Chapter 387: Sirius, The Paid Worker, And Newt's' Sins'
Tom's chosen target was Sirius.
He was rich, had free time, was full of energy, and had a good network of contacts. Although Sirius was a disgrace to the pure-bloods, he had been vindicated and his former Gryffindor seniors and juniors had resumed contact.
Tom didn't have much contact with him, but he would occasionally hear about Sirius's movements from Harry. The Ministry of Magic also invited him to do publicity several times, but later Sirius turned him down because he found it annoying.
Of course, even with these advantages, his two shortcomings alone - loyalty to Dumbledore and overly impulsive personality - doomed him to be just a temporary spare tire. When the team was staffed with trustworthy talents in the future, Sirius would be slowly sidelined by him.
But Sirius probably wouldn't care. He didn't have any desire for power. As long as he could find something that interested him, he would rather have fewer responsibilities.
"There's not a lot going on upfront."
Tom patiently explained: "The Wizards Guild simply provides a platform for all wizards."
"Platform?" Sirius looked at him puzzledly, not understanding what this meant.
"Yes, it can be a platform for communication and also a platform for transactions. If you have any needs, you can post tasks in the guild. If you need any materials or want to buy any products, you can ask for them here, or pay a commission and post tasks."
Sirius hesitated and said, "This... sounds no different from a store. Your headquarters is located in Diagon Alley. Since you are already in Diagon Alley, what can't you buy?"
"That's a big difference." Tom curled his lips. "I want to buy wind hay, heart-biting flowers, and runespoor snake skin. Can you get these for me from the shops in Diagon Alley?"
Sirius smiled awkwardly, "This... is a bit difficult."
The three things Tom mentioned are all contraband, and the British Ministry of Magic has a very strange law. The sale of most contraband is illegal, but buying it is not illegal unless you are caught in the act.
So many things can be displayed openly, but there is no way to buy them.
Then he lowered his voice excitedly, "So you're planning to compete with those bastards in Knockturn Alley for business?"
"Are they worthy?" Tom sneered. "I'm only talking about the most basic trading method. The guild will also provide libraries, adult wizard re-education, intelligence gathering, and even commission contracts with the Castle's Ministry of Magic. Can a mouse turn into a human?"
Sirius was stunned by Tom's ambition, but at the same time his blood was boiling. A large multinational organization independent of the Ministry of Magic could do much more than the Order of the Phoenix he joined, and it was more exciting.
He likes exciting things!
But Sirius was also aware of his own abilities, and reluctantly said, "You can trust me with such a big task. I don't believe I can handle it well, Tom. Why don't you think about it again?"
Sirius's attitude matched Tom's tone. The young man smiled and said, "That's all for the future. Right now, the guild is still in its infancy, so there won't be much to do. It's mostly just routine quests, like accepting and issuing them. These are handled by dedicated civilian staff."
"Your mission...is to find someone to complete these tasks, or you can do it yourself. In addition, you need to maintain communication and collaboration with wizard guilds in other countries."
Tom took the opportunity to instill the concept of "mercenaries" into Sirius, and he became more and more interested in it.
He was now so bored that he was going crazy. Every day he either read the newspaper or studied Muggle electrical appliances at home, learning a few more dishes and waiting for Harry to come back during the holidays to cook them for him.
He had thought about going to work there and the Ministry of Magic had invited him, but even the most exciting Auror position was not to his liking. He didn't like being constrained.
The 'mercenary' concept Tom mentioned was exactly what he wanted. If you're interested in a mission, you take it. If you're not interested, you post it and let someone else do it. "It's still fun when no one is around.
"Tom, I'll do it!" Sirius slapped his thigh and agreed. "You're just starting a guild, so I'm sure you'll need a lot of money. You trust me so much, I can't let you down. So, I'll give you 30,000 Galleons as start-up capital, and we'll add more when we're done!"
Tom's eyelids twitched.
Is Sirius going to bring money into the team and pay people to work for him? That's so... thoughtful. It would be great if there were more good employees like him.
Tom handed Sirius some of his requirements for the president, and the two agreed to meet at the Wizarding Guild headquarters in Diagon Alley on Thursday, and to go see Grindelwald together on Saturday.
Now Grindelwald is recognized as the Dark Lord in the wizarding world.
His style of doing things is much more high-profile than Voldemort's back then, but his reputation is much better.
More than 300 Aurors were captured, and seeing more than a dozen unlucky ones die, this is already a great fortune.
Many people who were released actually spoke well of Grindelwald, which made those in the Ministry of Magic realize his ability to bewitch others and become even more wary of him.
But as long as the magic doesn't directly eliminate life, everyone can accept it. If you lose, just give yourself a chance to survive.
So now Sirius is also very curious about Grindelwald.
Seeing his face full of anticipation, Tom was a little worried that Sirius would be tricked by Grindelwald. How exciting would Dumbledore's expression be then?
Thursday, early morning.
The cold winter gradually retreated from the streets of London, and the weather gradually became warmer, but the humid air still lingered in the city, and the smell of mold was everywhere.
The floor of Diagon Alley was covered with moss.
Today was a weekday and the school was not on holiday.
The street seemed a little deserted.
There were only a few idle wizards strolling on the street, choosing their favorite products.
From time to time, they would look at the new building that had sprung up in the past month, their eyes full of curiosity.
In the past, the most magnificent building in Diagon Alley was undoubtedly Gringotts. It was located at the end of the alley and could be seen from anywhere. Many people used Gringotts as a relative coordinate to record the locations of other shops.
However, the situation might change in the future. A three-story building, no less impressive than Gringotts, had appeared at the exit of the Leaky Cauldron. All the other shops had been "pushed away," and this area had been forcibly expanded using magic.
Except for a few people who know the truth, most people are curious and know nothing about it. They are just waiting for the day when it is truly open to go in and find out.
Today, Tom not only invited Sirius, but also dragged the two old men who stayed at home out to relax and exercise.
This place is too big.
Several people stood in the widest hall on the first floor.
Sirius looked up at the upper floors.
The second and third floors were circular structures, not complete floors.
Standing here in the first floor hall, one could see the ceiling, and could also see that there were dozens of rooms on each of the second and third floors.
"You need some privacy, don't you?" Tom smiled. "Do you want others in the hall to know what tasks you've completed and what treasures you've obtained?"
Sirius withdrew his gaze and tilted his head to look at Tom in confusion: Is this good?"
:"....."
He was really stupid. Why would he talk about the truth with such a reckless man? If Sirius and James Potter had understood this principle back then, they would not have destroyed their families.
