Chapter 435 Soul Assimilation, The Tenth Trial Begins
"I know it sounds incredible, and I'm not really sure either, but isn't this an attempt? It doesn't matter if I fail, as long as there's a glimmer of success, it proves that my approach is correct."
Ravenclaw wanted to say something, but the time for action had come. Tom regained control, and without Ravenclaw's restraint, his will disappeared from the crown. Fufu's soul 'whooshed' back to its lair.
"No..." Ravenclaw, inside the study space, looked unsatisfied: "Why is your time so short!"
Tom's face darkened: "Explain yourself clearly, this talent only lasts for half an hour, what am I supposed to do?"
"Tch, isn't it because you're short?"
The woman's words were getting more and more outrageous. If Tom weren't outmatched, he would have already attacked her.
Ravenclaw is like this when she enters research mode; her temper becomes many times more irritable than usual, and her patience diminishes. Perhaps this is her true personality [her usual gentle older sister persona is all a facade].
"Next time, just use them consecutively at midnight." Tom said, as if coaxing a child, watching Ravenclaw start shaking his leg.
"Not enough." Ravenclaw shook his head. "The time is too short, '077.' We can't waste it on separating Horcruxes. You must learn the method I just used."
"That's simple, but do you really think the Confusion Charm will work?"
Tom remained skeptical of Ravenclaw's ideas and didn't want her to waste her time.
Ravenclaw could only explain his plan in its entirety.
"The Confusion Spell is only the first step; its purpose is to reduce the activity of the soul, or rather, to suppress the will to resist."
"The second step is the most crucial point." The woman's red lips curled up slightly: "I once learned a magic spell created by Salazar that can assimilate the flesh and blood of others into my own."
Tom got goosebumps listening to this. "Why would Slytherin invent such magic?"
"What else could it be? That madman is no less restrained than me when he conducts experiments, he's even more insane. All his experiments are for his own benefit, for better results. His flesh and blood are also part of the material."
"For example, the serpent monster you killed, I estimate that it most likely fused with Slytherin's flesh and blood, otherwise why would it only recognize his offspring? That doesn't make sense."
Tom's young mind was greatly shocked. These legendary wizards were all so human-like: Ravenclaw stole memories, Slytherin plundered flesh and blood, but what about the remaining two?
Is being abnormal and insane the first element to becoming a legend?
Tom understood Ravenclaw's idea: if flesh and blood can be assimilated, why can't the soul? Although it's difficult, the meaning of magic is to create miracles.
This idea is somewhat similar to the demonic cultivators in fantasy novels, who absorb the soul power of others to strengthen themselves, except that they don't need to absorb it; they only need to assimilate the souls within the soul artifact.
"Then take it easy," Tom reminded him. "Don't experiment on yourself. Tell me what you think."
Ravenclaw felt somewhat helpless. This strange space couldn't help much when it came to the realm of the soul, which made her think that it was better to just stay alive.
If she could move around in the outside world like Grindelwald now, the progress would be much faster.
Now, she can only refine the theory, and Tom will take care of the necessary actions.
However, this matter is a very low priority.
The primary tasks are to revive the spirits, remove the blood curse, and open the gates to the tenth trial as soon as possible.
May flew by, and before we knew it, Tom's third grade was coming to an end.
Third-year students Slytherin and Gryffindor arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom as usual. Many of them looked exhausted, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of homework and review material.
They face greater pressure than in previous exams.
The side effects of advanced communication technology have become apparent. Communication between professors and parents has become much more convenient and frequent. If you don't do your homework today, you can receive a yelling letter from home tomorrow.
If their grades are unsatisfactory because they didn't study hard enough, then a nightmare awaits them throughout the summer.
Some of the most devoted students have already begun to envy Tom and Harry.
Orphans...orphans are good.
Before the bell rang, Lupin walked into the classroom, carrying his small suitcase as always. He didn't look too well, but the students were used to it.
This professor is good in every way, except he's a bit poor and in poor health.
Like Rolls last semester, he is a competent professor, and compared to Quirrell and the previous professors, he is excellent.
Lupin smiled gently at everyone, clearly in a good mood today.
"This is the last Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the school year. Today we'll talk about... werewolves."
"Professor, Professor Snape already covered that while you were on leave!" Lavender Brown exclaimed. "He even deducted ten points from our class!"
Lupin didn't mind and continued with a smile, "In this respect, I still have more unique insights than Severus. Thank you for the reminder, Miss Brown. Gryffindor gets ten points."
Brown shut up, feeling quite pleased with himself.
Lupin took a scroll out of the box and hung it on the blackboard. It depicted a werewolf standing upright after transforming.
"Werewolves are a disease, a poison."
Lupin's voice turned low and desolate: "They will transform on the night of the full moon into mindless monsters. Werewolves are both perpetrators and victims."
"It is difficult to identify whether a wizard is a werewolf wizard, but you can always find clues if you observe carefully."
"For example, they have more body hair than average, larger palms, but thinner fingers, and their nails are much whiter than normal."
As he spoke, Zhou Ping showed his hand, gesturing for everyone to observe carefully.
"They fear the moon, whether it's the real moon or a Boggart or some other magically conjured moon; they're all affected by it."
"Although the wolfsbane potion exists, allowing werewolves to remain conscious after transformation, this potion is extremely expensive to produce and must be taken continuously for seven days, weakening them each day. So, if you see someone consistently taking leave, be very careful..."
Hermione was stunned by Lupin's self-deprecating statement. She had already received confirmation from Tom and had her own concerns, but Tom's assurances and Dumbledore's trust made her choose to believe Lupin as well...
Harry, who was not far away, also looked completely dumbfounded.
He certainly knew Lupin's true identity, but he couldn't understand what was wrong with Lupin. Was Dumbledore paying him too little, and he wanted to quit?
As Lupin provided a comprehensive analysis of werewolves, some of the smarter students recalled his consistent pattern of taking leave over the past year, and their expressions changed completely.
Of course, this doesn't include Ronald and Neville, those two goofballs who are still diligently taking notes, thinking these are the key points for the final exam.
It wasn't until after class, when Lupin walked out of the classroom, that Malfoy's cold laugh snapped the two of them out of their daze.
"Dumbledore is truly 'great'... to keep a werewolf in the castle for a whole year."
Soon, news that Lupin was a werewolf spread throughout the castle, causing some to be terrified and others to remain calm.
During her substitute teaching period, Snape diligently explained werewolves to every grade.
