Becoming Voldemort’s son? That would be a shame for his father.
Delphi: To inherit the great bloodline of the Dark Lord, obey me.
Malfoy: Cousin, you are destined to inherit the Dark Lord’s throne. I will assist you.
Harry Potter: Voldemort’s son is my mortal enemy and my best friend. I don’t know how to face him.
Hermione: Who you become should not be determined by your blood, but by your actions.
Dumbledore: Always watching.
The Demon Prince is free at Hogwarts
Chapter 1 Prince
Thunder and heavy rain.
The bad weather is like mourning the fall of a generation of demon king.
At the exquisite and luxurious Malfoy Manor, Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy hurried back home with their two children.
The two men in black cloaks hurriedly cast a silencing spell, making it impossible for any sound from the manor to be heard, and for the wizards outside to eavesdrop.
After completing the anti-eavesdropping spell, the couple couldn’t help but breathe deeply. They had forgotten to breathe in their nervousness. They both looked very miserable, their bodies soaking wet, their hair sticking to their scalps.
There were even tiny twigs mixed in Lucius’s golden hair, and there was mud on Narcissa’s face.
They protected the two children with their cloaks.
Narcissa couldn’t help but feel red in the eyes and said, “Poor sister.”
“Bella tried her best to protect her children, but she was arrested by the Aurors. We must protect this pair of siblings. They have the blood of the Dark Lord in their bodies,” Lucius said solemnly. He then pulled up his sleeve, revealing his right forearm, which was tattooed with a Death Eater tattoo, the mark of the Dark Lord.
The snake tattoo, which is usually active, is now like a stagnant pool of water.
“The Dark Lord has failed,” Lucius said sadly.
No one expected that the Dark Lord, who was at the peak of his power, would disappear overnight.
“He left behind children,” Narcissa said. “He also had a son.”
Lucius’s gaze also fell on the boy’s face and asked, “What’s his name?”
“My sister’s name is Delphi, and my brother’s name is Tom, Little Tom, just like our father.”
When foreigners name their sons, they sometimes give their sons the same name as their fathers, but to distinguish them, they add suffixes like “old” or “young”.
Voldemort’s name is Tom, his father is also called Tom, and his son is also called Tom. Three generations of the family have the same name. So his father is Old Tom and his son is Young Tom.
“Foreigners are really enough. The names of the son, father and grandfather are exactly the same. Can’t they be a little innovative?” There was a time traveler’s soul complaining in the baby’s mind.
Grandfather, father, and son, three generations, are all called Tom Riddle. If the three stand together, it is hard to tell them apart.
It is indeed difficult to distinguish them, so they are called Old Tom, Tom, and Little Tom.
Lucius said, “We must train this child who has inherited our bloodline and name well. In the future, he will surely be able to continue the great cause that the Dark Lord has not yet completed.”
“I will. He is also my sister’s child and our nephew. I will raise these two children as my own children and give them the same education as Draco.”
Lucius said, “We can’t let anyone know the child’s identity at the moment. It must be kept secret. Otherwise, the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix will not let them go.”
“Well, just say they are the children of distant relatives, say they are the children of my Diana’s distant cousin. She married and moved to the United States and has lost contact with the family. No one can find her.” Narcissa thought of a way.
“It’s decided.” Lucius saw the baby’s wide-open dark eyes, as deep as the starry sky, which made him feel the palpitations as if he was facing the Dark Lord. He thought that he was worthy of being the Dark Lord’s bloodline, and he was different from others at such a young age.
The time traveler was helpless because he never expected to become Voldemort’s son. Does Voldemort have a son?
It definitely didn’t exist in the original novel, but the time traveler traveled through time, so it existed.
“They must be hungry. Let’s make some milk powder.”
“Dobby, hurry up and make the milk powder.” Lucius shouted.
The house-elves immediately got busy, using magic to take care of the three children.
The time traveler was very surprised when he saw the floating bottle. After all, he was just an ordinary person before traveling through time, and it was his first time seeing magic.
The bottle seemed to have self-awareness and it directly found the corresponding child and fed the child.
The time traveler couldn’t move yet, and just used his eyes to observe this magical world, wondering if he had inherited any magic power, and hoped he wouldn’t be a dud.
Wizarding parents will give birth to Squibs, that is, children without awakened magical powers, and they are discriminated against in the wizarding world.
Bang! The bottle burst, and the milk splashed onto the time traveler’s face, choking his mouth and nose and making it impossible to breathe.
“Oh…” Dobby immediately used magic to clean up and restore the traverser’s breathing, saying: “Bad Dobby, bad Dobby didn’t take good care of the little master.”
The time traveler was very surprised, because he had just concentrated his attention and seemed to be able to control the liquid in the bottle, causing the liquid to move violently and destroy the bottle.
Magic, I can do magic.
The time travelers were very excited and the feeling was very obvious.
However, after using magic, I felt a little sleepy, so I went to sleep first.
Draco, Delphine and little Tom, the three children lived a carefree life in Malfoy Manor.
The Dark Lord failed, and a large number of Death Eaters were arrested. Lucius quickly drew a line between himself and the Death Eaters, and donated funds to the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts to protect himself.
Everyone said that the Dark Lord was defeated by a child named “Harry Potter”, and Harry Potter became the “Boy Who Lived” and everyone’s savior.
Harry Potter is a household name that every wizard knows.
Harry Potter is now at his mother’s sister’s house, starting an unhappy childhood, inconspicuous and like a marginal person.
Little Tom’s life was much more comfortable. Lucius and Narcissa raised him like their own son, and sometimes even cared about him more than their own son.
Because little Tom showed amazing magical powers and great potential since he was young, Lucius focused on teaching him magic, but his son’s education was very ordinary.
Decora is the eldest cousin, and Delphi is the twin sister. They have been taught to give in to their younger brother since they were young. Because little Tom is the key to the victory of the pure-blood wizards, he must be protected.
They all received pure-blood wizard education, and learned from childhood that pure-blood families made the greatest contribution to the wizarding world, and how despicable the Mudbloods were.
Mudblood is an ordinary-born wizard who has awakened his magic power. It is a derogatory term and the most vicious curse.
When they were four, Lucius bought a children’s training wand from Diagon Alley. It was smaller than a normal wand, but could still cast less powerful spells.
“I’m tired. I don’t want to practice anymore.” Descola couldn’t handle the hardship, and his parents didn’t force him. He practiced when he wanted to and didn’t practice when he didn’t want to.
Lucius only has strict requirements on little Tom, hoping to train him to become a little devil.
Little Tom did not disappoint Lucius. He showed talent since he was young. What was even more rare was that he was more focused and more able to endure hardships than his peers.
As a time traveler, his learning ability increased dramatically after traveling through time. After learning a foreign language, he immediately learned magic and read books such as “Standard Spells: Elementary”, “History of Magic”, “Magic Theory”, etc.
If you want to become a demon king, you must have solid basic skills.
Voldemort was an excellent student in school, and only later was he able to get involved in the Dark Arts. Without a solid foundation, studying the Dark Arts would be suicidal.
“In addition to magic, I seem to have the ability to control water.” When little Tom was learning basic magic, he also trained his ability to control water.
I don’t know why I can control water, but I can.
“Maybe it’s because my soul changed when I traveled through time, and I mastered some magical abilities. I wonder if I can control water and freeze it. If I can, that would be amazing.”
Little Tom likes to pour a glass of water before going to bed, not because he is thirsty, but to meditate in the room and learn water control.
When meditating, his magic is like an extended organ.
The difference between wizards and Muggles is magic. Muggles are ordinary people without magic, and wizards call ordinary people Muggles.
Wizards all have magical powers, and magic is like an extra organ, very magical.
“Where does magic come from?” Little Tom was also puzzled. Even “Principles of Magic” did not explain it.
“It seems like God put it into the wizard’s body, and it brews in the wizard’s body until it matures and then falls off.” Little Tom had this idea because he could feel that his magic power had a thread connecting to the distance.
This is the ‘trace’.
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Every underage wizard has a trace thread on him, and the Ministry of Magic can use the trace thread to understand the wizard’s every move.
But where did the trace come from?
It’s called a Ministry of Magic spell, but there are many unknown forces within the Ministry of Magic. They just use the phenomenon of magic, which doesn’t mean they understand the principles of magic.
Within the Ministry of Magic is the Department of Mysteries, filled with incomprehensible phenomena.
Just like many people don’t know how mobile phones work, but that doesn’t stop them from using them. Some use them to send WeChat messages, some use them to play games, some use them for lighting, and some use them to take pictures…
Even if you don’t know the principle, it can still have various uses.
The trace is very mysterious. Every young wizard is born with a trace. Hogwarts uses the trace to issue admissions letters, and the Ministry of Magic can also know whether the young wizard has violated the law.
The trace is like the umbilical cord between heaven and earth. It will not be severed until the wizard reaches adulthood at the age of seventeen.
The child in the mother’s womb relies on the umbilical cord for nutrition, while the young wizard can also rely on the trace thread to absorb magic power to ensure that his magic power grows stronger.
“That’s right, the feeling of the trace thread is like the umbilical cord in the mother’s belly. When I first traveled through time, before I was born, I could clearly feel the umbilical cord transporting nutrients. The feeling of the trace thread is exactly the same as the umbilical cord.” Little Tom had such a speculation because he had experienced an incredible journey through time, and experienced the process of first having consciousness and then having a body.
His perception is very sharp, and the umbilical cord and trace thread are very similar.
“It’s like God randomly infuses magic into children through trace threads. Every year, a few children awaken their magic, ensuring the number of wizards. Because magic awakening is beyond the control of wizards, the number of wizards cannot continue to increase and can only be maintained at a small number.”
“I can use the trace thread to gain stronger power. Inhale, inhale, inhale.” Through meditation, little Tom seemed to return to the amniotic fluid, absorbing magical nutrients.
Before the age of seventeen, he could absorb magic power.
Practice during the day, meditation at night, life is very boring. Today is Draco’s eighth birthday, they are going to Diagon Alley to buy gifts.
“Delphi will go too,” said Lucius. “Little Tom will stay at home.”
Delphi asked, “Why can’t my brother go?”
Draco also said, “Dad, let my cousin go with us.”
“No, how did I teach you?”
“My brother has a special identity and shoulders a great mission. He cannot leave the manor easily to avoid being discovered by people with bad intentions.” Delphi said.
“Yes, it’s for his safety. We will come back with gifts,” said Lucius.
Little Tom was very handsome, having inherited his mother’s beauty and his father’s good looks. Although Voldemort was disfigured by his research into the Dark Arts, he was a very handsome man when he was young.
If anyone recognizes Little Tom’s identity, there will be trouble.
“Cousin, sister, you guys go ahead. I still have some homework to finish.” Although he also wanted to see Diagon Alley, he knew that Diagon Alley was right there and there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.
“So sensible.” Every time Lucius saw little Tom’s stern expression, he felt like the Dark Lord had returned. He then instructed Dobby, “Take good care of little Tom, or I’ll punish you.”
Dobby said humbly: “Dobby will take good care of the little master. Dobby will not let the master down.”
“Brother, we’re leaving first.” Delphi was reluctant to leave her brother.
“Sister, cousin, have fun.” said little Tom.
He just used Apparition and disappeared in a flash.
“Little master, do you need some juice?” Dobby asked.
“OK.”
Dobby went to prepare.
I have to say it’s great to have a house-elf. You don’t have to do anything yourself. Someone washes your clothes and cleans your room. When you’re thirsty, there are all kinds of drinks. When you’re hungry, there are all kinds of functional delicacies. All the housework is taken care of.
Dobby is a hardworking house-elf, but he is not respected at home. Lucius likes to criticize Dobby for not doing this or that well and is always picky.
Little Tom was not picky. In his opinion, Dobby was hardworking enough and kept the huge Malfoy Manor in great order.
Unfortunately, Lucius is picky and has the arrogance unique to aristocrats.
The nobles must teach others how to behave, and only then can the nobles’ values be reflected. If they are not picky, what is the difference between nobles and commoners?
Common people do not know how to behave and need to be taught by nobles.
Being picky is the privilege of the nobility.
Little Tom had no interest in Lucius’s aristocratic accent, but he had to learn it.
“Magic is still interesting.” Although there are only children’s wands now, they can still be trained.
As his magic skills improved, Tom’s interest in magic grew, almost like an addiction. He could clearly feel that he could do more, and he could achieve it as long as he put in the effort.
This feeling is very strange, it comes up involuntarily, as if the whole world is cooperating with me.
“It is indeed a world of magic, full of wonders.” He really felt the difference.
Dobby came over with the juice and said, “Little master, please.” He was trembling.
As the house-elf of Lucius Manor, he knows many secrets, including the life stories of two children, Delphi and little Tom.
So even if little Tom was polite, Dobby would still be afraid of the Demon Prince.
“Dobby, there’s no need to shiver every time.”
“Dobby doesn’t dare. Dobby didn’t tremble.” Dobby said pitifully, “Dobby respects the young master very much.”
Little Tom turned to look at Dobby, who immediately lowered his head in fear.
“Since you respect me, let me ask you, if Harry Potter and I were in danger at the same time, who would you save?”
“Dobby, Dobby…” He hesitated, then said, “Dobby will definitely save the little master.”
Little Tom laughed and said, “Do you know Harry Potter?”
“No, no, no, Dobby doesn’t know Harry Potter.” Dobby was about to cry.
“How could you not know? Harry Potter is a great hero written into history, the Boy Who Lived. It was he who defeated the Dark Lord and saved everyone. You should know, and you must know.” Little Tom said, “Okay, there’s nothing for you to do here. I need to continue studying.”
Dobby left in a hurry. Little Tom was the Dark Lord’s child, and the feeling was as oppressive as the Dark Lord’s.
The Dark Lord had come to Malfoy Manor before, but Dobby didn’t dare look directly at him. He was too scary, and just one look would shorten his lifespan by several years.
The Dark Lord’s son is now in the manor, and he will have to go to Hogwarts in the future. It’s scary to think about it. In Dobby’s heart, he hopes that Harry Potter can defeat the Dark Lord’s child, so that he can truly save the world.
When Lucius came back, he brought a lot of snacks and gifts, including new clothes and new shoes.
Although it was my son’s birthday, I bought three sets of each gift.
Delphi and little Tom are not only the Dark Lord’s children, but also his wife’s sister’s children and his own nephews.
“Diagon Alley is very lively, with many new shops. You must go and have a look someday,” Draco said happily. “Delphie and I will protect you from now on. If anyone with ill intentions approaches, we’ll turn them into skunks.”
Little Tom thought that turning a human into an animal required very sophisticated transfiguration skills, and he was afraid that he would not be able to learn it before he grew up.
It’s not that he looks down on his cousin, it’s just that his cousin is too second-generation rich and can’t endure any hardship, so his academic performance is very average.
Birthdays are not just about gifts, but also about guests.
Lucius invited Snape, Crabbe, Goyle and other wizards to visit the manor. They were all former Death Eaters who had escaped the Purge.
Lucius has a close relationship with them and has been waiting for an opportunity to gather strength and occupy the wizarding world again.
Of course, since there was no certainty that the Dark Lord was dead, Lucius did not dare to directly nominate Little Tom to the throne. However, he would intentionally or unintentionally tell everyone that Little Tom’s talent was even better than the Dark Lord’s, and that he could be trained to become an excellent new king and change the world according to their ideas.
Chapter 3 Diagon Alley (Old Version)
Lucius doesn’t have to work and has wealth accumulated by generations of ancestors. He likes to meet with different dark wizards and talk about his ideals. He never hides his dissatisfaction with Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic.
He thinks there are too few pure-blood wizards at Hogwarts, feels the Ministry of Magic is too soft on Muggles, and misses the era of the Dark Lord, when pure-blood wizards were respected.
Lucius is proud of his bloodline and hopes that pure-blood wizards can rule the world and make Muggles slaves of wizards forever.
Black and Goyle always agreed. Although Snape rarely spoke, one could tell from his eyes that he was proud of his wizarding ancestry.
The Black and Goyle families also had children who grew up to look up to Draco Malfoy, just like their father.
Adults hold meetings together and children play together.
I spent eleven years like this without any worries, and then I reached the age to go to school.
Three owls delivered three admission letters, informing the new students of the things they should pay attention to when enrolling.
Little Tom held his matriculation letter, which was addressed to ‘Tom Riddle Jr.’ He couldn’t help but wonder what Dumbledore would think when he saw that name.
Few people know Voldemort’s real name, as he had abandoned it. Most people also don’t recognize the disfigured Voldemort. They only know Voldemort, not Tom Riddle.
But Dumbledore would certainly not forget this name, and now that a little Tom Riddle had appeared, he must be feeling very complicated.
The shopping list in the letter included textbooks, uniforms, teaching aids, and a wand. It also specified the route to school: King’s Cross Station, Platform 9 and 3/4.
In the wizarding world, schooling is expensive and knowledge is pricey.
“You three can go to Diagon Alley today,” Lucius said with a smile, “We have a lot of shopping to do.”
Narcissa said, “I’ve brought a bag with a traceless extension charm, enough to hold three sets of newborn supplies. Let’s go. Delphi, little Tom, you follow me. Draco, you follow your father.”
Today they are going to Diagon Alley to do some shopping together. They need to buy their school uniforms and wands in person, and cannot buy them on their behalf.
Directly Apparate to Diagon Alley.
As soon as I stood firm, I heard the clamor of the surroundings: the hawking of vendors, the voices of children calling their friends, and the voices of adult wizards bargaining…
Looking around, there were wizards in colorful robes everywhere, and some wizards were wearing strange hats.
Wizards can design their own clothes according to their own aesthetics, which is very individual.
“Let’s go, we have a lot of shopping to do today.”
“Brother, give me your hand.” Delphi was worried that her brother would get lost, so she wanted to hold his hand.
“The dry pots for Potions class need to be the most expensive. We need three sets,” Lucius said. “And the gloves need to be made of high-quality dragon leather to better protect your hands. They also need to be the most expensive.”
Don’t seek the best, but seek the most expensive.
Potions class has the most teaching aids because Potions class deals with various potions, unlike other subjects where just a wand is enough.
Griddle, gloves, scales…
The potion shop has the largest variety of goods, with specimens of various animals and plants placed in the shop, waiting to be sold.
“Come on, this is the wand shop. Come in, you will soon have your own wand.” Lucius said, “When I was your age, I dreamed of having my own wand.”
The wand shop owner was quite old. Seeing Lucius’s dazzling blond hair, he immediately smiled and said, “Mr. Malfoy, how can I help you?”
“I need to pick out wands for the new students.”
“No problem, leave it to me.”
Narcissa said, “Draco, you are the older brother. You should set a good example for your sisters and brothers. You go first.”
“Okay, mother.” Draco, with short blond hair, walked forward gracefully and took the wand handed to him by the shopkeeper. As soon as his fingers touched it, sparks flew from the tip of the wand, scaring him so much that he quickly stepped back.
His timid nature is undoubtedly revealed.
“It doesn’t seem suitable.” The shop owner smiled and said, “Here, try this one.”
The wand shop was overflowing with wands, its tall cabinets reaching from floor to ceiling, crammed to the brim with them, probably more wands than there were wizards and witches in the Isle of the Sun.
Draco finally made his choice, and it was Delphi’s turn to choose.
After trying three, I finally confirmed it.
“A wand core made of dragon sinew and a shaft made of willow, perfect for this ambitious young lady.”
Delphi glared at the shopkeeper unhappily.
The shopkeeper said, “It is the wand that chooses the wizard. The wand can reflect the inner qualities of the wizard.” After that, he turned to look at Little Tom and said, “Sorry to have kept you waiting. Now it’s your turn. Are you better with your left hand or your right hand?”
“Right hand.”
“Then let me see, this one might be suitable.”
Little Tom took the wand, and boom, the wand emitted a strong blue light that pierced through the ceiling.
The shop owner was stunned. He had never seen a young wizard with such powerful magic before. He immediately said, “That’s quite challenging. Let me think about it. Oh, right.” He chose a wand from among the many and said, “Try this one.”
Little Tom took it, waved the wand, and flowers immediately bloomed.
“It still doesn’t work. It’s very challenging.”
On the third try, the shopkeeper produced a wand and said, “This wand is very special. It will suit you.”
This time the wand didn’t change, and the magic passed through it smoothly.
“The core of the wand is made of phoenix feathers and grapevines. It will tap into your potential.” The owner said meaningfully.
Lucius paid the money, a total of thirty gold galleons.
After leaving, go to the bookstore to buy textbooks.
“What other books do you like? Choose your own.” Narcissa said gently. She and her husband could be said to be doting on their children.
Little Tom took a fancy to a book called “Ancient Magical Language (World Edition)”.
Magic isn’t static either. Take Lucius’s ancestors, for example: they didn’t speak English; they came to the British Isles with the King of Conquerors.
Of course, this doesn’t mean there was no magic on the ancient British Isles. At Hogwarts, students have to learn “Runes”, a kind of magical writing from ancient times.
Every region in the world has its own writing system and witchcraft.
The British Empire had to learn ancient runic scripts, while those in the Mediterranean region had to learn Egyptian hieroglyphics, Latin, and guilloché scripts…
The origins of magic vary from region to region, but as time goes by, wizards from all over the world communicate with each other and spells become standardized.
Thus, the international “Standard Spells” was born. Now wizarding schools around the world teach standard spells, and local traditional magic has become an elective course.
Draco has no interest in books. He gets a headache when he sees books and doesn’t like reading at all.
Delphi chose a novel called “Holiday with a Dominatrix”, which could help her pass the time.
“The Ancient Magical Language. Are you sure you want to buy it?” Narcissa asked, thinking the book was too difficult for children, or even for adult wizards.
“Yes, I’m interested in magic from all over the world. I can’t travel now, but I can study first.”
“Okay.” Narcissa thought to herself that this child was worthy of being the son of the Dark Lord, and had an incredible obsession with power.
Those who seek great power must search for forgotten magic all over the world.
Standard spells are a selection of spells and represent only a tiny fraction of all spells.
Some of the magic that has not been selected into the standard spells is in the forbidden area, some is black magic, and some is waiting to be discovered in some corner of the earth.
Some wizards become archaeologists after graduation in order to explore undiscovered magic.
“Okay, next it’s time to go buy school uniforms. Kids, follow closely,” said Lucius. He would be responsible for paying today.
When entering the clothing store, Malfoy suddenly said, “I lost my wand.” Although he lost the thing accidentally, he felt justified.
“I’ll go find it.” Lucius said lovingly.
Narcissa said, “I’ll go too. He should be on his way here. The three of you stay here and don’t go anywhere.”
The couple really worried about their son.
At this time, a short boy wearing glasses walked in. His glasses were very old, his clothes were also old, and his eyes were evasive. He was obviously curious, but did not dare to look boldly.
Chapter 4: Non-standard Labeling (Old Version)
Malfoy saw the timid boy with glasses and asked, “Are you also a freshman at Hogwarts?”
The boy was a little surprised. He looked around and realized that the blond boy surrounded by flying pins was talking to him. He replied, “Yes.”
“I knew that the people who come to Diagon Alley to shop during this time are all new students. When my parents get back, I’m going to go look at the flying brooms. I don’t understand why first years can’t bring their own brooms? Maybe I can force my dad to buy one and bring it to school secretly.”
Delphi said, “My uncle won’t agree to this. It’s very dangerous.”
The boy with glasses didn’t understand anything and felt very inferior.
Draco continued, “We should have our own brooms, hey, you.”
The boy thought the other person was being rude, so he didn’t say “Hey,” but instead controlled his temper and said, “What are you doing?”
“Do you have your own broom?”
“No.”
“Ever played Quidditch?”
The boy had no idea what Quidditch was and continued to answer, “No.”
Draco immediately boasted, “I have. My dad said it would be embarrassing if I wasn’t chosen for the house team. By the way, do you know which house you’ll be sorted into?”
The boy was completely confused and answered: “I don’t know.”
“No one knows which house they will be admitted to before arriving at school. But I know for sure that my cousin, my brother, and I will be sorted into Slytherin. Our whole family is a Slytherin graduate. If I were sorted into Hufflepuff, I would definitely drop out. What do you think?”
The boy could only lower his head and respond, but he didn’t actually understand.
“Can’t you see that he doesn’t understand the magical world?” Delphi said, looking at the other person.
“Tsk.” Draco obviously thought he had wasted his breath.
At this time, Hagrid knocked on the window, holding two ice creams in his hand, and told the boy to come and enjoy a feast after he finished making the clothes.
“That’s Hagrid,” said Harry. “He works at Hogwarts.”
Draco said, “I’ve heard of him. He’s a servant at the school.”
“He’s the game-keeper.” The boy corrected him. He was increasingly disliking the blond boy.
Draco said, “I heard this guy is rude, lives in a cabin on campus, drinks a lot, likes to play with magic, and burned his own bed.”
The boy didn’t like people saying bad things about Hagrid and said, “I think he’s very clever.”
Draco asked, “Why is he accompanying you? Where are your parents?”
Delphi couldn’t help but say, “Draco Malfoy, why are you so slow?”
“Why am I so slow?”
Delphi pointed at the boy’s forehead and said, “Didn’t you notice the lightning scar on his forehead? He is the Boy-Who-Lived. He is Harry Potter. His parents have been killed by You-Know-Who.”
Harry didn’t like the girl either. Although she looked cute, she was as rude as the blond boy.
Draco then noticed Harry Potter’s lightning scar and said, “So you are the hero who saved the world. What a coincidence. Your parents are also wizards, that’s great. I think Hogwarts should not allow Muggles who don’t know about the magical world to enter the school. Think about it, many people don’t even know about Hogwarts before receiving the admission letter. The school should recruit pure-blood students from ancient wizarding families. Harry Potter, don’t you agree?”
Harry Potter was the one who knew nothing about the wizarding world before receiving his acceptance letter, so he totally disagreed with Draco’s statement.
Little Tom thought that Draco had lost all his points with Harry Potter today and was destined to never become friends with him. He said, “Draco, your measurements have been taken. It’s time to change people.”
Harry also needs to go next door to measure the size.
“Harry Potter is smaller than I thought.” Delphi said, “Brother, how do you feel?”
“Nothing.”
“Our father was defeated by him. I thought he could be more magical. It’s disappointing.” Delphi thought Harry Potter could be taller.
“Cousin, you’re going to school with Harry Potter, and he’s your nemesis.” Draco said, “Don’t worry, Delphine and I will support you.”
Lucius and Narcissa recovered their wands.
“Don’t lose it again.” Lucius was really impressed by his son. He just threw away the newly bought wand.
But Draco didn’t take his father’s words to heart at all. He casually put his wand in his pocket and said, “We just met Harry Potter. He is shorter than I imagined and has no aura of a savior at all.”
Lucius immediately asked, “There wasn’t any conflict?”
“No, we just chatted. He doesn’t know anything, not even Quidditch. He’s like a fool.” Draco said frivolously.
“Keep a low profile and don’t conflict with Harry Potter unless necessary.” Lucius was still worried that the secret of the Dark Lord’s son would be exposed.
“Okay.” Draco agreed casually.
Lucius said, “Have you chosen the right size?”
“not yet.”
“Then you wait here, I’ll buy you some food.” Lucius said.
“I want the biggest ice cream,” Draco said.
“Delphi, little Tom, what about you?”
“I want ice cream too,” said Little Tom.
“It’s okay for me to be the same as my brother.” Delphi puts her brother first in everything, because her brother is the wizard with the purest bloodline, and his decision is above everything else.
On the other side, Harry Potter went to Hagrid to cram his knowledge about wizards, such as what Quidditch is, what the four major schools are, and what a flying broom is. He absorbed the knowledge like a sponge absorbs water.
Unfortunately, even after Hagrid explained it, he didn’t fully understand it.
After Draco finished his ice cream, he dragged his parents to the broom shop, wanting to buy his own broom.
“Brooms are too dangerous.” Narcissa didn’t want her son to encounter any danger.
“I want a Nimbus 2000,” Draco said with a pout.
“How about buying you a snack?”
“I want a Nimbus 2000.”
“I’ll buy you a Quidditch All-Star card,” Narcissa said. Although the card was expensive, it was much safer than a broom.
Little Tom looked at the displays in the store. There were not only brooms, but also broom maintenance tools and broom magazines. This was a paradise for wizards who loved speed.
In the end, Draco didn’t buy a broom, but he got an All-Star card and a lot of snacks.
Of course, all three of them had their share of snacks, but Delphi and little Tom had no interest in Quidditch.
Although Quidditch is an important activity to train everyone’s team spirit and is a national sport for wizards, little Tom is not interested in it.
Finally, we bought a few more suitcases to make sure that the three of us could fit our luggage, and then we could go home.
“Okay, everything has been bought, let’s go back.”
He changed his form and returned directly to Malfoy Manor.
Little Tom couldn’t wait to start reading “Ancient Magical Language (World Edition)” and immersed himself in the ocean of magic.
“Standard spells are just like Qin Shi Huang’s unified writing system. Qin Shi Huang only allowed one type of writing, and all other scripts were destroyed. The burning of books was most likely to destroy the writing systems of the six countries, leaving only one. Just like non-standard spells have become forbidden techniques and black magic, with the standard, non-standard ones are suppressed.” Little Tom thought, this is inevitable.
As long as there is a standard, those who do not meet it will be suppressed. Just like the imperial examination, those who are not good at it are suppressed. In exam-oriented education, those who are not good at taking exams are suppressed.
If there are standards, there will be those who meet the standards and those who do not. Those who do not meet the standards will be suppressed.
“The International Confederation of Wizards is the decision-making body for standard spells, and they are promoted by the Ministries of Magic in each country. But what about wizards in each country who are good at local non-standard spells? They will definitely not be taken seriously and will not be reused.” Little Tom wanted to learn more non-standard spells.
In fact, many wizards will develop non-standard spells, such as the “God of Swords” developed by Snape, which is a non-standard spell.
“Ancient Magical Languages (World Edition)” introduces more than 30 native magical languages from seven continents and four oceans.
But it is just a brief introduction and not in-depth. After all, it is impossible for a book to introduce so much content.
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Chapter 5 Bloodline (Old Version)
In ancient times, the sun never set and there were runes, also known as runes. But this is not an isolated case, and different places have their own ancient languages and spells.
“Asia doesn’t learn the Standard Spells, I see.” After reading the book, I learned that Asia has its own magic system, which is not the system of the Standard Spells.
“So Asian magic is ignorant, backward, barbaric, and non-standard.” Little Tom laughed when he read this. “Standard Spells” is advanced, and non-standard spells are backward? Too arbitrary.
“Even if they accept the Standard Spells, wizards from all countries still have to protect themselves. For example, wizards in Britain don’t allow the import of magic carpets to protect their broom industry. If Britain ever leaves the EU, they might simply withdraw from the International Confederation of Wizards, abandon the Standard Spells, and simply revert to the ancient runes.”
It is not easy to get everyone to accept a standard.
Not only Qin Shihuang made efforts, but Charlemagne in the West also unified the Bible into Latin. Of course, later on, various countries translated the text into their own languages and abandoned Latin.
Now wizards are promoting the “Standard Spells”, which is definitely not easy and the opposition is quite strong.
“Ancient Magical Language (World Edition)” opened little Tom’s eyes and made him realize that there is “localism” all over the world and standard spells do not have an absolute advantage.
Of course, you still have to learn the “Standard Spells”. After all, it contains the spell of panning for gold in the waves. After learning it, you can basically deal with various situations.
Draco was flying his broom in the yard. This was his father’s broom, which could not leave the yard or go higher than the second floor.
Little Tom has been studying and waiting for school to start.
Finally it was September 1st and we headed to King’s Cross Station.
Lucius called a carriage and took it to the station.
The carriage is disguised as a Muggle sightseeing carriage, so there is no need to worry about attracting the attention of Muggles.
Everyone sat in the carriage and leisurely went to the station.
Pushing the luggage cart to the entrance of Platform 9 and 3/4, Lucius said, “Just go through. This isn’t a wall, it’s a disguise.”
Draco was the first to cross, Delphi was second, little Tom was third, and the parents were last.
The noise immediately reached my ears. The platform was full of people, parents, children, pets, and luggage. It was a mess.
Lucius covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief in disgust. After adjusting for a while, he said, “Get in the car. Draco, you are my cousin. You must set a good example.”
“Father, you can trust me.” Draco smiled confidently.
“Be careful, all three of you.” Narcissa treated her sister’s children as her own and said attentively, “Don’t cause trouble at school. Write home if you have any problems.”
“I know, Mom,” Draco said.
“What about you?”
“I understand, aunt.” In fact, Narcissa is the second aunt. She originally had a younger sister, but the younger sister had been expelled from the family.
“Get in the car.”
The luggage was placed in the luggage car, and the three children entered the private compartment car and found a private compartment to sit in.
“We will definitely be in Slytherin,” Draco said. “What do you think?”
Little Tom said: “The teachers in different colleges are exactly the same. I don’t think there is any difference in teaching quality.”
“That’s different. Different houses were founded by different wizards, and the concepts they pass down are different.” Draco said, “Although the teachers are the same, the house represents the bloodline and glory of wizards. All outstanding wizards graduated from Slytherin, and this is proof.”
Little Tom scorned these opinions, but did not argue. He said, “Let’s see what happens next.”
The teaching quality is the same. Whether it is excellent or poor depends on your own efforts. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw also have many outstanding wizard graduates. It is not only Slytherin College that has outstanding graduates.
If only Slytherin students can graduate and students from the other three colleges cannot graduate, it does prove that Slytherin is superior, but the problem is that this is not the case.
Slytherin is not particularly outstanding, and the teaching quality of the other three houses is the same.
Isolation is very important to pure-blood wizards, and Slytherin is their way of isolation.
The train moves slowly and takes until dusk to reach its destination, so it is not very fast.
“Excuse me, is there any room here?” someone asked at the door.
The three of them looked over, but the other person wasn’t afraid at all. Instead, he proudly introduced himself, “My name is Pansy Parkinson, a child of the Parkinson family.” He swept his eyes proudly over the three of them, and finally looked at the blond boy and said, “If I’m not mistaken, you are the young master of the Malfoy family.”
“Yes, I’m Draco Malfoy. I’ve heard of the Parkinson family. Your family is in the trading business.”
“Yes, our family manages the largest broom transportation business.” The girl said, “Can I sit here?”
“Of course,” Draco said.
After the girl sat down, she looked at the stranger opposite her and said, “So these two are the siblings living in Malfoy Manor?”
Little Tom asked, “Do you know us?”
“I know a little bit. Your parents are in the United States and have lived in Malfoy Manor since childhood.”
“I’m Tom Riddle Jr., and this is my sister Delphi Riddle,” Tom Jr. introduced.
“Never heard of the Riddles,” said the girl.
“It’s not famous.” said Little Tom.
Draco asked, “Are you a freshman too?”
“Yes, I’ll be in Slytherin, just like you,” she said, as if Slytherin was some great place.
“Same for us.” Draco was sure everyone would be in Slytherin.
Delphi doesn’t like Pansy because she’s too arrogant. Her brother is the heir to the Dark Lord and the prince of the wizarding world, but these guys don’t recognize him.
But she also knew that she had to keep a low profile. Dumbledore was at Hogwarts, the Dark Lord’s enemy. They were going to the enemy’s territory and could not let the enemy know their identities.
At noon, everyone bought lunch and ate snacks instead of lunch.
“Chocolate frogs and strange-flavored beans…” Draco bought a lot and shared them with his younger brothers and sisters and Pansy.
Pansy also bought a lot and said, “You’re the only one spending money. Don’t they have any pocket money?”
“They are a sister and a brother, and I am the older brother, so of course I spend the money.” Draco said, “Is there anything wrong?”
“They live in your house, eat your food, use your things, and you spend money on them? This is not right,” Pansy said.