"Don't show off your wealth," Nico said, trying to smooth things over with a smile. "What do you think the lower classes of the wizarding world are like? They might even fight over a bottle of potion and ten rare ingredients."
Sirius understood what Tom and Nico meant, but still muttered reluctantly: "I don't want to serve such people."
Nico shook his head, feeling helpless at his naiveté. "Thieves, robbers, smugglers—even though they're unpopular and lack status, we absolutely can't ignore these low-level individuals.
Each profession has its own unique skills that they rely on for survival, and they might even play a decisive role at some point."
Newt nodded in agreement, recalling his glorious days with a nostalgic look on his face: "If it weren't for those Portkey dealers, I wouldn't have been able to smuggle myself into almost every country in the world with a Ministry of Magic.
The only bad thing is that they always like to raise the price, saying that I'm too famous.
Tom:
Who says Hufflepuff can't produce someone worthy of Azkaban? With all the things Newt has done, he alone could be as good as an entire Slytherin house!
This chapter is a bit shorter, I'm on the high-speed train, standing still... I'll make up the words for the chapter I get home tonight. I've been on a business trip so I can't help it. I'll make sure to update it at noon tomorrow, so we can get back to normal.
Chapter 388: Towards the Stars and the Abyss, Welcome to the Wizards Guild
After being taught by the two elders in turn, Sirius finally became obedient.
Tom continued to introduce him: "What you see is only the ground part. There is also a secret room underground."
"Underground Chamber of Secrets?" Sirius said in surprise, "Tom, you really built this to match Gringotts."
Tom shrugged. "It's never safe to keep your money with someone else. Employees can't even pay you back after you've paid them out. Who can trust Gringotts's credibility?"
"It would be better to build your own safe and keep your money there so you can take it out whenever you want."
"Let's go, the staff are waiting for us in the underground vault, let's go take a look together."
Speaking of employees, Sirius's attention was immediately diverted.
He had thought before about how to solve the staff shortage in the Magic Guild.
Most of them were clerical jobs, which were the most painful for the poor students in the magic world.
Even the Ministry of Magic was often troubled by this.
It was difficult to find a few engineers who could write good reports.
It would be fine if Tom only opened one wizard guild, but he wanted to open ten at once.
Nico seemed to have guessed something, with a smile on his face, and he was also looking forward to what kind of work Tom would present.
Boom!
Arriving at the basement, Tom placed his palm on the door, and magic flashed along the complex patterns like lightning, and the heavy bronze door slowly opened.
The walls of the vault are dotted with countless crystal balls, which emit soft light the moment the door is opened.
"Merlin's beard!" After seeing the situation in the room clearly, Sirius took two steps back.
Dozens of women with identical faces, wearing exactly the same Victorian-style maid uniforms, with their hands folded on their abdomens, staring at them with expressionless faces and empty eyes. The scene was extremely weird.
"What a coward." Tom looked at Sirius with some disgust.
Sirius was furious. He was so stubborn that he refused to admit defeat and said, "I, I'm not a coward! Anyone who sees this will be scared!
Nico and 830 Newt simultaneously shifted their gaze from the maid to Sirius.
Sirius:
Well, he was just unprepared and got scared.
Tom snapped his fingers, and a light flashed in the maids' eyes. Their indifferent faces softened, and they bowed slightly and said in unison:
"Towards the stars and the abyss, welcome to the Wizards Guild. I'm Catherine, and I'm happy to serve you."
"Tom, what is going on?" Sirius felt his scalp tingling. This scene was too weird and he couldn't accept it.
"A puppet," Tom said matter-of-factly. "I'm an alchemist. Using an alchemical puppet to solve the problem of manpower shortage is normal, right?"
"Normal, too normal."
Nico had already walked up to the dolls, spun them around and looked them over. If it were a real person, they would have been angry long ago, but Catherine just kept smiling business-like, without a trace of impatience.
"You kid..." the old man said, "Let's not talk about anything else, just this human body refining technology has really reached a level that I can't imagine.
"That's right," Tom said proudly, "this is my main focus."
He had an incarnation of his mind who had been studying physical possession, striving to prepare the most perfect body for Andros and Ariana, but in the end, the two of them had not even used it to make dolls.
"But why not an alchemical creature?" He changed the subject and looked at the boy with dissatisfaction.
"Because of the price-performance ratio."
Tom sighed and said, "You know how horrible the time and material costs of alchemical creatures are. These fifty Catherines alone would use up all my inventory, and it's absolutely impossible to make them now."
"This is just the beginning. We'll need more Catherines in the future. I can't put all my energy into this, right? Puppets are easier and cheaper, and I can make them faster."
After hearing Tom's reasons, Nico fell silent and had to admit that what he said made sense.
Sirius looked bewildered and couldn't tell the difference between the two.
Although Catherine is just a "puppet" in the eyes of Nico and Tom, her technical skills are not low at all. Catherine has stored a lot of common sense, masters more than 20 languages, and can also communicate in time through communication magic runes.
Not only that, they can also upload data and intelligence to a common information database and retrieve and check it at any time.
Because he was a civilian, Tom did not add any combat functions. Even if it was damaged, he could just make a new one and "download" the necessary data to it, and it would be no different from the previous one.
After he finished demonstrating all of Catherine's abilities, Nico nodded repeatedly, feeling pleased with Tom's ever-increasing progress in alchemy, while Sirius felt himself to be redundant.
With all these 'Catherines', is his existence really necessary?
"Of course it's necessary." Tom noticed Sirius's worry and patted him on the shoulder. "No matter how capable they are, they won't be able to handle unexpected emergencies. So you need to make the decision. If you're unsure about the business, contact me again."
"Yeah." Sirius nodded heavily. He decided to stay out of trivial matters in the future. He wasn't interested in them anyway. He just focused on the exciting tasks.
After a complete tour of the guild headquarters, Tom took Nico and Newt back. As for Sirius, he stayed behind to help Catherine set up the venue and purchase the necessary stationery materials.
He also made a huge sign and hung it at the door. The words "Wizards Guild" flashed with colorful light, immediately attracting the attention of passers-by and shop owners in Diagon Alley.
At the same time, Grindelwald was negotiating with Dumbledore.
The two are on a video call.
"You need to bring Scamander here," Grindelwald said slowly. "Our old friends are becoming fewer and fewer. The last time we met, Scamander and I had a lot to say.
Dumbledore frowned. "I have no right to interfere with Newt's decision. He has his own life. Besides, I don't think you two can have anything in common."