Naturally, some clever people, like Hermione, guessed Lupin's identity.
However, there were already enough oddballs in the school, so having a few more werewolves wouldn't be a big deal.
Therefore, they tacitly refrained from exposing him.
By the time everyone found out, Lupin had already submitted his resignation and disappeared from the castle.
Dumbledore tried to persuade him to stay, but Lupin was determined to leave.
"Professor, Sirius has already done this many times."
Before leaving, Lupin smiled and said to Dumbledore in the principal's office, "He needs a regular teammate to do tasks with him. Besides, it's not fair to always have other professors cover my classes every month. They are already very busy."
"Now that my identity has been exposed, even if the students can accept it, their parents will not agree."
Dumbledore sighed softly, "Since you've made up your mind, I can only wish you good luck, Shits."
"Thank you. I hope you can find a better Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. If you really can't find anyone, I recommend Severus to take my place." With that, Lupin drifted away.
Dumbledore gave a wry smile; he seemed to recall hearing something similar last year, recommended by Tom.
None of them want Snape to have an easy time...
Inside the dormitory, Tom lay on the bed, seemingly asleep, but in reality, all his consciousness had entered the sea of consciousness.
Mental strength and willpower transformed into an invisible hammer, relentlessly smashing towards the gate of the tenth palace.
Every collision made him see stars.
After months of effort, the gaps in the gate have widened, and unlike the golden light of the previous palaces, a cool white light now shines from the tenth palace.
Tom has started using this palace as a sleep aid. Whenever he can't sleep, he comes over and bangs his head against it a few times, and he's guaranteed to fall asleep instantly and sleep until he naturally wakes up.
Seeing that success was within reach, he decided not to delay any longer. He endured the feeling of fainting and used his last bit of mental energy to unleash a cannonball.
Squeak!
The angle at which the door opens and closes exceeds the critical point, and it is fully opened by inertia.
A message entered the boy's mind, but Tom was no longer in the mood to read it; he just wanted to get a good night's sleep...
Chapter 436 the Tenth Trial: Star, Nicolas Flamel Is Attacked
The most comfortable sleep is when a person is exhausted. After sleeping until he naturally woke up, Tom felt refreshed and all the accumulated fatigue was swept away, and he was fully rejuvenated.
My three roommates were still fast asleep, tired of looking at the wall clock; it was four in the morning.
Tom couldn't help but let out a shout.
Goodness, he came back and started b*****g on the door after lunch yesterday, and it only took him half an hour. That means he slept for fifteen hours?
Tom doesn't recall ever sleeping for such a long time.
But it does feel pretty good.
Only then did he have the opportunity to view the contents of the tenth trial.
[Tenth Trial - Star]
The starry sky is the romance of the gods, and you, who are about to complete all the trials, are also qualified to touch it. Mission requirements: Use your own strength to travel to the moon and stay for seven days (Blue Star days).
[Mission Reward: One chance for physique evolution.]
Tom closed the mission description with a serious expression.
In layman's terms, this mission means, 'Earth can't hold you anymore, go roam space!'
He knew that even the initial setup was this difficult, so the trial itself wouldn't be easy either, but this mission still far exceeded his expectations. The requirements were truly staggering.
The physical body will traverse the universe and fly to the moon, where it will stay for seven days.
Each of the above is an almost impossible challenge for carbon-based life forms. What's wrong with the King of the Century? Many Kings of the Century can't even fly.
You could let Dumbledore go seven days without food or water and he'd still starve to death. No, wait... he could take food to the moon.
But how is he going to get there?
Fly there on your own?
For a moment, Tom's thoughts were in disarray, and he felt at a loss for where to begin. It was even more difficult than competing with a phoenix in speed; it was more like a comprehensive test.
He suddenly remembered Catherine's catchphrase.
Towards the Stars
Damn, is the next mission going to send him to some kind of abyss? Where on Earth are there such things?
So while everyone else was busy studying for their final exams, Tom left Hogwarts multiple times to go to Muggle society to look up information about space and the moon.
In this area of research, Muggles have far surpassed wizards.
After reading it, Mu only felt a bigger headache...
The distance from Earth to the Moon — 363,000 kilometers; the temperature difference between day and night on the Moon — 300 degrees Celsius; cosmic radiation; meteorite impacts; atmospheric pressure changes...
After summarizing all the difficulties, Tom's head was spinning.
This contrasted sharply with Snape's beaming appearance.
Lupin was successfully ousted by him. He refused to believe that Dumbledore could find a qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor anywhere else, so he placed his transfer application on the headmaster's desk.
Tom was immediately annoyed.
He's a real scoundrel; he won't allow anyone to be happy when he's unhappy, even though he knows Snape won't be able to take Defense Against the Dark Arts next semester [it's destined to be a disappointment].
But he didn't want Snape to show off in front of him.
"Professor," the boy grabbed Snape before the first exam, "Do you think your place is secure for next semester?"
"Riddle, what do you mean?" Snape's smile vanished.
"It's nothing," Tom shook his head. "I just have a little tidbit I wanted to tell you: Professor Dumbledore has already made contact with someone."
Snape's expression changed: "Lupin only left a few days ago and he's already found someone?"
Tom seized the opportunity to sow discord among Dumbledore's eyes: "Don't you know the principal's personality? He's best at finding scapegoats."
"Who did Dumbledore contact?" Snape asked again.
He planned to find out more about his target and then use some underhanded tactics to get that person to resign voluntarily. This wasn't intimidation; it was for the person's own good. The defense against dark magic was too complex; who else but him could handle it?
"Alastor Moody," Tom cheerfully announced a name. "I heard he's a retired Auror, a cripple, and blind in one eye. Does he even deserve to compete with you for this position? I'm the first to disagree."
Snape's expression was incredibly interesting.
Moody?
It was that old man?
In all of Britain, there were few wizards he feared and dreaded. If it weren't for Dumbledore protecting Lupin and Sirius, he could have tormented them to death.
Unfortunately for him, Moody was someone he couldn't afford to mess with... Every Death Eater trembled at the mere mention of Alastor Moody.
"Riddle, exams are just around the corner, and you still have the nerve to make sarcastic remarks? If you don't get first place in the grade this time, I will absolutely not give you any special privileges next semester."
Snape left hastily after uttering those harsh words, his back view looking rather disheveled, while Tom wore a pleased smile.
That feels so good...
"Little Crow".
