Chapter 393: The Tenth Trial of a Difficult Birth, Is It so Exciting Right From the Start?
Tom is very busy today and has no time to pay attention to the interesting things happening in school.
He slept comfortably that night, and when he got up in the morning, he took Fox to Antarctica again to prepare to get rid of the memories of the two researchers.
In fact, it can't be said that he was bringing Fox with him. It was just that the fat bird insisted on following him and he couldn't get rid of it.
Today was not a race, so Tom walked at a much more relaxed pace, as if to familiarize himself with his new strength. But even so, his speed was much faster than yesterday.
Tom finally understood why Phoenix's Apparition was so easy.
When using magic, he didn't feel that space was preventing him from being teleported to his destination.
Instead, the door was wide open and he could get whatever he wanted.
Not only did he consume less magic power, but he also felt extremely relaxed.
Now the maximum distance of his Apparition is more than twice as long as before, and the mental burden is not too great.
In a few moments, I went from the Scottish Highlands to the New Zealand ranch to see the dairy cows.
Tom did not use Apparition to cover the remaining distance, but instead transformed into a streak of fire and flew all the way to the South Pole.
The flying speed also increased a lot. He felt the changes in magic power. The faster the flying speed, the more magic power was needed. It was not only the driving force, but also needed to protect the body from being crushed into meat paste by the strong wind pressure.
Before, his total amount of magic power would continue to decrease, but now, the speed of recovery and consumption has almost reached a balance.
Frankly speaking, it was a bit of a waste for him to fuse the blood of the ancient phoenix. The powerful vitality that is the most representative of the phoenix is of no use to him at all, because the effect of the golden apple is much stronger.
But there is still a difference after all.
The vitality provided by the golden apple is eternal and unchanging, as if the power of time has lost its effect on his body and soul, while the blood of the phoenix is constantly giving him vitality and rebirth, and the cycle is repeated, indirectly improving his various recovery abilities.
When landing at the South Pole, Tom had a general understanding of the physical changes brought about by the bloodline. As for the increase in flames and purification capabilities, they still needed to be slowly verified.
The door of the research institute was pushed open, and a strong cold wind blew in, instantly alarming the researchers inside.
"Who...you're the one from yesterday!"
"Pfft!"
Tom raised his finger. "Quiet, gentlemen, you have seen something you shouldn't have seen. Relax, it will be fine soon..."
Soon, the room fell into an eerie silence.
A group of people fainted. After tampering with everyone's memory and destroying the videotape, Tom did not rush back, but enjoyed a special lunch at the South Pole.
At the same time, observing the tenth palace in my mind.
Tom originally thought that the tenth trial mission would be released after the ninth trial was completed, but until now, there has been no movement in the tenth palace.
No, there was still some movement, emitting a faint glow, slightly brighter than the two behind.
He is feeling a little weak now. The longer he delays, the bigger the problem will become.
The ninth trial was already difficult enough, taking over half a year, and only after becoming the King of the Century could it be completed. Could it be that the difficulty of this first trial would be sky-high?
In Diagon Alley, Sirius happily received Lupin and personally issued him a membership badge.
"Your choice is absolutely right, Remus John.
Guild missions are much more interesting than teaching at school."
Sirius kept nagging, "If it weren't for you, I'd probably be tracking down a smuggler who's smuggling broomstick materials.
He stole information from the Nimbus Company.
The Ministry of Magic can't do anything about this kind of thing..."
"Sirius." Lupin took the documents and the medal, pinned it on his wizard robe, and said teasingly with a smile: "Didn't you say you would take over my position and teach Harry after I resign? Why did you change your mind now?"
Sirius admitted frankly: "My personality is indeed not suitable for being a teacher. Moreover, there is that snotty guy in the school. If I go there, I will definitely fight with him and make it difficult for Dumbledore. As for Harry..."
Sirius smiled when he mentioned Harry. "His training can be put into the summer vacation. I will take him on some easy missions. It will definitely be more useful than a few classes."
"By the way, Lupin, do you want me to pick a mission for you so you can feel it first?" Sirius leaned over and said, "Don't worry, it's definitely the most cost-effective. The two of us..."
"Forget it." Lupin shook his head.
"Why?" Sirius asked curiously, "Tomorrow is the weekend, don't tell me that Hogwarts still needs to make up classes on weekends.
"Well, I do need to give the contestants some extra lessons recently, but not because of this."
Lupin explained, "People from other schools will be arriving next Monday, and Professor McGonagall has a lot of tasks to assign to them."
Sirius slapped his forehead. "I forgot about the competition. Oh, and Grindelwald is coming too, right?"
Lupin nodded solemnly, "Of course. What do you think we are preparing for? We are afraid that man is plotting something.
"Actually... I think he's okay. Although his ideals are a bit impulsive, he's completely different from the mysterious man."
Lupin looked at Sirius in shock as he spoke for Grindelwald, and he still found it unbelievable until he returned to school.
Doesn't Sirius hate dark wizards the most?
Why is Grindelwald so highly regarded?
Lupin didn't know that because of the Wizarding Guild, Sirius and Grindelwald would inevitably have to communicate frequently. With his brain, Grindelwald's casual words could make him
Good impression.
Of course, it was just the most ordinary recognition, not to the point of betrayal, but my vigilance had been lowered a lot.
Unsure, Lupin went to Dumbledore and told him what had just happened.
After listening, Dumbledore lowered his head in thought. Lupin couldn't see his expression and could only see the light reflected from his unusual dental glasses.
After a long pause, the old man said, "Remus John, this is exactly what makes Grindelwald so terrifying. He and Voldemort are not the same type of people."
"Has Sirius been bewitched by him?" Lupin asked worriedly.
"Not yet." Dumbledore shook his head slightly. "Sirius has a strong will and a clear understanding of justice and good and evil. If Grindelwald's actions go against his ideas, this little bit of goodwill will disappear, so please don't worry too much."
"But the students are different," Dumbledore said in a serious tone. "Their sense of right and wrong is immature, and they are easily influenced by Grindelwald. I will do my best to keep an eye on him, but there will inevitably be times when I fail. That's when it's up to you, Remus John."
"I see."
Lupin nodded cautiously, but he was still worried about Sirius, thinking that he must remind him of the danger of Grindelwald when the opportunity arose.
But the school work was too heavy, so Lupin put his worries aside and spent the whole weekend busy.
In the new week, Hogwarts Castle has returned to its best condition and looks brand new.