"Then bring that fool Aberforth here," Grindelwald said, his intentions becoming clear. "He's your brother. You have the right to decide, don't you?"
Goat pervert, you actually dared to scold me, do you think I won't dare to deal with you just because your last name is Dumbledore?
Originally, Grindelwald was a petty and vengeful person.
After spending a long time with Tom, he found that he had lost his mind and could only pursue revenge crazily.
He's really been led astray.
Grindelwald sighed in his heart, but Dumbledore frowned even deeper.
You have to take one, don't you?
Whether it is Newt or Aberforth, both of them have an irreconcilable hatred with Grindelwald. If he really had to choose, he would rather take Newt with him.
Aberforth was impulsive. Even though he knew he was no match for Grindelwald, he still rushed forward. Another fight was inevitable.
But now is not the time to choose, but the time to choose neither.
"I won't use them as bargaining chips to compromise with you," Dumbledore said word by word. "Grindelwald, don't forget, we have signed a blood pact. Even if they go, you can't take action."
"Yeah, how could I forget?"
Grindelwald took out the Blood Alliance and played with it. "So, we're just catching up. How can you call it leverage? It's just an invitation from an old friend. Since you don't want to go, don't blame me for anything that happens later."
Dumbledore didn't answer, simply closing his notebook and disconnecting the call.
After the call was hung up, Grindelwald's playful smile froze for a moment and then disappeared.
"snort!"
"You dare to hang up directly?" Grindelwald was unhappy. It was obviously your brother who was foul-mouthed, why are you still protecting him?
"That idiot Aberforth will lose his mind if I tease him a little, and then it won't be considered a violation of the blood covenant..." Grindelwald quickly thought of a way to retaliate.
Although they had signed a blood pact, he and Dumbledore could not attack wizards from the opposing camp at will, but they could naturally fight back if the other party attacked first.
Thinking that he would be going to Hogwarts in a few days, Grindelwald was no longer so anxious.
If you don't come when I ask you to, then I'll leave.
On Saturday, Durmstrang was still covered in ice and snow.
As usual, Dumbledore took Tom to meet up with the people from the Ministry of Magic, but this time there were some changes in the personnel.
There was an extra Sirius, but Babajide did not show up. Instead, he was replaced by Pierce, the vice president of the International Federation from North America.
Even though most of the captured Aurors were rescued, someone still needed to be held responsible for the failure of the plan and the huge risks, and Babajid became the one to take the blame.
In fact, Babajide has done a good job. Many people don't want him to leave, but he himself has made up his mind to go. Who knows what kind of trouble Grindelwald will cause in the future? He is definitely the one who bears the most pressure in his position.
It is better to retreat while the going is tough and leave it to the people behind to deal with.
He originally wanted to make Dumbledore the real president from honorary president, but Dumbledore refused to accept it. In the end, he had to give it to Vice President Pierce. After the process was completed, the word "Vice President" could be removed.
Babajide has now returned to his hometown to become his own plantation owner.
Grindelwald actually looked up to the black old man. Not everyone can maintain their original intention after being in a high position. Compared with risks, they always see huge profits first and are thus blinded by interests.
"Well, his absence won't affect anything. The International Witch Federation's presence today is unnecessary."
Grindelwald's undisguised contempt made Pierce's face turn into a black ghost, but he didn't dare to say anything. He could only lower his head and hide his expression from others.
Sirius stood a little behind Tom, sizing up this dark wizard who was as famous as Dumbledore and even more evil than Voldemort.
To be honest, he couldn't see Grindelwald as a dark wizard at all. Those dark wizards would have their faces irreversibly changed when they studied dark magic, and each one was uglier than the other.
But Grindelwald is completely an evil and charming middle-aged handsome uncle, especially his eyes, which are like an invisible vortex, swallowing people's attention.
Sirius was fascinated as he watched.
Grindelwald originally didn't care about this 'tool' chosen by Tom, but Tom casually suggested last night that he try to persuade Sirius to rebel and see how Dumbledore would react.
Only then did he start to take it seriously.
As long as they can defeat Dumbledore, they are valuable talents!
But now is not the time to fool people. He will have many opportunities to contact Sirius in the future under the pretext of the Magic Guild, so there is no need to rush.
"Riddle, the wizarding guild you promised me should be ready, right?"
"Otherwise, I can only have my men forcibly invade the neighboring country. They have been feeling very depressed for a while.
Everyone's expression changed.
Chapter 389: Honorable Xinyue Member, Fudge's Fear
Grindelwald was in charge of setting up the stage, and the rest of the time belonged to Tom.
There was no additional negotiation content to add this time, just a press conference from the Magic Guild.
When Catherine and the others appeared, it naturally caused surprise, especially after knowing that they were puppets, these people had a new understanding of Tom's alchemy level.
Pierce looked at the young man who was talking, and the emotion in his eyes was more negative.
Although he would be the future leader of the International Federation of Witches, he was also a wizard from North America—and the relationship between North America and this young man was not very good.
He even suspected that Tom was a target pushed by Dumbledore, a gimmick, to achieve his own ulterior motives in the name of genius.
Later I found out that Tom was really awesome.
Therefore, even though he was very unhappy, he would not take the initiative to make enemies with Tom, and would not even make things difficult for him, unless he was absolutely sure that he could ensure his own survival first and then kill the little wizard.
However, Pierce greatly underestimated Tom's spiritual attainments and Joan of Arc's gift of revelatory voice.
Even the lowest level of malice would clearly emerge in his perception.
Tom glanced at Pierce, and he immediately withdrew his gaze in fright, but he didn't take any further action.
Pierce's malicious intent was so small that Tom didn't bother to pay attention to it.
If they were to target him for any ill will, Hogwarts would be in turmoil by now. Not to mention the other three houses, even in Slytherin, there are still people who appear submissive on the surface but are deeply dissatisfied with him in their hearts.
This is normal. He can't be liked by everyone, especially the Slytherins who have been brainwashed by the theory of bloodline for many years.
If you appear to be behaving well, he won't care. But if you dare to fall out and explode, he will just throw you away.
Tom continued his press conference, introducing the basic information and current functions of the Internet Masters Association.
The most core system is the membership level.
First of all, everyone can register for free to become an honorary member of the Magic Guild. Honorary members do not have any benefits, but are only eligible to publish and receive tasks in the Magic Guild.
Of course, the current honorary membership is equivalent to a pass. As long as you are an honorary member, you will no longer be affected by the previous saints or other identities. Under the premise of not violating local laws
The Ministry of Magic in the Hollow must treat everyone equally.