Once you leave Malfoy Manor, there will be different sounds.
“I don’t think it’s wrong,” Draco said.
“You can’t let them lie on you and suck your blood.”
Delphi pulled out her wand and said angrily, “Take back those nonsense words, or I will be rude to you.”
“I’m just telling the truth. You are just parasites of the Malfoy family. As a small family with no reputation, you enjoy the support of a noble family like the Malfoys. You should be ashamed.” Pansy said: “It’s a pity that I don’t see any expression of gratitude from you, vampire.”
Draco didn’t expect the two girls to start arguing directly. He didn’t know how to stop them, so he could only look at little Tom.
Although he usually acts like a big brother, when he encounters a problem, he still has to ask little Tom to solve it. He always does this when he gets into trouble at home.
When nothing goes wrong, he is the eldest brother among the three. When something goes wrong, little Tom is the one who solves the problem.
“Sister, there’s no need to be so rude.”
Delphi said firmly, “Noble blood cannot be tarnished. How can her blood be compared to ours? It’s only because our father has fallen on hard times that she humiliates him. If he were still alive, she would have nothing to do but kneel.”
“Haha, I’ve never heard of the Riddle family. Your father must not be a remarkable figure.”
Delphi was furious and wanted to tell the other party that her father was the dreaded Dark Lord, the monarch of wizards, and that she and her brother were the eldest princesses and heirs, destined to be noble people who rule over all wizards and must not be defiled.
But she couldn’t do that. Her uncle and aunt had repeatedly warned her not to reveal her identity until she reached adulthood. She also knew the stakes were high. The Dark Lord’s enemies were powerful, and her father’s fate was uncertain, so she had to conceal her identity.
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Chapter 6 Surnames (Old Edition)
Faced with Pansy’s provocation, Delphi really couldn’t stand it. Even if she didn’t reveal her identity, she would use magic to teach Pansy a lesson.
“I will make you pay.” Delphi said, shaking her wand.
Pansy was just contemptuous and didn’t believe that the other party would take action.
Little Tom said, “Sister, don’t do anything. Let me do it.” He was worried that his sister couldn’t control herself.
“You can’t use magic.” Pansy said, “I’ll tell the professor.”
“Then go tell it toad land!” said Little Tom, and he drew out his twelve-inch wand of grapevine and phoenix feathers.
The brown wand released magic power, and Pansy turned directly into a toad, lying on the seat.
“You deserve it. How can you look down upon my brother and me? You are asking for your own death.”
“Don’t be angry, sister.” Little Tom knew that his sister had a strong sense of honor for her bloodline. After all, they were the children of the Dark Lord.
Draco said, “Is she okay?”
“Don’t worry, my transformation skills are very mature, she will be fine.” said little Tom.
“If we use magic outside of school, will we be caught by the Ministry of Magic?” Draco was a little worried.
“Don’t worry, we can use magic when there are adult wizards around. There are many seventeen-year-old seniors on the Hogwarts train, so it’s no problem.” Little Tom said.
As long as there is an adult wizard around, underage wizards can also use magic. Therefore, underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school. The biggest restriction is actually for young wizards from Muggle families. They don’t have adult wizards at home, so they can’t use magic.
“Then when are you going to change her back? She’s crying.” Draco saw tears in the Toad’s eyes.
“She must learn her lesson.”
At this time, another girl came to the door of the carriage. She had fluffy curly hair and rabbit teeth and asked in a very condescending tone, “Did you see a toad? Neville’s pet toad is missing.”
Little Tom pointed to the frog on the seat and said, “Look at this, isn’t it? We only have one frog here.”
“Isn’t this yours?”
“No.” Little Tom said: “You can take it to Neville to see. It would be great if it is.”
“Thank you. I’ll take it over and ask.” After saying that, the girl left with the toad in her arms.
Draco couldn’t help but ask, “Is that too much?”
Delphi sneered and said, “It’s best to throw her under the car. Anyone who insults the Dark Lord should be punished.”
Little Tom said: “Everyone just treats her as a pet, no one will hurt her.”
Soon Hermione returned and said, “Unfortunately, this isn’t Neville’s toad. The pattern is different. I put it here. Perhaps its owner is looking for it.”
“Thank you very much for your cooperation. By the way, I just heard from the senior that we will be arriving at school soon, so you’d better change into your school uniforms.” Hermione said and left.
Draco couldn’t help but say, “Who is this? Why does she look like the housekeeper?”
“I don’t know them,” Delphic said, “but the girls at Hogwarts seem pretty annoying.”
Little Tom knew that this was Hermione Granger, one of the three.
He drew his wand and restored Pansy’s human form.
Pansy immediately fell to the ground and retched. The memory of turning into a toad just now was completely a psychological trauma.
Delphi said, “If there is a next time, I will not turn you into a toad, but into a flea.”
Pansy didn’t dare to say anything, her heart was filled with fear.
Little Tom said, “What are you doing lying on the ground? Do you want everyone to know that we bullied you? Stand up.”
“I have no strength left.”
Little Tom said, “Cousin, please help her up.”
Draco pulled her back to her seat.
Pansy’s face was already covered in tears and snot. She wanted to cry, but she was worried about making the other person angry, so she could only try to hold back her sobs. This was her first time away from home, and she had thought she could build a relationship with the Malfoy young master, but she didn’t expect this to be the result.
It’s so scary outside, home is better.
“Change into school uniform.” Little Tom picked up the wand and pointed it at his chest, saying, “Change quickly.” In the blink of an eye, his uniform turned into a black robe, and even his tie was changed.
Magic is so convenient.
Draco said, “Help me too, I don’t know this spell.”
“Cousin, stand still and change your clothes quickly.” He used his magic wand to help others change their clothes, and then asked his sister: “Sister, do you need my help?”
“Brother, you are truly a gentleman.” She stood elegantly in the box and finished changing her clothes.
Finally, Little Tom looked at Pansy and said, “Let me help you. As long as you don’t mess with me, I won’t do anything to you.”
Delphi also said magnanimously: “If you have learned your lesson, you are welcome to fight for the purebloods. After all, you are a pureblood too.”
Pansy then stood up carefully and let little Tom finish changing his clothes.
“Remember, pure-bloods should unite with each other,” Delphi said. “If you continue to look down on pure-bloods, you will bear the consequences.”
“I won’t dare to do that again. Never again.”
In fact, there are huge conflicts between pure-bloods, and they are not so harmonious.
“Harry Potter must be on the train too, let’s go find him.” There was still time, Draco suggested going to find Harry Potter.
“My uncle said we should keep a low profile,” said Delphi.
Little Tom said, “You can go and look for it.”
Pansy said, “I just saw someone calling Harry Potter’s name. He was with a red-haired boy. He might be from the Weasley family.”
Red hair is the characteristic of the Weasley family, and blonde hair is the characteristic of the Malfoy family. Hair color will also become a link in the contempt chain.
“Harry Potter and the Weasleys? I can’t imagine it.” Draco said, “It’s really uncomfortable that they actually met each other. Forget it, I’d better not make myself uncomfortable. I don’t want to ruin my mood.”
It was already dark outside. The train stopped at the platform, still some distance from the school.
The senior students rode in horse-drawn carriages, while the first students took boats.
Follow the tall gamekeeper, Hagrid, to the docks.
“Persons in groups of four, don’t worry, we have enough boats.” Hagrid shouted loudly, holding a lantern.
The torches on the dock could illuminate the environment, but they couldn’t illuminate the dark lake surface, which was like the mouth of an abyss.
This is the Black Lake, where the murlocs live.
Take a boat across a low covered bridge and you will see Hogwarts Castle. Looking up from below, the lights of the castle blend into the starry sky.
I have to say that letting first-grade children take a boat ride really leaves a deep impression on everyone about the school.
The boat moved on its own, magical power replacing the oars. From the moment it set out to the moment it reached the shore, it did not deviate from its course.
To reach the school’s dock, you have to climb the slope, enter the courtyard, and go directly to the entrance of the auditorium.
“I am Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts. Please line up and follow me.” Professor McGonagall said majestically, “The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin.”
When the door opened, the auditorium was filled with students. At the deepest part of the auditorium was a table where the school’s professors sat. Sitting in the middle was the great wizard Dumbledore.
Overhead is a sea of suspended candles, with countless candles providing light.
“I read it in ‘A History of Hogwarts,'” someone whispered.
The children were very nervous, after all, all the students were staring at them.
Walking to the professors’ table, the bearded Dumbledore couldn’t get little Tom’s attention, and his eyes shifted to a turbaned wizard. There was a magical connection between the two.
Delphi felt the same way and couldn’t help but look at the unprepossessing teacher.
“Those whose names are called, please come up to the stage.” Professor McGonagall stood next to a three-legged stool with a tattered pointed hat on it.
The children who walked up sat on the stool and put on the gray-blue hat, and the hat would shout out the college the child wanted to go to.
There would be one table among the four long tables that would burst into cheers. Obviously, the four tables represented the four colleges.
Draco took the stage, and it was quickly confirmed that he was a Slytherin, the hat not even touching his hair.
Then there’s Delphi, who’s also a Slytherin.
Little Tom has to wait a moment because the order is based on the first letter of the name, starting with a and ending with z, and his is t.
Tom Riddle Jr. is just a suffix added to the end of Tom Riddle’s name, meaning young.
The name Riddle brought back many memories for Dumbledore.
Chapter 7: Division (Old Version)
“Harry Potter.” When Professor McGonagall called out this name, all the students in the hall were talking about it. This was the boy who survived the disaster and the hero who defeated the mysterious man.
Which college will he go to? Everyone is curious.
Harry Potter sat on the stool, his hat almost covering his head.
Before, the hat could come up with the answer within a minute, but this time it was silent for a long time, and everyone was silent.
Harry Potter in the hat kept chanting: No Slytherin, no Slytherin…
The Sorting Hat thought Harry Potter had great talent and possessed the excellent qualities of the four major colleges, but since Harry Potter didn’t want Slytherin, it knew where to place him: “Gryffindor——”
In an instant, the long table at the Lion Academy was in an uproar. Everyone clapped their hands happily and cheered, “We got Harry Potter, we got Harry Potter.”
The students at the other three tables were very disappointed.
When everyone quieted down, Professor McGonagall continued the sorting and finally called out, “Young Tom Riddle.”
Hearing this familiar name, Dumbledore looked at little Tom through his half-moon glasses. His meticulously black hair, his youthful yet handsome features, his shining black eyes, and his pale skin reminded him of Voldemort in his youth. They looked exactly like him.
He sat on a low stool and put the sorting hat on his head.
“Obviously a typical Slytherin, smart and pure.”
“Do you like your job?” Little Tom asked in a low voice.
“You’re asking me if I like my job?”
“Yes.”
“You’re quite an interesting freshman, but to be honest, I don’t enjoy my job,” the Sorting Hat said. “I separated the students with the intention of letting everyone compete, but the result is terrible. It’s a cycle of discrimination and endless hostility. We’re all students at Hogwarts, but in the end, we’ve become enemies.”
The Sorting Hat has been here since Hogwarts was first established. Over a thousand years of history, it has witnessed the divisions and infighting at Hogwarts, as well as the divisions and disputes among students.
“Then why don’t you change?”
“I’m just a magic tool,” said the Sorting Hat.
“But you can decide which college the students go to, right? Perhaps by disrupting the college assignments, you can strengthen student unity.”
Everyone saw little Tom lowering his head and the Sorting Hat didn’t react at all. They wondered if he was even more difficult to decide than Harry Potter?
The headmaster was also surprised. Voldemort didn’t waste so much time back then and quickly decided to send him to Slytherin.
Little Tom is chatting with the Sorting Hat.
The Sorting Hat listened to the freshman’s suggestion and said, “I can’t do this. I can’t go against my duty.”
“Why not? Can’t you let students decide which college to go to?”
“Yes, I can let students decide for themselves. But if it were up to me, I would have to follow the pre-set magic and assign the house based on the students’ characteristics, not my personal preferences. You are pure, so I will send you to Slytherin. Of course, if you don’t like it, you can decide for yourself. I believe you will make a wise choice.”
After all, the Sorting Hat is just a prop. It either listens to the students’ choices or distributes them according to pre-designed magic. It cannot decide according to its own ideas.
Do you decide for yourself? Little Tom thought, “Slytherin, everyone’s happy with it.” Gryffindor, where the main characters are, is a good place to start. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff have their own supporting roles in the story.
If I go to Gryffindor, I guess everyone will be surprised, the Malfoy family, my sister, the headmaster and Voldemort, they will all be surprised.
“I choose Gryffindor,” said little Tom.
“Gryffindor—” said the Sorting Hat.
For a moment, Draco and Delphic were dumbfounded. Dumbledore seemed to be smiling, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Professor McGonagall dyed little Tom’s school uniform the red and yellow colors of Gryffindor and announced that he had become a member of Gryffindor.
Little Tom looked at his sister and told her with his eyes to be patient.
“Why is it Gryffindor?” Draco was dumbfounded, muttering to himself, “How am I going to explain this to my parents? He should be in Slytherin.”
Delphi read something in her brother’s eyes and said, “He definitely has his own ideas. We have to trust him. He is destined to be the king. There will be no problem.”
“Sit here.” The prefect Percy gave up his seat to little Tom and let him sit with other freshmen.
The new students were discussing whether they were wizard-born or Muggle-born.
Some new students are half-half, meaning one parent is a Muggle and the other is a wizard.
“I didn’t expect him to go to Gryffindor.” Ron whispered to Harry beside him.
“What’s wrong? Do you know him?” Harry knew nothing about the wizarding world, but fortunately he met Ron at the station. Ron was born in a wizarding family and taught him a lot of knowledge.
“Little Tom Riddle, a distant relative of Malfoy Manor.” Ron was already chuckling. “Soon everyone will know that Malfoy Manor has produced a Gryffindor. They’ll all be humiliated.”
“Uh, is it shameful to be in Gryffindor?” Harry didn’t understand.
“We are not ashamed, but the Malfoy family pays the most attention to bloodline. Everyone considers themselves to be noble pure-bloods, and their noses are all upturned. Their relatives did not enter Slytherin, which is famous for its pure-bloods. They must think that he has brought shame to the family.” Ron knew the Malfoy family very well and knew that they were all proud of being Slytherin.
“I think Gryffindor is fine,” said Harry.
“It’s good,” said Ron, “but it’s not good for Malfoy’s relatives.”
“Little Tom, is your family a wizard family?”
“Yes, my parents are both wizards,” said little Tom.
After the sorting ceremony, the headmaster stood up and said, “Welcome, everyone, to Hogwarts to start the new school year. Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. They are: Idiots! Crybabies! Scum! Twist! Thank you all.”
No one could understand this crazy genius wizard, and the students ignored the headmaster’s words and started eating.
Delicious food appeared on the empty dining table.
Harry was stunned as it was his first time seeing such amazing magic.
In fact, it is the house-elves working in secret. In order to take care of nearly a thousand students in Hogwarts, there are more than ten elves in the school.
Students don’t have to worry about their daily lives at school. Clothes and sheets are washed by elves, and food and drinks are prepared by elves. The school’s hygiene is also entirely the responsibility of the elves. Anyway, the house elves take care of everything.
While we were eating, there were ghosts walking around in the auditorium, which was very magical.
The food tasted good, no worse than that at Malfoy Manor.
While Harry was eating, he suddenly felt a headache and his scar was burning. He looked towards the teacher’s table and found a professor dressed in black staring at him.
He asked Ron who he was.
“He’s the Head of Slytherin, Professor Snape. No one likes him except the Slytherin students,” Ron said. “The twins said he only gives extra points to Slytherin students.”
Harry remembered him, and felt that Snape was related to the mysterious man. Otherwise, why would his scar burn when he looked at himself, but not when he didn’t? This Professor Snape was obviously not a good person.
Chapter 8 Reasons (Old Version)
After everyone had eaten and drunk enough, and the food had disappeared, the headmaster needed to announce some rules. He said, “Now that everyone has eaten and drunk enough, I have a few more words to say to everyone. At the beginning of the term, I would like to give you a few reminders. First-year students, please note that students are prohibited from entering the woods in the courtyard. Some of our older students should also remember this. In addition, the caretaker, Mr. Filch, also asked me to remind everyone not to perform magic in the corridors during class breaks.”
“The Quidditch player review process will take place in the second week of this semester. Students interested in joining the house team should contact Madam Hooch. Finally, I must inform everyone that anyone who does not wish to suffer an accident or a painful death should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor.”
Some people started laughing, thinking that accidents and tragic deaths in school were too funny, including Harry Potter.
However, most of the wizard-born freshmen and seniors were silent. This was not a joke, but reality.
“You’re not serious?” Harry couldn’t help but ask.
Percy, a senior student beside him, said seriously, “He’s serious. He’s just a little weird.”
“What’s strange?” Harry asked.
“The strange thing is that whenever the headmaster forbids us students from going somewhere, he usually gives a reason. For example, everyone knows that there are many wild beasts in the Forbidden Forest, but even I, a prefect, don’t know what’s in the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor.”
Harry knew that Percy was Ron’s brother and the male prefect of Gryffindor. Many things were ordered by professors to the prefects, who then told the students.
The headmaster continued, “Now, before we all go to bed, let us sing the school song together. Each of you may choose your favorite tune.” Dumbledore smiled, but the other professors could not laugh.
The students sang the song out of tune and were taken back to the dormitory by their class leaders.
Dumbledore returned to the office and talked to the Sorting Hat, saying, “Please tell me what happened at the ceremony and why little Tom Riddle did not enter Slytherin?” He also believed that little Tom belonged to Slytherin.
“It’s his own choice.”
The principal asked, “Could you please tell me the whole story?”
The Sorting Hat said, “With pleasure. I was going to sort him into Slytherin, but he asked me if I enjoyed the Sorting. I told him I didn’t enjoy it because my Sorting caused divisions and confrontations between students.”
The headmaster was not surprised by this, because every time there was a conflict within Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat would tell the history of the school and blame itself for separating the students.
But he was curious about how little Tom responded, so he asked, “What did he say?”
“He suggested that I use my branch status to group students with different characteristics together to enhance communication. Unfortunately, I don’t have the power or ability to do so. But I told him that it’s up to the students to decide which college to join.”
“And he chose Gryffindor?”
“Yes, it was his own choice. And Harry Potter’s choice too. I was planning to send him to Slytherin, but he didn’t want to go.”
“I understand. Thank you for your hard work.” The principal said politely that magical props with self-awareness need to be treated with respect.
The headmaster thought that Delphic Riddle and Tom Riddle Jr. were definitely Voldemort and Bella’s children, and must have been born before Voldemort’s defeat.
With his father’s life and death unknown and his mother serving a prison sentence, Delphi was raised by Lucius and Narcissa. She looked like a normal Slytherin, behaving like an ordinary aristocrat, but little Tom was hard to understand.
“Then let’s continue observing.” The principal decided to continue observing.
In the dormitory, the luggage has arrived. Little Tom will be in the same dormitory with Harry, Ron, and Seamus. It will be very lively in the future.
In addition to the luggage, there is also tomorrow’s class schedule.
Little Tom took a look and saw that there were two classes every day, ranging from spells to astronomy, from transfiguration to potions, and of course history.
Today, everyone was exhausted from the morning ride, carriage, train, and school. They soon fell asleep, but little Tom was still meditating, strengthening his magic.
In the morning, little Tom got up very early and found Ron and Harry were still sleeping. He didn’t call them to wash up and eat.
In the Great Hall, Delphi and Draco found him first.
Draco said angrily, “Cousin, cousin, what can I say about you? How can you go to Gryffindor? You should come to Slytherin.”
Delphi said: “I believe you, but I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation.”
Little Tom said: “The Sorting Hat originally wanted to send me to Slytherin, but I refused.”
“Why?” Draco was even more confused when he heard this. He said, “You should know how much my parents hope that the three of us can enter Slytherin. They will be proud of us, but now you go to Gryffindor. I don’t know how to write a letter to explain it.”
“Because I want to meet Harry Potter.” said little Tom.
Delphi said as soon as she heard it: “You want revenge? If you could be in the same dormitory with Harry Potter, you could indeed find an opportunity to kill him directly.”
“Don’t even think about killing them, but we can still investigate. This is a school, we shouldn’t be fighting and killing,” said little Tom.
Delphi said, “No matter what you want to do, this reason can convince me. I will write to my uncle and aunt. Although they will be disappointed, they should also understand the hatred we carry.”
“Then please comfort my uncle and aunt, and don’t let them send me a yelling letter.” Little Tom said: “Of course I will write a letter to explain.”
“I hope they’ll accept it,” Draco said regretfully.
After dinner, I went to the classroom to wait and write a letter to tell my uncle and aunt. They must have been feeling very complicated.
He received a reply the next day. Although his uncle and aunt were disappointed, they chose to understand. It was a good result.
After two days of classes, Harry and Ron still couldn’t adapt to the huge castle. Hogwarts has 142 staircases and the direction changes every Friday.
The best thing for freshmen is to find a friendly ghost path, but if they encounter Peeves, they will be unlucky.
Of course, there are also Filch and his cat, who always appear out of nowhere and block the way for freshmen to class.
Today, during the first Transfiguration class, they got lost again and hurriedly found the classroom. They were relieved to see that there was only a cat on the podium and no professor.
But they were too happy too soon. The cat jumped forward and turned into Professor McGonagall. All the freshmen were stunned. The magic was so amazing.
“I’m sorry, Professor McGonagall, the castle is just too big.”
“Perhaps I can turn you two into a map,” said Professor McGonagall. “Now take your seats. It shouldn’t be hard to get lost, right?”
The two of them immediately found seats obediently.
“Transfiguration is the most complicated and dangerous spell you will learn at Hogwarts. If anyone acts mischievously in my class, I will ask him to leave and never allow him back in again.” Professor McGonagall was very serious in class because Transfiguration was indeed very dangerous.
Transfiguration can turn a cup into a mouse, a mouse into a cup, and of course it can also turn a cup into a book, and a mouse into a cockroach. In short, there are many ways to transform, and the more complex the transformation, the more dangerous it is.
Little Tom had already learned these first-year courses. In the utility room of Malfoy Manor were all of Lucius’s textbooks from first to seventh grade.
Little Tom taught himself up to the third grade. If he had time, he could have taught himself the entire seventh grade curriculum.
Chapter 9 Course (Old Version)
After the Transfiguration class, little Tom found his dean and asked, “Professor, I have a question.”
“What’s the problem?” asked Professor McGonagall.
Little Tom said, “If I want to go to the restricted section, I don’t know what conditions I need to meet.”
Professor McGonagall said, “If you can do well in your exams, I can give you a license. But you must promise not to try any dangerous magic.”
“Of course I can guarantee it.”
“Why did you go to the restricted section?”
Little Tom said, “Professor, we are learning Standard Spells, so there must be non-standard spells. I am just curious about the differences between the two.”
“Standard spells are set by the International Confederation of Wizards. Spells that are not recorded are non-standard spells. I didn’t expect you to have such ideas at such a young age. Well, if you can get good grades in the exam, I will give you a license.”
“Thank you, professor. I will try my best.” said little Tom.
At lunch, many freshmen were doing homework for the Transfiguration class.
Every professor will assign homework, requiring it to fill a certain length of parchment, and there are requirements for the homework.
The main thing is to copy the contents of the textbook. The homework for lower grades is to strengthen memory, rather than expecting new students to make any innovations.
In the afternoon we have Potions class.
That was Harry’s disaster, completely targeted by Snape.
Students from all four houses can score and deduct points. At the end of the school year, the house with the most points will receive the Hogwarts House Cup and have its flag hung in the Great Hall.
The flag hanging now is Slytherin’s. It is said that this is because Professor Snape only gave extra points to Slytherin and deducted points from other colleges.
Snape was indeed targeting Harry, and Harry didn’t like Snape either.
Snape was strict.
Although Professor McGonagall was also strict, the two professors had different styles. Snape was sarcastic and harsh towards non-Slytherin students, while Professor McGonagall treated all students equally.
“You are here to learn the precise art and rigorous craft of potion preparation,” Snape said, like a giant black bat that frightened the freshmen. “There is no foolish waving of wands here, so many of you will not believe that this is magic. I do not expect you to truly understand the beauty of the white smoke and fragrant aroma of the simmering cauldron. You do not want to truly understand the magical power of the liquid flowing into the veins of wizards, which makes people excited and confused. I can teach you how to improve your reputation, brew honor, and even prevent death, but there must be one prerequisite, that is, you are not the kind of fools I often encounter.”
His opening remarks were very contemptuous of others. Professor McGonagall would not call students stupid or foolish; she would strive to teach everyone. Snape, on the other hand, only taught the smart ones, and the stupid ones would be eliminated.
“Harry Potter!” Snape said suddenly, “What would I get if I added powdered asphodel root to the wormwood infusion?”
Harry said with a blank look on his face, “I don’t know, sir.”
Hermione raised her hand; she knew.
Snape continued, “Let’s try this again, Potter. If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go?”
Hermione raised her hand again.
Harry didn’t know what bezoar was, while Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were trying to hold back their laughter.
“I don’t know, sir.” Harry still couldn’t answer.
Snape said, “I suppose you haven’t opened a book before term starts, have you, Potter?”
Of course, Harry Potter had read the book before. After buying it, he had read it, but he only glanced at it and did not memorize all the content.
Snape continued, “Potter, what is the difference between Aconitum naviculatum and Aconitum davidianum?”
Harry still didn’t know and said, “I don’t know, but I think Hermione knows the answer. Why not ask her?”
Snape said unhappily, “Let me tell you, Potter. Narcissus root powder and wormwood together can be brewed into a powerful sleeping potion, also known as the water of life and death. Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow, which has a strong detoxifying effect. As for Aconitum carmichaelii and Aconitum davidianum, they are the same plant, collectively known as Aconitum. Do you understand?” Then he looked at the other students who were watching the fun and said grimly, “Why don’t you write all this down?”
Everyone immediately lowered their heads in fear and wrote down the contents on the parchment.
Snape said, “Harry, you have been deducted one point from Gryffindor for talking back to your teacher.”
Harry was helpless, but this was definitely not directed at Harry alone. Snape brought enormous pressure to non-Slytherin students.
Neville was very afraid of Snape and suffered from psychological trauma.
Harry became even more certain that Snape must be related to the mysterious man and was not a good person.
Little Tom felt a little sympathetic towards Harry. It was really unlucky for him to meet his father’s rival in love at school. As for the subject of potions, it was still very important. Potions could effectively make up for the shortcomings of spells.
Although spells are fast, accurate and powerful, potions are more complex than spells and can even change abstract things like luck.
But potions are very expensive and require many ingredients, which are also very expensive. So sometimes students choose to steal from Professor Snape’s office.
Because there is a lot of drug materials in his office.
Little Tom has adapted to the learning content of the school. There are not many courses and he still has time to read books in the library.
He enjoyed studying non-standard spells, and although he couldn’t enter the restricted section yet, it was still interesting to learn about wizarding history.
The History of Magic at Hogwarts is taught by a ghost professor who is said to have fallen asleep once and forgot to take his body with him.
The lessons he taught were boring, just reading from a textbook without any expansion, which could not satisfy little Tom’s desire to explore. He wanted to learn about the history of magic in various countries.
However, there is very little information available. After all, wizards were few in number, and in ancient times there was no Ministry of Magic, so individual wizards were unable to revise their own history. Muggles also knew very little about wizards, and there were few records.
So if you want to know the history, you can only go to the magic family.
For example, the Malfoy family followed King William the Conqueror to the British Empire nine hundred years ago, and their fortunes began there. Over the past nine hundred years, there are many records of the family, and while many of them are exaggerated, they can still serve as historical references.
The same is true for other families. If wizards want to succeed, they cannot do without Muggles, especially the Muggle king. But now the wizarding nobles look down on Muggles.
“It’s really difficult to learn non-standard magic. You should start with Muggle history. Ancient characters are not only used by wizards, but Muggles as well. Maybe you can buy a few books on ancient characters.”
Thinking of this, little Tom looked at Hermione Granger. Since both his parents were Muggles, it would definitely be no problem to ask them for help.
“Mr. Granger.”
Hermione was buried in her homework when she heard someone calling her. She looked up and saw it was the most handsome boy in the class. She blushed and stammered, “What’s going on?”
“I heard your parents were Muggles, were they?”
Hermione frowned. It was not polite to be so direct. Even if the other person was a handsome guy, she couldn’t be so rude.
Little Tom explained, “Please forgive my rashness, but I actually want to ask your parents for a favor.”
Hermione asked, “Ask my parents for help? Do you know them?”
“I don’t know them,” he said, “but they walk in the Muggle world and can definitely help me.”
“What can I do for you?”
“I want to buy some books on ancient writing research,” said little Tom.
“Muggle books?” Hermione was puzzled and asked, “Don’t the Hogwarts library have them? Why would we go to the Muggle world to look for them?”
“The Hogwarts library may not have books on ancient writing. What I want is research on the ancient writings of various countries in the four oceans and seven continents.” He said, “I hope you can ask your parents to look it up. I will pay a commission.”
Chapter 10 Social (Old Version)
Little Tom wants to ask Hermione’s parents to buy some books.
After hearing the explanation, Hermione asked curiously, “Ancient writing, is it runes?”
“Runes are just one region’s ancient script. There are many countries in the world, and each has its own history and ancient script.” He said, “I know there are scholars among Muggles who specialize in studying ancient scripts, so I hope to buy some related books.”
“I see. I can write to my father and see if he’s free.”
“Thank you very much.” Little Tom said with a smile.
Inheriting the handsomeness and beauty of Voldemort and Bella, little Tom has big eyes, a high nose, and thin lips. When he curls the corners of his mouth, there is a natural magic.
“You’re welcome. We’re classmates and should help each other,” Hermione said nervously. She didn’t know why, but seeing little Tom’s face made her heart beat faster.
“Please let me know how much money you need.” Little Tom had a small stash of money because his aunt was never stingy.
“No rush.”
When Hermione wrote home, her father was happy to help. As a wizard, he wanted her to make friends at school. So, he quickly visited various bookstores, compiled a catalog, and sent it to his daughter, along with the prices.
Little Tom confirmed his intention to buy the product and sent the money and the letter to Hermione’s father.
After buying the books, they were delivered to school by an owl.
After these interactions, Hermione and little Tom became familiar with each other.
When the books were delivered to the school, Hermione asked curiously, “Can studying ancient texts improve magic? I mean, I haven’t seen other wizards studying this.”
“There will be elective courses in senior year, and one of them will be about ancient runes.”
“It’s just an elective?” Hermione said, “As if ancient writings aren’t important.”
“If you’re just learning Standard Spells, it’s not really important. But if you’re learning non-standard spells, it’s very necessary.”
“I know the standard spells. The textbooks we study are standard spells, but what are non-standard spells?” she asked curiously.
“It’s a curse that’s not in the textbooks.”
“Is it dangerous?”
“Some are certainly dangerous, but they’re not included in the Standard Spells not just because they’re dangerous, but also because of personal preference, or because of some other reasons they weren’t selected for the textbook. But both standard and non-standard spells have a common origin – ancient language spells.”
“But these books were written by Muggles.”
Little Tom laughed and said, “You studied in a Muggle school before. Do you have any problems reading wizard books now?”
“No, the books are all written in one language.” Hermione also found that her question was too stupid.
“That’s right. There are only a few wizards, and they don’t have the ability to develop their own writing. So wizards and Muggles use the same language system. The research results of Muggles can also be used by wizards.” Little Tom said.
“You’re so clever.” Hermione praised sincerely, “I wouldn’t have thought of these things.”
“I’m also curious about non-standard spells, so I’m considering these things. Anyway, thank you very much for this matter. If you need any help in the future, you can also come to me. Coming from the Muggle world, are you used to it?”
Hermione said, “To be honest, I’m not used to it. Before I received the acceptance letter, I knew nothing about magic. At first, we thought it was a joke. It wasn’t until Professor McGonagall came to visit that my parents realized I had wizarding talent. Everything is so magical, but I’m worried that I won’t be able to keep up with my studies and won’t be able to compare to you classmates who have been exposed to magic since childhood.”
“Don’t worry, because wizards receive education in literacy and mathematics at home when they are young, not magic. Although we have been exposed to magic since childhood, it does not mean that we have time to learn it. When we were young, we mainly focused on enlightenment.”
“Didn’t you learn magic when you were young?” Hermione asked curiously.
“Yes, it’s mainly about enlightenment. If you learn magic at home, why would you come to a magic school? Don’t you think so? The level of students who come to magic school is about the same, so you don’t need to worry at all. As long as you study hard, your grades will definitely surpass most young wizards.”
Hermione thought this made sense. Young wizards weren’t born knowing how to read and write; they had to learn. If they learned to read and write, they naturally wouldn’t have time to learn magic, which was why a magic school was necessary.
“Thank you, I feel much better,” said Hermione.
“You’re welcome. We are classmates, so we should help each other.”
Little Tom started studying ancient texts. Muggles had discovered many ancient texts through archaeological research and had been able to decipher them. He loved learning and it made him happy.
Of course, you can’t just study, you also have to exercise.
When talking about sports, we have to mention Quidditch, and when talking about Quidditch, we have to mention flying brooms.
Flying lessons are about learning how to fly a broom.
Madam Hooch was a short-haired, very capable lady who gave each student a broom.
“Okay, put the broom on the ground, stand next to it, and let’s start training. The first step is to summon the broom into your hand. Follow me and repeat after me.”
Everyone opened their hands, placed them on top of their brooms, and said, “Get up, get up, get up.”
As the little wizard muttered, some brooms rolled on the spot, while others flew directly into the wizard’s hands.
These are teaching brooms, crudely made, like the common cleaning tools in the countryside, but who would have thought that wizards could take off with brooms?
Little Tom made the broom fly into his hand in one breath and waited for the order.
Madam Hooch would not proceed to the next step until everyone was able to fly their brooms.
There is magic on the broom, and the little wizard also has magic, so everyone can do it, it’s just a matter of time.
Wizards are really strange. As long as they have magic power, they can learn the basic skills taught in school. There is no such thing as having magic power but not being able to fly.
Unless the wizard is unwilling to fly, it doesn’t mean he can’t do it.
The basic skills taught in school can be mastered by anyone with magical powers. This is also thanks to the standard spells that all wizards can master.
Of course, school education does not represent all magic, such as Parseltongue, which depends on bloodline.
Little Tom watched everyone’s actions and thought that the “Standard Spells” must be spells that all wizards can learn, and among the non-standard spells there must be many “blood spells” that can only be passed down through bloodline.
This is just like “Naruto”, everyone can learn basic ninjutsu, but the bloodline limit depends on bloodline.
One of the standards of Standard Spells is that anyone can learn it, as long as they have magical power. Blood magic, such as Parseltongue and Prophecy, which require bloodline inheritance, cannot be taught.
Although the school has courses on prophecy and divination, it is obvious that students cannot learn it.
“Okay, everyone has their brooms. Let’s move on to the second step and get on. But no one is allowed to fly without my order,” said Madam Hooch.
But there are some students who cannot control themselves, such as Neville. After he rides on the broom, his feet can’t help but leave the ground and go higher and higher.
“Longbottom, come down quickly.” Madam Hooch looked up and said.
Neville was so panicked that he had no idea how to get down.
“I haven’t learned to land yet.” Little Tom said that we should learn to land first and then learn to take off. If we learn to take off first, we won’t be able to land.
Neville’s broom flew around and finally he fell down, broke his arm, and cried in pain.
“I’m sending Longbottom to heal his wounds. You all have to stay on the ground until I come back.” Madam Hooch took the crying Neville away.
“Look, this is a memory ball. It will turn red if someone forgets something.” Malfoy picked up a glass ball.
“This is Neville’s stuff, give it to me quickly,” said Harry.