The deans also issued a notice through 'My Chat', requiring every young wizard to dress neatly. For this purpose, Ginny even pulled Tom to help Luna remove the various decorations on her robes.
This was the first time Tom had seen Luna show anger and distress, and it was quite interesting to watch.
"I'll return them to you after today," Ginny consoled him. "I like your style, but formal occasions require respect for others, right?"
Luna nodded slightly.
Tom couldn't help laughing, "Ginny, the way you spoke just now was quite like Mrs. Jasmine."
Ginny gave Tom a cold look. She asked Tom to come and help, but this guy just watched the show from the side. The more unhappy Luna was, the more he enjoyed watching it. Now he was even making sarcastic remarks about him.
"Let's go quickly. The professors said we must be there at five o'clock." After casting another dust removal spell on Luna, the two girls walked away hand in hand.
Now it was Tom's turn to lose the smile.
I hope Furong won't irritate Daphne too much. He has been very cautious when talking to Furong recently, hinting in both explicit and implicit ways that you are all my wings, but I don't know if it will work.
The crowd passed through the foyer and entered the auditorium, which was several times brighter than usual. Even the candlesticks were carefully cleaned by the house elves [and were reflecting golden light at this time.
Filch, wearing a moldy suit, strode back and forth between the long tables and aisles, checking the attire of every young wizard. If he encountered someone who made a lot of noise, he would glare at him fiercely until he quieted down, and then he would look at the next one.
All the professors were present at the long table, except Professor McGonagall, who was in charge of welcoming the incoming 'guests' at the main entrance.
The scale of this tournament was not as high as the Triwizard Tournament, and there were not that many people coming. Naturally, not all students needed to go to the lawn to welcome them. As the Vice-Principal, Professor McGonagall was qualified to do so.
Soon, there was a noise outside the door, and the students all turned their heads to look, wanting to see which school would arrive first.
"Welcome, Madame Maxime," Professor McGonagall was heard saying.
Madame Maxime, the headmistress of Beauxbatons, led the group in.
The students couldn't help but exclaim in surprise because she was so tall, but soon they were attracted by the several graceful figures following Maxim.
Suddenly, a person rushed out of the queue. People only had time to see the flowing silver hair before the person came to the Slytherin table. In the shocked eyes of Daphne and Astoria, he hugged Tom and then gave him a passionate kiss full of longing and love without any hesitation.
Wow!
All the students, no, all the teachers and students were excited!
Needless to say, isn't this much more interesting than a competition?
Chapter 394: Riddle, You Have Come to This Day?
Tom's heart was cold, but his body responded to Fleur's enthusiasm instinctively.
If he doesn't enjoy it now, he is afraid that he will not have the chance in the future.
Even the fiery warmth and tenderness of the half-blooded Veela couldn't prevent him from feeling the eldest lady's murderous gaze and Astoria's resentment...
What a sin!
"Wow…"
Although each person's exclamation was small, when they were combined together, there was only one sound in the entire auditorium - the sound of eating melons.
Madame Maxime did not move forward, but watched the scene with a smile.
In Beauxbatons, a city that values etiquette, Fleur's behavior was undoubtedly extremely disrespectful, but it was specifically allowed and even encouraged by Maxim.
She had witnessed Tom's extraordinary qualities when they first met, and later on, she had received news about Tom from various sources. Maxim was almost certain that at least half of the wizarding world in the future would have the last name Riddle.
Since I can't trick him into coming to Beauxbatons, I'll capture his heart.
Men conquer the world, women conquer men. To be honest, Maxim didn't think that this silly girl Fleur could conquer Tom, but as long as she could make his heart a little cheaper on the scale, that was enough.
Therefore, in the face of interests, etiquette becomes insignificant.
Young people pursue romance and love, so it is acceptable for them to behave a little unusually. She is not an old-fashioned person.
If the students of Beauxbatons knew what Maxime was thinking, they would definitely roll their eyes wildly.
You even have specific requirements for the length of your steps. When did you become so reasonable?
Dumbledore also smiled, appreciating this vibrant, spring-like scene.
He smiled more happily than ever before, especially as his eyes swept over Daphne, whose face flushed red, Astoria, whose lips were pouting enough to hang a kettle, Hermione, who clenched her fists, and Autumn, who pursed her lips and had a serious expression...
He was even happier.
He subconsciously raised his glass, wanting to clink glasses with Snape beside him to celebrate, but unfortunately Snape was too engrossed in watching the show and ignored him.
Riddle, Riddle.
You have this day too?
He somewhat regretted not inviting Beauxbatons over earlier, otherwise Tom probably wouldn't have caused him so many headaches.
"Sister." Astoria tugged at Daphne's sleeve and said anxiously, "She stuck out her tongue."
Daphne finally reacted and stopped standing by and watching as the victim. She pulled Tom hard and pulled the two apart.
"You b**ch! Are you a b**ch?"
Well done!
Countless Hogwarts classmates clenched their fists in their hearts and silently cheered for Daphne.
That's it, don't lose anyone from Hogwarts and fight her!
However, after seeing the girl's face clearly the next second, those who were watching the show were filled with only obsession and amazement...
They had never seen such a beautiful girl. Every detail of her was the result of God's meticulous craftsmanship. Her whole body was glowing, and her every frown and smile could touch people's hearts.
Furong lowered her head and looked at Daphne, who was protecting Tom with her arms outstretched like an old hen.
This was the first time the two met, but they had heard each other's names countless times.
Furong raised her eyebrows and quickly rated Daphne in her mind.
She is really pretty, with a cute round face. She is not of the same type as him. Instead, the little white-haired one behind her looks better.
"Miss Greengrass, right?"
Furong raised the corner of her mouth with a beautiful arc, and greeted in English with a French accent: "Thank you for taking care of Tom. If you have time to come to France, I will definitely treat you well.
The hostess's tone immediately made Daphne furious.
"Old woman! If you want to be in heat, go find the Harpy. Do you want to sully the bloodline of the Riddle family? Even if Merlin comes, you can't do that. I'm telling you!"
Furong's beautiful eyes immediately filled with anger. Daphne attacked her two weaknesses at once - age and bloodline.
Being older than Tom is not a disadvantage now. Being older can help him develop earlier, but problems will arise when he reaches a certain age.
Bloodline was the most important thing. Fleur never considered her half-Veela identity a problem and was even proud of it. However, in the general perception of the wizarding world, "half-bloods like them were even less respected than pure Muggle-born wizards."