This condition is equivalent to a multi-national passport. If it weren't for Grindelwald's constant pressure, it would be almost impossible to negotiate this condition in peacetime.
So some people still need to be pointed at with a magic wand before they will cooperate.
Now it's just the surrounding countries. Once stability is achieved, Grindelwald will continue to expand outward. By then, the value of the guild's honorary membership will only become higher and higher.
And if you go up one level, you will become a distinguished Xinyue member!
Xinyue members are divided into levels one to eight, and can enjoy free accommodation, priority display of tasks, a fixed monthly allowance, commission reduction and other benefits. Tom did not say too much about the details, and you will find out for yourself later.
Everyone present here is a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic. They have no feelings about money or subsidies and benefits. They look at things from a different perspective.
Many people have noticed that... the members of the Magic Guild are quite like temporary workers in the department?
When they are needed, they will be given tasks to help, and when they are not needed, they will be thrown aside without paying any cost.
This is different from the Ministry, which basically has to support a person for his entire life.
As a result, many Ministries of Magic dare not recruit people at will and can only continue to exploit existing employees.
For a time, their favorable impression of the guild also increased significantly.
When the time comes, they can hire saints to work for them, and Grindelwald won't be able to say anything. It makes me feel good just thinking about it.
Dumbledore remained silent.
He saw Tom's ambition clearly. It was hard to imagine that this was something a third-year wizard would consider. Even Voldemort was not so powerful back then.
But the reason why he opposed Voldemort was not because of ambition, but because of Voldemort's style of doing things and his ruthless methods. It was as if he had no heart. He only wanted to use destruction as a deterrent and kill to control power.
Unlike Tom, who goes with the flow and has both violence and benefits.
There is one thing Dumbledore can't understand. What can he gain from Grindelwald's cooperation? What conspiracy is there?
"This badge is the only indication of identity."
Tom took out a small round badge. The badge did not have too many designs or decorations, only a black line coiled around it. This was also the logo of the Magic Guild.
Originally, he wanted to use a panda as the logo, but when Usagi found out, he started to quarrel with him, so he had no choice but to continue to change to its image.
This little guy is so jealous.
"Give me ten thousand spots first," Grindelwald said nonchalantly. "Sharing what we have is a good thing. The wizarding world is dead silent, and each generation is declining. It's time for new changes."
"There are enough badges to supply wizards all over the world, but every wizard must go to the guild headquarters to complete the registration before using them. After registration, the magic power will be bound to the information.
No one can steal it."
After the press conference, Sirius took Catherine to Germany for deployment, and then they would go to other countries. Dumbledore took Tom back to Hogwarts.
Grindelwald handed over the affairs of the guild to Rosier, and he left Durmstrang and came to a castle in Munich.
An old man respectfully led him into a suite. There were already quite a few people standing outside the room, and a woman's cries of pain could be heard from inside.
The cry of pain didn't last long, and then there was a loud shout.
"A boy, it's a boy!"
"Very good!"
Everyone was very excited, and Ross in the room was even more excited. He held the wrinkled child carefully, and the crying became heavenly music in his ears.
"I have a son, I have a son!"
In the wizarding world, the importance of continuing the family line is no less than that of the great landowners and nobles in feudal society, and the child must be a boy, not a girl.
A daughter who is married off is like spilled water. Even her surname changes. How can she still be considered a member of the family?
"Ross..." Soran looked at the warm interaction between the father and son, and a smile appeared on his tired face.
Hearing her call, the smile on Ross's face slowly disappeared and his expression became complicated.
"Sauron, I have prepared a gift for you."
Soran was startled. What gift?"
At this moment, the door was pushed open and Grindelwald led a group of people in.
...***....
"Haven't you always wanted to see me? His gift is to invite me here to fulfill your wish."
"Lord Grindelwald?" After a brief panic, Soran quickly regained his composure and struggled to stand up.
"Don't talk nonsense."
Grindelwald stared at her, the overwhelming pressure making it difficult for Soran to breathe. "What on earth are you, the Caruso family, planning?" "Just tell me yourself..."
Soran's expression changed.
The establishment of the Magic Guild caused some waves around the world. The joining of thousands of saints alone made the information about this secret organization appear on the desks of major forces.
After being publicized in newspapers, many impoverished wizards noticed a new way to make a living.
In the wizarding world, the gap between rich and poor may be huge, but the gap in wizard power is not so obvious.
Even a well-trained Auror may be defeated when facing three or five adult wizards, and a student can also kill a professor in the case of a sneak attack.
When these people gather together, they are also a force that cannot be ignored.
How stupid was Fudge that he didn't realize the headquarters of the Magic Guild was in Diagon Alley until after everything happened, and it was Tom's work.
After many Ministry of Magic employees registered as members and prepared to make some extra money, he could no longer sit still and ran to Hogwarts to talk to Tom.
But it was obviously not a pleasant exchange. When Fudge left, his face was blue. He didn't even apologize when he bumped into the little wizard, and continued on his way in a hurry.
"What did you talk about with Fudge?" asked curiously in the Room of Requirement.
"He wanted the guild's jurisdiction, but I pushed him back.
Tom said indifferently, "Fudge is too stupid and thinks too badly of others.
He thinks that all matters should be left to the Ministry of Magic to handle.
If they can't handle it, then they can just let it go.
But he can't allow another force to appear and solve the problem, otherwise it would be stealing his power.
"There are currently three hundred registered wizards in the guild. Yesterday, two werewolves captured a wanted criminal. Although they handed the criminal over to the Ministry of Magic, it still touched his sensitive nerves."
The little witch's brows furrowed deeply after hearing this, and she couldn't help but complain, "What an ineffective official! You're clearly doing a good deed, so it's fine if they didn't help, but they're trying to stop you."
Tom was surprised: "You have lived in England for so many years, and you still haven't gotten used to it?"
Hermione was speechless. Well, the Muggle side was also a mess, with the Iron Lady doing all kinds of nonsense, and she had to listen to her father complaining every day at home.
"Let's not talk about that anymore." Tom waved his hand, "Today I'm going to give you a different training method.
"What method?" Hermione looked at him.
The young man stood up and spread out his right hand. An ancient book appeared in his hand. The book opened, and the pages flipped rustlingly, emitting a light blue halo.
"Let me look for it... I got it, this is it."
A shadow flew out of the book, forming a hazy human figure that landed in front of Hermione.
"Today is... special training on explosive spells, are you ready?"
Chapter 390: Special Training That Sees Blood, There Can Only Be One Person's Voice in the British Wizarding World!
