whomping Willow.
The Dementors screamed in anger, the temperature around them dropped rapidly, and frost spread and condensed in the air.
They hadn't had enough food for months, and today they finally had a big meal, but someone came out to disrupt the situation!
However, their instinctive fear made them hesitate, unwilling to give up, and time froze in mid-air.
But even if they hesitate, the guardian angel will not hesitate.
After the arms, the entire body was spread out. The dark clouds completely dispersed, and there was still thunder remaining on the surface of the guardian god, making the guardian god look like a god.
One hand held Harry, and the other slapped directly at the black wave of Dementors.
As the slap fell, the Dementors suddenly exploded like a balloon, and a large number of black weapons rose up with screams, and then were evaporated by the powerful magic.
The strange screams were creepy in the ears of the little wizard, and there was no longer the oppressive and deterrent effect when it first appeared.
"Is this the Patronus Charm?" Some senior students recognized the spell, but said in disbelief: "Don't the books say that Patronuses are in animal form? How can there be a human-shaped Patronus, and one so big?!"
"Tom.
Astoria looked at the patron saint in the sky and suddenly said.
Daphne looked around quickly. "Where is he? Where is Tom? Didn't he go to the Ministry of Magic to discuss business?"
"That patronus looks like Tom." Astoria said, pointing to the sky.
Daphne grabbed a telescope from a nearby snake, looked for a moment, and exclaimed in surprise, "It's really Tom! Astoria, you have really good eyes!"
The silver-haired girl secretly curled her lips.
It's not that I have good eyesight, it's that you, sister, are too careless.
More and more people noticed this feature. Although it was still a little blurry, they could vaguely recognize Tom's appearance and exclaimed in surprise.
In the commentary booth, Professor McGonagall secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Riddle was quicker than him, otherwise, at such a distance, she really had no confidence in using the spell to control Harry before the Dementors and then pull him out.
After feeling relieved, Professor McGonagall looked in doubt and astonishment at the humanoid patronus that was killing everyone in the sky and whose Dementors turned into black smoke every ten times it swung its fist.
She wasn't even sure if it was the Patronus Charm.
Let's not talk about the form first. After all, Dumbledore's Phoenix Patronus also has a form that goes against common sense.
But the effect of the Patronus is not to destroy the Dementors, but to expel the Dementors with powerful positive energy. Riddle's Patronus directly turned on the killing mode [Song would cause a devastating blow to the Dementors if he encountered them.
In addition, its size is several times, or even dozens of times larger than that of a normal guardian god.
Professor McGonagall suddenly thought of the legendary wizard in ancient Greece - the invincible Andros. It turned out that the historical records were not exaggerated. There really was someone who could summon such a huge god.
At the same time, I also feel relieved.
Possessing such a powerful patronus is enough to prove that Riddle has many positive and happy memories in his heart.
What a good kid!
"Tsk..." A playful sigh came from behind Professor McGonagall. "I didn't expect that Dumbledore would leave the school less than a day later and this group of Dementors would rush in."
Tom stood side by side with Professor McGonagall. To be honest, he had forgotten all about these little things. He just happened to be coming back from the Ministry of Magic when the Dementors poured into the school.
Now that he has met me, I naturally cannot let go of the opportunity to show off in front of others.
By the way, it can also test his current level of Patronus Charm, and tell the entire wizarding world that he, Tom Riddle, is the White City of Absolute Justice!
"Your level is average, better than most people, but still far from mine. Tom, don't slack off."
Andros was also watching this scene in the study space with a relieved smile on his face.
Andros was very happy to see his unique skills reappear after thousands of years, but he would not praise Tom out loud to prevent the boy from getting too proud again.
"Mr. Riddle, thank you for saving Potter." Professor McGonagall first expressed his gratitude, and then said: "But we can't go on any further. I am also very angry about the greed of these Dementors, but they belong to the Ministry of Magic after all. Too much loss will bring you trouble."
In fact, the losses to the Dementors are already very heavy. Half of the Dementors that were like a black ocean just now have disappeared, and the other half have begun to flee in all directions.
Tom nodded indifferently. The Patronus in the air stopped where it was and finally crushed the two slowest Dementors before sending Shali to the commentary booth.
"Professor, I leave Harry in your care."
Professor McGonagall squatted down to check on Harry. "I'll take good care of him. 50 points for Slytherin. Go back and get some rest."
As Tom left the stage and returned to the Slytherin audience, an excited Daphne rushed over and hugged him: "Tom, you are so amazing! I want to learn this too!"
"You also want a patronus?" Tom thought for a moment. "I'm not sure if I can teach you, but I can try."