"Little girl, where is your tutor? I just said hello, and you attacked me personally?"
"Are you saying hello? Do you have to eat your lips to say hello?"
The students were so happy that their breasts cracked.
Tom stood numbly behind Daphne, his eyes completely devoid of brilliance. He had never seen such an outrageous situation in his countless deductions of the power of time, but the worst situation happened.
It was like a collision between Mars and Blue Planet when they first met, and there was still more than a month to go, he couldn't imagine how serious it would get.
What a rubbish talent!
Grindelwald misled me!
Huh? Grindelwald, Dumbledore?!
Tom's eyes regained some luster and he turned to look at the guest of honor seat, but he was almost p****d off to death by Dumbledore.
The old man was not worried at all. Instead, he was talking excitedly to Snape, who also had a smile on his face, pointing and commenting from time to time.
This shows that they don't care about his life or death at all...
Suddenly, Dumbledore felt a murderous aura.
He saw Tom sneering at him, and the wand appeared in the boy's hand at some point, and he waved it at him demonstratively.
Dumbledore's smile immediately faded, and he walked down the guest of honor seat with a few quick steps.
He had a feeling that if he continued to watch the show, another Voldemort would appear...
"Madame Maxime, welcome, welcome."
Dumbledore warmly hugged and greeted Madame Maxime. Maxime bent down hard to allow Dumbledore to complete the kiss on the cheek. After doing all this, he sighed to the two little witches who were still arguing:
"The breath of youth, just looking at it makes me feel thousands of years younger."
Maxim smiled slightly: "Dumbledore, you are not old. The wizarding world still needs your strength. You must stay healthy."
Dumbledore's voice was like a wall, temporarily separating the two people's anger and allowing reason to take over again. Fleur and Daphne then realized the situation and finally glared at each other before regaining their composure.
Fleur walked shyly behind Maxim and bowed slightly to express her apology. Maxim smiled and patted her head before letting Fleur return to the team. [Then he whispered to Dumbledore:
"Dumbledore, it seems the children have made the choice for me."
.......
Dumbledore nodded slightly, and with some gloating attitude arranged for the Beauxbatons students to sit in the Slytherin long corridor.
Tom received another sharp blow to the waist.
Within a few minutes, teachers and students from Castrobishe and Ilvermorny came together again. The last time the two schools exchanged ideas, they appeared together, and they did the same this time. It seems that the relationship between the two schools is very good.
Under normal circumstances, Tom would definitely note this detail, but now he is in trouble himself, so who has the time to pay attention to the American College?
The professors leading the Castrobus team are still Alessio Vera, professor of Transfiguration, and Isabella Camardo, professor of Special Potions.
After Isabella came in, she smiled and nodded at Tom. The boy responded perfunctorily, his mind was not here at all.
The professor leading the team in Ilvermorny has changed and has been replaced by two middle-aged male professors.
Cassandra naturally appeared in the crowd. After she came in, she was also looking for Tom. She happened to see the young man holding Daphne's hand and whispering something softly. She immediately snorted and looked away.
Dumbledore received the guests from afar one by one. Castrobusher was assigned to the Hufflepuff table, and Ilvermorny belonged to Ravenclaw.
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That leaves... Durmstrang.
There was a slight commotion in the auditorium, mainly because news had already spread that the team led by Durmstrang this time was the Dark Lord Grindelwald.
The students of Hogwarts were deeply impressed by Grindelwald, especially the raging sea of fire. If it weren't for Dumbledore, the school might have been burned to ashes.
Amidst the growing anxiety, the last guest arrived.
"Welcome, Mr. Grindelwald..."
Although he said welcome, Professor McGonagall's tone was full of resistance.
Then the man laughed heartily. "Minerva, don't be so awkward. Decades ago, you were so ignorant as to challenge me. I still remember your immature Transfiguration skills vividly."
The students in the auditorium looked at each other in confusion.
Professor McGonagall, did you change shape while sleeping?
Can these two words be connected?
"So crazy..." Ronald muttered.
"Shut up!" Fred, with a rare serious expression on his face, shouted, "Ronald, don't cause trouble for the family. Keep your mouth shut!"
Ronald had never seen Fred so angry before. Even Percy, Ginny and the others looked at him with murderous eyes, their faces flushed and they lowered their heads.
Harry opened his mouth, wanting to comfort his friend, but he didn't know what to say.
He also felt that Ronald shouldn't speak carelessly in such a dangerous situation. If Grindelwald knew about this, how could the Weasley family possibly bear the burden of a Dark Lord in his prime?
Dumbledore is not omnipotent and cannot provide protection all the time, otherwise his parents would not...
finally...
Professor McGonagall, with a stern face, led the Durmstrang guests into the hall.
Grindelwald instantly became the focus of the entire audience, and almost everyone's eyes were on him.
Seeing this middle-aged man in a black windbreaker and with unruly white hair, many people had an idea in their minds.
This Dark Lord, Ah Wang.
Chapter 395 Tom's Sophistry: I Lack Love, It's Normal to Have Many Girlfriends
A person's charm does not only come from appearance, speech, behavior, aura, and past experiences. The combination of these factors will form a different temperament for each person.
Grindelwald is a very charming person. His ideals, actions, and strong self-confidence all add a charming touch to him.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so obsessed with Dumbledore when he was young and almost fooled into taking another path.
So just by showing up, just by simply walking in from outside, he had already impressed many people.
But what was Grindelwald thinking at this moment?
"I should really let that brute Andros see my power."
Grindelwald was not thinking about Dumbledore, but wanted to show off to Andros. There was no other way, as he had no status in the study space now.
He couldn't beat the strongest woman, and he felt guilty about the weakest woman. The one who just came out... was just a village girl. Competing with a village girl would only make him look more cowardly.
As for men...well, I still can't beat any of them.
Grindelwald was shocked to find that the best way for him to improve his status was to gain power in the real world.
Are you good at fighting?
What's the point of being able to "——Zero"? What matters to someone out there is background and influence. How can a reckless man, a country girl, a nerd, or a love-brained little girl compare to the Dark Lord who, with just a sneeze, can shake the world three times?
People will only show more real emotions when communicating with people of the same level. Grindelwald is in this situation now. He is more like an ordinary person, rather than a powerful madman with lofty ideals and extraordinary qualities in his heart.
"Welcome, Grindelwald, and welcome to the Durmstrang community."