Malfoy immediately got on his broom and flew up, saying maliciously, “Come and get it if you can. Harry Potter!”
Harry was about to fly.
Hermione quickly stopped him and said, “Madam Hooch said we can’t take off.”
Harry didn’t care about that. He acted faster than he thought and took off to catch Malfoy.
Chapter 11: Comparing Miserableness (Old Version)
Malfoy originally thought that Harry couldn’t fly at all, but he didn’t expect Harry to fly very fast and approach him directly. He quickly threw the memory ball out, and Harry saw it and quickly chased after it.
Little Tom saw this and said, “Harry has a talent for flying. Some magic is engraved in the blood and passed down. It doesn’t need to be taught.”
Harry was so fast that he didn’t even slow down even though there was a wall in front of him. He didn’t stop until he caught the Memory Ball, then he came to a stop in mid-air with a graceful and elegant movement, which made people’s blood boil.
“Genius.” Little Tom knew that many adults couldn’t master this kind of action. Harry flew so gracefully for the first time, which could only be attributed to the power of his bloodline.
“I wonder how much blood magic there is in non-standard spells that is inherited through bloodlines. It’s really interesting.” Little Tom became even more curious about the non-standard world.
“Harry Potter, follow me.” It was Professor McGonagall who came to the playground.
Hermione said immediately, “I told you not to take off.”
Malfoy gloated, thinking that Harry had been caught this time and would definitely be punished.
Unfortunately, what awaited Harry was not punishment, but the youngest seeker.
Wait until Madam Hooch comes back, continue lessons, and continue learning to fly.
“Don’t fly higher than my shoulders.” Madam Hooch emphasized that the flight altitude must be low.
Flying slowly.
“With methods of fast travel like Floo powder and Apparition, brooms are really not very efficient. But as a tradition of Western wizards, brooms are something that need to be retained. Although fewer people use them, they must be protected. In order to protect brooms, the import of more comfortable flying blankets is even banned.” Little Tom knew that even if he learned to use a broom, he wouldn’t have many opportunities to use it except when playing Quidditch.
Soon everyone knew that Harry had been chosen as the Quidditch Seeker.
Malfoy was even more upset, feeling that Harry was stealing the show everywhere.
“Cousin, the position of Seeker was originally yours. When we were at the manor, you had the best flying skills.” Malfoy believed that there was only one Seeker in Gryffindor, and that was his cousin.
“His flying talent is hereditary,” said Little Tom. “No, absolutely no.”
“How can I not compare? You fly very fast.”
“It’s useless to fly half a meter off the ground with a child’s broom.” Little Tom looked at the jealous Malfoy and comforted him, “Next year, you can ask your uncle to sponsor you to be the Slytherin Seeker.”
“I will never lose to Harry Potter. This guy is such an eyesore. Everyone has been talking about him since we entered the school. What’s so great about him? It’s just good luck.” Malfoy really couldn’t stand Harry Potter becoming a celebrity in the school.
There’s nothing we can do about it, the Dark Lord himself is the one who helped.
When Harry Potter first entered school, he was the center of attention. Just when the spotlight had finally cooled, he was once again the youngest Seeker.
First-year students join the cadet team and become seekers, which is a completely unconventional way of recruiting talents.
This was Professor McGonagall’s decision. She was a Quidditch fan, and when she saw Harry Potter’s hovering flying technique, she immediately knew that he was a good seedling and would definitely become a genius as long as he was trained well.
Professor McGonagall even bought a Nimbus 2000 at her own expense and gave it to Harry Potter, so that he could win honor for the college.
The Nimbus 2000 is one of the newest brooms this year.
The first-year students were all envious, especially the kids from the wizarding world. Ron and Malfoy were drooling with envy.
As for Muggle children, they don’t know much about brooms and don’t know what a brand new broom represents.
“I haven’t even touched it.” In the dormitory, Ron said enviously: “Harry, please let me touch it.”
“Of course,” Harry said graciously.
The boys were all around the Nimbus Two Thousand.
Little Tom also followed everyone to observe the Nimbus 2000. The broom handle looked like a flash of lightning, and the broom head looked like a water droplet. The shape was very fashionable.
I have to say that the design of this broom is impeccable.
Only wizards can ride high-speed brooms and soar through the sky. An ordinary person would fall to their death. A wizard will rarely die if he falls.
Because wizards have extraordinary physical strength, their magic will protect them from being hit by a car or falling from a height. Muggles must not learn this, as their bodies are too fragile and they will die from a fall.
“I didn’t expect Professor McGonagall to actually convince the headmaster to allow first-year students to participate in the competition. Harry, please don’t let us down.” Seamus also said enviously
Harry is under a lot of pressure. If he loses the game because of his own reasons, will everyone blame him?
But there is pressure, so I have to go.
Little Tom could understand the pressure on Harry. When he was at Malfoy Manor, Lucius always told him that if he wanted to inherit the Dark Lord’s great cause, he had to become the best wizard, which was a very high requirement.
Harry Potter is the savior, and he is under a lot of pressure.
The headmaster had asked him to play Quidditch to train him to handle pressure. Being the youngest Seeker was certainly a big deal, but if he lost, public opinion would definitely not be kind.
Not only Harry Potter, but also Professor McGonagall may be scolded.
If Harry wins, it is naturally Professor McGonagall’s unconventional approach to recruiting talented people. If Harry loses, then Professor McGonagall is acting recklessly.
If we win, everything will be fine. If we lose, it will be shame for Gryffindor, shame for Professor McGonagall, and shame for Harry Potter.
Harry had only learned the basic rules of Quidditch before, but now he had a new broom and could start formal training.
Today is Halloween. Although there is no holiday, the festive atmosphere is very strong, and the smell of pumpkins is everywhere. Little Tom got up in the morning, washed and combed his black hair meticulously. His aristocratic style is out of place in Gryffindor. Only Percy praised his strict self-discipline.
Most children have messy hair.
During the spells class, we learned the levitation spell – Wingardium Leviosa.
Use a feather as a training target.
“Pay attention to the angle of the wand swing and the rhythm of the spell.”
The students waved their wands, aiming at the feathers.
“Swing and shake, pay attention to the rhythm,” said Professor Flitwick. “Remember, it is also very important to pronounce the spell correctly. Don’t forget about Baloo, the wizard who said ‘s’ instead of ‘f’ and found himself lying on the floor with a bison on his chest.”
Some students laughed, turning the levitation spell into a transfiguration spell was too much of a deviation.
Transfiguration can make animals appear out of thin air, flowers, flocks of birds, poisonous snakes, and even bison.
Magic is so magical,
Ron waved his wand vigorously, but the feather didn’t budge.
Hermione, who was in the same group, couldn’t help but correct him, saying, “You’re wrong. It’s Yuga, Dimlev, O, and Sa. ‘Ga’ should be pronounced long and clearly.”
Ron said unhappily, “Since you’re so clever, you try it.”
Hermione rolled up her sleeves, waved her wand, and said the spell: “Wingardium Leviosa.” The feather immediately floated up.
Professor Flitwick said happily, “Miss Granger has succeeded. Look everyone.”
Ron was very angry. When the get out of class was over, he said to Harry, “No wonder everyone can’t stand her. To be honest, practicing with her is like a nightmare.”
He didn’t notice Hermione was right behind him. Hermione pushed them apart and left crying.
Harry saw Hermione’s tears and said, “She must have heard it.”
Ron said stubbornly, “So what? She should have noticed that she has no friends.”
Harry saw that little Tom had also quickened his pace to catch up with Hermione and said, “She has a friend, and little Tom is her friend. I see them studying together often.”
Ron said nothing more.
Hermione simply hid in the girls’ room and cried, and it was no use for the girls to comfort her.
Little Tom stood in front of the girls’ room and waited until Hermione was the only one inside before going in.
“well enough?”
“Leave me alone,” Hermione said uncomfortably.
“Jingjing has so many places to stay, why did she have to hide in the ladies’ room?” Little Tom said, “Ron didn’t mean it, don’t take it to heart. How come you don’t have any friends? Don’t you still have me?”
Hermione did not continue to drive little Tom away because she knew that his situation was worse than hers.
Chapter 12 Giant Monster (Old Version)
Hermione had heard classmates say more than once that little Tom should go to Slytherin and not Gryffindor, because he didn’t fit in with the other students.
Little Tom said: “Everyone thinks I should go to Slytherin because I grew up in the Malfoy Homestead and am a pure blood.”
Hermione looked up at little Tom and said, “You don’t have to care about what they say.” She comforted little Tom in turn.
“Let’s go, don’t stay in the bathroom.”
Hermione nodded and stood up.
“Are you hungry? Go get something to eat early.”
“No lunch left,” said Hermione.
There is no store on campus, so if you’re hungry, you can only leave some food for yourself during meals. There’s a lot of food anyway, so it’s okay to leave some.
“You can go to the kitchen.” Little Tom said, “Tonight is Halloween dinner, and the food must be very rich.”
“Kitchen? Isn’t food made of magic?” Hermione asked curiously.
“Transfiguration can indeed create food, but the food we usually eat is prepared in the kitchen and then transported to the table.” Little Tom said, “Follow me.”
The kitchen, behind a giant painting of fruit, was bustling with activity, with the house-elves busy at work.
It was the first time Hermione saw these strange creatures and she hid nervously behind little Tom.
“Don’t be nervous. They are house elves who serve wizards.” Little Tom said to the elf, “We want to get some food. Is that possible?”
“Of course.” The house-elf was very easy to talk to. “You can choose whatever food you want here.”
“We don’t need much.” Little Tom took out a small pocket and took out the lunch box from it.
Hermione’s eyes widened because her pocket was so small and the lunch box was so big. She asked, “How can the lunch box fit into such a small pocket?”
“This is the Traceless Extension Charm. It can expand a small space into a larger one, making it easier to carry things. Of course, most wizards don’t like to use it. It’s convenient, but it also has a big drawback. If the pocket is damaged, everything inside will fall out.”
Hermione’s eyes widened, and she felt that magic was indeed amazing.
“What do you want to eat? Choose for yourself.”
“You choose.”
After picking out some food and taking a few bottles of juice, the two left.
“Let’s go. Let’s have a picnic.”
I saw many students who didn’t have classes along the way.
Because the classes for grades one to seven are all taught by the same teachers, and teachers can only teach one grade at a time, there are many students who don’t have classes and are free to move around in school, doing homework or playing Quidditch on the playground…
Little Tom took Hermione to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, took out the picnic tablecloth, and started eating directly.
Although it’s already afternoon, it doesn’t matter.
“Thank you for comforting me.” Hermione said, “I’m much better.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Hermione just thought little Tom was too gentle and said, “Actually, I can’t teach my friends in the dormitory either. I always study alone. Sometimes I want to chat with everyone, but I only know how to study and don’t know what to talk to them about.”
“We can talk about studying.”
“I don’t want them to hate me more. I don’t want them to think I’m a nerd.” Hermione shook her head.
“Don’t mind it so much,” Little Tom said. “If you can talk, then talk. If you can’t, then don’t talk. There’s no need to accommodate others.”
Hermione said, “Don’t you feel bad? No one recognizes you. Everyone says you are a spy sent by Slytherin.”
“That’s the Sorting Hat’s decision. Since it thinks I can go into Gryffindor, it’s fine. I don’t care what they say.”
“But your cousin is Draco Malfoy, a rival of Gryffindor.”
“My aunt and uncle were also very sad when they found out I was in Gryffindor. They both wanted me to be a Slytherin. But I don’t care. Regardless of which house I’m in, the teachers are the same and the knowledge I learn is the same. I come to school to learn, not to quarrel.” Little Tom said calmly, “I just hope to get permission to enter the Restricted Section as soon as possible so that I can further learn non-standard spells.”
“You’re so strong.”
Little Tom said, “It’s just that my interests are different from others. I hope to make more non-standard spells shine, otherwise they are too pitiful.”
“Poor curse?”
“Yes, spells were spells from the beginning. But after the establishment of the International Confederation of Wizards, standard spells were gradually promoted. Now wizards only know standard spells, and non-standard spells have been forgotten. Every spell is discovered with great difficulty. It would be a pity if it were forgotten, and it would be a shame for the wizards who developed the spells.”
Hermione suddenly felt that little Tom’s ideal was great. Other students were just thinking about eating, drinking and having fun, but little Tom already had a clear ideal – to protect non-standard spells.
“That’s amazing.”
“It’s just a personal interest,” said Little Tom.
The two talked and laughed until the moon rose, then they cleaned up the table and prepared to return to the castle.
The castle was very quiet. Hermione said, “They must be having a Halloween party in the Great Hall. There must be lots of pumpkins and bats in the Great Hall. There is a chapter about Halloween in ‘A History of Hogwarts’.”
“Something’s wrong,” said Little Tom. “Do you smell it?”
Hermione sniffed and frowned, saying, “It’s not the scent of pumpkin, it smells like the sewer. Could it be that the sewer is clogged? The girls’ bathroom is often clogged.”
The pumpkin scent that had been wafting in the air since early morning disappeared, replaced instead by a foul smell like sewer.
“Roar, roar, roar…” The shadow of the troll emerged from the corner.
Hermione saw the house-elves and the trolls today, and she felt that the wizarding world was so magical. She couldn’t help but say, “This is a troll. I’ve seen it in books.”
A three-meter-tall, stone-like giant walked in front of the two. The smell of sewage emanated from his body, which was so pungent that it made people cry.
“Why is there a troll?” Hermione said in surprise.
“From the smell on him, I know he must have crawled in from the sewer.” Little Tom said, “You step back.” He drew out his wand and prepared to fight.
“Little Tom, Hermione, be careful of the troll.” Harry shouted, and then saw the troll right in front.
Ron shouted, “Troll—!”
“Why are you here?” Hermione asked.
“We were worried about you, so we came to look for you. Professor Quirrell just rushed into the hall saying there was a troll. Ron and I were worried you two didn’t know, so we came to look for you. Now the other students have gone back to the dorms, and the professor will be here soon.”
Little Tom said, “It’s too late. The bravest will prevail in a narrow road. We must capture the troll, draw our wands, and prepare for battle!”
Harry and Ron hurriedly drew their wands, not knowing what to do.
Ron asked, “We haven’t learned any fighting spells.”
“Use your imagination. The troll isn’t a very difficult opponent. It’s bulky, incompetent, and slow-moving. Besides being a bit stronger, it doesn’t have any special abilities,” Little Tom said. “Just use the spells we’ve already learned.”
“Levitation Charm?” Ron thought of the spell he had learned today.
Hermione also said immediately: “If we take the stick from the troll’s hand and use the Levitation Charm to control the weapon, we can knock him out.”
“I will be responsible for seizing the weapons, and you will be responsible for attacking with the Levitation Spell.” said Little Tom.
The giant monster approached with great oppression, and the little wizard in front of him was just a snack in his eyes.
Little Tom stood in front, facing the troll, and said, “Expelliarmus!”
The magic hit the troll accurately, and the stick in his hand flew out of his hand.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” Hermione was a little nervous and didn’t pronounce it correctly.
Ron added, “Wingardium Leviosa.” The stick immediately began to float.
Harry said, “Ron, go hit him on the head.”
Ron was difficult to control.
“Harry, help quickly.” Little Tom said, “The two of us will attract the troll’s attention on the left and right. Use any method to create an opportunity for Ron.”
“Okay.” Harry was very brave and rushed forward and shouted, “Troll, look here.”
Chapter 13 Quidditch (Old Edition)
Ron tried hard to control the troll’s stick, while Hermione was in charge of reminding him: “You can do it, just wave it and shake it, you can control it.”
Ron blushed and took aim.
Because of the harassment from the two boys, the troll stood still, turning his head left and right, not knowing who to catch.
Bang.
The huge stick fell, hitting the troll so hard that it staggered and fainted in the corridor.
The professors then arrived and saw four freshmen and the unconscious giant monster.
Professor McGonagall said in panic: “Why didn’t you four go back to the dormitory? Do you know this is very dangerous?” She was the head of Gryffindor and had to be responsible.
Little Tom said, “This is my fault. I dragged Hermione away from the dinner, and we met the troll on our way back. Harry and Ron found out we were missing, so they came looking for us. I shouldn’t have skipped the dinner.”
“Gryffindor will be deducted 5 points for your recklessness.” Professor McGonagall deducted points from the house.
The principal asked, “Could you please tell me why the troll fainted here? I hope he didn’t fall asleep on his own.”
The principal is quite humorous.
Little Tom felt like he was being watched, and the principal suspected him of doing something.
“The four of us worked together and used the levitation spell to knock the troll unconscious.” Little Tom said, and the other three nodded, indicating that they were indeed cooperating.
The headmaster said, “It turned out to be a levitation spell. The troll was knocked unconscious by his own weapon.”
Professor McGonagall said nervously, “You shouldn’t be so reckless. This troll is like a mountain. You will get hurt.”
Actually, it’s not a big deal, because the troll only has physical attacks, and the wizard has high physical defense, so the club can’t kill him. But the child doesn’t know the seriousness of the matter, so I still need to criticize him.
The headmaster smiled. “Although it’s reckless, few first years would be able to take on a fully grown troll. I think they worked together very well and should earn Gryffindor ten points. Now let’s get them back to Gryffindor castle.”
Professor McGonagall nodded, “You four can go.”
The four of them hurried towards the dormitory. Ron said excitedly, “We should have won by more than 10 points.”
“Only five points, and we were deducted five points.” Harry said.
Little Tom said, “Thank you and Ron for coming this time. We may not be able to deal with the troll alone.”
Hermione also whispered, “Thank you.”
When we returned to the dormitory, we found that the house elves had delivered food to the common room. Everyone was feasting on it, with food all over the place.
Fortunately, cleaning is also the job of the house-elves, so students don’t have to worry about it.
“I was worried there would be nothing to eat. Come on, Harry,” said Ron.
Harry looked at Hermione and Little Tom and said, “Come together?”
Although I can’t eat anymore, I can have some drinks.
After entering November, the temperature dropped sharply, the forbidden forest was covered with heavy fog, and dew and frost began to appear.
But the low temperature cannot affect the students’ enthusiasm. After changing into winter clothes, everyone is ready to devote themselves to this year’s Quidditch season.
Planet Six was the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match, and Harry was very nervous. Fortunately, with the help of Hermione and Tom, he could finish his homework quickly and get more time for training.
Snape was injured and limping.
Harry thought it was because Snape had done something bad, and he told his three friends, “I saw Snape’s legs were bloody and mangled. Do you know what that means?”
“What?” Ron asked.
“He must have put the troll there on Halloween to draw everyone’s attention. I’ll bet my broomstick that he went to the right corridor on the fourth floor while the professors were looking for the troll.”
Little Tom said, “You’re not allowed to enter that place. Have you ever been there?”
Harry told her how he and Ron got lost, met Hermione, and mistakenly walked into the corridor.
“So you went in, what’s in there?” asked Little Tom.
Ron danced around and said, “It’s a huge dog with three heads.”
Hermione nodded as well, proving that Ron was right.
Harry added, “There was a trapdoor under the dog’s feet. The dog was protecting something, and Snape was trying to get to it, but he must have failed.”
Little Tom thought that if Harry really gambled with his broom, he would lose all his broom. He was very prejudiced against Slytherins and did not know Snape well enough.
Hermione also disagreed with Harry and said, “He’s a professor, he wouldn’t steal something that’s so closely guarded by the headmaster.”
Ron retorted, “Hermione, you always think all teachers are saints. I agree with Harry, Snape is capable of anything. But what is he looking for? What is that scary big dog guarding?”
No one knows this.
Hermione was unhappy, but she knew Harry and Ron were in cahoots, so she turned to little Tom and said, “Do you think Professor Snape would do that?”
“Harry, Ron, you think Professor Snape is a bad guy, but I can’t be sure of that. What I can be sure of is that he is definitely not a fool. Not only is he not a fool, but he is also a superb potion wizard. If he wanted to deal with the big dog, he would definitely use a potion, maybe to make the big dog fall asleep, instead of fighting a wakeful big dog with his hands full.”
“What you said seems to make sense,” Ron said.
Hermione also thought it made sense and said, “So the professor’s injury doesn’t prove that he did anything bad. Even if he really wanted to do something bad, he should have been smarter.”
Due to insufficient information, there is no way to know what the situation is.
Saturday arrived soon and the competition officially started at eleven o’clock.
Everyone was very enthusiastic, as this was the favorite sport of wizards around the world. Little Tom was also standing on the highest level of the audience, where the view was the best.
The freshmen had written a banner on an old bed sheet, saying ‘Potter Must Win’ and drawing a lion. Hermione had used magic to make the lion and the words glow.
While there was thunderous cheering outside, Harry in the locker room was very nervous, worried that he could not help everyone win.
He was the seeker and the main target of the opponent’s defense. Moreover, all the opponents were seniors. He was just a freshman who had just started flying for about a month, so he was really nervous.
Captain Wood said: “Boys and girls, it’s time.”
Ron’s twin brother, who is also on the team, said: “We’ve been waiting for this moment.”
Wood said: “This is the best team Gryffindor has had in many years. We will win, I know. If we don’t win, you will suffer. I will train you until you lie down.” Obviously he had no confidence.
Madam Hooch was the referee, she blew the whistle and the game began.
The Quaffles and Bludgers flew straight into the air, and seven players from each team took off to compete.
“This is going to be an exciting game.” The commentary has begun.
Passing, stealing, defending, attacking…
Dazzling.
The audience cheered and cheered for the players.
Gamekeeper Hagrid was looking for Harry with a telescope and saw Harry moving on the edge, as if the fierce competition had nothing to do with him.
But Harry was not distracted and focused on finding the Golden Snitch, because catching the Golden Snitch would mean the end of the game and he would get 150 points.
Harry had to concentrate completely to see every corner of the field. Finally, he noticed a flash of golden light and sprang into action almost immediately.
He was very fast and caught up with him in a flash.
The golden ball has transparent wings and flies very fast.
The Slytherin Seeker also noticed Harry’s movement and immediately rushed over. As an older year, he was heavier and could easily use his weight to knock Harry off balance.
This was also Harry’s first time participating in the competition and he had no experience, but he was very determined and would never give up until the very end.
Keep chasing.
But suddenly he started swinging wildly like a rock musician, swaying back and forth in place.
Chapter 14 Father and Son (Old Version)
Hagrid saw Harry swaying back and forth through the telescope and said curiously, “If I didn’t know Harry’s flying talent, I would definitely think he had lost control of his broom.”
Ron said, “Could it be that his Nimbus 2000 malfunctioned due to the collision just now?”
Hagrid denied it. “Impossible. Nothing can interfere with a flying broom except dark magic. A Slytherin student couldn’t use such magic on Nimbus 2000.”
Ron looked at his friend worriedly. The Gryffindor students were also confused as to why.
Hermione suddenly took the telescope, looked towards the Slytherin seats, and saw Snape staring at Harry Potter.
She said, “It’s Snape who’s doing this.” This time she couldn’t speak up for the professor, because he was mumbling, “He’s hexing the broom.”
Hermione immediately took action to cause trouble for Snape.
Little Tom knew it wasn’t Snape, but Professor Quirrell below him. He frowned as he looked at Professor Quirrell sitting next to his sister Delphine. The distance was very close, and his sister must have been able to hear Professor Quirrell chanting.
“Could it be that he has come into contact with my sister?” This is the man she has to face, the father of this body, the pure-blooded monarch – the Dark Lord.
Hermione made her way through the crowd, bumping into Delphic and Professor Quirrell, and quietly set fire to Snape’s robes.
When Snape discovered it, he quickly stood up to put out the fire, and Harry returned to normal.
“Harry’s back to normal,” said Hagrid happily.
But little Tom didn’t look up. Instead, he looked at his sister who was supporting Professor Quirrell, and he became more and more suspicious that she already knew that there was someone behind Professor Quirrell.
“Is it because my sister is a Slytherin and I am a Gryffindor, so the Dark Lord doesn’t trust me?” Little Tom thought, maybe he should talk to his sister.
“Poor Harry, he fell down.”
Harry fell to the ground and seemed to be vomiting, but ended up vomiting a Golden Snitch.
“It’s Harry Potter, he caught the Golden Snitch. Gryffindor wins!”
“Harry Potter, Harry Potter–” everyone cheered.
Harry was still confused, but he laughed when he heard the cheers. The team members came over to celebrate and surrounded him.
“The game is over, Gryffindor wins.”
He caught the Golden Snitch in his first competition. He is truly gifted.
Delphic helped Professor Quirrell leave. Although other students disliked the smell of garlic on him, Delphic was not afraid.
It is said that this is because Professor Quirrell encountered a vampire and used garlic to drive away the vampire.
In fact, it was to cover up the foul smell on his body. Voldemort was living in his body, emitting a foul smell.
“Sister.” Little Tom left the stadium first and waited on the way back to the castle.
“Brother.” Delphi saw her brother and hesitated to speak. There was a smile on her face as if she had good news to tell him, but she finally looked at the professor and said nothing.
“Oh, little Tom, what’s the matter?” said Professor Quirrell.
“Professor, it was you who caused Harry Potter’s broom to lose control just now. Why?” asked little Tom.
“Don’t talk nonsense. I didn’t do that. I didn’t.” Professor Quirrell denied guiltily.
“I saw it all. Sister, you were sitting next to the professor just now, so you must have heard it too. I said that I would leave Harry Potter to me, and you don’t need to help me.”
Delphi hesitated to speak, she really wanted to tell her brother that their old father was at the back of Quirrell’s head, but she had promised her father to keep it a secret, so she couldn’t even tell her brother.
Professor Quirrell was also very helpless. They had clearly agreed to keep it a secret, but he didn’t expect little Tom to find out. He admired him very much, thinking that he was worthy of being the master’s child and was as smart as his master.
Voldemort heard it clearly and was somewhat happy, but he was still dissatisfied when he thought his son was a Gryffindor. But then he thought that his son chose Gryffindor for Harry Potter, and perhaps he was too strict with him.
The Dark Lord hadn’t expected that he would have two children. He and Bella had more of a superior-subordinate relationship, and he hadn’t expected them to have children.
But since it has become a reality, he can only accept it.
“As expected of my child,” a voice came from behind Professor Quirrell’s head. “Let’s talk in seclusion.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Brother, don’t worry, there will be answers to everything.” Delphi was very happy to hear his father speak, and asked his brother to be patient.
The three of them went towards the Forbidden Forest and walked in. There were only animals and horses, no people.
“Quirrel, turn around.”
“Yes, Master.” Quirrell took off his turban, and behind his bald head was a human face.
Delphi said happily, “Brother, this is our father, the great Dark Lord. He is still alive.”
“Father?” Little Tom said with a look of disbelief on his face, “Sister, don’t be fooled. What evidence does he have?”
“Don’t you feel it? Our magic is the same.” Delphi said.
Voldemort was not angry. He just thought it was good that the 11-year-old child was so alert. He was more stable and intelligent than ordinary people.
Voldemort said directly: “I am your father, there is no doubt about that. I can feel the noble blood in your body.”
“Parseltongue?” Little Tom discovered that the other party was speaking to him in Parseltongue, so he also responded in Parseltongue.
“This is proof, brother.” Delphi also spoke in Parseltongue. “Only pure blood can converse with snakes.”
All three of them knew Parseltongue, a rare blood magic.
“Are you really our father?”
“Yes, young Tom Riddle, I am your father,” said Voldemort.
Little Tom said, “They all said you were dead.”
“I was hit by my own Killing Curse and almost died. But I am the Dark Lord, even the Killing Curse cannot kill me. It’s just that I have no body now and I am very weak. But fortunately, I met Quirrell.”
“Father, are you here for revenge? I can help you.” Little Tom said immediately.
“Revenge is just a small matter. As long as I can get my body back, little Harry Potter will not be a problem at all. The most important thing now is the Resurrection Stone.”
“Nicolas Flamel’s Resurrection Stone? The one that’s said to turn everything into gold and grant immortality?” Little Tom asked knowingly.
“My child, Lucius has trained you well. You are more knowledgeable than your peers. Yes, it was Nicolas Flamel’s Philosopher’s Stone. He and Dumbledore were friends, so he gave him a piece of the stone. And Dumbledore, as the headmaster, obviously believed that the school was safer than the vault at Gringotts.”
“The Resurrection Stone is in the school?”
“Yes, it was kept in the school at the beginning of the term.” Voldemort said: “I must obtain the Philosopher’s Stone and regain a body, otherwise I cannot return.”
“Dad, let us help you.” Little Tom said immediately.
“You are students, and you are too conspicuous. Dumbledore will keep an eye on you. It is more convenient for Quirrell to steal the Philosopher’s Stone. All you have to do is hide. When I return, you can take over Hogwarts.”
“Okay.” Little Tom thought that his father was still afraid of Dumbledore, and was also worried that his son would not act carefully and alert the enemy.
“My children, do not be anxious. Just wait for my lightning-fast return. I will let the whole world know that you are my children, the prince and princess of the wizarding world.” Voldemort said, “Be patient.”
“That’s what my uncle taught us too. We need to be patient and keep a low profile.”
“Lucius is right. When I return, I will definitely credit him for his contribution.” Voldemort said, “Well, now you should go back first and don’t arouse anyone’s suspicion.”
“Yes, father.” The brother and sister said in unison.
The two left.
Delphi noticed that her brother was silent and asked, “Aren’t you happy to see your father?”
“It breaks my heart to see my father like this,” Little Tom said pretentiously, “He was a great Dark Lord and shouldn’t have ended up like this.”
Delphi sympathized and said, “Yeah, it hurts me too to see my father like this.”
The brother and sister observed a moment of silence.
Chapter 15 Holiday (Old Version)
“Sister, how do you know about father?”
“Professor Quirrell came to me and told me that,” Delphic said. “Don’t be angry. Father has no problem with you, but…”
“Is it just that I got into Gryffindor that he’s unhappy about it?”
“Yes, he really doesn’t want his children to enter Gryffindor. Only Slytherin can show the nobility of bloodline. But father can definitely understand your desire for revenge. You are close to Harry Potter for a reason, and he will understand. When we control Hogwarts, you can return to Slytherin.” Delphi said.
Little Tom nodded and said, “Let’s go back and don’t let the classmates think it’s suspicious.”
Professor Quirrell didn’t understand and asked, “Master, I think the young master is very smart, why don’t you let him help?”
“Dumbledore must know about my relationship with them and will keep a close eye on them, so it’s best to keep your distance.” Voldemort was worried about Dumbledore and said, “Deal with the guard dog as soon as possible and find a way to make it docile. Don’t let me down.”
“Master, I won’t let you down. I’ve already found out what Hagrid likes. Now I’m going to find a dragon egg. I’m sure I can get the secret out of him,” said Professor Quirrell.
“very good.”
Dumbledore placed the Philosopher’s Stone in the school and asked each teacher to arrange a spell to protect the Resurrection Stone.
However, these defensive measures are all for first-year students, and it is hard not to suspect that they were deliberately designed by the headmaster just to train Harry Potter.
Even if Harry Potter used second-grade knowledge, he would not be able to pass the test.
Such a simple magic, is it to protect the Philosopher’s Stone, or not to protect the Philosopher’s Stone?
Little Tom believed that the strongest line of defense against the Philosopher’s Stone was the Mirror of Erised, the headmaster’s masterpiece, which exploited Voldemort’s psychology, allowing him to see the Stone but not to retrieve it.
The defensive methods taught by other professors seemed to be used for training Harry Potter.
“Dumbledore must be very confident in the Mirror of Erised, and the prophecy also says that only one of Voldemort and the child born at the end of July can survive. So Harry Potter will have to fight Voldemort sooner or later, and it is indeed necessary to train in advance.” Little Tom believed that the Resurrection Stone was a bait put out by Dumbledore to lure Voldemort into the school and train Harry Potter at the same time.
Dumbledore is a man who can still move between the human world and hell after his sacrifice. He should never be underestimated.
Little Tom knew that his father was also afraid of Dumbledore, but the prophecy said that he would not be defeated by Dumbledore, but would be irreconcilable with the child born at the end of July.
“If he hadn’t heard the prophecy, he wouldn’t have gone looking for the child born at the end of July, he wouldn’t have met Harry Potter, and he wouldn’t have been rebounded by the Killing Curse.” Little Tom said, “Was the prophecy fulfilled because he heard it, or would it have fulfilled regardless of whether he heard it or not?”
If Voldemort did nothing, would his own Killing Curse still rebound? Little Tom was very curious, as it seemed that the two prophecies in the story were both fulfilled by the people who heard them.
“Feudal superstition kills people.” Little Tom thinks that one doesn’t need to be too positive when hearing prophecies. Being too positive may actually make the prophecy come true.
In the Gryffindor common room, everyone drank three cups to congratulate Harry Potter on his first victory in his life.
“Although the action is not very cool, just like vomiting, but we still won. Cheers to Harry Potter!” The seniors were very happy.
Little Tom also joined in the celebration.
After that, classes still had to be attended, and Harry kept wondering what was hidden in the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor.
It wasn’t really his business, but he felt he should investigate. He was worried Snape might steal the item, even though it had nothing to do with him.
This is a strong sense of ownership. School things are your own things, and you must protect them.
Even though the school has Dumbledore, professors, and senior students, and there are so many outstanding wizards in the school, Harry Potter still thinks that he should do his part.
He heard the name Nicolas Flamel from Hagrid and knew that the thing was related to Nicolas Flamel. He seemed to have heard of this name, but he couldn’t remember it for a while.
Actually, it was on the train at the beginning of the school year. It was mentioned on the wizard cards that Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel were good friends.
“Looking for Nicolas Flamel? Why not ask the professor?” Little Tom heard them discussing Nicolas Flamel and asked them to ask the professor.
“We can’t take any chances,” said Harry.
“What risks can’t be taken?”
“The risk of Snape finding out,” said Harry.
Little Tom was speechless as he watched Harry and Snape battle wits and courage through the air. He said, “Actually, I’ve had a question from the beginning. What does the three-headed dog have to do with us freshmen? Since the headmaster has already arranged a three-headed dog, there may be other defensive measures. We can rest assured.”
After hearing what little Tom said, Hermione came back to her senses and said, “Indeed, since the principal left the things in school, he would definitely take good precautions.”
Harry said, “But even the vault at Gringotts was invaded. Whoever they are, they are very powerful. And with Snape as an insider, the headmaster’s defenses may have been breached by them.”
Little Tom said, “If they are so good, what can we freshmen do?”
Harry didn’t know how to answer. He just didn’t want Voldemort to succeed, but he didn’t consider that he was just a freshman.
Ron said: “Harry is the Boy-Who-Lived and the nemesis of You-Know-Who. There are things that must be done by him.”
Harry thought it made sense and said, “My parents were killed by Voldemort…”
Ron was terrified at the mention of Voldemort, and so was Hermione. Hermione had only been in the wizarding world for six months, and she was actively trying to integrate herself, even daring to utter the name.
“I’m talking about You-Know-Who,” Harry said. “You-Know-Who is my enemy. If Snape works for You-Know-Who, I absolutely cannot let him succeed. Perhaps the headmaster has made proper arrangements, but I also want to do my part.”
“Okay.” Little Tom thought to himself that Harry Potter was Harry Potter, full of action, and said, “Then let’s go to the library to check.”
When I checked, it was Christmas holiday.
Christmas is a holiday. You can go home to celebrate Christmas or stay in school.
Harry Potter would definitely not return to that cold relative’s house. Although it was his aunt and uncle’s home, he could not feel the warmth.
Ron wasn’t going home either.
“Little Tom, are you going home?” Hermione asked.
“Going home.” said little Tom.
“Then let’s go together. It’s a long way to the station.”
Little Tom thought that his sister would definitely not be happy to see Hermione. She was a supporter of pure blood and completely looked down on wizards with impure blood.