After the first day of exams, Tom comforted Daphne and went to the Forbidden Forest to summon Rayquaza.
He didn't have to wait long before Usachi's tall and agile figure descended from the sky and, as always, snuggled up to him affectionately.
Usachi has now reached adolescence. Although his physical changes are not as rapid as before, the explosive power hidden beneath his body is increasing day by day.
It was only because he had reached this stage that Tom felt comfortable letting him forage in the atmosphere, or even higher.
Tom called Usage back today so that he could go to space to explore and experience what it's like to survive there.
Usachi wanted to let out a triumphant roar, but Tom, who was riding on his back, gently patted him, and he immediately became obedient, his body at a ninety-degree angle to the ground, shooting straight into the sky.
Troposphere, stratosphere, mesosphere... until breaking through the final exosphere, Tom arrived in outer space for the first time.
This place is more than a thousand kilometers above the ground, and at least a very small number of high-altitude satellites are at the same altitude as it.
He was surrounded by a faint green light, an energy shield provided by Usachi. Inside, he felt no different from the ground; the pressure, oxygen, and everything else were normal.
However, this is not Rayquaza's ability; to be precise, it is an effect that comes with the contract, transferring some of Rayquaza's abilities to him.
However, he cannot use Rayquaza's power to go to the moon, so he still has to rely on himself.
After donning all the protective magic he had learned, and repeatedly instructing Usachi to bring him back to Earth immediately if anything seemed amiss, Tom flew off Usachi's back and faced the starry sky alone.
The transparent protective shield instantly turned ice blue.
The temperature here was close to minus 270 degrees Celsius.
To maintain the effect of the temperature-regulating spell, Tom had to continuously output magic power.
At the same time, the change in pressure made him feel uncomfortable.
Before long, Tom frowned, and Usachi flew over and caught him.
"Phew...what a strange feeling."
Tom frowned as Rayquaza landed back on the ground. He thought the oxygen problem could be solved with the Bubble Head Charm, but it didn't work. The temperature and pressure difference problems were under control, but the radiation could not be filtered out.
Having roughly figured out the problem, Tom felt much more relaxed.
It's not that I'm afraid of having problems, it's that I'm afraid of not knowing what the problems are.
He has overcome many difficulties along the way, and I believe there will be no surprises this time either.
Tom looked up, the golden sunset dyeing half the sky, like a golden curtain falling from the sky, with distinct layers, and suddenly some thoughts came to his mind.
Over the next few days, Tom took the exams as scheduled.
In the practical exam room of the Transformation Book, Professor McGonagall's question was to transform a squirrel into a candlestick.
If the shape was correct and the function was complete, it would be considered good.
If it had some shape and pattern, it would be excellent.
Of course, these were other people's test questions. When it was Tom's turn, Professor McGonagall subconsciously made the questions more difficult for him.
Transform a cat into a rabbit using a shapeshifting spell.
Transformation between organisms is already a high-level application of shapeshifting, but the cat-raccoon is a magical creature with magic power within it, immediately raising the difficulty level several notches.
"Professor, you can't discriminate!" Tom protested, feeling wronged.
Professor McGonagall smiled and offered an enticing deal: "Mr. Riddle, if you can finish this, I won't assign you any homework this summer."
Tom's eyes lit up, and he readily agreed.
Although Hermione is still doing his homework, it's good to make things a little easier for the little witch.
He took out his wand and gently tapped the cat-like creature. After a brief twist, the cat-like creature turned into a little white rabbit, hopping and skipping over to Tom and rubbing against his trouser leg.
Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction and wrote an 'O' on the report card in front of Tom...
On the second day of the spells class, the students experienced the harsh realities of society during the written test—Professor Flitwick, who was usually humorous and tolerant towards young wizards, had a tough time this time.
He divided the entire exam paper into two parts: 50 percent of it contained the key points he had previously mentioned, and the other 50 percent included not only the knowledge from this academic year but also the knowledge from the previous two years.
Even Hermione started scratching her head, looking so aggrieved she was about to cry.
The boy across two tables was amused and secretly gave Professor Flitwick a thumbs-up. The Dean of Ravenclaw feigned seriousness, but the smile in his eyes betrayed him.
Without a doubt, this despicable idea was Tom's suggestion to Flitwick. He wanted to build his own happiness on the suffering of others, and seeing the masks of pain on everyone's faces, he "donned the mask of pain himself."
Because holding back laughter is really painful...
Click!
The abrupt, crisp sound was very clear in the room; one should not instinctively try to find the source of the sound.
The next second.
boom---!
Tom transformed into a streak of light, smashing through the glass to the astonishment of his classmates. The shockwave from the burst of magic sent everyone sprawling inside.
Inside the headmaster's office, Dumbledore saw Tom fly towards Hogsmeade at top speed, and disappear into the air as soon as he was out of the range of the Hogwarts anti-Apparition array.
Old Deng looked completely bewildered.
What happened?
No one knew what had happened except Tom, who knew that the sound just now was the sound of the runes shattering.
Nico... is in danger!
Chapter 437 Fear of Insufficient Firepower and Instant Kill, The Name That Cannot Be Told
At Tom's current speed, it would only take him the time it takes to Apparate from the Scottish Highlands to Paris.
In less than two minutes, he arrived outside Nicolas Flamel's estate.
Tom, who was originally furious and murderous, was stunned by the scene before him.
Hundreds of fanged figures with bat wings on their arms are besieging the protective shield of Nicolas Flamel Manor, each radiating dark magic.
Tom recognized them at a glance; they weren't people, but vampires.
Although vampires don't use magic, they do possess magical power within them; otherwise, they wouldn't be considered a magical race. The escaping magical power is highly corrosive, and it hisses when it collides with the protective shield.
What dumbfounded Tom wasn't the vampires themselves, but rather the things entangled with them—dozens of 'Transformers' rampaging through the air, constantly unleashing magic stored in advance in their palms for use in magical runes.
Are all these the old man's masterpieces?
No... just how much has Nico been hiding from him?
"What are you watching, kid? Hurry up and do it."
Nicolas Flamel's voice resounded through the sky through an amplification spell. Tom, realizing what was happening, said speechlessly, "Teacher, there are only a few hundred vampires. You can handle that with your methods, right?"
He glanced at them and realized that although these "Transformers" weren't as good as the Megatron he had made, they weren't far off. Even if there were only ten, let alone dozens, they could wear down these vampires.
He thought it was Voldemort calling and rushed over, and this is all?