Dumbledore stood in front of Grindelwald, his wandering thoughts returning to the present moment. Looking at the old man's businesslike manner, he couldn't help but snort and laugh.
"Dumbledore, do you really welcome me?"
"If you really welcome me, you wouldn't have turned me away last time. Maybe you're secretly on guard right now, wondering how I might try to seduce your students.
Even though his thoughts were guessed, Dumbledore's expression did not change at all.
The relationship between the two of them had actually eased significantly in private, but Dumbledore never took this man lightly.
"Last time you came here with the rage of being imprisoned for decades. I wanted to welcome you, but reality didn't allow it."
"The situation is different now. I welcome you as the Headmaster of Durmstrang. Is that a problem?"
Dumbledore looked around. The scene had become deadly silent due to the heated conversation between the two. In the guest of honor seats, no one, whether it was the professors of Hogwarts or the professors leading the delegations from other colleges,
They all looked at Grindelwald with serious expressions.
Even Daphne's attention was diverted to eating the melon instead of being eaten as a melon.
Tom was overjoyed and happened to meet Dumbledore's gaze, which was full of encouragement.
And gloating.
That's it, Principal. Neither of us will have an easy time.
"I see everyone is doing pretty well at Hogwarts. I doubt the kids will want to go to Durmstrang with you. What do you think?"
"Then we'll have to wait and see." Grindelwald smiled meaningfully. "There's still a long way to go, and we'll have to have a good exchange later. I hope the students at Hogwarts won't let me down."
The ones I brought with me this time are all the elites of Durmstrang."
"I also believe in my students. They are no worse than anyone else."
Dumbledore nodded, and the confrontation ended there.
"Please take a seat."
However, there was a disagreement on the seating arrangement. Now there was only the Gryffindor table without students from other schools. Originally, this place should have belonged to Beauxbatons or Ilvermorny.
Slytherin belonged to Durmstrang.
But who can blame them for coming early and taking the seat first?
Let a group of pure-blood supporters go to Gryffindor? Grindelwald was naturally not happy about this, so he chose Slytherin forcefully, which made Professor McGonagall and the little lions a little embarrassed.
Are they so unpopular?
But I can't say anything now, I can only hold my complaints in my stomach.
A dinner as sumptuous as the one on the first day of school appeared on the plates. The students had been waiting for a long time and were already hungry, so they soon immersed themselves in the delicious food.
As if to spite Furong, Daphne cut meat and picked up vegetables for Tom much faster today. Astoria also joined in the fun, and Tom had no choice but to accept everything.
Fortunately, he is a glutton who can even beat the iron-eating beast, so this little thing is nothing to him. He gives the two of them a warm smile from time to time, and his emotional value is maximized.
At the same time, she did not forget the girls from other colleges. She took the opportunity to look up and quickly exchanged glances with Hermione, Qiu, Ginny, and Penelope, attacking them with her electric eyes one by one. Although it was a bit greasy, at least she showed her attitude.
Furong saw the two sisters' actions and smiled with some contempt.
Go ahead and make a fuss. When you are upset, I will go and comfort Tom. If you go on like this a few times, no matter how favored you are, you will eventually kill yourself.
These were all valuable knowledge she had learned from those palace secret records. How could a troublesome young lady like Daphne understand these things?
The girl smiled with a confident smile, and attracted the attention of many boys who were secretly paying attention to her. They could not stop envying and jealous of Tom.
Riddle... you're damn right. How come you eat so well everywhere?
How on earth did he meet this Beauxbatons girl?
The main guest seats were extended a lot, and Grindelwald was placed next to Dumbledore - it was not his request, but the request of everyone else.
Dumbledore wasn't looking at Grindelwald, and they ate in unrest. Their lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. Instead, Rosier and Professor McGonagall were chatting... no, arguing heatedly.
These two were also old rivals and old enemies. They had fought each other many times during the Wizarding War. A lot of explosive information was revealed in their conversation, and Snape was very happy to hear it.
Another point that attracted the attention of the students was a student from Durmstrang.
"Oh my God, it's really him! Viktor Krum!"
After confirming Krum's identity, Gryffindor Wood exclaimed in surprise, unable to contain his excitement, "He's the youngest Seeker in the history of the Bulgarian national team.
He'll represent Bulgaria in this year's World Cup and has a good chance of reaching the finals and competing for the championship!"
"Seeker? And for the national team?" Harry was startled and looked at the focus of the discussion, the boy with a hooked nose and a sinister expression...
Wood leaned over and corrected him, "He's not just a Seeker, he's an excellent one, Harry. If you get a chance, you should definitely build a good relationship with him and discuss his experience."
"Let's talk about it later." Harry didn't give a direct answer.
He wasn't feeling envious or jealous of the other person's fame, he just simply felt that this person was... depressing and not someone who was easy to get along with. Of course, he also felt uncomfortable seeing Malfoy being so attentive to him.
Anyone who can hang out with Malfoy must not be a good person!
The dinner ended in this strange atmosphere. Before leaving, Dumbledore made some arrangements for the guests.
Tom didn't listen at all. After being allowed to leave, he hurriedly took the twins' hands and left. He had to put out the fire quickly, otherwise he would not live beyond tomorrow.
"You are all my wings."
Holding Daphne in his arms and holding Astoria's hand, the young man said seriously, "I won't favor anyone.
Fleur is just too enthusiastic.
You know the French.
Besides romance and flag-waving, they're not good at anything else.
We haven't seen each other for a long time, so it's inevitable that she's a little excited, right?"
Daphne continued to hum without giving Tom any response. Astoria nodded obediently, and the boy gave her a relieved look.
If everyone was as sensible as Little White Hair, he would have much less worries.
Seeing that Daphne was still angry, he had no choice but to reveal some shocking information.
"D..."
The young man sighed deeply, and his willpower, concentrated to the extreme, infected the space, making the cozy little house have a hint of desolation.
"Tom..." Daphne stopped talking and looked at the sad-looking boy with concern.
"Daphne, I'm an orphan."
Tom's voice was very soft, but Astoria and Daphne felt as if their hearts were being penetrated by a pair of invisible hands, and they were so heartbroken that they couldn't breathe.
"I grew up in a children's home with no family or friends, and was bullied by older students. Of course, I fought back against them.
"But every time I get out of school, I see other kids being picked up by their parents, two little hands holding two older hands, and I can't help but feel envious."
"They were all walking together as a group, several generations apart, but I could only carry my schoolbag and go back to the children's home alone, eating relief meals that had long gone cold.