But he still said, “Okay, let’s go together.” Before leaving, he said to Harry, “Don’t forget to accept my gift.”
“Thank you very much.” Harry didn’t know what to say and was very touched.
They entered the school by boat, but left the school not by boat, but by horse-drawn carriages that could move on their own.
In fact, this is a carriage pulled by the Thestrals, but people who have never seen death cannot see the Thestrals, and the students just thought it was an unmanned carriage.
Delphi frowned when she saw her brother and Hermione walking together.
Malfoy said with disdain: “After half a year of living in Gryffindor, perhaps he has forgotten the nobility of his blood.”
They walked over.
As soon as Hermione saw Slytherin coming, she remembered that little Tom was a relative of the Malfoy family.
“Little Tom, I’d better go on my own,” said Hermione.
“Yes, go away. People like you are not worthy of being our friends.” Malfoy said contemptuously.
Hermione felt a little uncomfortable and said, “Whether a person is worthy of making friends should not be judged by his bloodline, but by his behavior.” After that, she left with red eyes.
Chapter 16 Criticism (Old Edition)
Little Tom looked at his cousin helplessly and said, “Hermione’s grades are excellent, her magic is very solid, and she has surpassed her peers. Why are you so mean?”
“You’re infiltrating Gryffindor. You’re a Slytherin at heart. Never forget that. Your parents will definitely be disappointed if you’re assimilated by those self-indulgent people in Gryffindor.”
Little Tom said, “Don’t be so serious.”
“This is about noble blood. Don’t forget those who have been expelled from the family.” Draco said, “I know that my mother actually has a younger sister. She was expelled from the family because she married a Muggle-born wizard. You must never fall into depravity.”
“Okay, let’s go home or we’ll miss the train.”
Delphic said, “You’d better change into your Gryffindor uniform and not upset your aunt and uncle.”
“I’ll listen to you.” Little Tom thought that the discrimination among wizards was really too serious.
I took a carriage to the station. Since I was just on vacation, I didn’t bring any luggage, just some homework.
Little Tom was reading a book in the box. It was a book about oracle bone inscriptions.
Chiseled script, hieroglyphic script, oracle bone script, Mayan script, Indian script, and Aegean script are the six major ancient scripts studied by Muggles.
Older and more obscure than runes.
“Aren’t you bored? What’s the point of these Muggle books?” Draco asked.
“This is the origin of mankind, and it is a common language used by wizards and Muggles. Unfortunately, no pronunciation has been left. Spells require pronunciation. If I can understand the pronunciation of ancient characters and combine it with their meaning, perhaps I can restore the original appearance of magic.” Little Tom said.
“Not interested.”
Little Tom thought that his cousin really had no spirit of study.
Delphi asked, “What’s the use? I think the most important thing about a spell is bloodline, not the spell itself. The original spell must have been inherited through bloodline.”
“This is a blood curse,” Little Tom said. “Only curses related to beast transformation are easily passed down through blood. Not all curses are hereditary. Most curses require written language, but unfortunately, written language can’t convey pronunciation, and pronunciation is what matters most. In Indian mythology, all things came into being when the universe uttered the first syllable, ‘Om.'”
“That’s just a Muggle fantasy,” Draco said. “They don’t even have magical powers, so how can they understand the universe?”
“In ancient times, wizards and Muggles were not so isolated. Wizards were the leaders and enlighteners of Muggles. Perhaps these myths are stories about wizards teaching Muggles to be civilized, and they contain the wisdom of ancient wizards.” Little Tom said.
“I really don’t understand you,” Draco said.
Little Tom laughed and said, “If I don’t explore those unknown powers, won’t I end up like you, cousin? Your academic performance in school isn’t very good, you need to work harder.”
Draco was speechless.
I read all the way back to King’s Cross Station.
Lucius and Narcissa were already waiting, and upon seeing the three children, Narcissa immediately came over to hug them.
“Mom, I missed you so much.” Draco said coquettishly.
“My dear, I missed you too.” Narcissa said, “Come here, let me see if you have grown taller.”
They all grew taller.
“Let’s talk about it when we get back.” Lucius said.
We still took the carriage and returned to the manor when it was dark, just in time for dinner.
After dinner, Lucius said with a straight face, “Little Tom, come to my study for a moment.”
“It must be about the Sorting,” said Draco.
Delphi whispered, “Don’t tell your uncle about what happened to your father at school. He said we should keep a low profile.”
Entering the study, Lucius stood in front of the portrait of his ancestor.
The portraits of the ancestors were all staring at little Tom, obviously wanting a trial.
A portrait of an elderly noble said, “Since the first generation of Malfoys who entered Hogwarts, no student has ever been admitted to Gryffindor. Every student is a Slytherin. Although your last name is not Malfoy, you received a Malfoy education. How can you go to Gryffindor?”
“Guilty, guilty.”
“It must be punished severely.”
Portraits of men and women were filled with indignation.
After the portrait had vented its anger, Lucius said, “Although I understand that you chose Gryffindor in order to be close to Harry Potter, it is indeed a shame. You shouldn’t have acted on your own and should have informed me in advance.”
“It was during the Sorting Ceremony that I learned that I could choose my own house, rather than it being decided by the Sorting Hat,” Little Tom said. “At that time, I was only thinking about avenging my father, so I made the decision. I was wrong not to discuss it with my uncle.”
“lie.”
“fraud.”
“filthy!”
The portrait refused to give in, but Lucius had already forgiven little Tom, because he had raised little Tom bit by bit, and he thought he had done a good job of educating him.
If little Tom could ascend the throne and become the Dark Lord, his own status would also rise, and he would become the master of a country.
He believed that he had trained little Tom into a pure-blood Death Eater, but in order to prevent little Tom from acting on his own in the future, he still had to teach him a lesson.
So he let the portrait criticize him so that his nephew could learn a lesson. The bad guy was the portrait, and the good guy was himself.
After scolding him for a while, Lucius said, “Quiet, I think little Tom is doing this for his father. If it were you, you would definitely do the same.”
“It’s all right, little Tom, go and have some rest,” he said kindly.
“Thank you, uncle.”
Little Tom thought these portraits were really noisy, and he would burn them sooner or later. Then he went back to his room and went to sleep.
Wait until Christmas and everyone opens presents together.
I didn’t have any expectations, after all, I had everything I needed. But the gifts from my uncle and aunt were not cheap.
“I want a brand new broom. Even if it’s not a Nimbus 2000, it should be the latest Comet model.” Draco made a wish.
But it certainly wouldn’t be something this dangerous.
The gifts for the three of them were the same. When they opened them, they turned out to be signed Quidditch posters.
This autograph isn’t cheap.
“I like it very much.” Little Tom said, “I will treasure it well.”
Draco also said happily: “Signatures of the Scottish team’s all-stars? Goyle and Crabbe will definitely be envious. Thanks, Dad.” “This is much more expensive than a broom.” Lucius said.
I had a very happy Christmas.
Harry was also very happy. He received a sweater from Ron’s mother, a study kit from Hermione, a broom maintenance kit from little Tom, and an invisibility cloak from a mysterious man.
It’s the first time I received so many gifts at Christmas. I’m so happy.
The invisibility cloak originally belonged to Harry’s father and had been kept by Dumbledore until it was returned to Harry Potter. Apparently, Dumbledore was also encouraging Harry Potter to break the school rules more often and not to stand still.
Dumbledore knew that Voldemort was not dead and a new storm was coming, so he had to train Harry Potter as soon as possible. The headmaster also believed in the prophecy.
As one of the most powerful wizards in the world, Dumbledore knew that wizards knew very little about the world, and that fate existed and he had to believe in it.
So he had to train Harry Potter and make sure he was prepared. No one knew when Voldemort would come back, but he knew Voldemort would never give up.
Voldemort has mastered many dangerous magics and may even have the ability to bring the dead back to life.
Dumbledore also spent Christmas at school, relaxing. He had been watching Harry Potter and young Tom Riddle, and found Harry Potter to be quite normal, an impulsive child who acted before thinking.
Young Tom Riddle, on the other hand, had an unfathomable air, not at all like a child. He read very complicated books and even said he wanted to learn non-standard spells.
Standard spells and non-standard spells are decided by the International Confederation of Wizards. Even if Asian wizards do not focus on studying “Standard Spells”, they will take it as an elective.
It was strange that little Tom started studying this kind of thing at such a young age. He seemed to be more eager for power than his father Voldemort. Voldemort also started exploring the dark arts after he was in high school, but little Tom was already exploring it in his first grade.
Nonstandard spells are not Dark Magic, but Dark Magic is certainly Nonstandard Spells.
The principal couldn’t see through it and could only continue to observe. At present, it seems that little Tom has no ill will towards Harry Potter.
Chapter 17: The Mystery of Magic (Old Version)
Harry Potter wants to find information about Nicolas Flamel and enter the Restricted Section.
The restricted area of the library can only be entered with the teacher’s permission. It is full of non-standard spells and many dangerous books.
A wizard’s book can also gain wisdom, which can become dangerous.
Such dangerous books are found in the restricted section.
Harry Potter obtained the invisibility cloak and was able to sneak into the restricted area on the Internet to look for information.
However, there were a large number of books in the banned section, and there was no computer search, so trying to find information about Nicolas Flamel was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
He couldn’t find Nicolas Flamel, but accidentally saw the Mirror of Erised.
In order to avoid the night watchman Filch, Harry Potter hid in an empty classroom. There was a huge mirror in the classroom. When he got close to it, he could see what he wanted to see in the mirror.
Harry saw his parents and went back to share it with Ron. But Ron did not see Harry’s parents, but saw himself becoming the Quidditch captain, respected by everyone.
Different people can see different pictures, this is the magic mirror.
If Voldemort stood in front of the mirror, his desire for resurrection would make him see the Resurrection Stone. But the Resurrection Stone was in the mirror and could not be reached.
Just like Harry sees his parents in the mirror, but his parents don’t walk out of the mirror.
He can see it but can’t get it. The headmaster is also very mean and deliberately makes Voldemort scratch his head.
Compared to Harry, Tom’s Christmas holiday was much calmer. He just rested at home, was dragged by his cousin to play Quidditch in the yard, and then enjoyed delicious food, did homework, read, and waited for school to start.
The vacation is over and I board the train again to go back to school to start the second half of the first grade.
After returning to school, little Tom soon discovered that Hermione had become much more distant from him. It was obvious that the issue of her bloodline had caused her to feel resentful.
This kind of thing can only be alleviated with time.
“Unfortunately, I didn’t find any information.” Harry said ashamedly. He had gained nothing during the entire Christmas holiday.
“Without clear clues, finding information about Nicolas Flamel in the library is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Never mind,” Little Tom said. “This incident exposes the shortcomings of the Hogwarts Library. If there were a computer that could record all the books, all we would have to do is search for keywords.”
“What’s a computer?” Ron asked.
Harry said, “It’s a Muggle machine used to store information. I’ve only seen it on TV. Little Tom, how do you know about computers?”
Hermione also looked at little Tom strangely. According to her understanding, Muggles knew nothing about wizards, and wizards knew completely different things about Muggles.
The girls in the dormitory often asked curiously about the Muggle items I brought with me. They had never seen them before and didn’t recognize them. They had never even seen daily necessities, let alone computers.
Few Muggles can afford computers these days, let alone wizards.
Little Tom said, “If Muggles have good things, I will also understand them. Of course, I will understand them quietly. I can’t be left behind by the times.”
“Well,” said Harry, “it’s a pity there are no computers right now.”
“Then just keep looking for it,” said Little Tom. “You’ll find it.”
I can only look for it slowly. After all, wizards are slow-paced, unlike Muggles who pursue efficiency.
Personal computers had been around for fifteen years, and laptops had been around for five. It was 1991, and computers could already process images.
If all the magic books could be entered into the computer, the contents could be quickly searched.
Unfortunately, wizards’ magic can affect electronic products. For example, Dumbledore’s “Deluminator” can even absorb the light from electric lamps.
Apparently, both light and heat can be manipulated by wizards, and first-year wizards can even create flames through magic. For example, when the weather gets cold and the school lacks heating, with only the lounge having a fireplace, students often create a simple thermos. This involves creating a magical flame in a glass bottle, which can then be used to keep warm.
“Wizards can even control electricity.” Little Tom could only say that magic was really amazing and could control anything.
He thought that magic could create something out of nothing, transform matter and energy, reverse entropy, and create consciousness…
It’s almost like divine power. It feels like whatever God can do, wizards can do too.
For example, turning water into wine, magnifying grain, giving life, reconciling lovers, and curing various diseases…
What appears to be a miracle to a Muggle can be achieved by a wizard with just the wave of a wand.
The Ministry of Magic’s Muggle Artifacts Department often has to deal with the trouble of wizards giving Muggle objects life, such as turning a teapot into a vicious dog that chases and bites its owner, or transforming a car into a speeding car with its own temper.
Muggle items can easily be transformed by wizards into other things, making inanimate objects alive and even giving them some strange abilities.
Although wizards are so magical, some things are still inconvenient, such as finding information.
Muggles have started to rely on computers, but wizards still need to read books.
“I wonder if I can use Transfiguration to create a computer?” Little Tom thought that wizards can create many things, such as snakes, birds, flowers, sleeping bags, etc. Life is more complicated than computers.
After all, computers are just parts and software, while snakes and birds are creatures with a certain degree of intelligence.
“A wizard may not know more about snakes and birds than a doctor, but as long as they learn the spell, they can make them appear by waving a wand. They can even exist forever and require a spell to be eliminated. So it seems that it is not impossible to create a computer.” His thoughts diverged.
“Flocks of birds!” He waved his wand, and a flock of birds flew out of the wand. Little Tom didn’t understand the reason, but he did create life. The birds flew away from the window, just like real birds.
“Computer out.”
Boom, a bolt of lightning came out of the wand, leaving a hole in the wall.
“Restore it to its original state.” Use the repair spell to repair the wall.
“The word ‘computer’ is also new; it didn’t exist before.” Little Tom thought: “The name of the bird also appeared later. The spell had to wait until the name of the bird appeared. First there was the bird, then the name, and finally the spell?”
“And the names are different too. Before the advent of standard spells, there might be multiple spells for the same effect.” He pondered, “Do spells need to have a clear correspondence with items? Do they also require some emotion? When practicing Expecto Patronus, you need to recall happy memories. And when learning the three Unforgivable Curses, you need strong negative emotions.”
Little Tom pondered, “If I can really create something out of nothing, then since I have knowledge of the future in my memory, can’t I create something that hasn’t even been released yet?”
Read books and take more courses on the principles of magic to learn how to develop a new spell.
But developing spells is very complicated. It’s not just about spells and magic, it’s also related to factors like season, time, weather, etc. It’s really very metaphysical.
“Professor McGonagall, I have a question.”
Professor McGonagall was happy to answer Tom’s questions when she saw him. Tom’s homework was always excellent, with solid content, neat handwriting, and clean papers. As a teacher, she was very pleased when marking it. She said, “What’s the question?”
“Professor, can Transfiguration create something that you imagine in your mind? I mean something that is completely imaginary, something that you have never seen or touched, but something that you imagined out of thin air.” asked Little Tom.
Professor McGonagall said kindly, “I understand what you mean, and I can responsibly tell you that it can be done.”
“Wouldn’t it be possible to turn everything you imagine into reality?”
“It is indeed possible, but it is difficult,” said Professor McGonagall. “The principle is a bit complicated. I suggest you first read a book called ‘The Rooster and the Egg’. If you are interested, this book will be helpful.”
“Thank you, Professor.”
“You’re welcome. Feel free to ask me if you have any questions.” Professor McGonagall was very optimistic about little Tom’s learning spirit.
Chapter 18 Curiosity (Old Version)
The title of the book “Rooster Lays Eggs” is a fantasy. How can a rooster lay eggs? It is impossible, so magic is used to make the impossible possible.
How can something that doesn’t exist be made real through magic?
Magic is not science. Science is about discovering and replicating phenomena, and it must adhere to scientific principles. Magic, on the other hand, doesn’t require discovering phenomena. As long as you have an idea, you can use magic to turn your imagination into reality.
Roosters cannot lay eggs, but magic can be used to make them lay eggs. This is completely out of thin air and completely out of the blue.
“The Cock and the Egg” is an ancient book written in Egyptian hieroglyphics.
“Finally my study of ancient languages has paid off,” little Tom read with a grunt.
In fact, there are two copies of “The Rooster Lays Eggs” in the library: one is the original ancient book, and the other is a translation made by a wizard five hundred years ago. Although the content of the translation is also difficult to understand, it is definitely easier than the ancient book.
But little Tom has been learning ancient characters, and now they are finally useful.
In the book, the author mentioned a bold theory: a wizard’s thoughts can transcend reality for thousands of years, and a wizard can create things that belong to thousands of years later.
Thoughts can transcend reality, and wizards can turn thoughts into reality.
The author conducted a series of studies on the topic of “roosters laying eggs” and finally succeeded in making the rooster lay eggs. Unfortunately, although the eggs were laid, there was no way to hatch them.
Ultimately, due to the author’s age, he could only hope that future wizards would continue his project, hoping to hatch the rooster’s eggs and see what would hatch.
As for how to hatch, the author does not know.
“To turn imagination into reality and create something that is impossible requires enough faith, as well as enough tolerance and a willingness to believe that everything is possible.” After reading the book, little Tom found that the elements of spellcasting were very idealistic, consisting of abstract psychological states.
“It took a lifetime of faith and tolerance to finally get a rooster to lay eggs. If I want to create a computer twenty years from now, will it also take me a lifetime? Is there a more direct and efficient way?”
“How can we turn imagination into reality?” Little Tom asked the professor again.
The answer is there are no shortcuts.
Professor McGonagall said, “Magic is indeed very convenient, but creating magic is not that easy. You have to be down-to-earth and follow a step-by-step approach. Many wizards work their entire lives to create only one new spell or potion. But their efforts are enough to make them famous in history. As your magical experience increases, you can gradually explore the realm of creating something out of nothing. You can’t achieve success overnight.”
“I understand, Professor.”
“I believe you can become a great wizard,” Professor McGonagall encouraged, “but the prerequisite is to study hard and not just expect to achieve success overnight.”
“yes.”
Little Tom accepted the professor’s education on the surface, but in fact he did not give up at all. He thought of the resurrection stone, which could turn stone into gold and make people immortal, which was also something that came out of nothing.
The Resurrection Stone is a philosopher’s stone created by Nicolas Flamel. He and his wife lived for six hundred years relying on the Resurrection Stone.
“If I use the Resurrection Stone, can I realize my own imagination?” Thinking of this, his desire for the Resurrection Stone became stronger.
“The Resurrection Stone will be destroyed in the end anyway, so why not let me study it?” Little Tom thought of this and immediately began to prepare the necessary things.
“A prop that can make music, a prop that can avoid fire, and a prop that can break the transformation spell.” He collected things quickly.
I traded a music box from a third-year student. I bought a dragonhide cloak from a shopping magazine. Finally, I stole a piece of “dead man’s grass” from Professor Snape’s office. After eating it, I lost all my breath and looked like a dead person.
“Okay.” Little Tom set off under the cover of night.
Harry, Ron and Seamus were all asleep, so he quietly left the dormitory and entered the castle.
This was his first time wandering around the castle late at night, and he had to be careful of Filch and his cat, and of course, Peeves.
Soon, he came to the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor. The entrance was locked by a door.
“Hola, open!” The unlocking spell opened the door, and a stuffy and foul smell hit me in the face.
Three huge dog heads stared at him, their bloody mouths sticking out tongues and breathing out hot air.
Little Tom plays music directly using the music box and uses magic to make the spring loop continuously.
The big dog fell asleep, revealing the trapdoor.
Open it and enter the next level.
Little Tom didn’t move at all, letting the vines slowly release him. The more he struggled, the tighter they tightened.
Then there is a door, and many keys with wings, with a flying broom next to them, obviously hoping to use the broom to find the real key.
But there are tens of thousands of keys with white wings, which makes people dizzy.
“The key is flying here.” Little Tom directly used the flying spell.
A key quickly flew into his hand and opened the door.
Next is a wizard chess board. Originally, you had to play chess to pass, but little Tom simply ate the dead grass and turned into a dead object to pass.
Walking into a passage, there were flames coming out from the front and back.
There are seven medicine bottles in the passage. You must choose the correct medicine and drink it before you can pass the flames in front.
Little Tom put on the dragon skin cloak directly, cast an armor spell on himself, walked in and walked through the flames.
Finally, we have arrived at the final challenge, the Mirror of Erised.
The Philosopher’s Stone is inside the magic mirror, but if you want to get the stone, you can only see its shadow.
“Reflect your inner desires.” He walked to the magic mirror that was twice as tall as himself and saw himself wearing a crown, crowned as king and becoming the master of the wizarding world.
Then he saw the Philosopher’s Stone, set in a golden crown. The red, brilliant, precious stone was before him, but he could not get it.
“My heart’s desire,” said little Tom. “My greatest desire is to be king? To get the Philosopher’s Stone?”
Dumbledore had been standing in the shadow of the corner without him knowing. If little Tom really coveted the Philosopher’s Stone, he would take action.
He was very surprised and curious about how little Tom obtained the information about the mechanism. If he didn’t know the content of the mechanism in advance, how could he prepare a way to crack it in advance?
The principal was about to take action, but he noticed that little Tom was questioning his own inner thoughts, so he chose to continue observing.
Little Tom continued, “What I want is the answer. The ultimate answer to magic. How can I create a spell and create something out of nothing? Mirror of Erised, can you give me the answer?”
The mirror means it doesn’t know the answer to this question. It’s just a mirror, not an answering machine.
The principal thought it would be great if the magic mirror was really that convenient, but unfortunately it could only reflect the answers that people already had in their hearts, and could not reflect things that did not exist.
A magic mirror is also a mirror, and a mirror needs a real object to reflect.
Little Tom has questions in his mind but no answers, so the mirror cannot give answers, it can only give questions.
The image in the mirror kept changing, sometimes it was a concrete thing, sometimes it was an abstract ancient text, which meant that it could not understand little Tom’s current desire.
“This Mirror of Erised cannot give you an answer.” The headmaster looked at it for a while and felt that little Tom’s talent might surpass Voldemort’s, but he needed guidance.
The principal loved talent and walked out with a smile. He found that little Tom was neither surprised nor afraid.
“You have violated at least two hundred school rules by coming here. You young man will be expelled,” said the principal.
“I need answers. School is a place to find answers, but it is not the only place. Even after leaving school, I will still continue.” Little Tom really didn’t care about being expelled.
“Are you trying to make something out of nothing?” The principal did not continue the topic of school rules because he could not threaten a student who was not afraid of being expelled.
“Yes, I think the Philosopher’s Stone might be able to complete my research,” said Little Tom.
“You’re still a freshman.” The principal didn’t know what to say.
“Curiosity for knowledge has no age limit,” said little Tom calmly.
Chapter 19: Appreciating Talent (Old Version)
Little Tom wants to explore the secrets of magic. Magic can turn the wizard’s imagination into reality, change the world, make roosters lay eggs, and make toads hatch eggs…
Things that go against common sense will be turned into reality by magic.
But it was difficult to do so, so he explored the corridor on the fourth floor at night, overcame all obstacles, and came to the Mirror of Erised, exploring the magic prop that could make his wishes come true.
But the Resurrection Stone is a treasure that the principal guards carefully, so how could he allow the devil prince little Tom to do whatever he wants?
However, the principal was still very kind. He did not say anything harsh to us, but talked to us patiently.
Little Tom does not hide his curiosity. Although he is young, he is very curious.
The principal said, “Curiosity can sometimes be harmful. I have a question. Do you know what’s hidden in the Mirror of Erised?”
“I know. It’s the Philosopher’s Stone.”
“I’m curious, how did you know the Philosopher’s Stone was here? And the things you prepared—the music box, the dead grass, the dragonhide cloak—are all very well-designed. It seems you knew about these devices from the beginning.” The principal said, “You know, only the professor knows this secret.”
Little Tom said, “I can read people’s minds.”
“Legitimate?” The headmaster frowned. This was a dark magic that could read someone’s mind. He wondered if Lucius had taught him this, but he quickly dismissed the idea. He knew Lucius wasn’t that brave.
“Is it the blood curse? Is it inherited from the father?” This speculation is more reasonable, but no matter what, it is too dangerous for a first-year student to be able to use Legilimency.
He had to say seriously, “You should know that Legilimency is a very dangerous dark magic and should not be used on your professor.”
“In my opinion, there is no difference between black magic and white magic to achieve your goals.”
“Your idea is incorrect. If everyone does whatever it takes to achieve their goals, then we won’t be able to trust each other. We must abide by the rules and refuse to use dark magic, so that we can trust each other.” Dumbledore said earnestly: “Wizards can’t just think about themselves, they have to think about everyone else too.”
“But isn’t magic meant to make a wizard’s wishes come true? If a wizard can achieve his or her goals through his or her own magical powers, why should he or she care about anyone else?”
The headmaster frowned, thinking that this little Tom was even more dangerous than Tom. Although Voldemort was evil, his goal was to rule the wizarding world and ensure the status of pure-blood wizards. But this little Tom didn’t seem to care about pure-blood wizards at all, only about himself.
“So you want the Philosopher’s Stone?”
“I want to do research and find out how the Philosopher’s Stone can turn everything into gold and grant immortality. If I could master the magic that makes the impossible possible, then many of my ideas could become reality, like installing computers in the library so students can retrieve the information they want more quickly. Poor Harry Potter, he’s been searching for information about Nicolas Flamel from last semester to this semester, but still can’t find it.”
“If I had a computer, I could just type in Nicolas Flamel, or even something similar, and I’d find his information. I’d know Nicolas Flamel was the legendary wizard who invented the Philosopher’s Stone and was over 600 years old.” He said, “Headmaster, don’t you think wizards have been surpassed by Muggles in some aspects?”
“Muggles have already landed on the moon and achieved global positioning. They also use computers for long-distance communication. And what about wizards? They still ride slow steam trains, read old newspapers, and even have to flip through many books in the library to find a piece of information. Wizards have so much knowledge, but they can only do subtraction.”
The headmaster listened, and when he heard little Tom say that wizards could only do subtraction, he asked, “Subtraction? What is subtraction?”
“It’s the ‘Standard Spells’. The ‘Standard Spells’ established by the International Confederation of Wizards is only a tiny fraction of the global spells. But most countries now only teach the Standard Spells. Over time, those ancient magical spells will be lost. Isn’t that subtraction?”
The headmaster said, “The ancient spells will be preserved in the form of books.”
“This is only a small part of it. Many more spells are not recorded in books at all. For example, the creation of the Resurrection Stone. If Nicolas Flamel dies, no one can replicate it. But if we have computers, we can record all kinds of spells, and students can look them up at any time. Many spells can be passed down.”
The headmaster said, “You seem to know too much about Muggles. I know Lucius, and he would never let you have access to Muggle knowledge. Can you tell me how you know Muggle knowledge?”
“Legitimate. There are many Muggle students in the school. There are also Muggles near Malfoy Manor. I can learn from their knowledge. Muggles have good skills, so we should learn from them, right?”
The headmaster nodded and said, “Wizards are indeed learning. For example, the Hogwarts train. In the past, people could only go to school by horse, carriage, or Apparate. There was no train. At that time, the Ministry of Magic argued fiercely over whether to build a train. After all, it was a huge project and could easily be discovered by Muggles. Wizards had no experience in railway construction, so they had to ask Muggles for help. The Memory Charm and the Muggle-Repelling Charm were required to hide the huge project.”
“Take the castle’s bathroom system, for example. Previously, the castle had no running water or flush toilets, and the house-elves used magic to solve these problems. But later, the castle was renovated and a complete sanitation system was installed. There was a lot of debate among the professors at the time, with some professors arguing that the introduction of a sanitation system would only bring about other problems.”
“Even decades ago, I wrote an application hoping to introduce electric lights into the castle. But the Ministry of Magic thought it was too dangerous. There would definitely be little wizards who would cast spells on the lights, which would cause unpredictable dangers.”
Wizards are actually learning Muggle technology as well.
The headmaster said, “Actually, going back further, things like carriages and candles were all invented by Muggles. At the time, the distinction between wizards and Muggles wasn’t that clear. Although Muggles didn’t have magic, they were certainly very creative. The moon landing and computers you mentioned are also remarkable inventions. Wizards in the future might also learn about them and make their own modifications.”
When wizards learn Muggle technology, they also improve it. For example, Muggle carriages cannot fly, but wizard carriages can.
Little Tom said, “If I can master the Philosopher’s Stone, I will definitely have a chance to improve the efficiency of the school.”
“That’s not something you need to worry about.” The principal smiled. “You’re still a student. Just finish your homework. It’s already midnight. You should go back and rest. You have classes tomorrow. I’ll take you there.”
Little Tom was helpless. It seemed that the principal was not going to give him the Philosopher’s Stone, so he had to go back first.
When we returned to the dormitory door, the headmaster said, “Don’t tell Harry about the Philosopher’s Stone. I hope you will keep it a secret.”
“Go and rest.”
The headmaster looked at the closed portrait of the Fat Lady with mixed feelings. Little Tom was smarter and more curious than Voldemort. Voldemort only began exploring the Dark Arts in his senior years, but little Tom had already begun in his first year. He had also inherited some of Voldemort’s magic, allowing him to obtain information more easily.
“How much magic have you inherited?” The principal felt that little Tom was likely to become the second Dark Lord.
Voldemort was not the first Dark Lord, and he certainly wouldn’t be the last.
Little Tom inherited the Dark Lord’s magic and bloodline, and his looks and intelligence made him truly dangerous.
But if such a clever wizard follows the right path, he will become a treasure to wizards. The headmaster’s heart is also complicated. On the one hand, he is worried about the threat from little Tom, but on the other hand, he cherishes his talent.
“Maybe Harry Potter can influence him.” The headmaster thought that little Tom’s admission into Gryffindor might mean that he could be changed.
Chapter 20: Making Money (Old Version)
Unable to obtain the Philosopher’s Stone, Tom decided to buy a computer, but the cost of a personal computer exceeded his small treasury.
It is still affordable to buy a few professional books, but it is difficult to buy a computer.
“My uncle-in-law is rich, but he definitely won’t let me buy a Muggle computer. I still have to make money myself.” Little Tom thought, how to make money?
“The wizarding market is very small. Just look at the shops in Diagon Alley. The largest shop is not very big, which shows that the number of customers it receives every day is not very large.” He discovered a very embarrassing problem, that is, the wizarding market is very small and it is impossible to make big money.
“I now have reason to suspect that wizards don’t introduce Muggle products, not because they dislike them, but because they can’t afford them. So far, the technologies introduced by wizards are all major projects that require the Ministry of Magic to concentrate its resources and funds. And even if they are built, they won’t be upgraded for hundreds of years. Some of the school toilets are rotten and unusable, but they haven’t been upgraded. I guess they don’t have the money.”
The more little Tom thought about it, the more he felt that the wizard market was pitifully small.
Diagon Alley is not even as big as a Muggle shopping mall because there are not enough wizards to form a large market.
The reason wizards don’t introduce Muggle technology may really be because they don’t have the money.
The wizard’s market does not allow wizards to upgrade their infrastructure.
It’s like laying electricity and running water in a remote area. There are only a few dozen villagers in that area, and how much do they pay for electricity and water? It’s impossible to make a profit.
This is the problem of a small market. If a place has a population of hundreds of thousands, then water and electricity will definitely be built quickly, and once built, hundreds of thousands of people can pay for it.
But if there are only a few dozen people, it would be a loss to build it.
The same is true for wizards. Since they have a small population, if they build a high-speed railway specifically for them, they will definitely lose money with such a small number of people.
The Hogwarts is already losing money. There is hardly anyone on it at other times and it doesn’t operate. It only operates when school starts and ends, which is only four times a year. How much money is it losing?
The school doesn’t sell tickets.
The same goes for the school’s bathroom system. Without money, who would upgrade it? The school doesn’t charge tuition; it relies entirely on donations from pure-blood nobles and funding from the Ministry of Magic.
“With such a small population, how long will it take to make a profit from infrastructure construction? So instead of building infrastructure, it’s better to isolate it from Muggles and think out of sight, out of mind.” Little Tom felt the disadvantage of a small population for the first time.
With a small population and a small market, it is difficult to make a profit and thus difficult to develop.
“These are all centuries-old infrastructures, not to mention upgrading the internet and telephones. Repairing the telephones and internet in the wizarding world will never make up for the original investment.” Little Tom was annoyed. The small population was the fundamental reason for the backwardness of the wizarding world.
If he wants to make a little money, that’s fine, but if he wants to make a lot of money, that’s impossible.
“Personal computers are not cheap nowadays. It seems that we still have to go to the Muggle world to make money, and not limit ourselves to the wizarding world. The Muggle world is the real big market.” Little Tom thought about it and decided to make money from Muggles.
“How do I make money?” Little Tom wondered. Could it be writing novels or songs? That seemed to be how many time travelers made money. Of course, if you had the skills, you could also write software or get involved in finance.
“I’ve decided to write a novel. Even if it’s slow, I can do it. After all, I have a lot of novels in my mind that haven’t been published yet.”
Thinking of this, he immediately took out a feather pen and cast a spell: “Record quickly.”
Turn the quill into a sketch pen so that what’s in little Tom’s mind can be quickly recorded on white paper.
Definitely not parchment, use Muggle paper, it’s cheaper.
Using parchment paper for everything is too expensive.
“Just write A Song of Ice and Fire. This book won’t be published for another four years, so I’m writing it first.”
The story of “A Song of Ice and Fire” revolves around the struggle for the throne and tells the love, hatred and revenge of many noble lords. The plot is full of twists and turns, and it also includes dragons, magic, white walkers and prophecies, which makes it very epic.
Of course he didn’t copy it, some families used the wizards’ sacred twenty-eight clans to make the story more realistic.
Little Tom writes in the library and in the common room.
At first, the students didn’t pay much attention, but soon some of them took a look at the manuscript and were immediately hooked.
They used a duplication spell to make several copies of the manuscript and circulated them around. At first, it was just Gryffindor, but then students from the other three houses also became fascinated.
The wizarding world is currently lacking such an epic novel. Compared with “A Song of Ice and Fire”, the novels that wizards read in the past were too monotonous and were simply sketches.
“It’s so exciting! How did you come up with these stories?” Seamus asked curiously. “The Iron Throne, the Wall, the White Walkers, the dragon eggs, it’s really exciting. I’ve never read such a grand story.”
“It just came to me naturally.”
“Write quickly, I’m still waiting to see what happens next.”
People who don’t know little Tom think this is just a story, but people who know his background think this is what he is really like. In the fight for the throne, he already understands the politics of power at a young age.
Little Tom just wanted to make money and quickly write the first volume of stories in his mind.
“Hermione, I hope you can do me a favor and ask my uncle to submit an article.”
Hermione, who was also reading A Song of Ice and Fire, asked, “Why not go to the wizarding publishing house?”
“Because wizards have limited spending power, I want to earn money from Muggles.” Little Tom said, “Just let uncle be the full agent. I’ll give you a commission.”
“Okay.” Hermione didn’t understand why little Tom knew about the Muggle world, but she still submitted the article.
After reading the novel, Hermione’s father was also amazed and immediately contacted the largest publishing house. The publishing house was also very optimistic after reading it and decided to buy the copyright.
But the fee was not high, only 50,000 pounds.
Granger is not stupid. He has received higher education and knows that a good work is definitely not just about publishing novels, but also about film and television dramas, and making more money.
So we don’t plan to sell the copyright, just collaborate on publishing.
He even found a publishing house in the United States and finally successfully signed a contract. He did not sell the copyright, but the publishing house helped to publish the book. The publishing house would make a profit for every copy sold.