"Those puppets are ruthless; I want to capture them alive."
Nico's voice continued to echo in the sky, but the vampires seemed not to hear it, completely oblivious to their disadvantage, and continued to charge at the protective barrier relentlessly.
The Transformers, having received orders, ceased their engagement with the vampires and retreated into the protective shield's range.
Seeing this, Tom knew he had no choice but to act. His body suddenly exploded, turning into a massive amount of black, fibrous material, which instantly formed a tornado that swept towards the vampires on the ground.
At the same time, wisps of cold air seeped out from within the tornado, mixing with the black tornado to create a strange and unusual sight.
Nicolas Flamel at the manor was stunned.
"This is... Momo Ran?"
Tom is still a silent observer?!
This silent physique and density of magic were so profound that even this 600-year-old man was unsure of his own judgment.
He had met many Obscurians in his life, but the most powerful one was Credence back then, not only because he was a Dumbledore, but also because Credence lived to be almost twenty years old, and his Obscurian had more time to grow than others.
But compared to Tom now, it's like comparing a mouse to an elephant—vastly different.
Nico watched helplessly as, in just a few dozen seconds, a black tornado ravaged the earth, sweeping up all the vampires in its path. When the storm subsided, the vampires frozen into ice blocks fell to the ground like hailstones.
Tom didn't stop after doing all that. Instead, he flew back into the sky, activated his Magic Vision, and circled the manor, trying to find if anyone else was hiding behind the scenes. Unfortunately, he found nothing and had no choice but to fly back to the manor gate.
Nico had already begun directing the 'Transformers' to start moving the vampire, but as soon as they touched the ice surface, the intense cold affected even their steel bodies.
"I'll do it."
Tom waved, and all the ice cubes floated up, following the two into the manor.
"Teacher, why do you make these things? You could just come to me if you have any problems."
Looking at the Transformers around him, the boy was heartbroken. What a waste! What a huge waste!
The old man's things will eventually be his; the more he uses, the less he will inherit in the future.
Having created Megatron himself, he naturally knew how terrifying the consumption was.
Tom really wanted to ask Nico, "Aren't you French? How come you also have a fear of insufficient fire-fighting capabilities?"
Nico is a shrewd old fox. Besides, Tom's pained expression was written all over his face. How could he not know what he was really thinking? He was so angry that he coughed repeatedly.
Having such a rebellious disciple is truly his blessing...
"Come with me."
To avoid dying of anger before his natural death, the old man tried his best not to look at Tom's face and silently led the way. The two arrived at a garden in the northwest corner of the manor, a place Tom had never been before because it was too remote.
Nicolas Flamel's hand lingered for a moment on the half-length griffin statue at the garden entrance, causing the ground to tremble, before he moved away, revealing a staircase leading underground.
"They were holding back a trick up their sleeve," the boy muttered.
Nico took a deep breath...ignoring him, and walked down.
Tom followed closely behind, but he didn't bring the vampire in; he just left him on the ground. Even though June in Paris was very hot, the ice he had conjured wouldn't melt so easily.
Entering the underground chamber, he slightly opened his eyes.
The secret room was very large, at least half the size of an auditorium, and in the very center of the room was a pool filled with blood, almost the size of a standard swimming pool.
The blood inside was boiling like magma, emitting a faint red glow, but strangely, no bloody smell wafted in.
"You should know what they're used for," Nico asked softly.
Tom nodded: "The Philosopher's Stone."
He was just joking when he said he was hiding something. Nico had already taught him how to make the Philosopher's Stone, and the most important raw material was right in front of him.
Furthermore, it must be extracted through special means; blood is merely a carrier, while the key lies in the vitality it carries, or even the concept of survival itself.
"Did you bring truth serum?" Nicole asked.
"I brought it," Tom said.
"Then let's conduct the trial here; it's a perfect way to make use of waste."
The old man's voice was cold, "I'm an old man, and you still won't let me go. I don't know if it's the work of an old friend or a newcomer."
A nice guy wouldn't create a Philosopher's Stone.
Nico has always acted like a positive character and even helped Dumbledore fight against Voldemort, but that was only because he had been cultivating his character for a long time and Grindelwald's existence did threaten his life, so he had no choice but to do so.
Now that someone wants his life, his temper, which had been calm for hundreds of years, has naturally flared up.
Tom waved, and soon two ice cubes floated in. After they thawed, Tom took out the truth serum and fed each of them two drops to wake the vampires.
The awakened vampire, as if he hadn't slept enough, drooped his head and felt limp all over.
"Tell me your names."
"Abel Thorne."
"Vera Knox."
The two vampires slowly uttered their names, and Tom nodded slightly. Fortunately, Snape's potion had expired.
Tom continued, "Tell me, who sent you here, and why did you kidnap Nicolas Flamel?"
However, this time he received no answer; both vampires remained silent.
It's not that the truth serum has lost its effectiveness, but rather that people are unaware of it.
Nico gestured with his chin toward the pool of blood, Tom snapped his fingers, and two vampires fell in. After a few seconds of screams, they were completely melted.
Next, row after row of vampires were pulled in by Tom. He used two and a half bottles of truth serum, but still got nothing.
He only caught the big fish when he had just the last bit of truth serum left in his hand.
'.~Name.'
"Valelius Lesenbra"
Tom perked up; this surname was a noble one among vampires.
Are you the leader of this group of vampires?
"I am only the leader of my clan. The vampires of the Philinoli clan in Vladimir are not under my control."
Tom and Nicole exchanged a glance.
"Very good. Who has a higher status, you or the other two leaders?"
"We are equal, and there is no subordinate relationship between us."
Are the three of you working for the same person?
This time, Lesenberg didn't answer so quickly; he waited several seconds before saying, "Yes."
"Did he send you?" Tom asked again, trying to avoid sensitive questions and extract as much information as possible.
""
"Tell me his name, his identity."
This time, Lesenberg struggled even more, his face contorted with bulging veins, Tom's wand already in his hand, using the Imperius Curse in conjunction with the Truth Potion.
"Lost...Lord Lester, he is my master, the master of all vampires!"
Nico frowned; he had no recollection of the name (Qian Zhao).
But Tom immediately remembered something and explained to the old man, "It's a vampire that escaped from North America and has the ability to infect people."
"I don't know him at all," Nico said, frowning. He looked at Lesenberg. "Why did he send you to attack my manor?"
"...."