"Tom..." The two girls' eyes were red and sparkling.
Astoria held Tom's hand tightly, and Daphne put her arms around his waist, burying her head deep in his chest, trying to give him warmth in her own way.
Tom blinked and continued in a self-blaming tone, "I know I have character flaws. In this respect, I am very similar to Voldemort. We are both children who lack love.
"That's why I couldn't help but accept outstanding girls like you and wanted to protect me with your tenderness and love."
"You'll understand me, won't you, Daphne?"
"Right? Eh..." Daphne couldn't help but raised her head, her beautiful big eyes full of confusion.
"Is this... is this right?"
Tom nodded heavily, "Of course!"
Chapter 396: Sorry, Sister, I'm Also a Slytherin
Tom's Oscar-winning performance was well worth it, and the danger of being dismembered was temporarily resolved.
At least he thought he could hold on until Daphne came to her senses.
While Daphne turned around to get some water, Tom rubbed Astoria's head and whispered, "Astoria, do you remember what you promised me?"
The girl nodded obediently. Tom had given her a shot of prevention last year and asked her to help take care of Daphne.
"So good." Tom breathed a sigh of relief. Astoria was really sensible.
After coaxing Daphne for a while, Tom used the excuse of being sleepy to send the two back to the lounge and returned to the dormitory himself.
But he can't really sleep, otherwise he will definitely explode tomorrow.
The other little witches haven't been appeased yet, why are you sleeping?
On the other side, Astoria did not return to her own dormitory, but followed Daphne to her dormitory. The other roommates were not surprised. The two sisters had a good relationship, and Astoria was a frequent visitor here.
It would be fine if these two grandpas didn't have a pillow fight today, but I guess they're not in the mood.
The roommates wanted to gossip about what they had just talked about with Riddle and why his temper calmed down so quickly, but they had the will but not the courage, so they could only go to sleep.
Late at night.
Daphne was already fast asleep, but Astoria was still looking at the ceiling. After a while, she finally managed to wake Daphne up with great effort.
"Sister, don't sleep.
"Sister, sister."
"Hmm...was there an earthquake?" Daphne 25 was completely confused.
"No, I think that woman has a conspiracy. Furong did it on purpose today. She wants Tom to dislike you."
"What?!"
Suddenly, Daphne not only woke up, but also straightened up. She sat up straight, and her movements were so fast that even Astanlia was startled.
The girl's eyes seemed to be shining. "Astoria, what do you mean?"
She didn't lower her voice deliberately, and Astoria quickly signaled her to speak more quietly so as not to wake up her roommates.
Daphne understood what her sister meant, jumped out of bed, and cast a Stunning Spell on each of her roommates, allowing them to sleep more soundly. Then she asked, "Can you tell me now? Delacour, how did you make Tom dislike me?"
"Sister, don't worry.
Seeing Daphne so serious, Astoria felt uneasy. She tried to comfort her first, then explained, "I've looked up information about Beauxbatons. Their teaching philosophy has always been to hold students to the highest standards of court etiquette. Even if Fleur is impulsive..."
"Call her Delacour, or the old woman," interrupted Tenny.
Astoria was speechless, but she continued, "Even if Delacour was impulsive, why was their headmaster indifferent? This was obviously premeditated."
Daphne thought for a long time before nodding stiffly, "Right...right?"
"But why would they do that?"
"He just wants to make you angry,"
Astoria analyzed. "When you're angry, you tend to lose your temper, and Tom has to coax you.
It's okay once or twice, but if it happens too often, not only Tom but even your mother will spank you.
He'll get even more impatient with you, and doesn't that mean he'll like her even more?"
What does it mean to see the blue sky after the clouds have parted?
Now Daphne is in a state of enlightenment and understands everything.
"How sinister!" Daphne trembled with anger. "That woman is not only old, but also vicious!"
"I'll tell Tom right now!"
As she was about to bring me up and complain, Astoria stopped her, "Sister, we don't have any evidence. They'll just find an excuse and say you're being unreasonable."
"What should we do now?" Daphne felt like she was inflated into a balloon.
She had never suffered such an injustice before, where she was plotted against and could not retaliate.
"Sister, this has nothing to do with me."
Astoria told her the solution she had already thought of. "You and Delacour must not go to Tom to settle the conflict. Otherwise, it will only cause him a headache. So you have to solve it yourselves."
"And... you must be the one who is right. If you let Delacour lose her mind and provoke you, she will be in the wrong."
Astoria mentioned many ways, and Daphne's eyes lit up and she nodded repeatedly. Finally, she hugged the little white-haired boy and rubbed him.
"Astoria, you are such a good sister to me. Once I drive that bad woman away, I will definitely treat you to a big meal!"
Astoria felt a little embarrassed while being held, with a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes.
I'm sorry, sister.
I'm not only doing this for you, but also for myself.
Only if you two start fighting and I help to mediate, Tom will like me more and more.
We're all Slytherins, so it's understandable that we might be a little cunning now and then, right?
The next day, Tom was woken up early in the morning.
Furong stood at the door of the lounge, looking charming. When she saw Tom appear, she immediately smiled brilliantly, making the dim space around her a little brighter.
Just at this moment, a Slytherin boy came out. He was stunned when he saw it. He tripped on the stone steps and fell hard, his face flushed with embarrassment.
But Tom and Fleur didn't care at all. Tom went straight to the girl, and Fleur stood behind her, helping him smooth out the corners of his clothes that he hadn't had time to tidy up.
"You were able to find our common room on your first day at Hogwarts?"
"Is that difficult?" Fleur blinked. "Ask any Slytherin student and they'll be dying to tell me all your passwords."
"Okay, you're quite charming," Tom said helplessly, "but you shouldn't come to see me so early. I don't believe you don't know how busy I was last night."
"That's why I came here to take you out for a walk."
As she spoke, Fleur had already put her arm around Tom's. "You promised me a long time ago that you would show me around Hogwarts. The school is so big, we have to hurry."
Tom reminded: "You will be living here for a month and a half."
Furong had already found a good excuse for this. "I have to train hard later. I only have a few days off. Madame Maxime gave us a few days to adapt to life here. To be honest, it's much more humid here than Beauxbatons. I even feel like my clothes are getting moldy."
What else can I say? I can only sacrifice my life for you... b**ch.
Tom acted as a tour guide, and the two of them, arm in arm, were the most fascinating combination wherever they went. For a while, Hogwarts was flooded with pink-eye cases.