Of course, the publisher also has insurance, which means that the book must sell 300,000 copies. If it is less than that, it will have to pay compensation of 30,000 US dollars.
As soon as “A Song of Ice and Fire” went on sale, the streets were immediately packed with people and the copies were in great demand in New York.
Because the power struggles and magic in it all seem real, the story is very exciting, and the characters are very vivid. Everyone is scheming around the Iron Throne, but they don’t know that the crisis of the White Walkers is approaching.
Half a million copies were quickly sold.
Hermione discovered that her father did not write to her, but wrote directly to little Tom. For this reason, Hermione’s father even sold an owl as a dedicated line.
The sales are very good, and the publisher is already urging for the second part.
At this time, little Tom asked Mr. Granger to buy a brand new computer, saying that it was for typing.
Soon, the huge package was delivered to the school with the joint efforts of the two owls.
It is square and contains a computer case.
Nowadays, computers are still mainly complete machines, which are assembled by the manufacturers and shipped directly.
“Little Tom bought a computer.” In the Gryffindor common room, everyone gathered around curiously.
The wizard asked, “What is a computer?”
“It’s a machine invented by Muggles. I heard it’s very powerful and can process text, pictures and so on, but it’s very expensive.” said the student from a Muggle family.
“Can’t understand.”
“Don’t say you don’t understand. We don’t know much about computers either. Even in the Muggle world, they’re a rare commodity.”
Ron looked at little Tom suspiciously and said, “Did you really grow up in Malfoy Manor? How could you buy something like this? They’ll be mad, this is Muggle stuff.” He knew very well that Muggle things were despised by pure-blood nobles.
“Whether it’s a Muggle or a wizard’s thing, the most important thing is that it’s useful,” said little Tom.
Chapter 21 Questions (Old Version)
Little Tom bought a computer, something unknown to wizards and even Muggles. Muggles were also very curious about what a computer was.
“Little Tom, there is no electricity in Hogwarts.” A little Muggle wizard asked a soul-searching question. There was no electricity in Hogwarts.
Here, people rely on candles for lighting, stoves for heating, and horse-drawn carriages for going out. There is no electricity anywhere. There is no electricity at all.
What use is a computer without electricity?
“What is electricity?” The wizarding world has no power grid and has no idea what electricity is.
Muggles don’t know how to explain what electricity is.
Someone said, “It’s lightning.”
“Muggles can use lightning?” It’s completely unclear.
Hermione said to little Tom, “Yeah, there’s no electricity in school, so it’s useless for you to buy a computer.”
“We are wizards. We can generate electricity with just a tomato. We need zinc and copper sheets, some wires, and a big tomato.”
Hermione’s eyes widened in disbelief. How could it really be so simple?
“Give it a try.”
Soon all these things were collected, and under everyone’s curious gaze, little Tom made a tomato battery.
The zinc and copper sheets react with tomato juice to generate a weak electric current, which can be connected to the computer plug.
“We’re going to witness a miracle next.” Little Tom took a deep breath and said, “Everything will get bigger.”
Make the tomato battery bigger and release more power.
There was a crackling sound, and sparks were released from the wiring.
“Turn it on.” Little Tom didn’t know if it would work. This was his first time combining science and magic.
The startup screen appeared on the screen.
“Did it really work?” Hermione couldn’t believe her eyes. Did it really start up with a tomato battery?
“Next time, you can try to cast magic on the battery. Maybe you can turn the battery into a power plant.” Little Tom is very bold in his thinking. After all, magic is something that makes the impossible possible.
“Or you can just cast a spell on the computer and it will run on its own without plugging it in.” Little Tom knew that magic could make a teapot move, so it would definitely have an effect on a computer.
The computer was turned on, but its function was very simple nowadays, just connecting to the local area network. But there was definitely no network in Hogwarts.
Mainly typing.
“It feels similar to a typewriter.” Wizards still use typewriters, and they are automatic typewriters, which are very convenient.
Little Tom can also turn the keyboard into an automatic typing keyboard, allowing the computer to automatically input the text in the library.
Ron asked, “What’s the use of this?”
“When I have all the books in the library entered into the computer, I can just type in Nicolas Flamel’s name when I look for him. I won’t have to look through the books one by one.” Little Tom said, “Let’s go to the library now.”
In the library, you can indeed copy down all the books and take them out, but little Tom is the first person to use a computer to record all the books in the library.
Furthermore, the books in the library contain pictures, which cannot be input into computers. Of course, ancient Chinese characters cannot be input into computers either; computers have significant limitations.
“Then enter modern characters first.”
The computer is placed in the library and works by connecting the books to the computer with magic, so that the computer keyboard can automatically input the content. This is a variation of the copying spell and is not difficult. The automatic typewriter of the Ministry of Magic also works in this way.
The typing is very fast.
Meanwhile, Tom is also writing the second volume of A Song of Ice and Fire. Computers are just the beginning; in the future, the castle might need to be upgraded with power grids, networks, and even high-speed rail.
The money will definitely not be recovered because the wizard is really too poor.
Wizards are people who live in remote areas, and building infrastructure for them simply cannot recoup the cost. Therefore, the infrastructure of wizards is still stuck in hundreds of years ago. If it weren’t for magic, wizards would be no different from ancient people.
Magic does bring a lot of convenience, but it cannot accomplish everything.
Little Tom’s behavior naturally fell into Voldemort’s eyes. He used a Muggle computer and even wrote novels, which made his old father feel complicated.
To be honest, even at the age of eleven, Voldemort was not as clever as his son and could not write such a wonderful novel. However, Tom’s curiosity and friendliness towards the Muggle world gave him a headache. How could a prince be so curious about the Muggle world?
Back then, he stirred up trouble in the Muggle world, making the Muggles tremble in fear. This was the Dark Lord’s style. How could he command pure-blood wizards while being friendly to Muggles?
But how should I educate him? He’s already written a bestselling novel at eleven and can even use a computer to record library information. He’s an independent-minded and capable child. How should I teach him?
The Dark Lord also had an education problem.
Not only him, Draco and Delphi also felt uncomfortable.
“He has such powerful abilities, why does he like Muggle things?” Draco said helplessly: “We need to talk to him and tell him to just write novels and avoid Muggle things.”
“We really need to talk.” Delphi was worried that her brother would anger their father.
So on Sunday, they found little Tom and talked in an empty classroom.
“Brother, if you want to write novels, just write them. If they’re good, we encourage you. But what’s the point of you buying Muggle stuff? What’s so good about Muggle stuff?”
“The Hogwarts train and the castle’s bathroom system were all invented by Muggles,” Little Tom said. “Even carriages were invented by Muggles. So were ships, fireplaces, tea, beer, and all the other things we take for granted.”
“That’s different,” Draco denied.
“Cousin, sister.” Little Tom said, “I know my uncle and aunt have always taught us that wizards are better than Muggles, and Muggle items are not as good as magic.”
“That’s how it is. Muggles don’t even have magic, so what good can the things they produce be?” said Draco.
Delphi also said: “We are noble pure-blood wizards, and Muggles should crawl at our feet. How can you be curious about Muggle items? This is not right.”
It’s obvious that many things in the wizarding world were invented by Muggles, but they just refuse to admit it.
Of course, I can’t admit it. If I admit it, I have to ask a question: Why didn’t the wizard pull the wire? If the wire is so good, why not pull it?
How to answer? There is no money to build its own power plant, let alone to run wires to the wizarding villages and towns scattered across the island.
Many wizarding settlements only have a few hundred people, so laying out power lines wouldn’t pay off. Of course, if you absolutely have to, you can move away from wizarding settlements and into Muggle communities, where it’s easier to lay out power lines.
Since we can’t build power plants, we can’t run wires, and we can’t enjoy the conveniences of life, then why not just deny the development of electricity and simply say Muggle things are bad? If they’re bad, then wizards naturally don’t need them.
It was also difficult for little Tom to convince the wizards. That was the education they had received, and it was impossible to make them change suddenly.
He said directly: “This is all to improve my magical power.”
“What do Muggle items have to do with magic?” Draco didn’t understand.
“Magic is the magic that makes the impossible possible. I’m exploring the impossible right now. It’s hard to explain to you because I’m still exploring and haven’t achieved any results yet. But I hope you can trust me.” Little Tom played the emotional card and said, “Cousin, sister, I will definitely not forget my mission. But I must become stronger, otherwise how can I achieve my ideal?”
Delphi looked at his brother, staring at him. His brother’s eyes were very sincere, and his black and white eyes were as deep as the deep space of the universe, which made his handsome face even more beautiful.
Chapter 22 Dragon Egg (Old Version)
Using Muggle items touched the bottom line of pure-blood nobles.
Draco and Delphine were accusing him of something, but Tom played the emotional card with them. He knew his sister would definitely tolerate it, because she had always put him first since she was a child.
What could Delphi do when faced with her handsome brother? She could only choose to forgive him. She said, “Well, I believe you must have your own plans.”
Draco said, “I can trust you, but there are too many rumors. The pure-blood nobles will soon know that you are interested in Muggle items. Then my father will find out too, and he will definitely be angry.”
“If I can become stronger, my uncle will accept it.”
“Then you talk to him yourself, otherwise he will say that I didn’t keep an eye on you.” Draco was also helpless. After his brother came to school, he could no longer see through him.
“I will write to my uncle.”
“Alright then,” Draco said, “you have to produce results as soon as possible, otherwise people won’t be able to accept a wizard who likes Muggle items. They will think you are as corrupt as the Weasley family.”
“I will.”
Little Tom wrote a letter to Lucius, explaining that he was doing this for spiritual practice.
Of course Lucius didn’t believe it, so he went to the school in person and questioned him personally.
Calling little Tom to the playground, Lucius asked sternly, “Have you forgotten what I told you about Christmas? Don’t act on your own. But what did you do? You wrote a novel and published it in the Muggle world. You bought a computer and made it known to everyone. Now some people think you’re a disgrace to purebloods, on the same level as Weasley.”
Little Tom was helpless, but he did not blame these wizards, because the wizards were really too poor. Even the Ministry of Magic could not promote large-scale infrastructure and could not get sponsorship.
Because providing infrastructure for wizards will not make a profit at all.
Since no one is willing to build infrastructure for wizards, wizards don’t have to be nice to Muggles.
“Uncle, these are just small things. I just wanted to do something for a while. There’s no need to exaggerate.” Little Tom tried his best to explain that he had only done a small thing and didn’t need to take it seriously. He said, “I didn’t expect the novel to be such a hit. If it’s not published, it’s just a failed attempt and won’t cause any waves. I didn’t know if this thing would succeed, so I didn’t announce it in advance. After all, if it fails, I don’t want everyone to laugh at me.”
Lucius accepted this explanation. After all, wizards couldn’t predict the future, and whether this novel would be a bestseller or a failure couldn’t be determined in advance.
“Even so, why would you submit your work to the Muggle world?”
“Of course I’m worried about being laughed at by wizards. If I fail, wizards will definitely laugh at me. But no Muggles know me, so it doesn’t matter.” Little Tom said.
“So what do you say about buying Muggle items? Not only did you buy them, but you also made it known to everyone. Do you want everyone to know that you are using Muggle items? Abusing Muggle items is illegal. Aren’t you afraid of being expelled from Hogwarts?” He hoped to scare his nephew with expulsion.
Little Tom said, “Uncle, taking Muggle items and modifying them is something many wizards have done. Whether it’s a carriage, a ship, or a train, many things in the wizarding world were invented by Muggles, and aren’t we all using them?”
“That was then, this is now,” Lucius said. “Now there are clear laws restricting wizards from using Muggle items.”
“Uncle, you’ve taught me since I was little that I should accomplish great things when I grow up. I think a great cause should be to change the lives of wizards and transform Muggle props so that wizards can use them more conveniently. Isn’t that my responsibility?” Little Tom said, “Uncle, if I don’t have to improve the lives of wizards, then what should I do? I just learn from what those outstanding wizards have done.”
Lucius hadn’t expected little Tom to say that, and he couldn’t really argue with it. Many famous wizards had indeed modified Muggle objects. Improving wizarding life was essential for introducing Muggle artifacts. If little Tom could truly improve wizarding life, then he could indeed change history.
Even pure-blood wizards couldn’t resist a more convenient life, and many wizards throughout history became wealthy by transforming Muggle items. For example, Harry Potter’s grandfather imported Muggle shampoo and transformed it into a conditioning potion, making him a fortune.
If it can be transformed well, it can indeed make money.
Lucius said, “You are very smart. To be honest, I was no match for you in the first grade. If you really know what you are doing, I can’t stop you. I just hope you don’t lose the face of your noble bloodline.” He felt that he had no right to persuade his nephew because his nephew was too outstanding.
“Uncle, I know what I am doing. It is for a great ideal and to put into practice the education you gave me,” said little Tom.
“Alas, I can’t see through you. Don’t forget your bloodline.” Lucius left.
Today, the first phase of computer information entry was completed, and all books in the general library area were entered.
“Let’s see who Nicolas Flamel is.” Little Tom entered the name into the computer and searched.
Four people gathered in front of the computer, waiting for the results.
Soon, Nicolas Flamel’s information was found.
“There are 66 records about Nicolas Flamel. Let’s look at them one by one.” Little Tom was very satisfied with the computer’s efficiency.
Ron’s eyes widened as he said, “If you want to know something, you can just search it directly? How convenient! You don’t have to ask the professor, you can just ask the computer directly.”
Harry couldn’t help but say, “Computers are so convenient, no wonder they’re advertised on TV.”
Hermione read the words on the screen carefully and said, “Nicholas Flamel is the only known creator of the Philosopher’s Stone.”
“What stone?” Ron asked.
Harry didn’t understand either.
Hermione continued reading: “Ancient alchemy involved the creation of the Philosopher’s Stone, a magical substance with astonishing powers. It could transform any metal into pure gold and create an elixir of life, granting immortality to those who drank it. Many accounts of the Stone have been made over the centuries, but the only known surviving piece belongs to the renowned alchemist and opera lover Nicolas Flamel. He celebrated his 665th birthday last year and now lives in seclusion in Devon with his wife, Perenelle (who is 658 years old).”
Hermione said, “Do you understand?”
Little Tom said, “The thing you want to see in the corridor on the fourth floor is probably the Philosopher’s Stone, also known as the Resurrection Stone.”
“No wonder Snape wanted to take advantage of it?” said Harry.
“Great, now we know what Hagrid took from the Gringotts vault, and what’s hidden in the corridor on the fourth floor. What then?” Ron said, “How do we stop Snape?”
“Leave it to the principal.” Little Tom said, “He will definitely be able to protect it.”
That’s all we can think of.
But Voldemort’s actions will also drive Harry’s actions.
Quirrell has used a dragon egg to get Hagrid to tell him how to get past the three-headed hellhound, and that music can be used to put the three-headed hellhound to sleep.
Hagrid got a dragon egg and is now hatching it.
When Harry, Ron, Hermione and little Tom went to his cabin, they felt the temperature was very high and it seemed like something was cooking in the fireplace.
Hagrid was really not suited to hiding secrets. His eyes kept looking at the fireplace in panic, revealing that there was a hidden secret inside.
There is an iron pot hanging on the fireplace, with dragon eggs inside. They can hatch by absorbing the heat of the flame.
Harry and the others could see that something was wrong with Hagrid, so they asked what was in the pot.
All Hagrid could say was, “There are dragon eggs in there.”
“Dragon eggs?”
“Yes, as long as the right temperature is used, it can be corrupted. Then I can raise a dragon. I have always wanted to raise a dragon.”
“Keeping a dragon in school?” Hermione didn’t know what to say: “Dragons are very dangerous. The headmaster won’t allow it.”
Little Tom said, “We can use the traceless extension spell to create a dragon circle. It won’t take up space and can also be separated from the school.”
When Hagrid heard this, his clear eyes immediately fixed on Little Tom. He leaned closer with his furry face and asked, “How do you build a dragon ring?”
Chapter 23 Friends (Old Version)
Dragons are distributed in different regions around the world and are very dangerous magical creatures.
It usually takes seven or eight adult wizards to tame a dragon, and schools absolutely do not allow dragons. The children in the school are nothing more than snacks to the dragons.
But if you create a dragon circle and separate the dragons from the students, then raising dragons is also a personal behavior.
Hagrid wishes to create a dragon circle.
Little Tom said: “The author of ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’ has a magical box. He raises all kinds of magical animals in the box, some of which are very dangerous. He recreates the living environments of different animals in the box so that the animals can live comfortably.”
“It’s too dangerous,” said Hermione. “I read in a book that dragons can breathe fire and are very greedy. How can you keep them in captivity? Hagrid will be killed by a dragon.”
Although Hagrid was tough and strong, Hermione didn’t think he could match the sharp teeth of a dragon.
Hagrid, however, was completely oblivious. He said, “A magic chest? I know Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. It’s one of my favorite books. If the author can keep magical beasts, then so can I. But I don’t know how I can build my own magic chest.”
Little Tom said: “First, we need to understand what kind of dragon it is and what its habitat is like. Of course, I don’t recommend raising a dragon yourself. After all, dragons have a huge appetite and it would be a huge financial burden.”
“My biggest wish is to raise a dragon. Don’t you think dragons are cute?”
Ron immediately shook his head, not thinking dragons were cute. He said, “My second brother studies dragons in Romania and is often scratched by them. Dragons are very dangerous and cannot be tamed.”
Although Harry didn’t know much about dragons, in fairy tales dragons usually played dangerous villains, so they must have been dangerous.
Hagrid said, “Just put it in the dragon ring. Little Tom, can you make a dragon ring for me?”
“I can try, but don’t get your hopes up. If you fail, it’s best to find someone to send the dragons to their proper habitat.”
Hermione felt that she shouldn’t do such a dangerous thing.
Hagrid said happily, “I’ll let you know after the dragon eggs hatch. Little Tom, I’ll leave the dragon circle in your hands. If you need anything, I can prepare it.”
“First, you need a box that’s wide enough for at least your waist to fit through.”
“Leave it to me. I can find a way to buy a box that can accommodate my belly.”
“Then it’s about knowing what kind of dragon it is and understanding the climate and terrain of the dragon’s habitat so you can replicate the terrain inside.”
“Leave this to me. I need to feed him, and I definitely need to know what kind it is.”
“Let’s prepare these first.” said Little Tom.
Ron said, “You’re a freshman too, how is it possible that you know so many spells?”
Little Tom said: “I received an elite education at Malfoy Manor and started practicing spells at a very young age. The Untraceable Extension Charm is one of my favorite spells.”
Ron couldn’t understand how a first-year student could master a spell that he had never even heard of.
Hagrid went to prepare a large box, wanting to buy one as big as his waist.
Finally, they found a large wooden box. Little Tom used the Traceless Extension Spell to expand the space, and soon expanded the space in the box to the size of a playground.
“Are you really a first-year?” Ron couldn’t help but doubt Little Tom’s identity. He looked at the space in surprise and said, “I’ve never even heard of this spell.”
Hermione said, “This is a spell that only senior students can master.”
Harry was also envious of Tom’s ability and said, “It’s incredible that magic can actually enlarge a box.”
Hagrid said, “This is a large space enough to raise a dragon. The next step is to replicate the ecological environment.”
“This requires a Transfiguration Charm.”
Hagrid said, “I’ve looked it up in a book. Judging from the shape of the dragon egg, with a pointed head and a blunt tail, it must be a Norwegian Spinosaurus egg. This kind of dragon lives in forests and deep mountains, often hunting animals in the mountains for food.”
“Then we need to replicate the local trees and mountains. Of course, fresh water is also necessary.” Little Tom said, “I’ll go back and check the local climate, flora and fauna.”
“Please.”
Seeing that the dragon circle was almost completed, Hermione couldn’t help but say to little Tom alone, “I’m still against raising a dragon. It’s too dangerous. You shouldn’t have encouraged Hagrid, let alone helped him build the dragon circle. You pushed him into danger. If you were a friend, you should have persuaded him to send the dragon to a safe place.”
“This is the first time you’ve spoken to me alone since Christmas. You’re keeping your distance from me,” said little Tom.
Hermione said: “Malfoy is right, you are a noble, and I am just an ordinary person, I can’t reach you.”
“Didn’t you say that it’s behavior, not bloodline, that determines a person’s identity?” Little Tom said, “You are the first friend I made at Hogwarts.”
“I don’t deserve it,” Hermione said.
Little Tom said, “We are all Gryffindor students. We should have the courage to break the rules and not give up our position because of what others say. I think you are right. A person’s identity should be determined by behavior, not bloodline.”
Hermione was somewhat touched and said, “You are also the first friend I have ever made, but Malfoy and your sister don’t like me. I don’t want to embarrass you. They are your family and they care about you. You shouldn’t have conflicts with your family just to make friends with me.”
“I love my family, but their stance isn’t entirely correct. Bloodline isn’t important these days when we’re learning Standard Spells. In the past, many magics required bloodline inheritance, but now that everyone can learn magic, the advantages of bloodline are minimal. It’s wrong to be complacent and hold back because of your bloodline.”
“But they don’t think so. They are proud of their bloodline and their identity.” Hermione said, “You can’t change their prejudice. If you make friends with me, you will get yourself into trouble. I don’t want you to be embarrassed.”
“Thank you for your concern,” Little Tom said, “but I hope you won’t make the decision for me. I want to be your friend. What do you think?”
Hermione looked at Tom, who didn’t appreciate her consideration for him. She was actually very dissatisfied and didn’t want to listen to Malfoy’s nonsense.
“If you’re not worried about quarreling with your family, I certainly don’t recommend continuing to be friends with you.” It was because they were friends that she considered little Tom’s feelings.
Since little Tom doesn’t care, then she doesn’t need to care either.
“Then we’ll still be friends.” Little Tom smiled slightly, his lips curled up, charming everyone.
Seeing little Tom’s handsome smile, Hermione blushed and immediately changed the subject, saying, “We’re not talking about this matter. We’re talking about Hagrid. If Hagrid keeps a dragon in school, it will definitely cause panic among everyone. The dragon pen may not be able to stop the dragon. If the dragon comes out to cause trouble, Hagrid will be expelled.”
“But that’s his wish.”
“We have to consider what is good for our friends and what is not.” Hermione said: “Hagrid is also our friend. Harry will definitely be sad if he is expelled from school.”
Hermione was genuinely thinking about her friends.
“So we have to keep a close eye on the dragon. Actually, there are a lot of dangerous things around the castle, so we don’t mind having one more dragon.” Little Tom said, “There are a lot of dangerous things in the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest. There are mermen in the lake and horses in the forest. We also teach Defence Against the Dark Arts in school. To be a wizard, you are destined to walk with danger. As long as we can keep a close eye on the dragon, Hagrid will definitely do his best.”
It was the first time Hermione heard that wizards had to face danger. She used to think wizards just used magic to make life more convenient. She couldn’t help but ask, “Are there really so many dangers?”
“Yes, didn’t the principal tell me at the beginning of the school year that I would be in danger of death? This is what happens after becoming a wizard. You might experiment with a new spell and be killed by the backlash.”
Chapter 24: Trump Card (Old Version)
Hermione thought of Seamus, who often exploded when using magic, and said, “Perhaps you’re right. Being a wizard is always accompanied by danger. Flying dragons is nothing.”
“I believe Hagrid can take good care of the dragon. Maybe he can become the first person to master the skills of dragon taming. Then he will be successful.” Little Tom said: “Hagrid is an innocent person. I think magical creatures can understand.”
Hermione was persuaded and said, “Well, I hope everything goes well.”
Hagrid was very excited because the dragon egg was finally hatching and was shaking, indicating that the dragon inside was about to be born. He felt like a father.
He specially called his good friends to share this joy.
Harry and the other three arrived at the cabin, and Hagrid stared at the dragon egg on the wooden table.
The dragon egg was shaking and cracks appeared on the eggshell.
“It’s really a lively baby dragon. I plan to name him Norbert.” Hagrid said happily, as if he had become an old father.
Soon the dragon egg broke and a little lizard came out, a lizard with wings.
“Noble, come on.”
The newly born dragon couldn’t stand up yet and could only crawl on the table. Hagrid cheered for his baby dragon and hoped that Norbert could show his dragon power as soon as possible.
Norbert turned his head and ate the fragments of his own eggshell, then opened his mouth and sprayed out a spark that set Hagrid’s beard on fire.
Hagrid was as happy as a 300-pound child and said, “What a spirited child.”
Ron said with a sullen face, “I only see danger. The little dragon can already breathe fire. If it grows up, it will burn your cabin to ashes.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll put him in the dragon pen. When he grows up, he’ll live in his own little nest forever.” Hagrid said happily, “The home is already arranged. There are mountains and rivers, and there are forests and high altitudes. Uncle Tom even specially prepared high-altitude games, in which he can fly to his heart’s content.”
The space of the dragon circle has been expanded a lot, mainly the height has been increased, allowing dragons to fly.
Little Tom teased, “Nobert, this is Uncle Harry, Uncle Ron, and Aunt Hermione.”
Harry and Ron looked at each other, while Hermione felt helpless that she had been promoted for no reason.
Norbert didn’t understand, he just kept yelling, black smoke coming out of his nose, and he looked like he was not going to give in to anyone.
Harry and Ron only saw danger, but Hagrid saw it as cute.
Little Tom thinks that in the magical world, the impossible must be made possible. Everyone says that dragons cannot be tamed, so they must be tamed.
Besides, the dangerous creatures in Hogwarts are not just dragons, there are also basilisks. He couldn’t help but think about whether he should tame the basilisk and make it his own pet?
The basilisk is just an animal, and it was Voldemort who ordered it to kill. The basilisk actually only eats animals, and the fact that it kills anyone it glares at is just a characteristic of its nature, not an indication of evil.
Just like there are bees and flies in nature, flies spreading viruses is just their characteristic. Humans think flies are evil, but nature doesn’t think so.
It’s still pretty cool to have a snake monster following you around.
Since I can speak Parseltongue, opening the secret room is no problem for me, and I can also command the basilisk.
But since the basilisk was tamed in advance, there was no sense of crisis in the second grade and Harry Potter could not get any training.
Little Tom thought that the second grade was very important to Harry Potter. He went from being a hero to the heir of the Chamber of Secrets who was suspected by everyone. Everyone suspected that he was the bad guy who opened the Chamber of Secrets.
This gap will definitely put him under tremendous pressure. From a hero praised by everyone to a criminal questioned by everyone, it is completely going from one extreme to another.
If he wasn’t strong enough, Harry would have become a vengeful person. But Harry withstood the test and finally defeated the basilisk, proving his courage and kindness once again.
Harry’s inner self was trained. He saw what it means to change one’s expression faster than turning the pages of a book and realized the selfishness of human beings.
Fortunately, Harry has the support of good friends and does not have to face the doubts alone.
“If I tame the basilisk and Harry can’t get training, will Headmaster Dumbledore arrange other training programs?” He thought that Harry Potter was Voldemort’s nemesis and had been trained in Voldemort’s treasure since he was a child.
Harry Potter usually looks a little slow, but once he meets Voldemort, he is like a god and his fighting power immediately doubles.
“Speaking of the basilisk, it lays eggs with roosters and hatches them with toads. Its eyes can kill people, but if you look into the basilisk’s eyes indirectly, you will be petrified. The basilisk didn’t kill anyone in the whole second grade, thank God.” Little Tom suddenly thought of the year when the basilisk appeared, but didn’t kill anyone. It only petrified a cat, a ghost, and a few people.
If someone dies, the situation will get out of control. I wonder what the principal will do?
“When the Basilisk killed Myrtle, Hagrid had to be expelled from school. If the Basilisk kills a second time, Dumbledore will definitely have an unshirkable responsibility. How about I negotiate a deal with the headmaster? I will ensure that the Basilisk does not kill anyone and can train Harry Potter, and he will give me the Resurrection Stone.”
“You can give it a try.”
Thinking of this, he decided to open the secret room.
At night, explore the castle again.
Avoid Filch and his cat, and avoid Peeves.
Coming to the abandoned women’s bathroom, he spoke Parseltongue to a faucet with a snake pattern: “Open it.” He hissed and gave the order.
The wash basin moves and opens to reveal a long passage, like a slide at a water park.
“Put this on before you go.” Since he knew that he couldn’t look directly at the basilisk, he prepared a pair of multi-layered glasses that could effectively ensure that he would not be killed by the basilisk, and at most he would be petrified.
“Light as a feather.” He cast a weight-reducing spell on himself to ensure he wouldn’t fall.
“Go.” Enter the slide and go all the way down.
There was a huge cave underground, pitch black.
“Lumos.” The tip of the wand lit up with a faint blue light, illuminating the underground passage.
There are many bones underground. These are the food of the basilisk, the bones of animals. As we continue walking, the cave suddenly becomes clear. There are more bones inside. It is impossible to tell how many animals it has eaten from layer to layer.
There is a huge snake skin in the center, at least fifty or sixty meters long and four or five meters high.
Little Tom was also a little scalp-tingling, the basilisk’s size was too intimidating. The snake skin was like a small mountain, showing the basilisk’s power.
After going around the snake slough, there is a wall in front with a complex Hydra gate on it.
Slytherin’s Chamber of Secrets is located here.
“Open.” Parseltongue was used again, and the snakes on the gate moved, and the latch was released, welcoming the heir of the Chamber of Secrets.
The Chamber of Secrets is a dark and damp place with a platform in the middle and pools on both sides. The pools are connected to the sewers of Hogwarts.
Perhaps Voldemort modified it. After all, Hogwarts didn’t have so many sewers in the beginning, and the Basilisk relied entirely on natural caves underground to move. But with the sewers, it could enter the school through the pipes.
“Hiss…”
The sound of a large basilisk can be heard, just behind the wall.
Little Tom closed his eyes and breathed steadily. The sounds of dripping and flowing water around him became crystal clear. Perhaps it was because he lived in amniotic fluid when he traveled through time, and after he was born, he had a strong control over water.
He could feel the liquid around him and even the blood flowing in the basilisk’s body.
“Bbasilisk, come out.” The magic power locked onto the basilisk’s blood, controlling it to close its eyes.
The basilisk heard the Parseltongue voice and found that it was out of control. It was terrified. Even the previous heir to the Chamber of Secrets did not have such power.
“Whoever opens the secret chamber, please do not harm your loyal servant.” The basilisk could not open its eyes, its strongest power was sealed, its body was out of control, but it could still speak.
“Come out.”
The blood in my body is out of my control, and this feeling is so painful.
The basilisk twisted its body and came to Little Tom, saying, “Heir of the Chamber of Secrets, I pledge my loyalty to you. My eyes will not harm you.”
Little Tom thought that the water control skill he had practiced hard was his trump card. He had practiced it to the point where he could control the blood in the enemy’s body. This was his trump card when facing the basilisk. It was not Parseltongue or the identity of the heir to the Chamber of Secrets, but magical magic.
Chapter 25: Pitfalls (Old Version)
Voldemort certainly cannot control water. Little Tom’s ability to control water is not genetic, but because he lived in amniotic fluid for ten months and acquired a high affinity for water.
As soon as he was born, he could destroy the bottle with his milk, and after ten years of training, he can now control the blood in living things.
This is his killer move.
In his mind, water control magic is more useful than the ‘Avada Kedavra’, and it combines the characteristics of the ‘Cruciatus Curse’ and the ‘Imperius Curse’. It can be said that it combines the advantages of the three unforgivable curses.
Controlling the blood in the enemy’s body, so that the enemy loses control of the body, is the Imperius Curse. And the blood circulation is blocked, causing extreme pain, which is the Cruciatus Curse.
“The Imperius Curse controls the body, the Cruciatus Curse tortures the enemy, and the Deathly Curse kills the enemy. A blood control spell can accomplish all of this.” Little Tom said in Parseltongue: “Pledge allegiance to me and hand over your soul.”
“I am willing to pledge my loyalty to my master. Whoever opens the Chamber of Secrets will be my master. This is the magic set by Slytherin.” The basilisk said, “Master, you can rest assured that my magic will not work on you.”
“I’ll trust you this time.” Little Tom unleashed the magic and set the basilisk free.
The basilisk crawled on the ground and said, “Great Master, I have finally waited for you. It is time to scare away all the non-pure-blood students in the school. I can petrify a few students and drive these dirty guys out of the school.”
Little Tom heard this and said, “Scare?”
“Yes, Master, my petrification ability can scare them,” the basilisk said. “If Master feels that’s not scary enough, you can increase the terrifying effect and kill students with my eyes. But I already killed a student last time, and it didn’t work. That was fifty years ago, and those non-pure-bloods haven’t left.”
“That’s a good idea, but I don’t need you to teach me how to do things. You just need to follow my orders. One thing you have to remember is that we don’t harm the students in the school.”
The basilisk said obediently, “Yes, Master.”
“Very good, you stay here. I will bring you food in a few days. What do you like to eat?”
“Sheep, preferably goats.”
“I’ll bring it. I’ll go ahead.” said little Tom.
“Farewell, master, and awaiting good news.” The basilisk said respectfully.
Little Tom thought that now that he had a trump card, he wondered if he could make a deal with the principal, asking him to hand over the Resurrection Stone, while he would use the Basilisk to cooperate with him in training Harry Potter.
In my second year, I didn’t kill anyone with the basilisk. I was so lucky. If there was any deviation, people would die. I don’t know what Dumbledore was thinking.
Returning the same way and standing in front of the passage, little Tom took a deep breath and used the levitation magic to fly upwards against gravity.
Back to the familiar bathroom, no one noticed, and no ghosts passed by. Ghosts also need to rest at night, so students do bad things at night.
Back in the dormitory, little Tom took a nap.
The next day, I went to class in high spirits. It was still a familiar course. In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I learned how to deal with being bitten by a werewolf.
Creatures that only exist in stories, such as werewolves, vampires, and banshees, are real in the wizarding world. Centaurs, unicorns, fire-breathing dragons, and so on also exist.
But it is difficult to determine whether these things exist naturally or are created by wizards.
After all, if wizards can make roosters lay eggs, then they can also create magical animals. Of course, it is also possible that wizards, like these magical animals, are products of nature.
When humans acquire magical powers, they mutate into wizards; when animals acquire magical powers, they mutate into all kinds of strange and bizarre creatures.
Because there were no detailed records in ancient times, it is unknown whether there is a causal relationship between wizards and magical creatures.
There is no doubt that wizards can create life. The Sorting Hat was created by wizards, and the basilisk was also created by wizards.
It is precisely because there are so many precedents that little Tom wonders whether other magical creatures were created by wizards, or at least whether some of them were created by wizards?
If bitten by a werewolf, you will become a werewolf. There is no cure. On a full moon night, you will transform into a werewolf, lose your mind, and spread wolf poison.
Even wizards are afraid of werewolves. Although there is wolfsbane potion that can keep a werewolf sane after transformation, the ability to spread the disease has not been eliminated. It can still spread even if it remains sane, and it is still terrifying.
“get out of class dismissed.” Professor Quirrell was not a good teacher. He basically disappeared after class.
Voldemort was busy stealing the Philosopher’s Stone and had no time to care for his own child. Although he was not satisfied with his son’s performance in school, there were more important things to do. When he regained a body, he would naturally be able to discipline his son, but not now.
Little Tom also wants the Resurrection Stone, and he doesn’t care whether Voldemort has a body or not. He is so superstitious that he insists on fighting Harry Potter and will die himself.
Little Tom wouldn’t help Voldemort just because of his blood relationship, because Voldemort wasn’t worth helping. He was the Dark Lord, with a greater purpose, but he insisted on believing in the prophecy and fighting with a newborn child. That was out of his mind.
He looked down upon those feudal and superstitious people from the bottom of his heart, such as Xiongba in “Feng Yun” and Lan Meng in “Hai Hu”… They all believed in fortune-telling and acted according to the results of fortune-telling.