"No." Daphne shook her head and said to Tom, "I want my patronus to look like you. Isn't that like you protecting me?"
The more Daphne talked, the happier she became. She was completely immersed in the image of a huge guardian angel, Tom, hugging her from behind.
Tom was speechless at the little witch's train of thought.
Do you think of the guardian angel as a figurine? You can make whatever you want. Even if you can really DIY it, Tom would still find it weird to make it look like him.
The dark clouds in the sky were gathering again. Tom looked up and said, "Let's go back. It looks like the rain is going to continue.
"Uh-huh, Astoria, come on."
Amidst the awestruck gazes of the Slytherins, he made way for the three to walk down the stairs first, and then followed them back to the castle.
Every time Tom shows his strength, it refreshes people's perception of him. This time, many people find it incredible, not only because of his strength, but also because he can actually use the patronus.
Almost all Slytherins thought that Tom was a gifted dark wizard, or was already a powerful dark wizard, but you actually betrayed the organization.
Which snake farm would use this thing?
However, no one dared to say anything openly, and could only murmur in their hearts.
Having been beaten up by Tom several times over the years, the little Slytherin snake was definitely not convinced in his heart, but his body was definitely convinced.
In the House of Requirement, all the girls were brought over by Tom.
While eating lunch, everyone discussed what had just happened, and their reactions varied.
"A Patronus over ten meters long, that's not magical at all... and it's in its original form," Hermione was still looking through the information while eating. She had the illusion that she had obtained a pirated book because none of the information matched.
"I'm so angry that Cedric actually caught the Golden Snitch." Ginny cut the steak with her knife and fork fiercely, as if she was cutting a little badger.
Qiu was very worried: "Potter actually has a Firebolt..."
Daphne kept pestering Tom to teach her the Patronus Charm, while the darling Astoria was diligently helping Tom remove the bones from the ribs.
Penelope waited until Daphne was pulled away by Astoria to get dessert before she found a chance to talk to Tom: "How was your talk with the Ministry of Magic today?"
The young man smiled and said, "That's quite good. Those people were quite anxious, fearing that Grindelwald would invade their country one day, so they agreed very readily.
Tom had gained a lot today.
Just as he said, those who came to the Ministry of Magic were all in a hurry.
Either their ancestors had resolutely fought against the Saints, or their countries were weak and they were afraid of being treated as a soft persimmon, so they spent money to buy a sense of security.
So it didn't take long for the negotiation to compromise on the price Tom proposed.
The total sales of orders signed today alone exceeded two million, and the profit was at least more than half, but everyone asked him to deliver the goods within a month, the sooner the better.
"That's good." Penelope smiled sweetly, "When you have time, please teach me alchemy. I'm pretty good at ancient magic, so I can at least help you a little.
Big sister is still considerate.
Tom smiled and nodded at Penelope, and the two of them made an appointment for private tutoring in the evening.
After the dinner, seeing that everyone was interested in the Patronus Charm, Tom started teaching them directly.
As a recognized high-level spell, the difficulty of learning the Patronus Charm is self-evident. Progress was slow throughout the afternoon, and even the white aura released was very thin.
Surprisingly, Daphne performed the best, but that was normal. She was cheerful every day and had a lot of happy memories. She didn't need to think at all. She just had to concentrate on gathering magic power and chanting spells.
The other side.
Professor McGonagall sent Harry to the school infirmary. After getting Madam Pomfrey's assurance, he returned to his office angrily and complained to Dumbledore through me.
Today, the Dementors not only violated the agreement, but also almost killed a student. If they don't react, where will Hogwarts put its reputation in the future? Who will believe that they can protect the students?
This is the safest place in the world!
Perhaps it was due to time difference, or perhaps she was busy with other things, but Professor McGonagall did not receive Dumbledore's reply immediately. She did not just wait, but wrote another righteous letter of complaint to the Ministry of Magic and sent it out via owl.
New York.
Dumbledore, who had just returned to Newt's house from the North American Magical Congress, finally had time to check the information.
After he finished reading Professor McGonagall's accusation, his lips were tightly pursed, his beard fluttered slightly, and his expression was exactly the same serious as when he heard that Grindelwald had massacred the Picquery family.
Newt was keenly aware of his mood change and asked tentatively: "Dumbledore?"
"Sorry, Newt."
Dumbledore then turned his sharp gaze away from the notebook and restrained himself a little. "Please forgive my indiscretion. Something unpleasant has occurred at Hogwarts."
"What happened to school?"
Newt also became nervous, because not only was his alma mater there, but his grandson and Tom were also there.
"A group of Dementors broke into the field during a Quidditch match and nearly killed a student. Fortunately, Mr. Riddle intervened in time and the student is now safe."