"This is an echo wall.
It absorbs the sounds of people talking nearby.
It plays a random sound every afternoon at around 6 or 7.
Sometimes, what you hear could be sounds from ten years ago, or even longer.
So when students pass by here, they try not to talk to avoid becoming a black mark in the future."
"first————!"
Fleur kissed Tom hard on the cheek and said to the echoing wall in a clear voice: "Fleur Delacour kissed Tom Riddle here."
Tom smiled helplessly, turned around and kissed her back, leaving a few words as well. Only then did Yifen leave with satisfaction.
"This is a sunlit greenhouse. The temperature is constant throughout the year, warm in winter and cool in summer. See those lounge chairs? Many students like to take naps here.
"This is Lord Cadogan, his favorite thing is..."
"Coward! Coward! You finally come to me again. This time I won't let you escape. Fight with me!"
Tom shrugged. "See? He loves nothing more than to challenge someone to a duel."
"Then why do I call you a coward?" Furong asked curiously.
"Because last time he challenged me to a duel, I summoned a few fire dragons from other portraits and burned his sign and clothes.
"You are so bad." Furong covered her mouth and chuckled.
"This is a false staircase. Don't step on it, or you'll end up with nothing."
"This is the Thief's Armor. He would pick up debris from the ground and put it in his visor. One time, a student lied and said that the armor had stolen his homework. Later, more and more people said the same thing, and it evolved into the Thief's Armor."
"This is Mrs. Norris, the cat who always catches students who break the rules."
"This is Snape. This is not important. Let's go."
Snape:"???"
Looking at Tom and Fleur passing right in front of him, Snape's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. If it were someone else... he could make sure that person was gone from the school.
But Tom...
Sooner or later, you'll have a bad day.
Snape glared at Tom's back, flicked his robes, and strode away. It was foreseeable that the students who were about to attend Potions class next period would be in trouble...
While Tom was wandering around the castle, Grindelwald gathered the six students he brought with him to his dormitory.
Old Dumbledore was quite nice to him. Grindelwald's dormitory was a suite converted from a classroom. It was not only spacious but also had all the necessary facilities.
Grindelwald sat behind his desk, leisurely drinking coffee. Rosier stood behind him, his manners meticulous. Several students lowered their heads respectfully, not daring to look at him.
Except for Krum.
Although he felt very nervous, Krum was unwilling to show any fear of the man in front of him.
"This competition is very important." Grindelwald finally put down his coffee cup. "It's not only about your reputation and the reputation of the school, but also the silent shackles between Dumbledore and me.
He looked at Krum, who stood firm and refused to bend, and whispered, "Victor, do you have confidence?"
Chapter 397 Grindelwald: You Know, I Am Too Soft-hearted
Grindelwald and Viktor Krum have a strong connection.
He was the one who killed Krum's grandfather.
Krum's father was only a few months old at the time. If Grindelwald had acted earlier, Viktor would not have appeared in this world.
Therefore, Krum's family has always held a strong hatred towards him. It was not a big deal before, after all, they were imprisoned in Nurmengard and had no ability to rush in for revenge.
There are so many people who hate Grindelwald that they can't even get a chance to be ranked.
But when Grindelwald became the headmaster of Durmstrang, Krum was in a dilemma. He could either drop out of school or accept Grindelwald's rule.
But dropping out of school wouldn't solve the problem. Bulgaria was also Grindelwald's territory, so the whole family couldn't possibly abandon him, right?
Krum could only continue to endure it in school.
Grindelwald would not remember who he had killed, because there were so many people he had killed that he could not even remember their names.
But Grindelwald had a capable assistant, Rosier. Rosier knew very well that there must be their former enemies among the students of Durmstrang, so he conducted a careful investigation and found Krum and dozens of other students.
After being exposed, the students were taken to the principal's office.
When Rosier pointed out their identities, some of them were paralyzed with fear, some cried and begged for mercy, and only Krum, after a brief panic, took out his wand and pointed it at Grindelwald, using the most powerful magic he knew.
Rosier easily blocked the curse, not even making Grindelwald raise his eyelids.
Krum originally thought that they were doomed, but Grindelwald just smiled lightly, said "This one is not bad", and put everyone in.
Not only did they not cause him any trouble afterwards, but after he passed the selection, they also arranged for several elite Aurors and professors to provide special training for them.
Krum felt that he had survived a disaster, but also had a suffocating feeling of being ignored.
At this moment, facing Grindelwald's question, Krum's voice was full of confidence: "I will definitely bring the championship back to Durmstrang."
He only mentioned Durmstrang but not Grindelwald. Seeing Grindelwald frown, Krum's heart couldn't help but jump, thinking that he had angered him.
"You are too arrogant, Viktor."
Grindelwald slowly stood up and walked in front of Krum. The two looked at each other, and Krum quickly lowered his head.
"I admit that you are indeed a student with some talent, but that's all. Compared to real monsters... No, you are not even worthy of being compared with them."
Grindelwald was not referring to Tom. There have been thousands of geniuses and monsters in the world throughout history, but there is only one Tom, and he was asking Krum to admit that he was bullying others.
The monster he was talking about was actually Ariana, and if Obscurus was excluded, Krum couldn't touch Ariana's side even if he tried hard, which didn't prevent him from using it to stimulate Kusakabe.
"Krum, do you want revenge?" Grindelwald put his hand on Krum's shoulder.
"..."
"No need to deny it."
Grindelwald shook his head. "Hasn't your usual behavior been obvious? What's the point in denying it now?"
Faced with Krum's bewilderment, Grindelwald smiled gently. "I trained you so that one day you would be worthy enough to stand before me like your grandfather.
Your grandfather was a brave man, but he disagreed with my ideals because I would drag the entire wizarding world into war, and he would be unable to protect his family."
"I killed him out of respect. It wasn't a personal vendetta, but we had different ideologies, so we were enemies."
Grindelwald turned and returned to his seat. "If you don't approve of me, then work hard to become stronger, defeat me, and tell me I'm wrong, just like Dumbledore once did.
You shouldn't underestimate his students.
Only by defeating them can you prove that you are qualified to consider the next step."
"I understand. I won't look down on anyone." Krum nodded solemnly, and there was an inexplicable change in his gaze towards Grindelwald.
The blood feud between close relatives was a fact, but Grindelwald's ambition made him feel discouraged. If it were him, he would never think of cultivating someone who hated him.