Hermione had never seen such strange magic before, and nodded subconsciously when she heard Tom's question.
Then she regretted it.
A blurry blue figure stretched out its hands, and a fireball flew towards it at an extremely fast speed. It was not until the scorching heat of the flame hit her face that Hermione came to her senses. She screamed and quickly raised her wand to kick it away.
"Stinky Tom! You sneak attack!"
"You said you were ready." Tom pulled a chair over and sat on it leisurely, but the light man did not stop moving. Fireballs continued to form one after another.
Hermione tried to defend herself with the Shield Charm, but under Tom's exquisite control, the power of each Exploding Curse just offset her Shield Charm. However, her casting speed could not keep up with the speed of the fireballs forming, so she could only use other means to deal with it.
Either use the magic wand to send him flying, or move nimbly.
The fireballs were getting faster and faster, and it was becoming more and more difficult for Hermione to cope with them. Finally, when a fireball ignited her curly hair, the girl screamed again.
"Tom!"
Tom continued smiling.
The girl looked like an angry little lion, adorable in his eyes. "We've already prepared the hair growth and conditioner for you, and we've got as many '157' clothes as you need.
Soft, templated training is useless.
If you don't get hurt, you'll never overcome the barrier in your heart."
The smile looked like a devil in the eyes of the little witch. Although it was pretty, it was still a pretty devil.
But there was only determination in Tom's eyes, which made Hermione realize that she really couldn't escape today.
There was no other way. Hermione's psychological problem was really serious. Tom couldn't think of any better way to help her solve it, so he could only use this most primitive method.
Many things involve breaking through important bottom lines. Later, you will relax and when you get used to the consequences of being hurt, you will no longer be afraid of them.
He was not doing this just for this one competition. If Hermione wanted to stand on her own in the future, a firm and calm mindset would be essential.
The young man waved his hand, and the paused blue light condensed into a fireball again and flew towards Hermione.
Meanwhile, the Ministry of Magic.
Fudge returned to the Ministry in disappointment and held a meeting. As the saying goes, big things should be dealt with in small meetings. He felt that the current problem was very serious, so only the top leaders of the Ministry of Magic could attend the meeting.
Bones, Scrimgeour, Crouch.
In terms of status, Mrs. Greengrass is actually qualified to be here, but she absolutely cannot come to this meeting.
Although Crouch is not trusted, Fudge still recognizes his ability and loyalty to the Ministry of Magic.
Finally, there was another person who remained in the office, who was of little importance but deeply trusted by him - Umbridge.
In the dull room, Fudge's face looked grim. Thinking that a young man could reject all his requests without hesitation, he felt that he was a fake Minister of Magic, and his usually amiable expression turned into gloom.
"You all know about the emergence of the Wizards Guild, right?"
Everyone present nodded. How could they not know? Apart from the hype in the newspapers, couldn't you see the huge building that suddenly appeared in Diagon Alley?
Well, it is indeed possible that Fudge cannot see. He has to attend various family cocktail parties every day, sleep drunk in the office the next day, and then go to the office again at night.
"I hate change, everyone." Fudge took a deep breath.
"Our world has always been well protected by the Ministry of Magic. Everyone does their job and lives their lives peacefully and steadily. But now I've noticed some very bad signs."
"Riddle, a child with some talent, did too many things he shouldn't have done. I admit that he made a lot of contributions to the wizarding world, but many things cannot be confused.
Like this wizards' guild."
"Using money and power to lure wizards into working for him? This is discussing the simple order of our society!"
Fudge's face flushed and he was breathing heavily.
He had been walking on thin ice all his life, living in the shadows. During the period when Voldemort was rampant, he was just a small deputy director, so he didn't feel anything.
But when his predecessor, Millicent Bagnall, ended his term, Barty Crouch was devastated by the death of his wife and the trial of his son as a Death Eater. Everything changed when he was lucky enough to become Minister of Magic.
It turns out that he is the chosen one, and only he can save England.
Just when he was about to show his strength and spread his will throughout the country, he discovered that a huge network had been entrenched in the magic world for decades - a man with a silver
It is made of a beard and bright blue eyes of an old man.
Even he himself is on the Internet. If he wants to build his own network, he must first get close to the elderly and gain his trust and support before he is qualified to do so.
Fortunately, the old man really seems to have no interest in power. Over the years, he has not made any excessive moves. Instead, he cooperates well with him. The two have shown their strong friendship and good relationship in public many times.
But Fudge was still wary. The peace he wanted was not peaceful coexistence, but that only he had the right to weave this "web".
Now that the old one hasn't been solved, a new small one has popped up.
The younger one is not as deeply rooted and prestigious as the older one, but he is still very powerful and more aggressive. His naked ambition is already on the table and is beginning to take over his lead.
This timing is too delicate. As long as another ten years, or even six or seven years, he can emerge as a leader near the end of his term, he will not be so wary. Instead, he will use the power at hand to exchange with him. After all, expired power will be invalidated.
Not now. In today's wizarding world, there can only be one voice, Cornelius Fudge!
Listening to Fudge's criticism of Tom and the Magic Guild as if they had committed some heinous crime, everyone present had different thoughts.
Bones's face changed slightly. Fudge was very dissatisfied with Tom. This was definitely bad news.
You can look down on Fudge's intelligence, but you can't underestimate the power that the Minister of Magic can wield.
Crouch remained unmoved. His mind wasn't on this, so much so that he didn't even hear the point Fudge was trying to make. He was hesitant. It was said that Grindelwald would be bringing a team to Hogwarts. Should he take this opportunity to meet him?
During the months since his prison break, Grindelwald has fully demonstrated his charm and strength, surpassing even the mysterious man, and convinced Barty Crouch that he can change his son...
Scrimgeour and Umbridge looked on in agreement.
Not to mention Umbridge, she would praise Fudge loudly even if the shit he had was matcha flavor, and if necessary, she would taste it herself.
As for Scrimgeour, he and Fudge are essentially the same type of people, and they value power incomparably. In the original timeline, the first thing he did after coming to power was to win over Harry and ask him not to stand on Dumbledore's side.
The only difference may be that he still has a certain degree of "integrity", can face torture, not reveal any information, and die heroically.
"Minister, I agree with you very much," Scrimgeour was the first to chime in. "I've been researching the Wizarding Guild these days and have discovered that its trading practices breed more evil and gray areas. The Ministry of Magic should have the power to regulate them."
Fudge nodded with satisfaction. He had never liked Scrimgeour so much as he did today.
"What do you say, Barty?" He turned his gaze to Crouch again.