How idiotic is this? It’s so idiotic that they believe they have a nemesis, and that eliminating that nemesis will solve all their problems.
So Xiongba attacked his own disciples, Lan Meng attacked his family, and Voldemort attacked the baby.
How could he think that eliminating one nemesis would solve all problems? He lacked even a modicum of self-awareness.
Xiongba in “Feng Yun” founded the Tianxiahui. The reason why he was able to dominate the world was because Wuming had previously challenged various major sects and killed many masters, causing heavy losses to the Central Plains martial arts world.
Xiongba appeared during this period, and naturally, when there was no tiger in the mountain, the monkey became king. This had nothing to do with divination.
The reason why Lan Meng in “Sea Tiger” became the boss of the organization is even simpler: his father was the founder of the organization, and he inherited his father’s position, that’s all. It has nothing to do with fortune-telling.
Voldemort was already the Dark Lord, but he believed that he could be defeated by a baby, which was a joke in itself. What was even more ridiculous was that he actually believed it, really tried to kill the baby, and was hit by his own killing curse.
He was not defeated by the baby, but by Harry’s mother.
“Xiongba, Lan Meng, and Voldemort are all bosses, yet they have no idea of the dilemmas that come with being a boss. That is, the strong will not soon be subordinated to others. A boss must face the challenges of his subordinates. Incompetent subordinates cannot accomplish anything, while capable subordinates are unwilling to be subordinated. This isn’t a matter of one’s nemesis; it’s a problem that bosses must always face.”
Little Tom knew that as the boss, he would have many challengers, and these challengers might be his disciples or his relatives.
“Speaking of which, I am a prince, and also a challenger to the Dark Lord. Just like the emperor and the prince, if the prince becomes stronger, he will be a threat to the emperor. If I become stronger, I will be a threat to my father. This is not because of Harry Potter, but the inevitable operation of society.” Little Tom knew that this was human society.
It’s a pity that some people would rather believe in fortune-telling than make an objective analysis.
Being the boss doesn’t mean you can just defeat one nemesis and everything will be fine. Being the boss means you’re alone, and everyone else is a challenger. Without this awareness, you’re not qualified to be the boss.
“Don’t blame me for betraying him when I have such a superstitious father.” Little Tom prepared to go find the principal.
Not every child has the opportunity to meet the headmaster. As the headmaster, Dumbledore has a lot of work to do, including school affairs, Ministry of Magic affairs, and International Confederation of Wizards affairs.
She has a lot of work to do and doesn’t usually see guests. Many tasks are handled by Professor McGonagall, the Vice-Principal, and only when she can’t solve them will the Headmistress step in.
But little Tom still wanted to see the headmaster, so he sent a message through Professor McGonagall.
Chapter 26 Negotiation (Old Edition)
Professor McGonagall was troubled by little Tom because he didn’t look like a freshman at all and was completely unpredictable. She agreed to help deliver the message, but it was up to the headmaster to decide whether to meet him or not.
On Saturday afternoon, Harry and the other two went to Hagrid’s cabin, while Duran received an invitation from the headmaster and could go to the headmaster’s office.
Walk to the unique spiral staircase, say the secret code, the statue will move, and inside is a spiral staircase that can accommodate one person.
The principal’s office is very spacious, with two floors in a stepped style, and is more comfortable than the average professor’s office.
“Minerva sent me a message saying you wanted to see me,” the Headmaster said as she came down the stairs. “So I’ve taken some time off. Now you can tell me why you want to see me. I hope you can keep it short, as I have a guest later.”
Little Tom said, “Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule, Principal. I would like to negotiate terms with you.”
“condition?”
“Yes, I can tell you a secret in exchange for the principal’s permission to study the Resurrection Stone.”
The principal didn’t expect that little Tom hadn’t given up yet and said, “The Resurrection Stone is not a toy. Freshmen like you shouldn’t use it.”
“Headmaster, ambition transcends age. I truly hope to use magic to benefit the world.” Little Tom said, “I can tell you a secret in exchange for the Philosopher’s Stone. It’s information about my father.”
The principal turned serious and asked, “Do you know the identity of your father?”
“Yes, my uncle told me that I would inherit my father’s great cause and become the Dark Lord.” Little Tom said, “So my father is the Dark Lord, the You-Know-Who, or Voldemort.”
“It seems you know everything, so you pursue power? To have the power to match the throne?” Dumbledore asked.
“Is there a problem? My family really has a throne to inherit. Why shouldn’t I work hard?”
“So did Lucius tell you what the Dark Lord did? And why he failed?”
“He talked about expelling non-pure-blood wizards, harming Muggles, and building the dominance of pure-blood wizards. In the end, he was defeated by Harry Potter.” Little Tom said.
“Do you think these actions are correct?”
“I don’t think that’s right, because relying solely on pure-blood wizards means nothing. The number of wizards is already small enough. If only pure-blood wizards remain, there really is no future.” Little Tom said, “What wizards need to do now is to increase the population. Only then will the Ministry of Magic be willing to renovate the infrastructure and bring new power to wizards.”
Dumbledore didn’t expect a first-year student to say such a thing. Increase the population and renovate the infrastructure?
Little Tom continued, “Look at the Muggle world. Their rockets have landed on the moon, their satellites can accurately locate targets, and Muggle technology is developing at an astonishing speed. And what about us wizards? We’re still using steam trains from a hundred years ago, and outdated sewer and bathroom systems. Over a hundred years, haven’t you considered renovating them?”
“Of course I’ve considered it, but I don’t have the money,” Dumbledore said honestly.
“Why is there no money? Isn’t it because there are too few wizards, and trains and schools are not profitable at all? Not to mention trains and schools, even laying power lines and network cables can’t make a profit. Laying a wire for a wizard village of dozens of people is not worth the cost, but if it is for a wizard settlement of tens of thousands, it can make a profit.” Little Tom said, “So I won’t go the pure-blood route, it’s a dead end. I hope the number of wizards will increase. Only when the population is sufficient can we renovate the infrastructure, and then wizards can also use electricity and the Internet. To do this, I must research more spells.”
Honestly, the headmaster was shocked. He couldn’t believe this was a first-year student. Even a professor couldn’t come to such a Muggle conclusion. Yes, a very Muggle conclusion.
“I have to say, you seem to understand Muggles very well. Is your theory what Muggles call economics?” said the principal.
“Well, Principal, what’s your decision?”
The principal said, “That’s going too far. Let’s get back to your proposal. You said you’d tell me a secret in exchange. What secret?”
“My father is not dead.”
The principal said, “I already know this. It’s not a secret.”
“He’s in the school. I can tell you where he’s hiding.”
The headmaster thought he knew this, after all, he was going to use Voldemort to train Harry Potter. But he was curious, would little Tom really betray Voldemort? He asked, “Although Voldemort is not a good man, he is your father after all. Do you really want to betray your father?”
“We are indeed father and son, but we are also rivals. He is a failed Dark Lord, and I am the future Dark Lord. He has his own path, and I have mine. We are destined to go down different paths, so I am willing to reveal his identity. But Headmaster, please promise to hand over the Philosopher’s Stone to me for research.”
“Then how can I be sure that this isn’t a conspiracy between you and your son? After you get the Philosopher’s Stone, will you give it to your father?”
“You can wait until the end of this semester, when the Philosopher’s Stone is no longer needed, and then the headmaster can give it to me.” Little Tom said, “I know the headmaster wants to train Harry Potter. Just give it to me after the training is completed. As long as the headmaster agrees, I can also help arrange training programs for the second grade to continue to improve Harry Potter’s abilities.”
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and said, “Could this also be the information you obtained through Legilimency?”
“No, this is the conclusion I came to after passing many tests. As a level to protect the Philosopher’s Stone, the knowledge in the first-year textbook is too superficial. If Harry uses knowledge from higher grades, he will not be able to pass. So I think this is Harry’s final exam.”
“You are very smart, just as smart as your father. No, your father was not as smart as you when he was in first grade. He grew up in a Muggle orphanage, while you grew up in Malfoy’s manor. Your different life experiences may allow you to think more far-reachingly.” The headmaster said, “Increasing the wizarding population and laying an electric grid is truly a remarkable idea. There is an old Muggle saying: Some people will do business that will get them killed, but no one will do business that will lose them money. Yes, the main reason why wizards don’t renovate their infrastructure and don’t introduce Muggle technology is that it is a loss-making business. To be honest, the Hogwarts train has not yet made back its investment, and no one would agree to build infrastructure now.”
Dumbledore said, “Perhaps you are right. Magic is the power to make the impossible possible, and we old people are restricted by old conventions. I will discuss this with Nicolas Flamel. If he agrees, then I will give the Philosopher’s Stone to you. As for Voldemort’s identity, I already know it, so you don’t need to tell me.”
Dumbledore did not want little Tom to betray his father, so he said, “As for the second-year test, we’ll talk about it later.”
“Okay, Principal.” Little Tom didn’t think the principal was shirking his responsibility, because the Resurrection Stone did not belong to the principal. He was just keeping it and had no right to decide whether to keep the stone or not.
“Go back and don’t miss dinner.”
“Goodbye, Headmaster.”
Dumbledore wrote to Nicolas Flamel, seeking his advice.
Nicolas Flamel respected his friend, who was much older than him, and when he gave the Stone to Dumbledore for safekeeping, it was a sign of his immense trust. He was already 665 years old and had no desires, not even for life.
After listening to Dumbledore’s introduction, Nicolas Flamel also became interested in little Tom and agreed to give the Resurrection Stone to him.
At the end of the semester, of course.
While having dinner, Harry and the others looked a little strange.
“What happened?” Little Tom was in a good mood.
“I think someone’s spotted Norbert,” said Harry.
“Discovered?”
Ron added, “It’s Malfoy, I can’t mistake his greasy blond hair.”
In the Western hair color contempt chain, black despises blond, and blond despises red.
Chapter 27 Late Night Duel (Old Version)
Hagrid’s raising of a dragon at school was seen by Draco Malfoy, and Harry and the others were worried that he would report it to the teacher, causing Hagrid to be expelled from school.
Hermione said to Little Tom, “I think the background also looks like Malfoy. Little Tom, can you go and persuade him not to tell the teacher? You are cousins, maybe he will let Hagrid go for your sake.”
Little Tom thought about it and remembered that this plot also appeared in the original book. Instead of complaining, the cousin used this secret to challenge Harry to a duel that night. Of course, the cousin didn’t have the courage to duel, so he actually wanted to ask the teacher to catch Harry wandering around the castle at night.
However, Professor McGonagall not only punished Harry, but also punished his cousin because he complained in the middle of the night.
They didn’t know Malfoy’s little thoughts and were worried that he would tell others about Hagrid’s dragon breeding.
“I’ll go talk to my cousin.”
After dinner, Malfoy stared at Harry Potter with ill intentions, and his smug look made him deserve a beating.
Little Tom found his cousin and said, “Cousin, did you see everything?”
“I saw it all. I’m going to teach Harry Potter a lesson this time.” Malfoy said happily, “I told him he doesn’t know how to make friends. That Hagrid is a fool who only wants to get himself into trouble.”
“So you will tell the teacher about this?”
Malfoy said: “I’m not so stupid as to tell the teacher that only Hagrid will be punished, not Harry Potter. I get angry when I see his smug look, and I have to punish him.”
Little Tom knew that Malfoy was going to challenge Harry to a duel in the middle of the night, just like in the original book.
Malfoy looked at his cousin and asked, “You also know that Hagrid broke the rules? So you are helping them hide it?”
“Yes, I’m helping them hide it.”
“Why, don’t you want to kick them out of school?” Malfoy asked in confusion, “Don’t you think Harry Potter is annoying? He’s always in the spotlight, everyone is surrounding him and praising him. Who is he?”
“You can’t drive him away like this.”
“Is it impossible, or you don’t want to?” asked my cousin seriously.
Little Tom said: “If it’s just a violation of school rules, the headmaster will favor Harry Potter. We must encourage him to make bigger mistakes. Cousin, do you know an old saying?”
“What old saying?”
“Those who applaud you are not necessarily your friends,” said Little Tom.
“I’ve never heard of it. What does it mean?”
Little Tom said, “I heard a story about an elder brother and a younger brother fighting for the throne. Their mother favored the younger brother, preventing the elder brother from taking action. So the elder brother kept satisfying the younger brother’s demands, which made the younger brother more and more unreasonable. Finally, the younger brother couldn’t hold back anymore and mobilized his army to rebel. So the elder brother killed the younger brother in a reasonable, legitimate and legal way.”
This is the story of “Duke Zheng Defeats Duan in Yan”. The elder brother let his younger brother go, and finally waited for him to make a mistake before killing him.
After hearing the whole story, Malfoy showed an expression of sudden enlightenment. He looked at his cousin with admiration and said, “So, if you help him make a mistake now, you are just encouraging him and waiting for him to make an even bigger mistake? Then you can send him away in one go?”
Little Tom nodded and said, “You could say that.”
Malfoy said, “My cousin is indeed smart. I am not as good as you. So I’d better not carry out my plan.”
“What’s your plan?”
“I’m going to challenge him to a duel. Of course, I won’t be stupid enough to fight him. I will find the professor and report Harry for violating curfew.” Malfoy thought his plan was very clever.
“You can continue with this plan. It’s nothing serious.”
Malfoy said, “It won’t affect your plans, will it?”
“No, you can continue.”
“Then I’m relieved. By the way, why don’t you tell Harry to go to the Transfiguration classroom alone after recess tomorrow night. See you at midnight. If he doesn’t come, I’ll tell the teacher.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you.”
Back in the common room, Harry and the other two immediately came over and asked, “How did the talk go?”
Little Tom said, “Although he won’t tell the teacher, he wants Harry to meet him in the Transfiguration classroom after nine o’clock tomorrow night. If you don’t go, he will expose this matter.”
“This must be a trap.” Hermione was a smart girl and immediately realized the problem.
But Harry said, “I have to go. I can’t let him betray Hagrid.”
Little Tom said, “Actually, the professor might not believe him. After all, it sounds unrealistic for Hagrid to raise a dragon. It seems like Malfoy deliberately framed Hagrid.” In the original book, Malfoy was punished and reported it to Professor McGonagall, but the professor didn’t believe it at all and thought Malfoy was framing him.
“It’s better to be cautious,” said Harry.
The next day, he went to the agreed classroom and waited until midnight, when Malfoy and Professor McGonagall on duty arrived.
Professor McGonagall was very angry and punished them both with after-school labor.
Malfoy still felt wronged and said, “I am the one who filed the complaint.”
“You also broke curfew by leaving the dorm during break time, so both of you will be punished.”
Malfoy wanted to tell Hagrid about raising a dragon, but when he realized that this was his cousin’s plan, he didn’t say anything. He thought to himself that it was exactly as his cousin said. This kind of small mistake could not drive Harry Potter away at all. It must be a bigger mistake, such as a dragon eating students.
Must be waiting for Harry to make a big mistake.
The two were punished by doing labor and patrolling the forbidden forest.
There has been a disturbance in the Forbidden Forest recently and some unicorns have been killed. This is a very evil thing, so Hagrid must increase patrols.
So the two first-year students were assigned to patrol the Forbidden Forest. I don’t know who made the decision, but they were really not afraid that they would be killed like the unicorn.
But that’s the arrangement.
So Harry had no choice but to enter the Forbidden Forest and face Voldemort.
Voldemort was attached to Quirrell and was very weak. He had to drink unicorn blood to replenish his nutrition.
Unicorns are holy creatures, and harming them is a very evil act.
Harry almost killed Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest, but fortunately the Centaur appeared in time to protect Voldemort.
If Voldemort ever came into contact with Harry in the Forbidden Forest, Harry’s love magic would have defeated him, but the Centaurs postponed the confrontation until the end of the term.
Little Tom knew that Harry had the magic of love, which was like a golden body protecting him, so there was no big problem.
He is still studying ancient characters, exploring non-standard magic, and researching computers to see if he can make them intelligent.
In the magical world, many things have wisdom, and props with wisdom can become very dangerous.
Computers can become intelligent and dangerous.
But powerful wizards will find a way to create a special prop of their own, such as the four wizards who founded Hogwarts. Each of them left behind a magical prop, the sword of Gryffindor, the pendant of Slytherin, the diadem of Ravenclaw, and the Holy Grail of Hufflepuff.
There is also Dumbledore and his Deluminator, which, in addition to extinguishing various light sources, can also illuminate the user’s heart.
Different props have their magical functions.
“Why do they all have to make a prop?” Little Tom didn’t quite understand, but he also wanted to give it a try. Maybe in the future there will be a story about Little Tom and the magic computer.
A powerful wizard would have a very distinctive prop, so why not a computer?
Of course, a desktop computer is too big, but a laptop is about the same size. Little Tom is planning to buy a mobile computer specifically for business elites.
Today’s mobile computers are not easy to use and are very expensive. But if you want to carry it with you, you definitely need a mobile computer.
Anyway, “Game of Thrones” is still selling well, so there is still money to buy a computer. Not only can I buy a computer, but I can also buy a house and a car, and save money for a wife.
Little Tom felt a little embarrassed to ask Hermione’s father for help again.
“I hope I won’t disturb my uncle’s work.” Little Tom said to Hermione.
“It’s okay. My father likes to help. He said that if I make a little more money, I can open my own dental clinic, hire my own doctor, and be my own boss.” Hermione said.
“It seems that my uncle is very ambitious. Then I will shamelessly ask him for help again.” said little Tom.
End of the 28th Palm Study (Old Version)
Now is a period of rapid development of laptops. Major companies are launching their own laptops, and there are many brands to choose from.
Looking at the parameters, each has its own advantages and disadvantages. Looking at the performance, each also has its own strengths.
In the end, Little Tom chose the one with the best reviews, which was the fruit company’s new model this year.
The owl carried the heavy load and delivered the laptop to the school.
“Why do wizards have to make their own tools? It seems that these tools are useless. Apart from the sword for self-defense, the pendant, the Holy Grail, and the crown don’t look unusual, and they are not needed all the time. The same goes for Dumbledore’s Deluminator, which is of no use in normal times. But these have become props to prove the wizard’s style. Why is that?” Little Tom was very curious.
“Let me try to add new functions to the computer.” Little Tom didn’t have any good ideas, so he tried it bit by bit.
“Little Tom, I think you’re a poor student. You used to be able to write such excellent novels with just a magic marker, but now you’ve bought one computer after another, but you’ve written less and less. I’m very disappointed in you.” Seamus said, “This isn’t just my opinion, it’s the opinion of all book fans. On behalf of Hogwarts fans, I’m protesting to you.”
“Book Club, what is that?” Little Tom was confused.
“Of course it’s the A Song of Ice and Fire fan club. You know how popular your novels are at Hogwarts? We also want to know what’s next for the Night’s Watch and the White Walkers, the Iron Throne, and dragons. Why don’t you write about it?” Seamus said. “The fans are all waiting.”
“You don’t pay to read my novel, but you still urge me to write. Isn’t that too much?”
“This is love. Don’t you feel everyone’s love for your work?” Seamus said, “Please give me some face. If you don’t continue, I will be under a lot of pressure.”
“What does it have to do with you?”
“I share a dorm with you, but I haven’t played a supervisory role,” said Simo.
“I’m afraid it’s no use. The end of the semester is coming soon. I have to study hard and get good grades, otherwise Professor McGonagall won’t let me into the restricted area. I’ll wait until summer vacation, then I’ll work hard and try to finish it all.” Little Tom didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He could only say that he still had a bright future in plagiarizing novels.
“Okay.” Simo also knew that the current study pressure was indeed a bit too much.
The end of the semester is approaching, and Harry Potter still believes that Snape is causing trouble, but he has no evidence.
After the exam, Harry suddenly thought of a question. Hagrid wanted a dragon egg, and someone happened to bring a dragon egg?
It seemed too much of a coincidence, so he went to ask Hagrid about the bet.
Hagrid had indeed let the cat out of the bag, provoked by the provocation.
“Hagrid, do you remember the night you beat Norbert at cards? What did the stranger you played cards with look like?” Harry asked anxiously.
Hagrid had no recollection and said directly: “I don’t know. He always wore a cloak and refused to take it off even indoors. So I didn’t see his face at all.”
Harry’s face was filled with surprise as Hagrid was playing cards with someone he had never met before.
Hagrid explained, “What’s so strange about that? The Hog’s Head, the pub in Hogsmeade, is always frequented by some peculiar creatures. That fellow might be a dragon vendor, so we have to keep it a secret.”
Feeling screwed and increasingly suspicious, Harry asked, “What did you say to him? Did you mention Hogwarts?”
Hagrid frowned as he recalled, “Maybe he did. Yes, he did. He asked me what I did for a living. I said I was a gamekeeper at Hogwarts. He asked me what animals I looked after. I told him that, and then I mentioned that I had always wanted to have a dragon. I don’t remember much after that. He just kept buying me drinks.”
“Think about it again,” said Harry.
Even with his beard, I could sense his confusion. Recalling the drunken scene wasn’t easy. He said, “Oh, right. He said he had a dragon egg and if I wanted it, we could gamble. But he had to find out if I could handle the dragon. He didn’t want it to get out and cause trouble. So I told him I could even keep Fluffy in check, so a dragon wouldn’t be much of a threat…”
Harry knew that this was the case and asked, “Is he interested in Fluffy?” He was already prepared for the worst.
“Indeed, he’s very interested. It’s rare for someone to encounter a giant dog with three heads, even near Hogwarts. I told him that Fluffy is actually very easy to deal with. As long as you know how to calm him down and play some music, he’ll fall asleep immediately…” At this point, Hagrid realized that he had been talking too much and revealed something he shouldn’t have, so he said, “I shouldn’t have told you.”
Harry turned around helplessly and heard Hagrid shouting behind him, “Forget about that. Where are you going?”
“What’s going on?” Hermione asked. She and Ron didn’t know what Harry was thinking.
Little Tom said, “That mysterious man is most likely Snape, who deliberately tricked Hagrid into revealing his secret. Think about it, it’s all too much of a coincidence. Hagrid wants a dragon egg, and the stranger happens to have one. Harry, don’t you think so?”
“Yes, I think the stranger is Snape in disguise. We have to find the headmaster and tell him the bad news. The enemy has discovered the weakness of our foolproof defense.” Harry said seriously.
“But how do we find the headmaster? We don’t even know where the headmaster’s office is.” Hermione said.
Professor McGonagall appeared at this time, and Hermione immediately asked, “Professor, we want to see Headmaster Dumbledore.”
Professor McGonagall looked at the freshmen and asked, “Why?”
Harry didn’t know how to say it, so he could only stammer, “It’s a secret.”
Professor McGonagall was unhappy. Did her own students have secrets from her? She couldn’t help but say, “You can ask little Tom. He knows where the headmaster’s office is. But you won’t be able to see him there because he received a letter from the Ministry of Magic ten minutes ago and immediately left for London.”
“Leaving school at this time?” Harry was desperate. If the headmaster was not there, who would stop Snape?
“Professor Dumbledore is a very remarkable wizard, busy with many things…”
“But this is a very important matter.”
“More important than the Ministry of Magic, Harry?”
Harry said hurriedly: “Yes, it’s about the Philosopher’s Stone…”
Professor McGonagall was shocked and asked nervously, “How did you know?”
“I think someone is trying to steal the Philosopher’s Stone,” Harry said. “I have to talk to the Headmaster.”
McGonagall said, “The headmaster will be back tomorrow. I don’t know where you got the information, but don’t worry, no one can steal the stone. It is well protected and absolutely safe.”
Foolproof refers to the protection built with first-year knowledge. If these professors use the knowledge of higher grades, although they cannot stop Voldemort, they can definitely stop Harry Potter.
“But Professor…”
Professor McGonagall said, “I know what I’m talking about. I suggest you enjoy the last few days of this semester and go outside to bask in the sun.” Then she left.
Harry said, “It’s today, it must be today. The headmaster is away, and this is Snape’s chance. If the headmaster comes back tomorrow, he won’t have a chance. Maybe the letter from the Ministry of Magic was also forged by Snape, just to deceive the headmaster.”
“What are you four doing?” Snape walked over.
Harry shut up immediately.
Snape looked at little Tom and said, “Your uncle and aunt will be disappointed. You are degrading yourself.” After teaching little Tom a lesson, he said to Harry, “Harry Potter, if I catch you wandering around the castle at night, I will expel you myself. I wish you a happy life.”
This made Harry even more suspicious of Snape.
Chapter 29 Reversal (Old Version)
Harry had to stop Snape and began giving orders, saying, “We need to know when he makes a move. Hermione, you keep an eye on him.”
“Why me?” Hermione asked.
Ron said immediately, “Of course, because you can pretend to be waiting for Professor Flitwick. You can say: Oh, Professor Flitwick, I’m so worried. I think choosing b for question 14 is a huge mistake.”
“Shut up, Ron,” Hermione said unhappily, but agreed to spy on Snape.
Harry said, “The three of us will go wait in the corridor on the fourth floor.”
But they underestimated the professor, and Professor McGonagall was worried they might act recklessly, so she waited in advance and said sternly, “I knew you thought you were more powerful than a bunch of protective spells. Enough of that, stop messing around. If you come here again, I’ll deduct 50 points from Gryffindor and 50 points from your own house.”
Upon hearing Professor McGonagall’s threat, the three of them could only return to the dormitory in shame.
Hermione also came back and said, “I’m sorry, Professor Snape asked me why I was standing at the door. I said I was waiting for Professor Flitwick, and Professor Snape said he would go get Professor Flitwick, so I ran away.”
A complete defeat.
But the more this happened, the more motivated Harry became. He was determined to protect the Philosopher’s Stone, and if it wasn’t possible during the day, then at night.
“It will be tonight, that’s for sure. The conditions for stealing the Philosopher’s Stone have been met.” Harry had a hunch.
Little Tom thought that Harry was more like Voldemort’s son, and he knew him too well. If he hadn’t read the original book, he probably wouldn’t be able to analyze this.
Harry always finds Voldemort’s weakness.
“We have to stop Snape. I’m going tonight,” said Harry.
Hermione said, “That would be against school rules and you’d be expelled.”
“I’m not afraid. I can’t let Snape get the Philosopher’s Stone. Voldemort will come back. Haven’t you heard what happened to Hogwarts when he wanted to rule the wizarding world? If Voldemort returns, Hogwarts will cease to exist, and expulsion won’t matter. He’ll raze the school to the ground, or turn it into a school dedicated to the Dark Arts. Can’t you see that losing points doesn’t matter now? Do you think Gryffindor will let us go just because we won the House Cup? If I don’t stop this in time, I’ll have to go back to the Dursleys and wait for Voldemort to come looking for me. That would only delay my death. I will never join the forces of darkness. I’m going through that trapdoor tonight, and nothing you say will stop me. Voldemort killed my parents, and I will never reconcile with him.”
I have to say that Harry is inspiring. As a treasure against Voldemort, once it comes to Voldemort, he becomes full of fighting spirit as if he has been injected with chicken blood.
Hermione and Ron were both excited, feeling that this was indeed a great thing. If Voldemort succeeded, Hogwarts would also suffer.
Hermione also knew that if Voldemort succeeded, little wizards like her from Muggle families would definitely be driven away.
Looking at the angry Harry, she whispered, “You’re right, Harry.”
“I’ll use my Invisibility Cloak,” said Harry.
“Will it cover the four of us?” said Hermione.
Harry was stunned and said, “Four people?”
“Do you think we’ll leave you alone?” Hermione said with determination, “We won’t let you go alone. I’ll go look through the books now to see if I can prepare anything for tonight.”
Harry said, “If you get caught, you’ll be expelled too.”
Hermione said, “Professor Flitwick secretly told me that I got 120 points in the Charms exam and they were reluctant to kick me out.”
Ron also said: “Even if I am expelled, it doesn’t matter as I still have three older brothers in school.”
Little Tom said, “I don’t mind studying anywhere.”
When it was night, Seamus yawned and prepared to go to sleep, while Ron, Harry and little Tom prepared to take action.
When they arrived at the common room, Hermione was already waiting.
Ron said, “We’d better put on our cloaks now and see if we can cover four of them. I don’t want Filch seeing four pairs of feet wandering around the corridor.”
Four people squeezed together and it was really hard to cover it.
Just as they were trying to figure out what to do, a voice came from the corner and asked, “What are you doing?”
It was Neville, catching Riff the Toad. He was playing hide-and-seek with his pet again.
“Nothing, Neville,” said Harry.
However, although Neville was naive, he was not stupid. He said, “You are getting ready to go out again.”
“We don’t.”
But Neville was determined to stop them: “I can’t let you lose points from Gryffindor.”
Little Tom said, “You three go ahead and leave Neville to me. I’ll explain the situation to him. The Invisibility Cloak can’t cover four people anyway.”
“Okay.” Harry saw that it was already midnight on the grandfather clock. Not wanting to waste time, he made a prompt decision and set off immediately.
Neville wanted to stop him, but Little Tom grabbed his wrist, pulled him to the fireplace, and said, “Neville, don’t be anxious, listen to my explanation.”
Neville couldn’t break free, but felt his wrists being wrapped by the python and dragged to the fireplace. He said, “You can’t break the school rules, or you’ll be expelled.”
“You’re right, but sometimes rules are meant to be broken. For example, if someone falls into the water, but there is a sign prohibiting swimming by the river. Will you obey the sign and watch others drown, or will you break the rule and go into the water to save them?” asked little Tom.
Neville was dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. After a long moment, he said, “We should break the rules and save people.”
“That’s right, Harry and the others are going to save people, so they have to break the school rules.” Little Tom said, “I hope you understand.”
Neville asked, “Who are they going to save?”
“Save all non-pure-blood wizards,” said Little Tom.
Although Neville didn’t understand, it seemed to be something very important.
Little Tom knew that as long as he mastered the first-grade knowledge, he would have no problem. Hermione’s solid basic knowledge, Ron’s wizard chess skills, and Harry’s flying skills made it no problem.
During the wizard chess game, Ron used himself as bait to win. During the logic game, only one potion could pass through the flames, so Hermione gave the antidote to Harry and asked him to go in and protect the Philosopher’s Stone.
If it was really Snape inside, how could Harry deal with it? Hermione had no choice but to trust Harry.
Fortunately, it was not Snape inside, but Quirrell and Voldemort.
When Harry saw Quirrell, he was stunned. He had always thought it was Snape. Quirrell had no presence during the semester, except for the stench on his body.
Who would have thought that he was the mastermind behind this?
Snape was suspicious of Quirrell and had been protecting Harry. It was a reversal, the final reversal.
Harry bet his broom. If he had done so, his Nimbus 2000 would have been given to someone else.
“Why is it you?” Harry imagined himself exposing Snape’s true face, but in the end it was not Snape, but Quirrell.
Quirrell said, “It’s me. I was just wondering if I’d run into you here, you nosy Potter.”
“But I thought it was Snape?” Harry was dumbfounded.
Quirrell laughed, not knowing whether he was laughing at Harry’s stupidity or at Snape’s poor popularity. He said, “Snape really doesn’t look like a good guy. He flies around like a big bat, which is very helpful to us. With him there to attract everyone’s attention, who would doubt a poor, honest Professor Quirrell?”
Harry couldn’t imagine it, and continued to struggle, “But Snape wanted to kill me. He took control of my broom.”
“No, no, no, I wanted to kill you. During the Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed over to cast a spell on Snape and accidentally bumped into me. She broke the curse I had on you. In fact, if I had held on for a few seconds, I could have thrown you off your broom. But Snape kept chanting counter-spells to save your life.”
“Snape wants to save me?” Harry’s three views were turned upside down. He was actually protected by the professor he looked down upon?
Chapter 30 Nemesis (Old Version)
Quirrell confirmed Harry’s statement: “That was the case at the time. Later, Dumbledore also took it seriously, and I couldn’t do anything. Snape is indeed unpopular, but all this is a waste of time. Tonight is your death.”
Quirrell snapped his fingers, and several ropes appeared out of thin air, binding Harry. This was wandless magic, showing that Quirrell had considerable magical power.
“You’re too nosy to be allowed to live. Before Halloween, you were running around in school, and I knew then that you’d stumbled upon me checking the mechanism of the Philosopher’s Stone.”
“You released the troll into the school?”
“Yes, I’m quite good at dealing with trolls. When everyone was rushing to look for the troll, Snape, who had long been suspicious of me, rushed straight to the fourth floor and tried to stop me. Not only did my troll fail to hurt you, but even the three-headed dog couldn’t tear Snape to pieces. What a pity.”
“Well, let’s not waste any more time, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror.”
Harry knew it was the Mirror of Erised; he had seen it himself during the Christmas holidays.
“This mirror is the key to the Philosopher’s Stone,” Quirrell muttered to himself. He felt around and tapped it, but found nothing. “Only Dumbledore can take out the Philosopher’s Stone,” he said, “but he’s in London now. By the time he returns, I’ll have left.”
Harry, trying to stall for time, said, “I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest.”
“He was watching me then, wanting to know how far I had progressed. He had always suspected me and wanted to scare me. But he couldn’t scare me, with the Dark Lord as my backer.” As he spoke, he saw the image in the mirror and said, “I saw the Philosopher’s Stone, and I am presenting it to its master, but where is it hidden?”
The Mirror of Erised allows one to see one’s inner desires.
Harry continued to divert attention and said, “But Snape always hated me so much. It was obvious to everyone.”
“He does hate you,” Quirrell said casually. “Of course he hates you. He and your father went to Hogwarts together. Don’t you know that? They hated each other to bits. But even if he hated your father, he wouldn’t kill any students at Hogwarts.”
Harry continued, “I saw you crying the other day, and I thought Snape was threatening you.”
“Sometimes it is difficult for me to carry out my master’s orders. He is a great wizard, and my magic is so weak.”
Harry said in surprise, “You mean Voldemort saw you, at Hogwarts?”
“My master is with me wherever I go,” Quirrell said. “I met him when I was traveling around the world. I was still a foolish boy at the time, with a ridiculous idea of good and evil. It was the Dark Lord who pointed out my mistake. There is no good or evil in the world, only power, and those incompetent people who cannot obtain power. From then on, I have served him loyally. But I have disappointed him many times, and he has always been very strict with me.” Quirrell said tremblingly, “He does not forgive my mistakes easily. He was very unhappy when I failed to steal the Philosopher’s Stone from Gringotts. He punished me and watched me more closely…”
Quirrell remembered that he still had work to do and couldn’t chat. He clearly saw the Philosopher’s Stone, but he couldn’t take it out.
“I don’t understand. Is the Philosopher’s Stone in the mirror? Do I need to break the mirror?” Quirrell muttered to himself. “What’s going on with this mirror? What kind of magic is this? Help me, Master.”
“Use that boy, use that boy.” A hoarse voice came from Quirrell’s body.
Voldemort has seen through Dumbledore’s magic, so he wants to use Harry.
Quirrell untied Harry and said, “Come here, look in the mirror, and tell me everything you see.”
Harry mustered up his courage, stood in front of the mirror, and said, “I see Dumbledore is shaking my hand. It must be because I won Quidditch.”
“He’s lying, he’s lying!” The hoarse, strange voice sounded again.
Quirrell said, “What did you see?”
The strange voice continued, “Let me talk to him, face to face.”
“Master, your strength has not yet recovered.”
“I still have this little bit of strength.”
Quirrell untied his turban and turned to reveal Voldemort’s face.
Harry wanted to scream, it was so weird, weirder than a troll, it was a face, but a face that made his scar burn.
Voldemort said angrily: “Now I am only a shadow, sharing a body with others. Fortunately, there are always people willing to let me enter their minds and bodies. In the past few weeks, the unicorn blood has restored some of my strength. Once I master the Resurrection Stone, I can recreate my own body. Now, why don’t you give me what’s in your pocket?”
Harry was stunned and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Voldemort said, “You’d better cherish your life and come to me, otherwise you will be like your parents, begging me for their lives in pain.”