Grindelwald waved his hand and drove everyone out. Among them, only Krum from the sixth grade was worth looking at. He couldn't count on that loser from the seventh grade.
Rosier looked at Krum's back with mockery and a hint of pity in his eyes.
Silly child, the adults trained you because even if you tried your best, you couldn't pose any threat to him, not to mention
Oh.
This time, the adults are no longer alone.
"Wenda, you can go too. You don't have to follow me."
Rozier bowed slightly and left the office as well. She knew that her master was going to look for that old man again.
This was indeed the case. Shortly after she left, Grindelwald left the room and prepared to go to the headmaster's office for breakfast.
However, less than thirty seconds after he left the door, Professor McGonagall rushed over.
"Mr. Grindelwald, you are not familiar with the school yet, do you need me to show you the way?"
Grindelwald looked at her teasingly, knowing that this was all arranged by Dumbledore. Only a few deans of this school were qualified to follow him.
"You've arrived just in time, Minerva." Grindelwald didn't accuse or expose her, but instead gave her a hand. "Take me to Dumbledore [I wondered what the difference was between the headmaster's breakfast and my own.]"
Professor McGonagall did not refuse. At this moment, she wished that Dumbledore and Grindelwald could be tied up and killed so that others would not have to worry.
The two of them quickly arrived at the eighth floor. Professor McGonagall left after giving the command, and Grindelwald walked into the office alone.
Dumbledore seemed to have anticipated this and had already laid out two breakfasts.
"How does it feel?"
Dumbledore asked with a smile after Grindelwald sat down.
Grindelwald grinned. "Very good! The climate here is much better than Durmstrang. Looking at the pale snow-capped mountains every day will eventually tire me. Green mountains and clear waters are much more refreshing. Albus, what do you think about us swapping roles?"
"It would be interesting for me to be the headmaster of Hogwarts and you to be the headmaster of Durmstrang."
Dumbledore discovered that after Grindelwald escaped from prison, his thoughts became more and more unconventional. He often couldn't keep up with his opponent's ideas and was always at a disadvantage.
Even in casual chats like this one, we are being led by the nose.
"I'm afraid you'll turn my school into a training ground for saints. Forget it, let's eat."
Dumbledore started eating first, and Grindelwald stopped talking about this topic and started eating with gusto.
The room fell into silence for a short time.
The headmasters on the wall secretly opened their eyes and looked at the strange scene of a white lord and a dark lord having breakfast together.
If it were Voldemort, this kind of thing would probably not happen even if Dumbledore died.
Phineas pinched his beard. To be honest, he thought the Dark Lord was quite stylish and his ideas were not unacceptable. If Grindelwald had risen in his time, he might really choose to join the other side and curb the development of Muggles together.
It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time...
It's better to just watch the fun.
After a while, Grindelwald took the initiative to break the silence and asked casually, "By the way, where is your phoenix? Why isn't it here?"
Dumbledore looked slightly unhappy.
Why does this person keep bringing up things that are not related to the topic?
What could he say? That his bird was almost becoming Tom's bird, following that kid around all day and not even going home?
Recently, Fox has been closer to Tom than before. He once asked Fox about it, but Fox ignored him and said something like "the smell of mom".
If I really tell the truth, I will definitely be ridiculed.
In order to avoid embarrassment, Dumbledore stepped forward, his eyes becoming sharper. "I heard... you've been flirting with the Lithuanian and Hungarian Ministries of Magic recently?"
"Are you well-informed?"
Grindelwald casually expressed his surprise and gave a helpless smile. "It seems you have another undercover agent next to me?"
"There are no absolute secrets in the world."
Dumbledore said solemnly, "This involves the movements of two countries. Can it be concealed just because you want to?"
He had tried to downplay the situation. Not only these two countries, but also Western Europe, Northern Europe, and even some Central Asian countries had begun secret exchanges with Berlin. These were not private, but official contacts.
The two he mentioned are the ones with the most obvious actions and the strongest tendencies.
"I can't help it." Grindelwald spread his hands and said innocently, "You know, I'm always easily moved by my feelings. It's hard for me to refuse someone's request."
11
Dumbledore took a deep breath.
Don't you feel guilty when you say such things?
Why did Grindelwald become so shameless after being imprisoned in Nurmengard for decades? What exactly did he go through and what did he figure out?
Compared to the past, Grindelwald is obviously more difficult to deal with now, because he used to be very concerned about his reputation, and he would be cautious if he wanted to maintain his reputation.
Now...
Oh.
Like a hedgehog, it makes it hard to get out of the market
And vaguely, Dumbledore had a familiar feeling. He had felt the helplessness of Grindelwald in other places.
Where can I see...divination?
Chapter 398: Uninvited Guests in Knockturn Alley
Faced with Dumbledore's helplessness, Grindelwald smiled happily.
He finally understood how refreshed Tom felt when he was angry. No wonder the boy was always in a good mood. It would be strange if he was in a bad mood because he made them angry.
"You want to break our agreement? Don't forget, we signed a blood pact."
"No, Dumbledore, I never had any idea of a promise.
Grindelwald put down his fork and tilted his head slightly. "Why do you always keep your eyes on me? They're just pitiful people who came over on their own initiative, seeking warmth from each other.
Shouldn't you reflect on why the International Federation of Witches is so unpopular, causing so many countries to be dissatisfied with them?"
"There is dissatisfaction, but there is more ambition."
Dumbledore said calmly, "Your appearance has caused people who were originally content to think differently. The world could have continued in a stable state.
"Albus, you're meddling more than ever."
Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore with disapproval, constantly toying with the blood pact they had just signed. "If you want to rule the world, suppressing others is understandable, but you're just a headmaster. What right do you have to interfere with the decisions of other ministries?"
"Ambition? There are so many ambitious people in the world, why are they always targeting me? Those in the Ministry of Magic are just pursuing more benefits and higher status. If that's the case, they can certainly turn to me.
Dumbledore's eyes were deep. Facing Grindelwald's questioning, he was unable to refute it. He could only whisper: "Our lives are almost coming to an end. Let's not leave a mess on the world.
"Don't worry." Grindelwald chuckled. "The future is still long. You can enjoy it slowly."
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, and he sensed a different meaning in this sentence. However, Grindelwald didn't give him a chance to think about it, and changed the subject.
"Albus, my students have come here with great difficulty. They are not only here to compete, but also to experience the teaching methods here. Don't hide it."
"What's the meaning?"