Newt breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
Dumbledore put down the notebook and said calmly, "But this cannot be the end of it. They obviously did not take my warning to heart."
Professor McGonagall's accusation was only one of the triggers for Dumbledore's anger.
What made him most furious was Tom's message.
[Professor, it seems your promise is not very valuable.]
Chapter 315: Dumbledore Was Rejected, And Newt Also Showed Off
Dumbledore was not a person who cared about face.
Many people called him an old madman, and there were countless people who cursed him behind his back.
With his ability, if he just killed a few people to scare the monkeys, he would definitely be like Voldemort, and people would be so afraid that they would not dare to mention his name casually.
Because those people's complaints and slanders have no effect on him.
But it was different when it came to some important people, Tom being one of them. He still wanted to work hard to maintain the image of a reliable elder in Tom's heart, so as to guide the child not to go down the path that would bring suffering to the entire wizarding world.
Although it was clear that Tom was joking, the Dementors' behavior was also a loss to his credibility. This time he had sworn that the Dementors would never appear on campus, but what about the future?
Once the rift of suspicion is created, it will take countless times more effort to bridge and heal it in the future. This is the main reason for Dumbledore's anger.
Newt hadn't expected that Tom's simple words would nearly make Dumbledore break down. The good news was that no one was hurt. While the two were talking, Tina also came to the living room with fruits and snacks and listened to the whole story.
"Hogwarts's level has really declined. A large group of Dementors broke into the school and were not discovered until they reached the Quidditch field. And our Tom had to deal with it. Dumbledore
Your staff is too lax."
Serving tea and water is a courtesy to guests, but being sarcastic and mocking is Tina's true attitude towards Old Deng.
But what he said was all true. Dumbledore looked a little embarrassed, but there was no room for rebuttal. In the end, Newt changed the subject and gave him a way out.
"Dumbledore, has Parliament used the information about Grindelwald?"
Mentioning this, Dumbledore felt even more uncomfortable. He slowly shook his head and sighed, "Grindelwald wanted to hide deliberately. Almost no one in the world could locate him. The Aurors and strikers sent by the Magical Congress didn't find any useful clues."
"I wanted to investigate the Picqueri family, but was unexpectedly rejected."
Dumbledore smiled helplessly: "Tina, what is the Magical Congress hiding? It seems that they have many secrets that they don't want me to know."
"I'm retired and don't know anything." Tina said bluntly: "The deceased Sam Picquery was a representative of the radical faction. Their families and I don't have a good relationship.
Dumbledore, you've asked the wrong person."
"All right."
Dumbledore was not surprised by Tina's answer.
He actually didn't want to delve too much into the secrets of the official organization, but Dumbledore hadn't forgotten Ilvermorny's little tricks last year, and he had long been suspicious of the Magical Congress of North America.
"The Magic Congress shouldn't have any major problems." Newt said a little uneasily, "Maybe it's just because of the Picquery family's peculiarities."
Newt really doesn't want any more trouble in the world. Grindelwald alone is already enough of a headache for him.
"I hope so." Dumbledore said noncommittally, then changed the subject: "But in any case, the threat is before us, Newt, Tina, you are very familiar with him.
It's tracking him..."
"That's right, Dumbledore.
Tina interrupted him with a look of realization: "Look at me, I even forgot to tell you the good news."
Dumbledore was startled. "What good news?"
The old woman smiled broadly and grabbed Newt's hand. "Newt and I agree that North America is unsafe. There will be countless troubles and troubles in the future. We're tired of living here after decades, so next week we're going back to our old house in Dorset for a while."
Dumbledore was stunned. He looked at Newt, who nodded shyly.
"Dumbledore, we are all old and can no longer toil. Tina has not been in good health recently and needs to rest."
This is not about self-cultivation, it's just that I don't want to get involved in the fight between these two demon kings. I have the same idea as Nicolas Flamel and plan to hide away in England.
Dumbledore also understood what they meant. Originally, he wanted to ask Newt to track down Grindelwald like he did decades ago, but now it seems that this is impossible. [Song Neng nodded regretfully.
"If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know."
"Thank you for your kindness, our Dumbledore." Tina smiled and said, "What are you going to eat later?"
Dumbledore stood up and said, "Don't bother. I still have to see some old friends. If there is still no clue, I can only return to Hogwarts and wait for his next ten appearances.
"Then we'll take you there."
Watching Dumbledore disappear into the street, Newt suddenly sighed, "Dumbledore must be very sad now."
"Newt, Dumbledore is just disappointed that he can't find anyone to help him deal with Grindelwald." Tina looked at her husband sternly, turning on husband-taming mode: "Don't you think about me and Rolf? Do you want us to be sad because of the loss of our husband and grandfather?"