Lesenberg's words abruptly stopped, his expression turning incredibly ferocious. Veins bulged on the vampire's already pale face, and blood gushed wildly from his seven orifices.
Tom made a lightning-fast move.
"Safeguarding the town!"
Peacekeeper was originally a barrier-type magic that could prevent black magic from attacking people inside the barrier, but at this time Tom used it as a means to suppress Lesenberg's body.
Soft white light fell on him, but Lesenberg's condition did not improve; instead, his expression became even more pained. Tom, however, disregarded his feelings. "Song wants people to survive."
But the curse's effect was more intense than he had imagined; Lesenberg was almost bursting at the seams by the two forces.
Left with no other choice, Tom had to resort to his last resort.
The water stains on the ground quickly froze into ice, reshaping Lesenbradon into an ice sculpture.
"You froze him to death?" Nico asked.
The boy shook his head: "Let's freeze half of him to death. He's a living dead now, his consciousness is also frozen, otherwise the curse can't be contained."
Chapter 438 You Know, I Am the Goat of the Magic World
Next, Tom and Nico found the remaining two vampire leaders and obtained two more ice sculptures.
Tom even brought out Ravenclaw, but still couldn't stop the curse from taking effect.
The name of the mastermind remains shrouded in mystery.
"Let's go first, Pere is still waiting for us." Seeing that he couldn't get any more useful information, Ke sighed.
After throwing the remaining vampires into the blood pool, Tom followed him back to the main building.
Mrs. Perenaar had weathered countless storms with Nicole, so today's scene was nothing to her. She didn't even ask about the situation outside when she saw Tom. She took his hand, said a few words, and then leisurely went upstairs to take a nap, leaving the two of them alone.
"I forgot about it just now." Nicole looked at the boy: "Tom, how come you are an Obscurial?"
Tom sighed, "Teacher, you know, James... no, I'm an orphan. I grew up in a children's home. When my magic awakened, I was terrified and was often involved in school bullying..."
"Speak like a human being," Nico interrupted him expressionlessly.
I'm absolutely terrified! I've been caught up in school bullying?!
Are you the one who bullies others?
Nicole didn't believe that Tom, with his personality, could have had any tragic experiences. Dumbledore had told him that when he went to guide Tom into the wizarding world, his roommates all respectfully lowered their seniority to him—treating him like a grandson.
"Okay." Tom shrugged. "I became a Silent One for no reason. Maybe I'm just better."
Seeing the old man's worried gaze, Tom reached out, and a highly condensed black magic ball appeared on it, constantly spinning and twisting.
"Don't worry, Momo Ran won't cause me any harm. I've completely tamed her."
"Are you sure about 227?" Nicole still didn't believe it.
Finally, with no other option, the two went to the laboratory. Tom had Nico examine him, and only after discovering that the boy was surprisingly healthy did Nico put his worries to rest.
The two then started talking about the mastermind behind it all.
"I've offended too many people," Nico said casually. "Some covet my wealth, some covet my lifespan, and many more want it all. Even if I'm always the victor, there are always some who slip through the net, or their descendants."
"We have absolutely no clues right now; even if you asked me to guess, I couldn't."
"Let's make a list," Tom said seriously. "By eliminating them one by one, we can eventually find the real culprit."
Nico rolled her eyes: "Then the entire European magical world is completely finished."
"Don't worry about this. Let me think about it." The old man stroked his chin. "Not many people know that I'm back in Paris. Since these vampires were able to come looking for me, it means that someone leaked the information. Whether it was intentional or not, we just need to follow this lead."
Tom nodded. "Just call me if you need anything. I'm only responsible for killing; I don't care about anything else."
He has too many things to do right now, and Nicolas Flamel isn't some naive and innocent girl. She's the simple, innocent girl in front of him, so he doesn't need to worry about her all the way.
Finally, once the mastermind is found, he can go and kill him.
No matter what kind of cunning old fox is hiding there, Tom is certain he's no match for him; he's the GOAT of modern wizards.
Yes, only in the contemporary era.
"Killing is bad." (bfci) reminded him, "At least don't do it yourself.
Look at how many people Dumbledore has killed.
You did a good job with the Grevis family last time, breaking their limbs and destroying their wands.
If you want to eliminate them completely, use poison and alchemy.
Try not to do it yourself."
Tom readily agreed, and Nico smiled with satisfaction as he stood up.
"I wasn't planning on making magic stones at all, but today you've delivered so many raw materials... Come on, I'll demonstrate the process for you; you might need it someday."
Tom shook his head: "Let's do it another day. I rushed over from the exam hall after receiving your request for help. If I go back now, I can still make it to the practical test this afternoon."
Nico was speechless and waved his hand to indicate that Tom could leave.
Thinking about the vampire's 'K'..., Tom didn't pay attention and directly chose the castle as the destination for Apparition. He took a step and appeared in the third-floor corridor.
Tom then realized that he was now a 'phoenix' himself, and the school's restrictions were meaningless to him.
Just now, I foolishly flew out of the school first before Apparating, which has long since become a subconscious habit.
"Riddle?!"
The young wizards in the corridor were startled when Tom suddenly appeared.
The news of his sudden escape from the examination hall spread throughout the entire castle in a short time, and everyone was curious about what had happened to make him so anxious.
Some people have already confidently asserted that Tom must have found the test questions too difficult and exploded with frustration.
"Riddle, Dumbledore wants you to see him immediately," a portrait on the wall also spoke.
Tom nodded helplessly, looked around, grabbed a small Slytherin snake and asked it to pass on a message to Professor Flitwick before heading upstairs.
"Mr. Riddle, I'm relieved to see you back safe and sound."
Dumbledore smiled and gestured for Tom to sit down before asking, "If there's anything I can do for you, please let me know, and I'll do my best to help."
Although it was phrased tactfully, Tom understood that Old Deng actually wanted to know the situation.
Anyway, there was nothing he couldn't say, the boy nodded with an obedient smile, then sighed.
"Sigh... Professor, it's not my business, it's Nico's. The professor just ran into trouble. Hundreds of vampires are attacking his manor."
Dumbledore immediately sat up straight: "Nicole? Is he alright?"
"Of course, it's just a little trouble." Tom nodded. "It's just that the teacher wanted to get some information out of me, so he summoned me over."
"But the mastermind behind it is very well hidden..."
Tom recounted all the information, and after listening, Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, though a thoughtful glint flickered in his eyes.