“If you lie, my parents won’t beg for mercy.”
“How touching! I’ve always admired courage. Yes, child, your parents were very brave. I killed your father first, but he refused to surrender and challenged me. Your mother didn’t have to die, but she fought to protect you. Now you can give me the Philosopher’s Stone. Don’t let your mother’s sacrifice be in vain.”
“Don’t even think about it.” Just now, Harry looked in the mirror and saw himself. The person in the mirror put the Philosopher’s Stone into the pocket of his school uniform, and then there was an extra weight in his pocket.
Harry knew that the Philosopher’s Stone was in his pocket, but he absolutely could not give it to Voldemort, so he ran away.
“Capture him,” Voldemort ordered Quirrell.
Quirrell was an adult after all, and his stride was longer. He immediately grabbed Harry, pinned him to the ground, and grabbed his neck.
At this time, Quirrell did not use magic, but went straight to the attack, which was a huge mistake.
Harry’s scar was painful, and Quirrell’s hand began to blister.
“My hands, Master, my hands, I can’t hold him.” Quirrell said painfully, his hands getting redder and redder.
“Then kill him, act quickly, fool.” Voldemort urged, they were only one step away from victory and could not fail.
Harry realized that Quirrell couldn’t touch him, so he took the initiative and grabbed Quirrell’s hand. His scar hurt, but he refused to let go.
Pain assaulted his brain, and all he could hear was Voldemort screaming, “Kill him, kill him—”
Then he fell unconscious.
Quirrell turned into powder and Voldemort fled in embarrassment.
Dumbledore returned to the school and found Ron and Hermione. They were both fine, but Harry was unconscious.
There were a lot of rumors, after all, Harry came out from the right corridor on the fourth floor.
Ron was a big mouth, and he talked a lot about how Harry broke into the mechanism to protect the Philosopher’s Stone. The students gave Harry gifts and hoped that Harry was safe.
Harry would remain unconscious for a while, but he would not die.
Little Tom wanted to get the Philosopher’s Stone from the principal, so he came to the principal’s office again.
Seeing little Tom, the headmaster knew he was worried and said, “Your friend Harry Potter protected the Philosopher’s Stone with his own life. He almost died.”
“I know, but this is his fate. Harry will be in danger, and so will we. If the wizarding world doesn’t change, the struggle between pure-bloods and non-pure-bloods will not disappear, but will continue in cycles. Today we are classmates sitting in the same classroom, and tomorrow we will be killing each other. Only with development can there be peace and a future.” Little Tom said, “Does Mr. Nicolas Flamel agree to share the Philosopher’s Stone?”
The headmaster looked at little Tom and felt both familiar and unfamiliar. What was familiar was that he had the same opinion as Voldemort, but what was unfamiliar was that little Tom’s way of thinking was different from that of wizards, and even different from that of many Muggles.
Chapter 31 Bonus (Old Version)
Harry Potter was still in a coma, and little Tom couldn’t wait to ask the headmaster for the Philosopher’s Stone, for he was worried that the headmaster would destroy this precious magic prop.
Little Tom argued that if the wizarding world was not changed, not only Harry Potter would be in danger, but everyone would be in danger, so he had to find a way to change it without delay.
After hearing this, the principal couldn’t help but sigh: A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.
“Nicolas Flamel agreed, but he wants to know how exactly you’re going to change the wizarding world?”
“I want to study magic that can make the impossible possible, and let wizards make money from Muggles. With the money, we can renovate the infrastructure. I don’t think wizards like old and dilapidated things.” Little Tom heard Ron complain more than once that he could only inherit his brother’s old books and old clothes, even old wands and old pets.
Everything was discarded by his brother, and he wanted something new too.
Little Tom said, “Look at this castle. The toilet is broken, so I fix it and it breaks, and then I fix it again. It’s still habitable after some repairs, but except for the common room and the classroom office, which have fireplaces, the classrooms are cold in the winter and warm in the summer. They could definitely use some renovations. Also, the castle is lit by candles everywhere, and it’s pitch black. It would be much better if they replaced it with electric lights.”
“You mean communicating with Muggles?” the Headmaster asked. “Like you write novels?”
“That’s right. Muggles are millions of times richer than wizards, and they also have the most advanced technology, which can completely change the lives of wizards.” said Little Tom.
“It’s a good idea, but you should know the conflict between wizards and Muggles. Are you oversimplifying everything?”
“Whether it’s difficult or not, we’ll have to try it first to see,” said little Tom.
“Then how can I guarantee that you won’t give the Philosopher’s Stone to your father? Or use it for research on the Dark Arts?” the headmaster asked. “What guarantee can you give?”
“I can’t guarantee that. I can only say that I have no interest in the pure-blood thing. Even if I become the king of pure-bloods, I’m just a local emperor. I still don’t have the money to build a power plant, a railway… I can’t build anything. There’s no point in being a king like that.”
The headmaster understood that his motivation for exploring magic was that he felt that the magic taught in school was not enough to satisfy him, so he explored the dark arts. Little Tom, on the other hand, felt that the wizarding world was not enough to satisfy him and wanted to introduce Muggle science.
They are all dissatisfied with the status quo.
“Little Tom, I agree to give you the Resurrection Stone. But it can only be used within the school, so after you start your second grade, you can come to the principal’s office.”
“Can we only study here?” asked little Tom.
“Yes, this is Nicolas Flamel’s Philosopher’s Stone. He doesn’t want it to be used for evil. He trusts me, so I must take responsibility. I can’t let the Philosopher’s Stone out of my sight. So you can study it, but you must be in my sight.”
Little Tom knew that this was the principal’s biggest concession, so he said, “Okay, I agree.”
“Very good. I will announce to the public that the Philosopher’s Stone has been destroyed. I hope you won’t reveal the secret that the Philosopher’s Stone is still there.”
“I’ll keep it a secret.”
The principal nodded and said, “I hope we have a pleasant new school term. Now go back to your friends, they need you.”
Little Tom said, “Goodbye, Principal.”
Harry Potter was unconscious, but Madam Pomfrey said he was fine.
Three days later, Harry woke up and Dumbledore was by his side.
Harry has so much to say and so many questions to ask, and the headmaster will answer them all.
Little Tom also listened to Ron and Hermione’s story of how they passed the level, but they were missing the last part, after all, only Harry entered the flame. They were still waiting for Harry to wake up and complete the last part of the story.
“Professor Quirrell is missing, and I don’t know what happened. Snape is fine.” Ron said, “Isn’t it Snape?”
Hermione was also curious and said, “We can only wait until Harry wakes up and tells us what happened.”
After Dumbledore finished talking to Harry, Ron, Hermione, and little Tom saw him. Harry smiled with relief when he saw that everyone was fine.
“So what happened after you passed through the wall of fire? Was it Snape?” Ron asked anxiously.
“Not Snape,” said Harry. “Quirrel.”
Although everyone was mentally prepared, they were still surprised.
Ron said in disbelief, “How could it be him? Why not Snape?”
“It was indeed Quirrell. He was the one who wanted to harm me and steal the Philosopher’s Stone. He joined the You-Know-Who and shared a body with him. The You-Know-Who’s face is on the back of his head.”
Hermione said, “So he always wears a turban?”
“Yes, it’s all to conceal the existence of You-Know-Who.” Harry said with lingering fear.
“So you defeated the mysterious man again?” Ron asked with wide eyes, “One on one, you won?”
“I don’t know, I was unconscious. Rocky wanted to strangle me, but he couldn’t touch my body because he would get burned. When I found out, I took the initiative to grab his hand. My scar hurt a lot, and then I fainted.” Harry said, “I don’t know the result, but Headmaster Dumbledore said that the mysterious man had escaped and Quirrell was dead.”
“Harry, that’s awesome! You defeated the You-Know-Who!” Ron said excitedly.
“The headmaster said it was because of the magic my mother left in me, which is what the You-Know-Who fears the most.” Harry didn’t quite understand it, but he felt very happy, as if his mother had not left.
Hermione asked with concern: “How do you feel now?”
“Good, I feel fine,” said Harry.
Little Tom said, “It’s a blessing. If I had known it would be so dangerous, I should have gone with you. Maybe I could have helped.”
“You helped by stopping Neville,” said Harry.
Madam Pomfrey came over and said, “Okay, fifteen minutes are up. Now the patient needs to rest so that he can be discharged faster.”
Harry shared the snacks he received with his friends, and everyone left reluctantly.
Later, Hagrid arrived, bringing with him a photo album of Harry’s parents. This was a carefully prepared gift that Hagrid had written to an old classmate of Harry’s parents to ask for.
Harry was very happy.
The next day, Harry was discharged from the hospital. The first semester also ended, and before the end, the winner of this year’s House Cup had to be selected.
The Great Hall was filled with students, and on both sides were hung the green and silver banners of Slytherin, representing their victors from last year.
After Dumbledore arrived, everyone quieted down and the noise stopped.
“Another year has passed,” Dumbledore said cheerfully. “Before you indulge in these delicious dishes, I must trouble you all to listen to an old man’s clichés. What a wonderful year this has been! Your little brains must have been richer than before. You have a whole summer vacation waiting for you, which will allow you to digest it well and free up your brains before the start of next term. Now, we must hold the award ceremony for the House Cup. The specific scores of the Houses are as follows…”
“Fourth place Gryffindor, 312 points. Third place Hufflepuff, 352 points. Ravenclaw, 426 points. Slytherin, 472 points.”
The Slytherin students cheered loudly, and everyone clapped their hands on the table to express their joy.
Dumbledore smiled and said, “Yes, Slytherin, well done. But recent events must also be taken into account.”
The Slytherin student’s smile faded.
“I have a few final points to distribute. First, Mr. Ron Weasley, for winning the most exciting game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years. For this, I award Gryffindor 50 points.”
Little Tom heard the cheers, feeling surrounded by them. He thought this was pure bias. After all, Harry and his friends had violated the school rules first, earning them the chance to score. They should have been punished first and then rewarded, their merits and demerits offsetting their mistakes. But the principal didn’t even mention the fact they’d broken over 200 rules, only saying they’d get extra points. How biased!
Chapter 32 Summer Vacation (Old Version)
Giving Ron extra points wasn’t the end of the story; the headmaster was going to send Gryffindor to the podium of the College Cup.
“Second, Miss Hermione Granger. Facing a raging fire, she calmly performed a logical analysis. I award this to Gryffindor House 50 points.”
Hermione buried her face in her arms, crying tears of joy. She had thought she would be expelled, but she hadn’t expected to receive a reward.
“Third, Harry Potter. He has demonstrated tremendous courage and bravery. For this, I shall award Gryffindor House 60 points.”
Slytherin now has 472 points, and Gryffindor also has 472 points.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Could it be that there was no winner?
The teachers and students looked at the principal, hoping he would continue.
“There are many kinds of courage.” Dumbledore glanced at the students and said with a smile, “We need superhuman courage to deal with our enemies, but it also takes great courage to stand our ground in front of our friends. Therefore, I would like to reward Mr. Neville Longbottom with 10 points.”
Gryffindor made a stunning comeback. The Slytherin students looked ashen, and smiles shifted to the faces of the Gryffindor students.
Although Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also lost, they were happy as long as Slytherin didn’t win.
Little Tom thought that whoever won was the winner, and the extra points were whatever he said, with no standards at all.
“…which means we need to make some small changes to the decoration of the Great Hall.” He waved his wand, and the green turned to red, the silver turned to gold, and the giant snake turned into a lion.
Harry just felt light and airy, as if he had flown into the sky. It was a very happy night.
There was also good news. Harry and Ron did very well in their exams, with both receiving very high marks. Harry himself hadn’t expected such high marks, and he was even happier.
Hermione is top of the grade, and little Tom is also in the top ten, so they should be eligible for a permit to the restricted area.
In fact, the content of the exam is very simple and basically everyone can pass it. Neville also passed it.
Everyone packed their bags and prepared to go home.
“You can all come to my house and play.” Ron invited: “I will write a letter to invite you.”
“I really need something to look forward to,” said Harry. He didn’t want to stay at his uncle’s house.
Go take the train.
Draco, Delphic, Goyle, Crabbe, and Pansy all had gloomy expressions, and the victory they had felt before disappeared.
“You guys go first, see you next semester.” Seeing his cousin and sister, little Tom said goodbye to his friends.
Ron looked at little Tom’s back and said, “At first I thought he was a Slytherin spy, but after getting to know him, I found he’s a nice guy.”
Hermione said, “We shouldn’t look at a person’s bloodline, but rather his behavior. Little Tom must be suffering a lot. He has pure bloodline, but he doesn’t want to accept his fate in his heart.”
Even Neville on the side said: “He is a good man. I learned a lot from him.”
Harry looked at little Tom’s back and felt sad for his life experience.
Draco and the others were not happy with little Tom because Gryffindor caused Slytherin to lose the house cup, and little Tom also added several points for Gryffindor.
“Brother, I’m just undercover, why do you want to give Gryffindor extra points?” Delphi asked seriously.
“Sister, even if I don’t give Gryffindor extra points, what can I do if the headmaster wants Gryffindor to win? He can add points for any reason. The headmaster can add 50 or 60 points just by talking. How many questions do I have to answer or get right to get that many points?” Little Tom said. “If you ask me, we shouldn’t take the House Cup too seriously. It’s completely up to the headmaster to decide.”
Delphi said, “Indeed, the principal gave 170 points in the end. Even catching the Golden Snitch only gave 150 points. Why did he give so many points?”
“He’s just biased. Dumbledore never liked Slytherins.” Draco said angrily, “It’s really unfair. We are clearly the winners. Not only did the headmaster allow first-year students to participate in the Quidditch competition, but he also gave them extra points. I must ask my father to protest.”
Little Tom said: “Yes, reasonable demands should be made.”
Delphi asked, “You didn’t take part in Harry Potter’s adventures?”
“I didn’t participate.”
“That’s the best.” Delphi was worried that his father’s plan would fail at the hands of his younger brother. Fortunately, his younger brother did not participate.
Little Tom listened to everyone cursing Dumbledore in the carriage, took out a book of ancient texts and began to read.
During the summer vacation, little Tom received a letter from Seamus urging him to finish writing A Song of Ice and Fire. Of course, he had not forgotten to finish writing A Song of Ice and Fire, so he wrote it quickly.
Delphi is also a fan of her brother’s books, and her favorite character is Cersei. She thinks Cersei and her brother made the right choice to maintain the purity of their bloodline.
Cersei and the Kingslayer are the orthopedic siblings in the story, and the things they do are enough to cause their parents to break their legs.
Of course, for pure-blooded nobles, these are all basic operations, and bloodline is above all else.
I quickly finished the book and started studying the laptop.
“First try to convert the images in your mind into words.” Little Tom designed the magic props to help him type more efficiently.
Try different magic tricks and turn your imagination into reality bit by bit. Of course, you can’t let Lucius see Muggle objects, otherwise he will definitely go crazy.
Life at Malfoy Manor remains the same, with a strong sense of formality, and everyone’s words and deeds are regulated by the requirements of the nobility.
After a while, Ron wrote to invite Tom to visit the Burrow. Ron also said that if it was not convenient, he could not come.
He also struggled with whether to write to little Tom, after all, he lived in Malfoy Manor and was definitely not used to life at the Burrow. But as a friend, he still wrote the letter.
Little Tom knew that Lucius would definitely not agree to let him go to the Burrow. This was simply lowering his status and embarrassing himself.
The Weasley family is a negative example of pure-blood aristocracy and a typical example of self-degradation. Although their bloodline is very pure and they have a long history, they simply do not have the money to maintain the dignity of being a pure-blood.
They are all purebloods, but some purebloods are rich, and some purebloods are not. So purebloods and the like are not reliable at all.
“Bloodline is a national narrative, and wealth is a class narrative,” Little Tom said helplessly. “The wizarding population is so small, yet they’re still divided into different classes. It turns out wizards are human too, and they have all the flaws of human nature.”
“Since I’ve been invited, it would be rude not to go.” Little Tom decided to go.
In the evening, little Tom knocked on his uncle’s study door: “Uncle, it’s me.”
“Come in.”
Lucius looked at Little Tom and asked, “What’s the matter?”
“I want to visit the Weasley family. I hope my uncle will allow me.”
Lucius frowned and said, “You should improve the tastes of your fellow believers. You know the Weasley family has always had a bad reputation in the pure-blood community. They are poor, shabby, and don’t look like pure-bloods at all. If possible, I really hope to expel their bloodline.”
Little Tom said, “But their bloodline is still very pure. They are one of the ancient families.”
“This is the most annoying thing.” Lucius said, “I will not allow you to go to a place that is worse than a pigsty. You have already entered Gryffindor, and you are not allowed to make the same mistake again.”
Little Tom was not surprised. He also found that the paintings on the wall were already looking down on him. If he continued to insist, he would definitely be criticized.
“Harry Potter will be there too. I need to find out why my father failed.”
Lucius frowned and asked, “What did you say?”
“Father was at Hogwarts last semester. He was planning to steal the Philosopher’s Stone, but Harry Potter ruined his plan. Harry Potter has a strange magical protection. If Father can’t break the magic, he won’t be able to win.”
Lucius frowned and said, “I haven’t heard of such a thing.”
“Sister also knows that Father and Quirrell share a body. He is weak, but he is still alive.”
Lucius was a little scared and asked, “Did the Dark Lord ask you to investigate?”
“Yes.” Little Tom thought that his words were not working, so he decided to use some tricks to deceive others.
Upon hearing that it was the Dark Lord’s plan, Lucius immediately agreed that little Tom could go to the Burrow.
Chapter 33 The Burrow (old version)
Little Tom’s words don’t work, but Voldemort’s words do.
When Lucius heard that Voldemort was defeated by Harry Potter again, he believed that Voldemort would indeed let his son investigate the abnormality of Harry Potter.
Although he didn’t want to have anything to do with Weasley, he agreed for the sake of the overall situation.
After hearing this, Delphi said to her brother, “The Weasley family has pure blood, but it’s a pity that they have fallen into depravity. It would be a good thing if you could make them loyal to you.”
She hopes her brother will conquer the Weasley family and build power for himself.
“My dear sister, I will give it a try.” Little Tom smiled. “Perhaps I can enlighten their wisdom and make them deeply aware of the important mission that a pure-blood family should shoulder.”
“That should be the case,” Delphi said. “If the Weasley family joins our camp, they will definitely be a force that cannot be ignored.”
Unlike Delphi’s foresight, Draco completely despised the Weasley family. Although they were all pure-blooded, Malfoy was a noble and Weasley was nothing.
“You’ll smell shabby.” Draco said, “I really want to stop you from going to that place which is worse than a pigsty. I heard that dozens of people in their family live together, all squeezed into one room. I can’t imagine that scene. Moreover, there are more than a dozen people at home sharing a pair of pants. If their father goes to work and takes away his pants, the others will have nothing to wear…” He was getting more and more outrageous.
“I’ll go and witness it.” Little Tom said, “Cousin, sister, I’m leaving.”
Lucius will send little Tom to the Burrow. Although he doesn’t want to go, he has no choice but to obey Voldemort’s orders.
On the way, he warned: “Don’t forget that you are the child of the Dark Lord. Your main task is to investigate the mysterious magic of Harry Potter. Don’t get distracted and don’t try to make friends with the Weasleys. They don’t deserve to be our friends.”
“I’ll pay attention.”
Lucius parked the carriage far away and said, “Do you see that strange-looking house in front? Merlin, I was crazy to think that was a house. It’s that weird thing where the Weasleys live. Go ahead and remember my instructions.” He didn’t want to get close to the Burrow at all, as he might be infected by its shabby atmosphere.
“Okay, uncle.” Little Tom took his luggage and got off the car.
Lucius left immediately, not wanting to stay any longer.
The shabby house is a huge illegal building that is crooked. No one knows how many floors it has, but it is very tall and dangerous, and it seems like it will collapse at any time.
The Burrow is surrounded by farmland and livestock. Although Mr. Weasley is a civil servant, his family has several children to support and they also grow their own food to reduce costs.
Little Tom’s meticulous image is out of tune with his surroundings.
As you approach the shabby house, you can hear the chaotic sounds inside, women roaring, girls complaining, and boys laughing.
Knock on the door.
“George, don’t bully your sister.”
“I didn’t bully.”
“Then return Harry’s photo to her, and then go open the door. I have something to cut here and can’t leave.”
“Yes, my mother,” George said jokingly.
When he opened the door, he was dumbfounded. He obviously didn’t expect that little Tom would really come to the Burrow, and he didn’t believe that Lucius would let him come here.
“Mom, you won’t believe who’s here.”
“If it’s wizards from the Ministry of Magic checking their lettuces, tell them ours is perfectly legal local seed,” said Molly.
“Not wizards from the Ministry of Magic, but wizards from Malfoy Manor.”
“Hello, Senior George.” Little Tom said with a smile, “I received Ron’s letter, so I came here. I’m very sorry for not replying in advance. I hope I didn’t disturb you.” He deliberately didn’t write the letter to give them a scare.
Mrs. Weasley also fell silent. A kind, plump lady came over and said with a smile, “Welcome.” She felt a little reserved because the Burrow had never received aristocratic guests before and didn’t want to be rude.
“You must be Ron’s mother. It’s an honor to meet you. Here’s a little gift.” Little Tom took an imported ham from the manor kitchen as a gift.
Very affordable.
“You’re here, why bring a gift?” Molly didn’t know it was imported ham, she just thought it was ordinary ham, and then she shouted, “Ron, your classmates are here, come down quickly.”
Ron came down the stairs and said, “Is that Harry? How did he find here? I was going to pick him up.” When he came downstairs, he found that it was not Harry, but little Tom.
He was dumbfounded and asked, “Why are you here?”
Molly said reproachfully, “Didn’t you invite him? You wrote the letter yourself, and you forgot?”
Ron, of course, hadn’t forgotten, and said, “I mean, I thought you weren’t going to come. You didn’t write back.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, here I come.”
Molly said, “If Harry comes, you’ll all stay in Ron’s room. Ron, show him to your room and don’t be rude.”
“Thank you very much, ma’am,” said little Tom politely.
Molly liked this guest very much. He was cute and polite. Her own children were like wild children, which really made her worry.
Ron then led the guest to the orange room and said awkwardly, “The room is a bit small.”
“It doesn’t matter, it’s just a place to sleep,” said little Tom.
“Then you sleep here. When Harry comes, we’ll set up another bed. Hermione might come too, but I’m worried she won’t be able to find the way. After all, this place is not easy to find. I hope the Muggle driver can find it.” Ron said.
“We can go pick her up,” Little Tom said. “The Muggle driver will definitely drop her off at the nearest Muggle town.”
“I’ve never been to a Muggle town. I always go to Diagon Alley to buy things,” said Ron.
Although there were Muggle towns around the Burrow, wizards and Muggles kept to themselves, and wizards usually went directly to Diagon Alley for shopping. Ron’s family didn’t have Muggle currency, so they couldn’t buy anything there.
“Let’s go downstairs,” said Ron.
The Burrow is indeed very crowded. There is a dining room and a living room on the first floor, and both are packed with people.
There is a strange clock hanging on the wall. The hands on it correspond to each family member. The clock can show the status of each member, such as at home, at work, or in danger.
Mr. Weasley was at work right now, and the rest of the family was at home.
“Have some pumpkin juice. We grow our own pumpkins,” said Mrs. Weasley.
Little Tom took a sip and said, “It’s delicious and sweet, ma’am. You are a great cook.”
Molly smiled and said, “Drink more if you like.”
Twins George and Fred laughed.
George said, “It will do no good for you to try to please our mother like this.”
Little Tom said, “I’m just telling the truth. Pumpkin juice is really delicious.”
“Little Tom, you won’t be able to fit in with us with your politeness. But Percy might like you,” said Fred.
“Yes, yes, your politeness makes us look barbaric,” said Fred. “Since you’ve come to the Burrow, your hair shouldn’t be so neat, your clothes shouldn’t be so clean, and your shoes. My Merlin, spotless. Are you the Minister of Magic? So clean that you can use them as a mirror.”
“I’ll get used to it,” said little Tom.
Hermione wrote quickly, first saying she was sorry she couldn’t come because a relative had died and she had to attend the funeral.
Ron wrote back to express his regret and asked her if she had received Harry’s message. He wrote many letters but received no response.
Hermione wrote back saying that she hadn’t received any message from Harry either.
“That shouldn’t be the case. Why didn’t Harry write back to us? Could it be that his uncle and aunt don’t allow him to get involved in magic?” Ron began to speculate.
In fact, Dobby intercepted the letters and Harry didn’t receive any of them.
Chapter 34 Rescue (Old Version)
“I wrote a letter too, but I didn’t receive a reply. I think Harry must be having a hard time.” Little Tom also wrote a letter, but only one, because he wouldn’t receive it anyway.
Ron said, “We have to save him from those horrible Muggles.”
Fred and George had an idea. They said, “We can secretly drive away Father’s car. That car can fly.”
Ron nodded and said, “That’s a good idea indeed. If it were a flying car, we could have rescued Harry.”
“Leave it to us.”
“So do you know where Harry lives?” Ron asked.
“You can look at the map, no problem.” The twins said confidently.
Little Tom said, “Can you drive?”
“Of course. My father bought that car from the Muggle world and modified it so it can fly very fast and high. George and I have secretly driven it several times and it’s totally fine.”
“It’s illegal to modify a Muggle car.”
“So you mustn’t tell anyone,” George said. “You’re Ron’s friend, you won’t betray us, right?”
Little Tom laughed and said, “Rules are made to be broken. Can I see the speeding cars?”
“I kind of like you. You’re different from Malfoy.” The twins said in unison.
When we arrived at the garage, we saw a lot of Muggle electronic products inside. It was obvious that Mr. Weasley really liked Muggle items.
A sky blue car that looks normal, but can actually fly.
“Mr. Weasley is an amazing wizard. He can actually make a Muggle car fly.” Yang Weining admired him sincerely. He could see that the car’s parts hadn’t changed at all, yet it could still fly. And the operation method hadn’t changed either, yet it could rise and fall in the sky.
“Dad puts in a lot of effort. I think he works harder on cars than on his job,” George complained.
Mr. Weasley had put a lot of thought into it.
Little Tom nodded, thinking that he could ask Mr. Weasley how to modify the car when he had the chance.
Having decided to rescue Harry Potter, the four of them set out in the middle of the night.
“Father has to work overtime these few nights. We can wait until Mother and the others fall asleep and then set off to bring Harry back to the Burrow before Father gets off work,” said George.
“That’s it,” said Ron.
That night, after everyone fell asleep, the four people quietly came to the garage.
“Okay, no one has discovered us, the operation to rescue Harry Potter will begin immediately.” George and Fred were very excited and full of the joy of mischief.
“I can’t wait to see my parents’ faces when they see Harry Potter,” George said happily.
Set off.
Little Tom and Ron sat in the back seat, George was looking at the map in the front, and Fred was driving.
The car flew very smoothly in the air.
“I hope everything’s alright with Harry,” said Ron.
“Don’t worry, no matter what happens, tonight is the day Harry will be liberated.” said little Tom.
Whoosh, they arrived at Privet Drive, at Harry’s uncle’s house.
Harry’s room had been moved from the stairwell to a normal bedroom, but the bedroom window was now barred.
“Harry is locked up. This is not a home, this is a prison.” Ron said angrily.
Harry was indeed wronged. Everything was fine. Although it was not pleasant, it was not that bad. On the day when his uncle received the leader, his uncle asked him to stay upstairs.
As a result, Dobby appeared and attacked the company leader with floating food, causing his uncle to lose face. He did not see Dobby, but only saw Harry Potter coming downstairs against his orders, so he thought Harry was using magic to take revenge on him.
The uncle was furious and made an iron fence to lock Harry up. He didn’t want to let him out until he went to school because he didn’t want him to cause trouble.
It was supposed to be a good thing for a promotion and a raise, but it was completely messed up, so it’s understandable that he’s angry. But it really wasn’t Harry’s fault, and he’s innocent.
Dobby’s purpose was simple: he hoped Harry Potter would not return to Hogwarts.
Harry was really upset and couldn’t sleep at night. At this time, he saw a light outside the window. He opened the curtains and found a car floating outside. In the car window was the smiling face of his friend.
“Harry, we’re here to pick you up.”
Harry said, “But I can’t go out. They won’t let me go.”
“Don’t worry, I can use my car to pull open the iron fence,” said Fred.
“That will make a noise,” said Little Tom. “Let me do it.”
He drew his wand, pointed it at the iron bars and said, “Soft and limp.”
The sturdy iron fence turned into soft rubber and could be stretched open directly.
Fred was a very good driver and parked the car sideways on the windowsill.
Ron opened the car door and said, “Harry, don’t waste time, just jump in.”
“But my luggage and broom are not here.”
“Where?”
“It’s in the stairwell, locked up. They won’t let me study magic at home,” Harry said aggrievedly.
“Leave it to us.” The twins parked the car, jumped onto the windowsill, went into the room, and quietly went downstairs to the stairwell.
Harry was nervous and thought he heard his uncle coughing.
It’s midnight and everyone is resting.
Arriving at the stairwell, the twins began to pick the lock.
“You can use magic.” said Little Tom.
The twins insisted on using the Muggle method to open the lock. For them, it was a challenge and also fun. They just liked to do things that wizards were not allowed to do.
He pried open the door lock, took the luggage and quietly went upstairs and put it in the trunk.
“Is there anything else you forgot?” asked Little Tom.
Harry said, “No more.”
“Then let’s go!” The flying car whooshed away.
Harry couldn’t help laughing and said, “Tomorrow morning, when they find out I’m missing, they’ll be furious.”
It feels really good to escape from the cage.
Ron asked, “I wrote you many letters, but you didn’t reply to any of them. I knew you must be restricted.”
Harry said regretfully, “I didn’t receive any of your letters. They were intercepted by something I don’t even know. It also said it wouldn’t let me return to Hogwarts.”
“What is that?” Ron asked.
“I don’t know either. It wears a pillowcase, has pointy ears, big eyes, and is thin and short. But it can do magic and can use magic without a wand,” said Harry.
“It must be a house-elf, but why would he stop you from returning to Hogwarts?” asked Ron.
George said, “House-elves are capable of extraordinary magic, but generally speaking they only act according to their masters’ orders. I believe he was sent to prevent you from returning to school. Have you offended anyone?”
“have.”
“who?”
“Draco Malfoy. Everyone in the school knows he hates me,” said Harry.
Everyone couldn’t help but look at little Tom.
Little Tom said, “It’s true that there are house elves at Malfoy Manor, but I don’t think my cousin would stop you from going to school. After all, who would he hate if you didn’t go to school? He’s also planning on joining the Slytherin team later this year and defeating you in Quidditch. If you don’t go to school, he’ll have no rival.”
Others also thought it made sense.
“Then I don’t know who else would hate me so much.” Harry was also full of questions.
“Forget it, if you don’t know, don’t think about it. When you get to the Burrow, just have a good rest.” Ron said, “I originally invited Hermione, but she has something urgent to do and won’t be coming.”
George said, “I really envy wizards who have house-elves. They can just leave all the housework to them. It’s so easy. Isn’t it, little Tom? The elves at Malfoy Manor must be very hardworking.”
“Yes, we don’t have to do anything. The house elves will take care of everything.” He said, “You can also hire one.”
“Forget it, elves only like to live in big houses. Our small house can’t accommodate elves.”
Little Tom asked, “Harry, do you know the elf’s name?”
“Dobby, he said his name was Dobby,” said Harry.
Little Tom pretended not to know him.
Harry continued, “Little Tom, you live at the Burrow too?”
“Yes, I just lived here for a day.”
At this time, the east was already getting brighter and it was daybreak. Everyone put the car into the garage and tiptoed back into the house.
Chapter 35: Family Matters (Old Edition)
“Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley!” Just when everyone was about to quietly return to the house, pretend nothing had happened, and then happily introduce Harry to everyone.
Mrs. Weasley’s roar came from behind. She got up very early to feed the chickens and ducks. She was a hardworking rural wizard.
When she saw the flying car landing, she knew it was her son causing trouble again.
Ron said immediately, “Mom, we’re going to pick up Harry. He’s been locked up at home and isn’t allowed to study. If we don’t go and save him, I don’t know what will happen.”
Molly also saw Harry and immediately put on a gentle expression. She said, “Harry, welcome to our house.”
“Thanks.”
She looked at her son and said, “When your father comes back, I will tell him everything. You actually took risks with guests. If the Ministry of Magic finds out, your father will be implicated as well.”
The three children obviously didn’t take it to heart, as they knew very well that their father would not blame them.
Mr. Weasley returned before breakfast, worn out from a night’s work.
“It’s been a rough night. Nine houses were raided, and that old fellow, Mundungus Fletcher, tried to use magic on me while my back was turned.”
Fred poured his father some tea and asked, “What did you find?”
“Some shrinking house keys and a biting kettle. Some troublesome stuff, but it’s not my department’s responsibility. There were some very strange ferrets at the Mortlake residence, and he was taken in for questioning. That’s a matter for the Charms Experimentation Committee, not mine, thankfully.”
“Why would anyone make a key that shrinks?” George asked.
“Play a trick on those Muggles. Sell them a key, then shrink it down to nothing, and then you can’t find it when you need it. Of course, this is hard to convince anyone. No Muggle will admit that their key has shrunk; they’ll just think they’ve lost it. These Muggles will always turn a blind eye to magic, even if it’s right in front of them. You can’t trust anything that’s been enchanted by a wizard.”
“Like cars, right?” Mrs. Weasley came in unhappily.
The husband saw his wife’s expression and knew what must have happened. He said guiltily, “Molly, what car, dear?”
“Arthur, the car. A wizard buys a rusty car and tells his wife he just wants to take it apart to see what’s inside, but he actually magically transforms it into a flying car.”
Mr. Weasley blinked, not knowing what his wife was about to say. “I think you’ll find it’s not illegal, dear. Although you should tell your wife the truth beforehand, there are loopholes in the law. You’ll find that as long as you don’t intend to use the car to fly, it can fly undetected…”
If you are not discovered, it is not illegal.
“Arthur Weasley, did you write the law with a loophole so you could tinker with Muggle artifacts in the shed? And for your information, Harry arrived this morning in the car you weren’t planning to take off.”
“Harry? Which Harry?” Mr. Weasley didn’t react. He looked around and found that there was indeed a child wearing glasses. If it wasn’t Harry Potter, then who else could it be?
“Harry Potter, it’s great to meet you. Ron told us a lot about you.”
“What do you want to say about your son driving a car to Harry’s house to pick him up?” Molly asked her husband.
He asked in surprise, “Really? Does it fly well?” Realizing he had asked the wrong question, he avoided his wife’s angry eyes and said, “This is wrong, kids. It’s very, very wrong.”
Molly was angry and thought her husband was too irresponsible.
Ron took Harry and little Tom away and said, “Let them quarrel, let’s go back to the room.”
Bang! Ginny saw Harry and quickly closed the door.
“It’s not easy. Ginny is rarely this shy. She doesn’t change even when she sees little Tom. Harry, it seems she really likes you,” said Ron.
When Harry came to Ron’s room, he was very curious because there were all kinds of orange-yellow things in the room, including the bedspread, walls, and ceiling.
The walls were covered with posters of seven people, all wearing orange robes and holding brooms.
“Your favorite Quidditch team?”
Ron said happily, “Chudley Cannons, the club is ranked ninth.” Everyone likes first, so he chose ninth.
There was also a fish tank in the room with many frog eggs in it, and his pet mouse Banban was lying in the sun sleeping.
“Little Tom will sleep here, Harry, you sleep here.”
“No problem.” Harry felt the atmosphere was great.