Newt quickly waved his hands in denial, "I...that's not what I meant. I just thought that even if I hid in England, Grindelwald might still come looking for me. Didn't you even volunteer to accompany me to the conference before?"
"That was a miscalculation on my part."
Tina sighed and strolled in the garden with Newt. "I got the news before, and I thought Grindelwald had been imprisoned for decades. Maybe he was still powerful, but also weak. But it wasn't until I met him that day that I realized I was wrong."
"We can't see through Grindelwald's true identity, but we can at least see the difference. If I were fifty years younger, I would never be so cowardly, but not now. We are old.
Tina looked at Newt tenderly, her eyes seemed to smooth out time through the wrinkles, and she saw the freckled boy with a pure heart.
"Newt, we must consider our family first, and then consider other things. Don't you want to see Rolf grow up and see Tom become a wizard who surpasses Dumbledore?"
"In that case, don't get too close to Dumbledore. I know he's a good man, but his kindness can drag people into endless troubles. Let's go to England, where it's relatively peaceful. You can update your books and take care of your magical animals, and I'll take care of my Kneazle.
Newt was silent for a moment, then finally nodded. "Tina, you're right. We're all old now, and their family affairs have nothing to do with us. It's fine to go to England. Tom keeps asking me about the Whomping Willow, so I might as well help him plant a few more."
Tina smiled, and the old couple returned home hand in hand and began to pack their belongings. After a few hours, the house became empty and all their belongings were stuffed into the suitcases.
It seems that he is not planning to come back in the short term.
the next day.
Tom came to the infirmary as soon as he finished his breakfast.
He was not visiting Harry, but he just remembered before going to bed last night that Harry's Firebolt was still with Usagi, but it was too late and he was too lazy to go out again, so he delayed coming to see Harry until now.
Madam Pomfrey muttered something like, "The visitor just left, why is he here again?", but she let Tom in anyway, but only allowed him to stay inside for fifteen minutes.
Harry was the only one in the ward. When he saw Tom, he immediately wanted to get out of bed, but he found that Madam Pomfrey was still staring at him from behind. He could only sit up straight and greet her: "Tom, why are you here?"
"Your Firebolt is still in my hand." Tom put the Firebolt down against the wall and sat on the chair.
Harry slapped his forehead and smiled gratefully at Tom. "I said I'd talk to you again after I was discharged. Actually, I think I'm fine now, but Madam Pomfrey insisted that I stay under observation for another day."
"It's nice here." Tom casually picked up an apple from the table and started to eat it. "It's quiet, no one disturbs you, and people come to see you and give you gifts. Didn't they just come in a group? You don't usually get treated like this."
"Ronald?" Harry looked at Tom in confusion. "It was Malfoy who came over and taunted me just now, and I had a fight with him. If this wasn't the infirmary and everyone was fighting, Ronald probably wouldn't have gotten up yet.
Tom:
Sure enough, Malfoy was always full of energy when it came to attacking and mocking Harry.
He suspected that in the future, when both of them were too old to walk, as long as he heard that Harry was in trouble, Malfoy would sit up in shock from his dying illness, rush to Harry and unleash a wave of hatred.
"Wait until you've rested enough before you go play, but Malfoy has made great progress recently, and Zabini has already asked Rosier to join him in dealing with him."
Tom really didn't know how to respond, so he just revealed some information to Harry.
To be honest, he was also quite surprised.
In the original book, Malfoy didn't show any wizarding talent, and it was only when he repaired the Vanishing Cabinet at the end that he really caught people's attention.
But now... he suddenly stopped talking.
Not long ago, he even beat up a fifth-grade student because the other party mocked him as a mama's boy.
It wasn't a sneak attack, but a fair duel in the common room. From then on, Slytherin students all said in private that Malfoy didn't act like a 'Malfoy'.
After chatting with Harry for a few minutes, Tom prepared to leave. He had come to deliver the broom and had no interest in chatting with Harry.
But Harry still had an important question to ask, so he called Tom.
"Tom, why do I react so strongly to Dementors than others? I asked Fred and George, and they just feel uncomfortable and have bad memories, but my head is about to explode."
Since he had no contact with the Dementors on the train, Harry had not discovered his weakness until now.
In addition to feeling embarrassed, what he hated even more were the images that appeared in his mind. Every time he thought of them, his chest felt so tight that he couldn't breathe, and he felt like he was going crazy.
Let's talk about the combat power and performance. Due to the limitations of special effects and the era, the performance of Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts is too different. Dumbledore can play with space with a Deluminator.
So there will definitely be some improvement, but the essence of the wizard has not changed, they all have high attack and low health.