It's another vampire. Lester disappeared for a long time, and everyone thought he was forced to go into hiding or escape from Europe, but it turned out that he became the subordinate of a mysterious person and even subdued vampires.
Who is behind this?
Grindelwald?
Impossible. The timing of Grindelwald's escape from prison doesn't match the timing of Lester's appearance. Moreover, because of Newt, Grindelwald hates all magical creatures and looks down on them.
Voldemort?
Voldemort does have a history of serving dark creatures, but Dumbledore quickly denied this speculation.
Voldemort lacked the intelligence, or rather, he wouldn't have been able to pull off something so flawlessly. He had more faith in his own abilities; he could use cunning and trickery, but he wasn't an expert at it.
Who could it be...?
After thinking for a long time, Dumbledore finally settled on one person—Egilbert Fontana.
Lester is trouble that Frank Grevis secretly sent to England. Recently, there have been some upheavals in the wizarding world, and apart from Grindelwald, North America is the most active.
Oh right, and the little guy in front of him too.
This blame has been passed around, but it can only end up on Fontana's head.
However, Dumbledore didn't tell Tom his guess, only saying that he would keep a close eye on things and help Nico find the real culprit, and then let Tom go to take the exam.
In fact, Tom and Nico had similar associations, and Nico would also investigate in this direction. It just goes to show... it's so cool to have a continent to yourself. The ocean is a natural barrier for North America.
They keep causing trouble on other people's turf, yet their own base remains safe and sound.
You can find very few places in the world with such conditions.
After leaving the office, Tom arrived outside the spell exam hall, where he was met with a crowd of curious glances. Tom gestured to Hermione and Daphne that they could talk about it later that night, and then cut in line and went into the classroom after the next person came out.
Once inside, Tom immediately apologized.
After what he did this morning, you can imagine how chaotic the exam room would be after he left. Although there was a reason for it, he is a well-mannered little wizard who should admit his mistakes.
Professor Flitwick truly lives up to his reputation as a kind and intelligent person at the university.
He wasn't angry about what had happened before, nor did he ask what trouble he had encountered. He simply told Tom to speak up if he needed anything.
Tom thanked Professor Flitwick for his kindness and began the practical exam.
It was supposed to be an exam, but it was really just a chat with Professor Flitwick about spell theory. Recently, Professor Flitwick has been researching the group application of the Summoning Charm and has encountered some problems with controlling the speed of flying objects.
The two chatted for so long that they forgot the time. It wasn't until half an hour later that Flitwick realized they were still taking an exam and quickly asked Tom to go out and call the next student.
I rushed around and finished the afternoon test before dinner.
Tom then invited all the girls to the Room of Requirement, and while they ate, he told them about Nicole.
Chapter 439 Hermione's Anxiety, Grindelwald and Barty Jr.
"Three hundred vampires?" Hermione exclaimed. "Did all the vampires in Europe go?"
"There are far more vampires in all of Europe than just this many," Tom said with a laugh.
Qiu asked, puzzled, "Why did those vampires attack Mr. Lemaître? Wasn't his Philosopher's Stone destroyed?"
"A teacher is a great asset in himself, not to mention his hundreds of years of accumulated knowledge."
After Tom shared his two lamb chops with the Greengrass sisters, he said, "The only three people who know the truth are cursed. They might know the target, but they can't say. As for the other vampires... they're just cannon fodder."
Apart from Daphne and Astoria, who were uninterested in these things, the other girls fell silent.
This is very different from the magical world they know. Even though vampires are not human, they are still humanoid creatures. The thought that such a low-key yet terrifying force is lurking in the magical world makes people shudder.
"Don't think about it too much." Tom saw that everyone seemed frightened, so he brought up Grindelwald as a target again.
"The most dangerous wizard in the world right now is Grindelwald. His strength is comparable to Dumbledore's, which is why he can recruit so many warriors, bring back former saints to his cause, and constantly attract fresh blood to join him."
"Where is the one who wanted to harm the teacher? He doesn't dare to stand out openly, which shows that he still fears Dumbledore and the order of wizarding society. Song is nothing more than a rat in the gutter."
"Tom is right." Hermione nodded slightly, agreeing with his point of view: "Hogwarts is the safest place, and England is much more peaceful than other countries."
Everyone's mood improved a lot as a result.
The boy smiled but said nothing.
The greatest danger in this world isn't Grindelwald... it's him.
Of course, he wouldn't bring this danger to the people in front of him, and he wouldn't even provoke anyone unless someone blocked his way.
Therefore, Tom never considered himself to be a dark wizard; he was just a good student who wanted to excel academically.
"Sigh..." Hermione, who was trying to comfort everyone, suddenly sighed and said with a hint of complaint, "Speaking of which... I haven't met Mr. Nico yet, but Daphne and Astoria have."
Qiu and Penelope also showed regret, and they both held the same respect and curiosity for this legend in the history of alchemy.
"Whose fault is that?" Tom said, eating mashed potatoes without looking up. "Every time I ask you to come back with me on the weekend, you're either studying or reading some other book about not being able to break school rules."
Hermione lowered her head shyly and retorted softly, "I was just hoping to see Mr. Lemaître during the summer vacation, who would have thought something like this would happen..."
"Summer vacation is fine, he'll be back in a while, and I'll take you then, uh, everyone can come together." Seeing Qiu and Penelope looking at him expectantly, Tom quickly changed his mind.
After the meal, Tom kept Hermione behind by himself.
"There's something I need your help with."
"What can I do?" Hermione immediately became excited when she heard that Tom needed her.
Tom has always done his best to help her change, but she can't do anything to help Tom. Even though their relationship is special, the strong-willed girl still feels indebted.
"Don't rush, this is your area of expertise." Tom patted her head and said gently, "You heard it just now, the mastermind is 'K' something, this is a clue that isn't really a clue."
"After the exam, follow this lead and investigate for me. You might find something unexpected!"
Although the exam was over, Min had already started thinking on her way back to the dormitory.
Chris Carey Kyle Constance
Does it start with C or K?
It wasn't until very late that Hermione remembered she had an exam the next day, so she quickly grabbed the energy potion from the table and started studying.
When exam week ended, everyone else cheered and ran out of the castle to enjoy the most leisurely time before the holidays, but Hermione couldn't wait to plunge into the library, and her small body was soon surrounded by a large pile of thick history books and biographies of famous people.
Tom wasn't hiring child labor, nor was he taking advantage of Hermione or squeezing her holiday time.