"I mean... a half-giant isn't really presentable. Why don't you invite Scamander over and have him give a few open classes to my students?"
"If he performs well, I might consider hiring Scamander to work at my school.
Dumbledore:
Is this grudge something that must be remembered?
You're over a hundred years old, can't you be more open-minded?
In the spell class, Tom finally got a break.
Not long after leaving with Furong, Cassandra came running over to join in the fun. The smile that had been on Furong's face immediately disappeared, and she started to grumble and grumble, "I'm arguing with Cassandra again."
At this time, Tom naturally had to help Fleur. After all, the two of them had a relationship based on food, while the relationship between him and Cassandra was still pure...a financial relationship.
Cassandra also felt Tom's favoritism and left angrily, cursing Tom in her heart for turning his back on her.
The people chasing me can line up from Ivermect to New York, and you're trying to pick up a mixed-race girl?
How much money have I made for you in these few months? You treat me like air!
In fact, Tom really didn't pay attention to how much money Cassandra made for him recently. After the mission was completed, he didn't care about the changes in the money on the account (cgcf)
They were all numbers anyway. There were very few things in the wizarding world that could be bought with money. Really good things were never measured in Galleons. It was good enough to have a channel for bartering.
"No, we can't go on like this."
Professor Flitwick was demonstrating the melting spell, turning the podium into a ball of slime. He manipulated the slime to make all kinds of funny expressions, making the students laugh. Tom frowned and thought hard.
Although it would make him happy in the future, for now, women would only affect the speed at which he learned magic.
If he continues to be constantly tossed around by the girls like this, he won't be able to do any serious work, and it might also make them develop a habit of making trouble in front of him at any time.
How can this be allowed?
Daphne and Hermione had been secretly observing his expression, and naturally knew what Tom was worried about. Daphne's eyes were rolling around, and no one knew what she was thinking.
After class, she immediately grabbed Hermione, who wanted to go with Tom, and mumbled out her analysis.
After listening to this, Hermione nodded frequently. "I also felt something strange yesterday. She was a little too extreme. She could have done it in private... But Daphne, is this really something you could have expected?"
Hermione looked at Daphne's chubby little face in confusion, trying to find any clues.
"Who else could it be if not me?" the girl said righteously, her hands on her hips.
Well, Astoria is her sister. Aren't her sister's thoughts her own?
Anyway, in Daphne's logic, there is nothing wrong with her thinking this way.
"Hermione, this evil woman is so abominable. She must be thinking of taking Tom to Beauxbatons. You don't want to look at the address book every day and see [Tom hugging her and video chatting with you], do you?"
The last sentence was also taught by Astoria.
After hearing this, Hermione's face turned ugly. Fleur's appearance was perfect, but she was also very aggressive. She was what we often call a beautiful woman with a strong complexion.
Except for little fangirls, most girls would be naturally wary and resistant to this kind of appearance, so Hermione subconsciously believed her words.
The two looked at each other and said nothing, but they had reached a tacit understanding.
At the end of the day's classes, although Tom was thinking about how to get out of his current predicament, he still faithfully fulfilled his duties as a tour guide. He just didn't want to be caught between the girls, but it wasn't like he would ignore everyone.
When it came to the dinner, the already long chair had another seat added.
A middle-aged man in a suit and tie, with even his beard meticulously groomed, sat solemnly on the newly added seat.
Percy excitedly introduced the identity of the visitor to the students around him.
"This is Mr. Barty Crouch, the current Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. He has been named a model official of the Ministry of Magic by the Daily Prophet for seven consecutive years. My dream is to work under him after graduation!"
The look was exactly the same as when Ronald saw Krum.
After a while, as more people arrived, Dumbledore introduced Crouch's identity and purpose to everyone.
"The Ministry of Magic also attaches great importance to this competition. Director Crouch is here to ensure that the competition is conducted smoothly and fairly. He will supervise the refereeing of this competition.
Crouch stood up at the right moment and nodded to everyone around him. Applause broke out in the auditorium, and Percy's hands were almost rotten from clapping.
Grindelwald smiled playfully. Although Crouch had a good reason to come here and there was nothing unusual about him, he had a hunch that Crouch was coming for him.
He wanted to see when Crouch would come to him and what his purpose was.
In the evening, Tom finally came up with a solution and talked to the girls separately. When they were not together, even Daphne was very reasonable.
He used the excuse that he was busy with the affairs of the Wizarding Guild and that his magic research had reached a critical juncture, so he didn't have much time to spend with them.
Therefore, he would only take out two hours a day to take Furong to play in the castle, and he would try to make up for it when he had free time.
In fact, this is not an excuse. He does have a lot of things to do now. Seeing Astoria every day is like reminding him of the existence of the blood curse. At the same time, after fusing with the Phoenix bloodline, there is still a lot of potential that has not been tapped.
From the next day on, Tom's ears were much quieter.
Let Fleur and Daphne quarrel. His presence will not ease the conflict, but will become the focus of contention. Everyone has their own ideas, and it is impossible for him to make everyone live in harmony. As long as they can see clearly that there are no problems, it will be fine.
Daphne also followed Astoria's method and constantly provoked Fleur. Every time they met, they would quarrel. Hermione would sometimes help, and occasionally a few words from her would make Fleur unable to cope.
One against two, and on the enemy's home turf, she doesn't have the advantage!
The other students were quite happy to see that there was something new to do every day, and Hogwarts was much more lively than usual.
Friday came in the blink of an eye.
The first match will be held at the weekend, and the students' attention will be temporarily diverted.
Everyone is supporting the players from their own school.
Ginny has become a national treasure-level protected animal in Gryffindor.
Wherever she goes, there are groups of people surrounding her.
If she stretches out her hand, countless snacks will be automatically offered to her.
But on Friday night, Tom received a message, which was the first message after he added this person as a friend.
[Temporary Warehouse: Mr. Riddle, I have a message that might interest you.]
Tom raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand, and a line of words quickly appeared on the address book.
Tom: Old Burke, I hate it when people keep me in suspense. Do you really want me to come to your door and use my magic wand to pull your intestines out of your mouth?
The old man on the opposite side seemed to be frightened and it took him a long time to confess the truth.
Temporary Warehouse: I broke my promise, Mr. Riddle. The truth is, many people in Knockturn Alley have reached their limit of tolerance for the Wizarding Guild, and they are preparing to take action tonight.
so good?
Tom was not surprised but happy, with a smile on his face.
After a week of holding back my frustration, is this finally a chance to vent?