"Huh? Oh, sorry, I was just trying to recall the relevant laws." Barty Crouch replied vaguely: "I'm now the director of international affairs. [I'd better listen to Bones' opinions on relevant matters.]
Fudge frowned slightly, but nodded.
In the end, the pressure fell on Bones. Everyone present knew that Bones had a special relationship with Greengrass and Tom.
Despite the pressure, Bones still spoke up for Tom: "Minister Fudge, I understand your concerns, but at present, the Magic Guild has not violated any laws. I think the gray area you mentioned is more obvious than the existence of the alley.
"Bones, now is not the time to think about personal relationships." Fudge said dissatisfiedly.
"I admit that Mr. Riddle and I have a close personal relationship." Bones took a deep breath. "But have you ever considered the consequences? Mr. Riddle's temper... you know it. Besides, the 3.3 Wizarding Guild is also a buffer zone for communication with Grindelwald."
"If we act rashly now, it will likely trigger a significant chain reaction internationally. Are you sure you can afford such a cost?"
Fudge was frightened and the meeting ended in failure, but that didn't mean he gave up.
Bones sighed after the meeting, and when she got home, she sent Tom a reminder message.
She knew that the emergence of the Wizard Guild had both advantages and disadvantages, but at least the advantages outweighed the disadvantages now, so she supported it.
But there's nothing we can do about it. Who made their minister so overly sensitive and greedy?
But the message he sent did not receive a reply for a long time. Bones looked at the sky and guessed that Tom had gone to bed, so he didn't care anymore.
In fact, it doesn't.
In the study space, Tom looked at the village girl with pigtails with a smile.
"Joan of Arc, are you ready to pray today?"
The girl nodded obediently.
The young man patiently coaxed, his tone like a big bad wolf luring a little white rabbit: "I don't think you're devout enough. Come, pray in my arms, that way you can get closer to 'God'..."
Chapter 391: The Ninth Trial Is Completed, Fox: Mom?!
Two minutes later, Joan of Arc's small body curled up in Tom's arms.
Close your eyes and pray devoutly.
Tom weighed it quietly.
Very light.
This should be Joan of Arc's physical condition before her death.
Although she had been on the battlefield and could still charge into battle, her birthplace in an ordinary farmer's family meant that she was destined to have poor nutrition as a child, and her physical development could not keep up with her age.
But it doesn't matter, I can replenish it slowly after resurrection.
Although the recognition level has been cultivated to 100, Tom still will not ignore the emotional cultivation between them. How to say it... He wants Joan of Arc to be a normal person, understand and support everything he does, instead of being bound by so-called beliefs.
It's fun to cheat for s*x, but if you keep cheating... then there's no point.
But now it seems that achieving the goal is still a long way off. Joan of Arc believed in this scam that even a fool wouldn't believe without hesitation. It is still too difficult to straighten it out.
"Knowledge changes destiny..."
Tom sighed inwardly. Joan of Arc's current level of knowledge would be level 3 if converted into Oxford knowledge.
What is the concept?
Oxford Tree is an official British enlightenment book, with strict level division, from the lowest level 1 (three years old) to the highest level 2
(Sixteen years old).
In other words, Joan of Arc's current cultural level is about the same as that of a four-year-old child - except for some knowledge related to war.
When she understands more, she will naturally start to think about whether her previous ideas are reasonable.
Um?
Tom lowered his head. The girl's prayers were barely audible and slowly turned into even breathing.
Is this sleeping?
Tom was a little amused and confused. Where was the prayer they agreed to do? How come he was treated as a pillow?
However, his movements became more cautious.
He took a step forward and used his spatial authority to directly reach Joan of Arc's nest.
He waited until the girl fell into a deeper sleep before gently placing her on the bed.
He then went out and came to the meditation room to continue studying today.
"By the way, Tom, what kind of magic was that that you used to summon the strange figure yesterday? I've never seen it in a book before."
In the Care of Magical Creatures class, Hermione, who was helping Niffler clean the mud off his fur, suddenly asked.
The little witch's hair was shorter than yesterday, and her face was a little pale. Yesterday's training had been very difficult for Hermione. Even though Tom had intentionally controlled the power, it was still the first time in her life that she had been harmed by magic.
Fortunately, Tom had prepared in advance. After drinking a bottle of potion, his injuries recovered quickly, but it took some time for his hair to grow back.
"That one."
Tom grabbed a stray Niffler, took out a Galleon to calm it down, and then brushed it perfunctorily with a toothbrush: "That's a magic I created, and it's still a work in progress.
"Half-finished?" Hermione was surprised.
Yesterday's light figure was like a magic turret, continuously releasing explosive spells. No wands or incantations were needed. Anyone who saw it would get their scalp tingling. Tom even said it was half-baked magic?
"Well, right now I can only summon one or two magic spirits at a time, and I need to control them. I don't have enough self-awareness. Once they are fully formed, it won't be so troublesome."
Looking at Hermione's eager face, Tom put the nose in his hand into hers.
"Don't even think about it for now. This magic is very difficult. You need a deep understanding of basic magic to be qualified to consider it. When you are good enough, I will definitely teach you."
The little witch nodded happily.
Tom helplessly looked at Hermione, whose expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book. He finally understood why the Sorting Hat hesitated for so long when choosing a house for Hermione. Hermione's greed for knowledge was exactly the same as Ravenclaw's.
She might be able to fit in better if she joins Ravenclaw. In Ravenclaw, Joan of Arc is great if you know a lot and read a lot of books. It's not as complicated as Gryffindor.
Gryffindor students are the most difficult to serve and understand.
If you study well, they call you a nerd. If you talk less, they think you are not sociable. It is okay for you to try to show off and violate school rules, but if you are caught and have points deducted, they will immediately turn against you and say you have no sense of collective honor.
Tom felt that if he was sorted into Gryffindor, he would have beaten ten times more people than into Slytherin.
The little snake knows how to judge the situation and give in if it can't win, but the little lion doesn't. They will only become more stubborn and refuse to admit defeat.
Because of the Whomping Willow incident, many people are still resistant to him.
At the end of the class, in the desperate eyes of Sniff, Tom took out the few Galleons stuffed in his stomach and walked away.
"Fox."
The young man called out softly, and soon, a phoenix came in response, stepping on the fire.
If Dumbledore saw this scene, he would definitely feel complicated. He was not as skilled as Tom in calling Fawkes, and Fawkes's response speed was not as fast.
As usual, he first took out a bunch of nutritious snacks he specially prepared to feed the birds. Fox ate happily, shaking his body from time to time.