Among the girls around her, Hermione was the most mature, yet also the most naive and childlike. She understood many principles and had read many books, but she couldn't figure out her current situation.
Tom never needed her to give anything; he only needed to feel her affection, and then they could have a whole football team of children together.
Hermione's stubborn nature prevents her from understanding this principle, or perhaps her excessive pursuit of equality is causing her to become increasingly anxious.
It was precisely because Tom sensed this anxiety that he gave him this task today.
It would be best if she could find someone, but if she couldn't, at least she put in a lot of effort, and that would make her feel much better.
Anyway, even if he doesn't let Hermione read these history books, she'll find all sorts of random books to read, so it makes no difference.
Under the scorching sun, the final Quidditch beatdown is about to begin.
Slytherin is now leading Gryffindor by 250 points, a number that has been on the minds of several players for the past few days.
Harry and Malfoy's relationship has also reached a freezing point due to their loss in the last friendly match. They used to have a proper duel every week, but now they just want to torture each other in every way possible.
Malfoy didn't want to lose to Harry, and Marcus Flint didn't want to lose to Wood.
They invited Tom into the locker room—not because they thought he knew Quidditch, but because his words were intimidating; if Tom said something tough, the other players' performance would definitely improve.
So Tom took the opportunity to become the head coach.
"Ahem, listen up, everyone.
This match isn't just a battle between the fourteen of you.
Referee Mrs.
Hooch is equally important.
You need to learn to use the referee.
Be sweet-talking.
If your opponent fouls, act serious.
If you foul, just shrug and pretend you're wronged.
Make sure you look really wronged. [If all else fails, kneel down.]"
"If you lose the championship, next semester you'll be waiters in the lounge, responsible for serving tea and water to all the students. Flint, don't laugh. You think I can't do anything to you after you graduate? You should know who's in charge in Britain now."
Flint shuddered, his gorilla face immediately fell, and the other team members looked much the same.
Riddle never speaks recklessly.
If you tell them to be waiters, then none of them can escape. Snape's arrival won't work, and neither will Dumbledore.
The thought of having to serve tea and water to their classmates next year, amidst their mocking glances and laughter after a loss, sent chills down everyone's spines.
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With a do-or-die attitude, the Slytherin members stormed out of the locker room, glaring fiercely at Harry and the twins at the exit, leaving them completely bewildered.
Please, we're the ones who are behind now!
The Slytherin players gave it their all in this match. Malfoy, riding his borrowed Firebolt, seemed to be one with Harry, and the two batters were swinging their bats until they were almost smoking. The match was incredibly intense right from the start.
They also remembered the tips Tom taught them, and they kept throwing their hands up in frustration throughout the game.
With a large deficit, Harry hesitated to catch the Golden Snitch. To win, they needed to catch the Golden Snitch while leading by 100 points, but Slytherin maintained his lead the whole time.
Even when Wood was on fire, he couldn't stop the endless stream of free throws, and he even suspected that Mrs. Hooch had been paid by the opposing team.
Half an hour later, Harry had to catch the Golden Snitch to end the match. Malfoy was no pushover either; if he dared to hold back when both of them had discovered the Golden Snitch, he would only lose even more miserably.
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The final score was 220 to 80. Although Slytherin lost the match, he won the overall championship this year.
Although Gryffindor lost the championship, Harry did not lose this game.
Yes, a win-win situation.
Seeing Wood break down in tears and the other Gryffindor players looking guilty, Tom remained unmoved.
Failure is a constant throughout life, and regret is the norm.
Tom wasn't normal; he was abnormal. He didn't want to have regrets, so of course he could only bring those regrets to others.
After winning the match, Slytherin and the Gryffindors formed a stark contrast, returning to the castle arm in arm and making a grand display of their victory.
Tom did not participate, but instead used the study space to observe Grindelwald's movements.
In Durmstrang, in an empty room, Barty Crouch Jr. lay sprawled on the floor like a dead dog, his wand beside him shattered into pieces.
Grindelwald leisurely sipped his tea, giving himself time to recover.
He is indeed skilled at manipulating people, but if he wants his words to be heard and remembered, there is one prerequisite—strength.
Only by demonstrating strength that inspires despair and fear will they become listeners, seriously considering and analyzing every word you say.
So after tormenting Barty Crouch Jr., Grindelwald gave him some freedom and a wand, allowing him to vent his anger and hatred.
After tormenting Barty a few times, Grindelwald felt that was enough.
"Barty, how are you feeling?" Grindelwald lowered his head slightly and asked softly, "Did your former master patiently guide you in your spells like I have?"
Barty struggled to raise his head, his eyes bloodshot, and said hatefully, "Grindelwald, you can never compare to the Dark Lord. Even if I die, I will perish with loyalty."
"loyalty?"
Grindelwald smiled enigmatically.
"Are you truly loyal to him? No... my child, you only feel needed by Voldemort."
"You see him as your father, don't you?"
Little Barty's pupils contracted slightly, and he lowered his head, remaining silent.
Chapter 440 Bewitching, Dumbledore's Metamorphosis
"Raise your head. If you hate me, why don't you even have the courage to look me in the eye?"
Grindelwald said lazily, and Barty's head was forced up. Their eyes met, and Grindelwald nodded in satisfaction.
He's starting to appreciate the way Barty looks in his eyes now, like a wolf.
If you can tame him, he will be a sharp knife, and you can entrust him with all kinds of dirty and hard work.
"My child, let's talk about your father first."
Little Barty scoffed, "I don't have that kind of hypocritical father. He locked me up in Azkaban with his own hands, and only rescued me because of my mother's dying wish. He kept me chained up in a room like a dog, barely surviving. No..."
Barty's smile grew even more mocking. "At least he wouldn't use a Death Curse on a dog."
"Then you can go die." Grindelwald said casually, toying with his fingers. "If you don't want to be a dog, then hurry up and end your failed life. I believe you have the opportunity."
"I can't die, my master is still waiting for me," said Little Barty.
"Heh…" Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a hint of pity. "Child, you can't fool me.
Have you ever really thought about your master all these years, '607'? Maybe you have, but the reason you cherish your life isn't because of him, but because… your life was bought with your mother's life."
Little Barty, who had already stood up, unconsciously took two steps back, a look of panic on his face.
Grindelwald stripped away all his pretenses; even his heart could not withstand his sharp gaze, which penetrated to the deepest secrets of his heart.
He could not love his father, because he had hardly felt any fatherly love from Barty since birth, but he could not love his mother.
That woman gave him everything; she wept bitterly when he was imprisoned in Azkaban, fell seriously ill, and even in her last moments, she insisted on granting him the little freedom he had.
In Barty's heart, even Voldemort couldn't compare to his mother's status.
Seeing his reaction, Grindelwald's smile grew even wider.
"My child, this is why I admire you and am willing to pull you out of that quagmire of Voldemort, because you have love in your heart."
"like?"
Barty quickly regained his composure, as if he had heard a ridiculous joke: "Ten Dark Lords and ten Death Eaters talking? Do you want to hear what you're saying?"
"Too superficial." Grindelwald sighed, disappointed by Barty's ignorance: "Dark wizard or Dark Lord, it's just that the means to achieve one's goals are defined by others."
"What is my ideal? It is to abolish the secrecy laws, to let all wizards live in the sunlight, to let capable people get the status they deserve, and to no longer be restricted by those parasites like the Ministry of Magic and the International Witchcraft Union.
This world should be one where the strong are respected."
"This is the manifestation of love. Only strong emotions can create a great wizard. Your father, Crouch? He was not that kind of person, so he was a failure in both life and work."
Barty didn't know how to refute Grindelwald.
These past few days, he's met many saints with Grindelwald, and the feeling... is completely different from that of the Death Eaters. He can't even tell that those people are dark wizards. Among them are not only half-bloods, but also wizards born from Muggles.
"You just want to win me over, to make that old man serve you wholeheartedly," Barty retorted stubbornly, knowing about the deal between Grindelwald and Barty.
The submission brought by lies is only temporary. When everything is exposed, it will only bring greater hatred and backlash. Therefore, from the beginning, Grindelwald did not hide his motives and purposes.
This time is no exception.
"That's right."
Grindelwald readily admitted, "Your father was indeed a loser, but it's also true that he's more valuable than you now. It's a game, and I only favor those who are capable."
"As long as you do your best for me, one day your status will surpass his."
Little Barty sneered: "Work for you? I've said I'll only serve my master."
"No…you'll always be loyal to yourself." Grindelwald placed his hand on Crouch's shoulder, his voice soft but seductive: "And I'm giving you a chance…only by following me can you unleash the violence within you and watch your former master being manipulated like a dog by me."
Seeing that Barty was about to speak, Grindelwald reached out and interrupted him: "Don't rush to refuse. Since you've survived for so many years, perhaps even you don't understand your own thoughts now."
"Go and see the world. England is too small, and you were too young back then. You didn't understand what true fatherly love is, nor did you understand how ridiculous Voldemort's behavior was. Your perspective was so shallow."
"I'm giving you a task."
As he spoke, Grindelwald grasped Crouch's wrist, and when he released it, a silver bracelet was slipped onto his wrist, and a note was slipped into his hand.
"Some restless people are plotting against me. There are three targets here, not many. I believe you can handle them."
Little Barty sneered, shaking the bracelet. "Is this to guard against me?"
"Of course, I need to keep a close eye on you until you are fully mature."
In the end, Crouch Jr. couldn't resist the temptation of being able to move freely and accepted the task that was like a test of his face.
Grindelwald summoned two saints to take him away to recuperate. Tom watched the whole thing and exclaimed, "Old Grindelwald, you really have the mouth to make the dead talk!"
Andros nodded in agreement. "That idiot has completely fallen for it, Old Ge. You didn't trick all your men like that, did you?"
Even though Barty didn't agree to anything today, he actually gained his freedom, so it seems like he's the one who came out ahead.
But he had already fallen into Grindelwald's trap, started thinking in the same way as Grindelwald, and was even willing to take on the task of eliminating his rival.
Once the bridge of communication is established, it won't be long before Barty's perception is gradually changed by Grindelwald. His eccentric personality, once completely corrected, will transform him from a fanatical Voldemort worshipper into a Grindelwald idol…
"What do you mean by lying?" Hearing their teasing, Grindelwald curled his lip in disdain. "I learned all of this from Tom."
"This kid is best at finding human weaknesses, and his methods of using emotions as chains are far more sophisticated than mine."
"Little Barty's problem is actually very simple: he lacks love. He longs for a good father, and Voldemort fills that void."
"So you want to be his dad?" Andros said.
Grindelwald rolled his eyes. "I want to be your dad!"
Grindelwald and Andros engaged in a real-life showdown in the study space. Tom didn't go to watch the show; instead, he joined the others at the school year-end banquet in the auditorium.
He suddenly felt that the students next semester were at a disadvantage.
Barty Jr. won't have a chance to attack Moody and impersonate the professor now. Putting everything else aside, Barty Jr.'s teaching skills are quite good. He should be the best among the original seven Defense Against the Dark Arts professors. He really teaches.
Even the real Moody might not be as good as him. It's not that Moody is less skilled than Barty, but Moody has mental issues, and nobody knows what he'll teach.
Today, the auditorium still features the annual silver-green theme, a sight that students from other colleges have become numb to.
With Tom around, the other colleges gave up on competing for the College Cup because they simply couldn't win.
Even if Gryffindor wins the Quidditch Cup, the point difference between them and Slytherin will still be over four hundred.
Slytherin's students, however, showed little excitement at their consecutive victories; everyone remained calm, though still very happy.
The noisy auditorium suddenly quieted down, and the professors filed in through the side door.
"Um?"
Tom hadn't paid much attention at first, but when he saw Dumbledore, he paused for a moment, then slowly smiled.
Professor, have you finally given in?
The old man remained vigorous, and even Professor McGonagall 5.2, who knew him best, did not notice any change in him.
But Tom sensed it.
That subtle yet pure phoenix bloodline was now flowing through Dumbledore's body.
After awakening his ancient phoenix bloodline, Tom gained the ability to sense life force. Even though the former Dumbledore was still powerful, his life was declining and he exuded an aura of old age.
While things aren't exactly thriving now, they've at least stabilized, much like an average person in their forties, in middle age, having just passed their peak.
Of course, the most important thing is not the change in vitality, but Dumbledore's determination.
He had always longed for death and another great adventure. Tom had given him the bloodline fusion potion two and a half months ago. He originally thought Dumbledore wouldn't take it, but he didn't expect it to take so long to finally understand.
This is going to be interesting.
Tom laughed even harder.
When a wizard's body is restored to its prime and his mind is no longer aged, Dumbledore will inevitably become stronger than before.
Voldemort is doomed...