Tom held back his laughter and slowly smoothed Fox's fur.
Actually... the phoenixes in this world are not that good-looking. Only when they activate their abilities, the brilliant flames and sacred and vibrant aura can add a lot of points.
But now Fox is much cuter than before, because except for humans, any creature turned into a ball will look cute.
Now Fox has expanded to be very close to the ball.
But does this violate the rules of the trial?
Of course not.
He fed Fox the best nutritional supplements, which contained sufficient energy to allow him to return to his peak faster after the next rebirth. However, the energy was not digested and stored in the body, making him temporarily rounder.
Even Dumbledore didn't think there was anything wrong. He just felt that Tom had been too nice to Fawkes recently, and if the food wasn't of this standard in the future, he would definitely quarrel with him.
"Fox, let's compete again tonight."
Phoenix, who was busy eating, nodded perfunctorily. Tom was talking about a competition, but in her heart it was just a joke, so she naturally would not refuse.
Late at night.
Tom asked Fox to take him to the North Pole, without wasting any magic and energy. He let Fox rest for a while and explained the rules clearly before the one-man-one-bird competition officially began.
A ball of light rushed into the polar night sky at the North Pole. When the ball of light exploded, Tom and Fox disappeared at the same time.
Their ultimate Apparition distances were nearly identical, and they first appeared simultaneously in Svalbard, Norway, followed by Reykjavik, Iceland, the Azores, the Brazilian Plateau, and the Drake Passage...
Tom entered a state of mental leap the moment the game started. Every bit of his magic and mental strength was used to the limit. Even if it was squeezed to the limit, it did not affect his performance in the slightest.
When one portion of spiritual power is exhausted, he will immediately unseal the next portion and seal the exhausted spiritual power to prevent it from being infected by "inertia".
Seeing that his little brother was so serious, Fox also became serious and used all his strength.
In a short time, the man and the bird crossed the entire blue planet.
At the same time, they rested at the halfway point to relax and recover their bodies that had been interrupted by the space transfer.
This time, Tom was the first to adjust. His various talents combined had already allowed him to recover at an incredible speed, and he was the first to leave the South Pole.
"Chiu——!" Fox was not willing to be outdone, and dragged his slightly trembling body to catch up, but the result was...
"belch---!"
I've been eating so well recently that I failed. I had to wait for a while before setting off again.
"Hey! James, did you hear that?"
Two heavily armed men emerged from a nearby house, "I thought I heard Bird Four just now?!"
"I heard that too... Tony." James nodded blankly. He raised his hand and pointed at the flag on the South Pole. "I even saw a flash of fire there. It was really weird..."
The two men were researchers at the Antarctic research station. They looked around carefully but found nothing. They thought they were hallucinating and hid back in the house.
After checking the surveillance footage, James Xing and Tony stood up in shock.
Their ears and eyes were not hallucinating, a bird really appeared, and not only a bird, but also a person.
He suddenly appeared and disappeared, just like the legendary wizard who could use teleportation magic.
The two looked at each other.
"Report this immediately!"
Arctic.
Tom lay in the snow and ice, gasping for breath. He had run back and forth between the two poles of the earth in three hours like a madman.
Not to mention him, even a legend would find it difficult to do so. At least after watching this "rally", Ravenclaw felt inferior.
She can compete with Phoenix in short-distance Apparition, but not long-distance Apparition.
After waiting for ten minutes, Fox reappeared and Tom forced a smile at it.
"Fox, you lose this time."
"Chirp—!"
The phoenix cried unwillingly, but still stayed close to the boy's ear and rubbed his cheek.
Its condition today was indeed not very good, as it ate a little too much in the afternoon. However, given Tom's lead, even if he hadn't made the mistake just now, the outcome would probably not have changed much. At most, he would have lost by a few minutes.
At this moment, the ninth palace in Tom's mind also lit up, the palace gate opened, and a fiery red light flew out from it like a meteor, penetrating into the depths of the sea of understanding.
Tom's body floated out involuntarily and began to merge with the meteor, his whole body wrapped in flames.
"Chi——?!"
Fox's eyes widened, and he felt a little nervous now.
I have the urge to call mom!
Chapter 392: Purified Body, Lupin: Tom Is More Like the Dean Than You Are
First of all, I don't want a male mother.
Secondly, it's quite comfortable.
The combination of the Thunderbird and Phoenix bloodlines, tracing back to their roots, brought a stronger sense of transformation than ever before - almost on par with the Golden Apple.
Tom discovered a problem: the system likes to use the word "sacred".
He had always thought that 'holy' was an attribute, but with this fusion, that similar feeling reappeared, and Tom discovered that it was actually a level.
It is a level of life that goes beyond what is currently recognized by life on Blue Star. Regardless of whether it is just or evil, as long as a creature reaches this level, it will possess a sacred nature.
Obviously, the Phoenix's original bloodline has reached this level. At the moment of atavism, it released some sacred power, transforming Tom's flesh and blood, and even his soul.
This feeling is very comfortable, just like soaking in a hot spring in the coldest days of winter, feeling warm all over and surrounded by a strong sense of security.
He felt comfortable, but Fox was racking his brains.
In terms of blood purity, Thunderbird is naturally not as good as purebred Phoenix. The relationship between the two is equivalent to that of cousins. It is the bottom line. Thunderbird bloodline is a collateral line [so Fox always thinks of Mu as a younger brother.
But now he felt the pressure from the higher-ups, which not only suppressed it but also gave him a more intimate aura, and he couldn't help but want to get close to it.
"Woo—!"
A subtle dragon roar came from the sky, and Usagi stopped Fox who was about to move forward. His majestic eyes were full of warnings, and he forced it to stop.
Although they are good friends and partners at ordinary times, Usagi will not let anyone or any animal get close to Tom now.
Not to mention Fox, even his two fat kids and three four-legged beasts are no match for him.
"Chi——!"
"Woo-woo!"
The dragon and the bird stared at each other. Fox felt insulted. How could he possibly hurt Tom? That was his mother... Uh, little brother!
But Usaqi didn't care about that. Fortunately, Tom's transformation didn't take long, otherwise the two of them would have fought.
In the end, the blood was completely fused, and a cool feeling flowed out from the deepest part of the soul. The fatigue brought by the ultra-long-distance apparition was swept away, and at the same time, traces were eliminated.
[Ancient Phoenix Bloodline: Divine creature, King of Flame, can be reborn from the ashes, purify all negative effects on itself, ignore the erosion of black magic, and be immune to curses (same magic power)]
Tom had a sudden realization that these marks were the "curse" left behind by the wizard he had killed. Although they were usually invisible, the impact was real.
For example, creating a Horcrux through a murder ritual is actually increasing the power of the trace and cutting the soul.
But now Tom has the equivalent of a 'license to kill'. From now on, no matter how much bloodshed he causes, it will have no consequences.
"What are you two doing~々?"
Tom, who had just woken up, saw Usagi and Fox staring at each other and asked curiously.
"Woooo ...
Seeing that Tom had returned to normal, Usagi immediately abandoned Fox and flew over to circle around, and Fox also landed on Tom's shoulder.
"TEN!"
"I don't know what's going on. Maybe it's because I've grown up. You know, I'm a human being. People always have to grow up and become stronger, just like Dumbledore."
"DEX!"
"What? You're saying this isn't growing up, it's... 'abnormal?' Don't use this word carelessly. All you need to know is that I'm fine now, better than before.
Tom was not afraid that Dumbledore would know his changes, or even some of his secrets. Every powerful wizard has his own secrets, just like Nicolas Flamel. Why could he become the greatest alchemist?
Because he obtained the legendary "Book of Abraham", as well as various other adventures, big and small.
Ravenclaw and the other three giants also have their own secrets.
Old Deng would know if he knew. He is not the kind of person who would hold on to something. Even if he wanted to, he doesn't have the ability to do so now.
Um?
Tom was teasing Fox and Usagi when the power of time suddenly moved. The boy's eyes flashed with light and he quickly understood the cause and effect.
"We were seen..." he muttered. "That's normal. The Antarctic research station is right next to the Pole. Fox and I had no intention of hiding at the time, and we even caused quite a stir."
Tom had already seen in the future that the report of the two researchers caused quite a stir, after all, there was video evidence as evidence.
But now that he knows about it, there is no threat anymore. Sending things out of Antarctica is not something that can be done in a short time. He doesn't need to rush to erase the memories of the two people. He can just take the time to go there in the next two days.
He stretched himself. Although the magic shield kept out all the cold, Tom still felt uncomfortable looking at the snow all over the sky. Without staying for too long, he took Fawkes and Usagi back to Hogwarts.
Usagi returned to the atmosphere and began to look for food. The meteorite reserves on the blue planet were not enough for her to evolve, so she could only rely on herself.
Fox became even more attached to Tom. He felt comfortable just staying around him. Under the suppression of his blood, he could also be tempered. He simply didn't even go back to Old Dumbledore's office and followed Tom directly to the dormitory.
But as soon as he entered the castle, Tom found that there was someone on the stairs.
Snape was alone facing Lupin, Harry, and Ronald. The two sides had an argument. Tom opened the door without hiding anything. When he came in, everyone looked at him.
"Tom?"
"Riddle, why are you here?" Snape asked with a frown.
Tom walked over puzzled and pointed at Fox on his shoulder, "Fox's food has been a little better recently, I'll take him to help him digest his food.
This was really like using chicken feathers as a token of authority. Snape and the others thought it was Dumbledore's request and did not want to ask any more questions, but Tom did not give up and asked curiously: "Why don't you sleep so late at night?"
What are you doing here?"
"Oh! That's something you'll have to ask Potter, the troublemaker."
Snape sneered, as if Tom's appearance had emboldened him. "Just because they have some treasures, they think no one can find them. They wander around the castle late at night. Who knows what shady things they're up to."
"I didn't!" Harry retorted immediately.
Lupin also frowned and said, "Snape, I told you, it was me who asked Harry and Ronald to come to me, so don't think too darkly of your students.
"They are not my students, they are just assignments I need to complete in class." Snape retorted slowly.
Tom understood what happened. Harry and Ronald were caught for a night out.
As for why he was wandering around at night... he wasn't interested in exploring.
Judging from the expressions of these people, it was likely that this would drag on for quite some time.
Tom kindly tried to smooth things over, "Anyway, Harry and Weasley have both violated school rules.
Professor, don't even think about expelling them.
They won't be caught just for wandering around late at night.
If you ask me, we should both compromise and deduct 5,000 points from Gryffindor."
Ronald opened his mouth.
How come fifty cents sounds as worthless as five cents when spoken by Tom?
But he has no right to speak here.
Snape heard what Tom said, and since there was no point in arguing with Lupin protecting him, he snorted in agreement.
He wanted to ask Tom to deduct fewer points, but when he saw the boy's smiling face, he couldn't say anything and could only nod.
There was a clattering sound coming from the scoreboard not far away. Under the watchful eyes of Harry and Ronald, Gryffindor's score dropped a lot.
"...々Perfect solution." Tom applauded and yawned. "Everyone, I'm going to bed first.
"Wait." Lupin stopped him.
"What's wrong, Professor Baiping?" Tom turned around in confusion.
Lupin smiled and said, "The wizard guild you set up is quite interesting. I'd like to ask, can I register as a member now?"
He promised Dumbledore that he would be a professor at Hogwarts for only one year, and that he would reveal his werewolf identity in the last class of the year.
Before, Lupin was still worried about finding a job after the end of the semester.
He couldn't always rely on Sirius for support.
Then the Wizarding Guild appeared.
He could earn bounties by taking on missions.
He didn't need to have too much contact with people or consider their background.
It was very suitable for his situation.
Especially when he saw that some werewolf fellows had joined the guild to complete the mission, he became more determined.
Tom smiled and nodded (Li Hao Zhao): "Of course you can. Sirius is the president now. It won't be against the rules if he lets you choose the good tasks first. Anyway, that's what he does now."
Sirius Black is just a mascot as the president. Now no one knows where he has gone to carry out his mission. Tom doesn't bother to care about him.
"Snape, Tom is more like a dean and professor than you are."
After watching Tom leave, Lupin said something in a gloomy tone and took Harry and Ronald away, leaving Snape standing there with a flushed face.
What do you mean Tom is more like the dean than him? He just respects the students' opinions!
It is true that the biting dog does not bark, and the biting wolf is almost the same. He discovered when he was in school that Lupin seemed to be the most honest one, but was actually the most mean and evil one, and came up with many ideas behind the scenes.
Snape left with an angry wave of his sleeves. He would not be ridiculed for nothing. Just wait, Lupin, the next wolfsbane potion will definitely make you feel great.
the next day.
The changes in Granada's score column were noticed by the students who came to have breakfast.
The Slytherin snakes gloated over the misfortune, while Gryffindor's own students... they were surprised to find that they had become numb.
This kind of thing happens several times every year, so it's really not worth making a fuss about.
I just don't know which hero did this good deed.