Ron said nervously, “It’s a little small, not as big as your Muggle room. This is on the third floor, and there’s a loft above. There’s a ghoul living in it that’s always knocking on the pipes.”
Harry said happily, “This is the nicest room I’ve ever seen.”
Ron felt embarrassed, and he knew that his room was not the best.
Life at the Burrow was bustling, filled with magic. Ghouls would bang on the pipes if the rooms got too quiet, and explosions could be heard from the twins’ rooms.
Although he was frightened, Harry felt that this kind of life was pretty good. The most important thing was that everyone here liked him, would not give him a hard time, and would not ask him to do housework.
Mr. Weasley loves to pry into Muggle affairs, and Mrs. Weasley always makes delicious food.
When Mr. Weasley heard about the phone call, he would exclaim, “Muggles are truly geniuses. They’ve come up with so many clever ways to live without magic.”
Little Tom said: “Actually, if the wizard has money, he can also run electricity, telephone lines, network cables, and connect to GPS. But this is very expensive, and it is difficult for the wizard to make a profit even if he connects it.”
Mr. Weasley looked at little Tom strangely, it was hard to associate him with Lucius. There was no contempt for Muggles in little Tom’s mouth, but rather praise for them.
He liked this very much, and what little Tom said was also right. He said: “Indeed, my salary is not enough for me to buy a brand new car. I can only buy a rusty old car. Many things of Muggles are very expensive, very, very expensive.” He is the wizard who manages Muggle items and knows that many things of Muggles are ridiculously expensive.
“So the wizard has reached a bottleneck.”
“What bottleneck?” asked Mr. Weasley.
“The bottleneck is population,” Little Tom said. “The wizarding population is too small, so a lot of infrastructure is a loss for wizards. Muggles can use their population advantage to promote new technological development and upgrades. But the wizarding population is too small, so it’s not worth building a few railways, power grids, or water networks… Even if they were built, they wouldn’t pay off, so it’s better not to build them. Isolating wizards from Muggles also protects the wizards themselves.”
“That’s to protect Muggles,” Ron said. “Wizards have always protected Muggles.”
“Magical history tells us that the isolation between Muggles and wizards was actually less than two hundred years. You think it’s been going on since ancient times, but that’s not the case. It’s actually a very short time,” said Little Tom.
“This is true not just for wizards but for Muggles as well. Harry, do you know Joan of Arc?”
“Know.”
“Then do you know when Joan of Arc began to be called Joan of Arc?”
Harry said, “That should be five hundred years ago, right?”
“Wrong, she was only canonized posthumously in 1920, so it’s only been 70 years. Do you think Joan of Arc has been a saint since ancient times?”
Harry nodded. “If you hadn’t told me it was only 70 years, I wouldn’t have known it was 700.”
“It’s the same with wizards. Actually, wizards and Muggles weren’t that far apart in the past. It’s only since the Muggle Industrial Revolution that wizards have become increasingly isolated. It feels as if they’ve been isolated since ancient times, but in reality, it’s only been a hundred years. So why are wizards isolated now?”
Unbeknownst to everyone, Mr. Weasley felt that this was not a 12-year-old child at all, and his feelings were even more profound than those of the wizards in the Ministry of Magic.
Chapter 36 Dobby (Old Version)
Why were wizards suddenly isolated from Muggles?
“To protect yourself?” George asked.
“That’s right. Muggles are becoming increasingly powerful thanks to technology, and as their population grows, they can develop even more powerful technology. Wizards’ magic is powerful, but this advantage is shrinking. If wizards continue to stay with Muggles, it’s unclear whether they will study science or magic. After all, some wizards also look up at the stars and hope to explore the universe.”
“I’m afraid this statement wasn’t taught by Lucius.” Mr. Weasley was sure that Lucius would never destroy the wizards’ limelight.
“These are all my own thoughts.”
“You’re only 12.”
Harry said, “But little Tom has already written A Song of Ice and Fire. This summer, when I went back to my uncle’s house, I found that my uncle had also bought a copy. He said it was the most popular novel among his colleagues. Even Muggles like his stories about young men.”
“As for A Song of Ice and Fire, there are quite a few wizards in the Ministry of Magic who read it. I’ve read some of it, and honestly, the content is too dark, full of conspiracies and intrigues. Now it seems that these are indeed your own thoughts. I’m very curious about how you came up with these ideas.”
“My uncle taught me history. The 900-year history of the Malfoy family is very rich. Excluding those exaggerated contents, the laws of history are hidden in it, and I can summarize them.”
“I’ve also studied ‘History of Magic’, but I found it boring and didn’t put that much thought into it. You can actually see the bottleneck of wizards, which is really amazing.”
“In the beginning, I also thought wizards were more powerful, but the Malfoys’ history is that they followed the Muggle king here and were granted fiefdoms. I didn’t understand why wizards, if they were so powerful, would listen to the Muggle king. Later, after thinking about it, I realized that no matter how powerful wizards are, they can’t beat Muggles. There are too many Muggles.”
“With a large population, we can conquer cities, build railways, power plants, and install electrical lines, network cables, and telephone lines… But with a small population, wizards can only rely on magic and cannot build infrastructure.”
“You’re right. I often deal with Muggle-related things. In the wizarding world, there are many wizards who share the same idea as you. They are all obsessed with Muggle items, but they just can’t afford them. Our advantages are indeed getting smaller and smaller, but even if we know this, wizards can’t do anything about it. Unless we truly give up our wizarding identity and integrate into the Muggle world, we can’t change anything.”
“Yes, having discovered the bottleneck, wizards are helpless and can only watch the Muggles catch up and continue to pretend not to see it.”
“You are amazing children. Maybe when you grow up, you will find a way.”
Little Tom only saw the problem but had no solution. Seeing the problem but not being able to solve it is best not to say anything, as this would only open up the wound and dampen the wizard’s enthusiasm.
It’s better to let everyone believe that wizards are the best and live happily.
Daily life at the Burrow continued, and Harry was happy that they could fly their brooms in the yard.
A week passed like this, and the notice from Hogwarts arrived, requiring the purchase of supplies for the second grade.
It was time for little Tom to go home. He said, “Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, thank you very much for your care. I should go home now.”
The couple both liked little Tom very much and said, “Come and visit again when you have time.”
“Of course.”
“Harry, Ron, you guys have fun too.”
“Then we’ll meet at school, or maybe in Diagon Alley,” said Harry.
The Weasley family came to see him off and watched little Tom leave.
“He’s different from Malfoy. He reminds me of someone,” said Molly.
Mr. Weasley knew who his wife was talking about, it must be Sirius. He was also a pure-blood noble, but he entered Gryffindor and became friends with Harry’s parents, but in the end Sirius betrayed his friends.
“I hope this tragedy won’t happen again,” Mr. Weasley said gravely. “I don’t want to see friends become enemies again.”
Molly also hopes that little Tom will not become the second Sirius Black.
There are rebellious pure-blood nobles, but it is not easy to stick to one’s original intentions, after all, there are relatives in the family. Betraying relatives for the sake of friends requires unwavering perseverance.
Malfoy’s carriage was still parked in the distance. When Lucius saw little Tom, he looked him up and down and felt that his nephew already had a shabby air.
“You have to wash yourself thoroughly when you get home,” Lucius said. “Have you found out anything about Harry in this past week?”
Little Tom hadn’t actually investigated Harry. Whenever he had time, he would ask Mr. Weasley how to modify Muggle items. Mr. Weasley said to take them apart, cast a spell on the parts, and then put them back together. As for the specific spell, it was up to the imagination.
Mr. Weasley cast three spells on the car: flight, invisibility, and automatic driving.
Little Tom said, “It’s love.”
“like?”
“Yes, love. That is magic that wizards who use dark magic cannot understand.” said little Tom.
Lucius said, “I know the magic of love. There are wizards who study love in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic. It’s a very mysterious and inexplicable magic, very complex.”
“That’s a difficult problem,” said Little Tom.
Lucius said nothing and prepared to send the Dark Lord’s notebooks to all of Hogwarts. Perhaps he could use the notebooks to clean up the school and expel Harry Potter at the same time.
He didn’t tell anyone about this, only he and Dobby knew. He thought Dobby was loyal, but Dobby chose to protect Harry Potter.
Back at Malfoy Manor, Lucius immediately said, “Dobby, go and prepare the bath water.”
Dobby didn’t dare to be negligent and was busy running around.
In the bathroom, little Tom looked at Dobby and said, “I met Harry Potter at the Burrow.”
Dobby shuddered and buried his head in his work as if he knew nothing.
“Harry Potter said that a house-elf intercepted his friend’s letter and used magic to cause him to be locked up by his uncle.”
Dobby was already trembling.
“Dobby, are you cold?”
“Dobby isn’t cold.”
“Then why are you shaking?”
Dobby didn’t know how to answer.
Little Tom smiled and said, “Tell me, is your uncle going to do something? I can help you conceal the fact that he has told on you.”
“Young Master, you didn’t mean it.” Dobby pleaded.
“I don’t want Harry Potter to get hurt either, so I want to know what my uncle has prepared.” Little Tom asked, “I’m in the same group with you.”
Dobby just begged: “My young master, please forgive me.”
“You still don’t believe me because I’m the Dark Lord’s child?”
Dobby lowered his head and said nothing. It was obvious that the Dark Lord’s bloodline was destined to be evil.
Little Tom frowned. He was really stubborn, just like Dobby. He was an outlier among house elves. He was so stubborn that he gave his life to save Harry Potter.
Little Tom saw that Dobby didn’t believe him, so he didn’t force him. He said, “Go down. I won’t tell on you. Just go and protect Harry Potter as you wish.”
Dobby vanished with a whoosh.
“Tsk tsk, the magic of house-elves is really powerful. They can use magic at will without any spells.” Little Tom washed himself first.
When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Delphi burning something.
“Isn’t this my dress?” Little Tom said, “Sister, what are you doing?”
“These are the clothes you wore at the Burrow. Just burn them and buy new ones,” said Delphi.
Little Tom was speechless. Why was there such an exaggeration? He said, “Are they going to burn me too?”
“That’s different. You went there to investigate Harry’s secret. Thank you for your hard work.” Delphi thought that her brother was carrying a heavy burden and it was acceptable.
Little Tom thought that in the original book, Draco was finally cleared of all charges, but he wondered if his sister could be cleared of all charges in the same way.
Getting ready to go shopping.
Lucius’ plan was to stuff the notebook into the bag of a random young wizard and have him take it to school.
But what if the little wizard didn’t bring his notebook to school?
It can be said that the story of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets is full of coincidences. The notebook happened to be brought into the school, and the basilisk happened not to kill anyone.
Chapter 37 Knockturn Alley (Old Version)
It was Diagon Alley again, shopping for things for the second year. Books were the most common, all of them novels by Gilderoy Lockhart.
Not only the second grade, but students in all grades have to buy it, because there is only one Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for all grades.
This is not cheap, especially for the Weasley family. They have five children going to school this year, Percy, the twins, Ron, and Ginny, so they need to buy five sets of novels, which is a huge expense.
Another coincidence this semester is that the Weasleys will win the lottery, making up for this poor family.
Lucius also wanted to buy three sets. Although he didn’t mind the money, he disagreed with the teaching method of using novels as textbooks. Although these novels did contain real scenes of dealing with dangerous creatures, they were mostly narcissistic plots of the authors, with too much useless content and too little actual work.
Lucius was still taking care of Draco, and Narcissa was taking care of her two nephews.
Diagon Alley remained the same.
Little Tom thought that if the Muggle wizards and witches hadn’t come in, these shops would have to close down. If anyone had to say who had contributed the most to the wizarding world, it would definitely be the Weasley family. They had seven children, and those seven children formed their own families, bringing business to Diagon Alley.
Although the Malfoy family was aristocratic, they only had one child and their contribution to the wizarding world was limited.
The shops in Diagon Alley could not continue to operate without the participation of Muggle wizards. Without them, the annual business would be reduced by at least half, or even more.
Without half of the customers, the store might not be able to survive.
“Let’s go to Knockturn Alley first,” said Lucius.
Turning a corner from Diagon Alley, they entered a dark and depressing narrow street. Many ferocious-looking wizards stood on the street, their eyes glaring, as if the words “I am a Dark Wizard” were written all over their faces.
Arriving at Borgin and Burke’s, there was a suffocating musty smell as soon as we walked in. It felt like a tomb, not a shop.
“Don’t touch anything, children,” Lucius warned. “There are many dangerous dark magic props here.”
“I thought you were going to buy us presents,” Draco said.
Lucius said, “I’ll buy you a broom each.”
Draco said immediately, “But what’s the point of buying a broom if I’m not on the house team? Harry Potter got a Nimbus 2000 last year, and Dumbledore gave him the special license to represent Gryffindor. He didn’t deserve it at all, but because he’s the Boy-Who-Lived, everyone likes him. Everyone thinks he’s better, the wonderful Harry with his wonderful scar and his flying broom…”
“You’ve told me this at least ten times this summer. You should learn from your cousins. They never complained. I told you that most people regard Harry Potter as a hero, and it’s unwise for you to go against him.”
At this time, the hunchbacked boss came to the counter. Seeing the blond man, he immediately smiled and said, “Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy, and the young master and young lady, it’s an honor to meet you. What would you like to buy today?”
Lucius said, “I’m not buying anything today. I’m here to sell something.”
Borgin and Burke’s smile disappeared immediately.
Lucius pretended not to notice and said, “As you know, the Ministry of Magic has stepped up its searches recently. I have some things at home that might cause me inconvenience, and it would be bad if the Ministry came to investigate. I have a list here.”
He handed it to the boss.
“I doubt the Ministry will disturb Malfoy Manor, sir.”
“Not yet. My family still has some prestige. But the Ministry of Magic is becoming more and more nosy and is even going to introduce a new Muggle Protection Act. It must be that sloppy Arthur Weasley who’s causing all this…”
Little Tom looked around in the black magic shop and saw a lot of strange things, such as hand bones, skulls, and some inexplicable mummies…
It seems that all the products are related to death.
Draco was also curious and wanted to touch everything.
They didn’t know Harry Potter was hiding in the shop. While using Floo powder at the Weasleys’, he mistook Diagon Alley for Knockturn Alley and flew out of Borgin’s fireplace. He didn’t know where he was, so he had to hide. Unexpectedly, he ran into the Lucius family selling something, and even heard them badmouthing the Weasleys.
Draco became interested in a mummified hand and asked, “Can I see this?”
“The Hand of Glory, with a candle inserted in it, can only see the light if it is held. It is the best friend of thieves and robbers. Master, you have a really good eye.” He tried hard to sell.
Lucius said unhappily, “I hope my son will be more capable than a thief or robber.”
“That’s not what I meant.” The boss said embarrassedly.
Lucius said, “But his grades haven’t improved, so maybe he can only do those things.” Obviously, he was also worried about his son’s grades. Fortunately, his two nephews’ grades were pretty good.
Draco said, “It’s not my fault. The teachers are biased.”
“A girl born in a non-wizard family is better than you. I thought you would be ashamed.” Lucius said dissatisfiedly.
Little Tom gave his cousin a look to tell him not to talk back.
Draco could only sulk.
Borgin said, “It’s the same everywhere. Wizarding blood is becoming less and less valuable.”
Lucius said, “I don’t think so. The bloodline of a pure-blooded noble is priceless. One day I will prove it to the world.”
“I think so, sir.”
Lucius said, “Let’s continue with the list of questions. I don’t have much time and I have other things to do.”
Next comes the bargaining.
The three children looked around, and little Tom discovered that these magic props had all killed people, as if killing people could enhance the magic power.
“Do not touch it. It has been cursed and has already claimed the lives of 19 Muggles.” Draco read the description of a necklace.
Harry was very nervous, afraid of being discovered. He was hiding in a cupboard. If someone opened the door, they would see a boy with glasses and a dirty face.
Fortunately, Lucius had finished his business talk: “Come to the manor to pick up the goods at noon tomorrow. I’ll leave first.”
“Goodbye, sir, madam, young master, young lady. You are always welcome to come back.” Borgin said flatteringly, but after the guests left, he immediately put away his smile and said angrily: “Haha, the dark magic props in Malfoy Manor far exceed the list. The list is only half at most. No one will sell the real good things. You just want people to mistakenly think that you have sold all the props. What a cunning noble.”
The boss went to work, and Harry quietly slipped out of the store.
This is Knockturn Alley, with black magic shops on both sides, and either skeletons or spiders. The wizards here are all very gloomy, as if they will pounce on and bite people if they disagree with them.
He was terrified, but fortunately, before being entangled by these dark wizards, Hagrid appeared. Hagrid is always like a savior, just like last year and this year, appearing when Harry needs him.
“Hagrid! I’m lost, Floo fan,” Harry said incoherently.
Hagrid didn’t waste any time and took Harry back to the familiar Diagon Alley.
“Tumbledown Alley is not a nice place, Harry. It’s best not to let anyone know you’ve been there.”
Harry said with lingering fear, “I’m lost. What are you doing in Knockturn Alley?”
“I’m trying to find a pesticide to repel carnivorous slugs. They’re destroying all the cabbages at school. It’s a pity Norbert doesn’t like slugs, otherwise I wouldn’t use pesticides and would just catch them and give them to Norbert as snacks.” Hagrid said, “You’re not alone, are you?”
“I’m staying at the Weasleys’ house now, but I don’t know where they are.”
Hagrid accompanied Harry to look for someone and asked about his summer vacation. He was very angry when he heard that Harry was detained by Muggles and could not reply to his letter.
“Harry.”
“Hermione?”
“Harry, are you going to Gringotts? I need to exchange some money.” Hermione also came shopping and met Harry.
“When I find Ron’s family, I’ll go too.”
Chapter 38 Conflict (Old Version)
Everyone stood in Diagon Alley, which was not very big and they soon met each other.
“My mom is so worried.” Ron said, “Where did you come from?”
“Knockturn Alley,” Hagrid answered.
“That’s great.” The twins said happily.
Ron also said enviously: “The adults won’t let us go.”
Hagrid said loudly, “You’d better not go. Well, I’ll be off first. See you at Hogwarts.”
When they went to Gringotts, Harry said, “Guess who I saw in Knockturn Alley? The Malfoys.”
Mr. Weasley immediately asked, “What did Lucius buy?”
“He didn’t buy anything. He went to sell something.”
Mr. Weasley said, “He’s scared. I really want to get evidence that he’s breaking the law.”
Mrs. Weasley said worriedly, “Arthur, the Malfoys are not easy to deal with. There’s no need to go against them.”
“You think I can’t beat Lucius?” Weasley said unconvinced, but he quickly went to chat with Hermione’s parents. Muggles were the best bait.
The Weasleys also needed to withdraw money, otherwise they would not have enough to buy five sets of textbooks. They went to the vault with Harry.
Hermione and her family exchanged currency at the counter.
After leaving Gringotts, the adults went shopping and the children had an hour of free time.
“Meet at Flourish and Blotts in an hour. No going to Knockturn Alley,” Molly said.
On the other side, Lucius brought the child to the flying broom shop.
“There are new brooms this year, the Nimbus 2001, the Comet 290, and the Seven Stars Sweep…” Draco was dazzled by the choices.
“You can choose the broom you like,” Narcissa said gently to her nephew.
Little Tom wasn’t interested in speed; he preferred a comfortable seat and a stable flight. He said, “The Moon Dream is good. This year’s new model is the Moon Dream Zero, which has a wider seat cushion and adjustable footrests. Although it’s slow, it’s a stable flight.”
“It’s too slow. I want to play Quidditch and need to fly faster. I want the Nimbus 2001.” Draco said, “I want to be faster than Harry Potter.”
The Nimbus 2001 is definitely the fastest broom this year, but it’s also very expensive.
Draco was going to join the team, and Lucius decided to support the Slytherin broom, with each member having one so that Draco could become a Seeker.
As for little Tom, he finally chose Tsuki no Dream Zero, and Delphi also bought a Nimbus 2001.
The broom shop offers door-to-door delivery, with delivery tomorrow.
“Go buy some books.”
Before I even got to the store, I could hear the bustling commotion of reporters and people taking photos.
“It’s Harry Potter again. He’s the one who steals the show wherever he goes.” Draco said sourly when he saw someone taking a photo with Harry.
“He doesn’t want this either.” Ginny, who was standing next to him, immediately defended Harry after hearing this.
“Potter, you found a girlfriend?” Draco said jokingly.
Ginny’s face immediately turned red like an apple.
Draco continued, “The Weasleys are here too! I thought you only used hand-me-downs. I bet your parents are going to starve for the next month.”
Ron was furious and was about to take action.
Mr. Weasley grabbed him and said, “What are you doing? Everyone here is crazy, let’s get out.” He didn’t want to engage in a meaningless fight.
But when Lucius saw Arthur, he also said mockingly, “Oh, Arthur Weasley.”
Arthur said coldly, “Lucius.”
They are both famous pure-blood wizards, but they are incompatible.
“I heard you’re very busy with official duties, with so many raids. I thought the Ministry of Magic should give you overtime pay.” He unceremoniously pulled out a worn copy of the ‘Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration’ from Ginny’s dry pot and said, “It seems there’s no overtime pay. If you can’t even get a good salary, what’s the point of being a trouble-making wizard scum?”
Weasley blushed even redder than Ginny did and said, “We have very different ideas about wizarding scum.”
“Look at the friends you’ve made.” He saw Granger’s father.
Little Tom coughed and said, “Mr. Granger is my partner, uncle.”
It was only at this time that Mr. Granger looked at little Tom. Although he had heard his daughter say that little Tom was a handsome boy, he was still surprised when he saw him for the first time. This boy really stood out from the crowd.
Lucius said to his nephew, “You’d better not be like the Weasleys. They will fall to the extreme.”
Weasley couldn’t help it anymore and rushed towards Lucius.
The twin brothers were happy and shouted, “Beat him, beat him, daddy come on.”
Molly yelled, “Arthur, don’t do this.”
Narcissa immediately protected the three children behind her to prevent them from getting hurt.
Customers who had come to buy Lockhart’s autographed books backed away, and bookshelves were knocked over.
The clerk said helplessly: “Guests, please be kind and stop fighting.”
“Get out of the way.” Hagrid came and separated the two men. “You shouldn’t fight in front of children.”
Lucius was hit in the eye by the book and his hair was all messed up. He threw the old book in his hand back into Ginny’s dry pot and said, “Little girl, take your book. This is the best thing your father can give you.” After that, he left angrily.
“The Malfoys have bad blood, and they are all hopeless,” said Mr. Weasley.
On the other side, Lucius said sternly to little Tom, “You should have seen by now that the Weasleys are pure-blooded scum, barbaric, shameless, and hostile to the rich. Arthur Weasley is deliberately targeting me and is not hesitant to accuse me of committing a crime. You’d better keep your distance from their children in the future.”
“Uncle, we haven’t bought our books yet,” said little Tom.
“Go buy them,” Narcissa said, “and then meet us at the Leaky Cauldron.” She had to comfort her husband.
Free time.
Draco said, “You see, the Weasleys are all violent.”
Little Tom said nothing.
Go back to the bookstore and buy books.
The clerk was sorting, waving his wand and putting the scattered books back in their places.
Lockhart, also maintaining order, said with a smile, “This matter will definitely be in the Daily Prophet. A photo of Harry and I will also be published. Everyone must read it.”
In the bookstore, in addition to Lockhart’s novels, there is also “A Song of Ice and Fire”, which is not published by a wizard publisher, but by a Muggle publisher.
The bookstore owner purchased it from the Muggle world because too many wizards inquired about it, so he bought it specifically to make money.
The sales of “A Song of Ice and Fire” are not inferior to Lockhart.
“You must be the author of “A Song of Ice and Fire”. I’ve heard of you. Please sign your autograph for me.” A wizard recognized little Tom.
When the witch saw little Tom, her maternal love overflowed immediately. Compared with the greasy man Lockhart, little Tom looked fresh and natural. He was simply a killer for housewives.
Lockhart took one look and immediately said, “So you’re the young author who wrote A Song of Ice and Fire at Hogwarts. Let’s take a photo together.”
This guy wants to take pictures with celebrities whenever he sees one, while the heat is on.
Little Tom smiled slightly. The photo would cause a sensation in the wizarding world and make countless witches become his fans.
With a high nose bridge, deep eyes, and thin lips, he was 12 years old and very popular. Standing next to him, Lockhart looked like an incurable greasy man.
“We’ll meet at Hogwarts, and we must discuss the craft of writing then,” said Lockhart.
“I’m looking forward to it.” said little Tom.
Delphi didn’t like these witches approaching her brother, so she took him away and said, “These witches are so shameless.”
“I think it’s great. It’s a good thing that my cousin is so popular.” Draco smiled. “He wrote A Song of Ice and Fire in his first year. He’s a genius. They should accept little Tom’s rule. Do you want some ice cream?”
He had no sense of crisis at all. Even when his father reminded him to improve his grades, he didn’t take it seriously. He was truly carefree.
Draco’s childhood must have been happy. His parents’ criticisms were mild and never put any pressure on him. He always envied Harry Potter for his fame, but he didn’t realize that he didn’t appreciate the blessings he had.
If he were to switch places with Harry Potter, I wonder if Draco would still be so optimistic.
Chapter 39: Speeding Car (Old Version)
Back at Malfoy Manor, they prepare for their lessons, but Draco and Delphine prefer to play Quidditch.
With the new Nimbus 2001, they can fly faster, but it’s also more dangerous. If they fall, they’ll definitely have to go to the hospital.
But Draco didn’t care about that. He was determined to join the school team, to become a seeker, and to be in the spotlight. The reason he didn’t like Harry Potter was because Harry Potter always wanted to be in the spotlight.
Not only did Harry get the spotlight, but the professor was also partial to him and only gave him mild punishments. This was because Harry Potter had to fight Voldemort, and these preferential treatments were earned at the cost of his life.
Draco only saw Harry being in the spotlight, but he didn’t see that his entire family was dead, nor did he see Harry’s miserable childhood.
After a while, school was about to start again.
It is still the familiar King’s Cross Station.
After the Malfoys left, Dobby immediately went out to protect Harry Potter.
Harry and Ron were unlucky and crashed into the wall. Seeing that the train was about to leave, they had no choice but to return to the flying car and use it to go to school.
Act first and think later, that’s how reckless it is.
Obviously they have many options, such as waiting for their parents to come to them, or writing a letter to the school.
If you really want to go to school, the Hogwarts Express isn’t the only way. After all, the history of schools is older than trains. Before trains existed, wizards also had to go to school. There were other ways.
But Harry and Ron were both men of action, so instead of thinking of other solutions, they decided to implement the one they had. Since they had flying cars, there was no need to worry.
Little Tom was sitting in the box while his sister and cousin were discussing Quidditch tactics. Both of them could make the Slytherin team this year.
“What a pity! Otherwise, the three of us could have joined the house team together.” Draco said, “Because of Harry Potter, we are in different houses. In my opinion, the school should expel Harry Potter.”
“Even if you’re expelled, Harry Potter won’t be expelled. My uncle is right. Everyone treats Harry Potter as a hero now. The professors and the headmaster are all partial to him.” Delphi said, “At the end of last semester, Harry Potter clearly broke the school rules, but he still got extra points. I think we should stay out of his spotlight for now.”
“I’m not afraid of Harry Potter,” Draco said.
Little Tom said, “I think you can’t just focus on Quidditch. You should also spend some time studying.”
Draco said, “I’ll leave the study to you. Delphi and I will be your left and right guards. The most important thing is fighting ability. We will use Quidditch to strengthen our bodies and defeat the enemy for you.”
The child prefers sports to study.
Even the girl Delphi prefers sports and makes herself sweat.
Although little Tom also plays Quidditch, he does it just for the sake of it. Compared with Draco and Delphic, he is like a sick person and has absolutely no energy that a child should have.
Children have more energy than they can use up.
The train whirred forward, and no one noticed that Harry and Ron were missing. Mr. Weasley, on the other hand, noticed that his flying car was missing, but he didn’t immediately realize the seriousness of the problem.
“Maybe the car left on its own.” Mr. Weasley thought the car had its own ideas, but he didn’t expect that the two children had driven away the speeder and were chasing the train.
Little Tom sat quietly in the box and arrived at the school at dusk.
“First years, follow me. The rest of you, go to the carriages outside the platform,” Hagrid shouted.
It’s a little distance from Hogsmeade to the school, but you can take a carriage.
“Cousin, sister, see you in class.” Little Tom went to find his Gryffindor classmates.
Delphine frowned, because little Tom was looking for Hermione Granger. What was so attractive about this girl with thick curly hair and a pair of front teeth? She hoped that little Tom was just admiring her grades, after all, she was the top student in the whole grade.
“Have you seen Harry and Ron?” asked Hermione.
“No,” said Little Tom. “I’m sorry, my uncle is too arrogant.”
“Haven’t you already written to my father to apologize?”
“But I still want an apology in person,” said Little Tom.
“My father doesn’t blame you. After all, you are you and Malfoy is Malfoy. I don’t blame you either. What happened to Harry and Ron? Did they miss the train?”
Little Tom said, “If they didn’t catch the train, Mr. Weasley would certainly have found other ways to get them to school, such as Apparating.”
“I hope so. Let’s get in the car.”
We took a horse-drawn carriage and slowly arrived at the school. It was already dark.
Go directly into the auditorium and start the sorting ceremony.
“Harry and Ron really missed the train. I hope they are okay.” Harry was not seen in the hall either. Something must have happened.
The headmaster also noticed that Harry was not in school and became a little worried.
After the sorting began, Harry and Ron also arrived, but Ron had not yet mastered the landing skills and did not know how to land safely.
The speeding car hit the Whomping Willow directly, and the crackling willow branches whipped the car.
The car couldn’t bear it anymore and ejected the two people and their luggage directly, disappearing in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.
Harry and Ron were in a state of panic.
However, the two felt that they were lucky. They looked inside the window of the auditorium and found that the sorting ceremony had not yet ended.
Ron said, “With luck, we won’t miss dinner.”
Harry looked towards the professor’s seat and saw that Snape had disappeared. He said, “There’s an empty seat in the classroom. Where is Snape?”
“Maybe he’s ill,” said Ron.
“Maybe he left because he didn’t become the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.”
Ron guessed happily, “Maybe he got fired and everyone hates him.”
“Maybe.” A cold voice sounded behind them, saying, “He’s waiting for you two students who didn’t get on the school bus to explain why.”
Snape suddenly appeared behind them, darker than the night, and caught the two students who violated the rules without anyone noticing.
“Follow me.” Snape smiled, already thinking about how to punish the two students.
Went straight to Snape’s office instead of going to the warm hall.
“The famous Harry Potter and his good friend Weasley thought the train ride wasn’t exciting enough and wanted to have something exciting, right?”
Harry quickly explained, “No, it’s because of the platform at King’s Cross Station, it…”
Snape said, “Quiet, what did you do to the car?”
Snape opened today’s Evening Prophet and said, “You have been seen. Look at ‘Cars Fly, Muggles Amazed’. Two Muggles were convinced they saw an old car flying over the post office building. Six or seven other Muggles reported the incident to the police. Weasley, I remember your father worked in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department, haha, and his son broke the law knowingly.”
Harry and Ron both looked horrible, as if they were about to throw up, even though they hadn’t eaten lunch.
Snape continued, “While inspecting the gardens, I discovered that one of the prized Whomping Willows had sustained considerable damage.”
Ron said, “That tree did more damage to us.”
“Be quiet. What a shame, you are not Slytherin students. I don’t have the authority to expel you. I will go find the person who actually has this power. Just wait.”
After Professor McGonagall completed the sorting ceremony, she was called to Snape’s office.
She lit the office stove and asked seriously, “Explain.”
Starting from the fact that the platform wall was impenetrable, the two of them wanted to tell all the details.
“There’s nothing we can do, Professor,” said Harry. “We can’t get on the train.”
Professor McGonagall said, “Why not send an owl to the school?”
Harry was dumbfounded. He hadn’t thought of contacting an adult at that time. He could only say awkwardly, “I didn’t think so.”
“That’s easy to imagine,” said Professor McGonagall.
At this time, someone knocked on the door and the principal came.
Chapter 40 Punishment (Old Version)
Dumbledore entered Snape’s office and asked, “Why are you doing this?”
“Let’s go pack,” Ron said desperately.
“What did you say?” asked Professor McGonagall.
“We’re expelled, aren’t we?” said Ron.
Dumbledore said, “Not today, but I must make you aware of the seriousness of your actions. I will write to your families tonight and warn you that if you behave like this again, I will have no choice but to expel you.”
Snape reminded: “Headmaster, these two students ignored the law restricting the use of magic by minors and caused serious damage to a precious Whomping Willow. They also allowed Muggles to witness the magic, which is extremely bad in nature.”
“Let Professor McGonagall decide how to punish the students, Severus,” the Headmaster said. “She will make the arrangements. I must return to the banquet as I have a few announcements to make. Severus, you should return to the Great Hall as well, and don’t miss the custard tart; you will love it. I will definitely try it anyway.”
Snape was disappointed.
Professor McGonagall said, “Weasley, you’re bleeding, go to the infirmary.”
“I want to see my sister’s sorting ceremony.”
“The ceremony is over and she’s in Gryffindor.”
Harry asked, “School hasn’t started yet, so we shouldn’t lose points for driving the speeding car, right?” He had a strong sense of honor.
Professor McGonagall said angrily, “I won’t take points from Gryffindor, but I’m going to lock you up here.”
Although they were imprisoned, Professor McGonagall still used her wand to conjure up sandwiches and iced pumpkin juice and said, “You can eat here and go back to the dormitory directly after eating.”
She also has to go back to the party.
Ron whistled happily and said, “I thought it was over.”
Harry was hungry and said as he ate, “Me too.”
Ron said, “We’re unlucky. Fred and George flew over five or six times and never got spotted by Muggles. We just couldn’t get through the wall, and now everyone knows about it. We’re really unlucky.”
“We have to be careful,” Harry said.
Ron said, “We really shouldn’t be too high-profile. Professor McGonagall certainly doesn’t want us to show off. It’s not something to be ashamed of.”
It is obvious that the two of them did not realize the seriousness of the problem at all.
After eating, they went back to the dorm, but they didn’t know the Fat Lady’s slogan.
Fortunately, the party was over and everyone came back.
Rumors spread quickly, and everyone knew that Harry and Ron came to school in a flying car, and the students were very envious.
Everyone cheered and praised.
The twins even hoped that Ron would ask them to ride in the flying car together, which they thought was not a big deal.
Only Percy was serious. He knew that this matter could be a big deal. If someone took advantage of it, his father might lose his job. His younger brother was too immature.
Even Neville admired him.
Seeing that Seamus, Neville, and the seniors all admired him, Harry finally felt that this matter was no big deal and relaxed.
Little Tom said, “I got you some food. Eat it.”
“Thank you.” Harry saw that it was a pudding cake and immediately felt that he could still eat it.
Ron was reluctant, after all, his father had a conflict with Tom’s uncle.
Little Tom said to Ron, “I hope our friendship won’t be affected by the adults’ affairs. My uncle is just blinded by his noble status.”
Ron looked at the food prepared by little Tom and said, “As long as you don’t become like him, one Malfoy in the school is enough.”
“I will try my best.”
“Eat and go to sleep.” Ron also ate little Tom’s food, which was considered as accepting the apology.
The next day, Harry felt that everything was over. Although he had violated the school rules, no one thought it was a big deal, and he also felt that it was not a big problem.
But in the morning, an owl brought a red envelope.
Ron’s face fell.
“No……”
Hermione didn’t understand what the red envelope was, so Little Tom explained, “It’s a Howler.”
“What’s the problem?” Harry asked.
Neville said, “You’d better open it, Ron. Not opening it is even worse. Gran sent it to me once and I ignored it, and the result was horrible.”
“So what are Howlers?” Harry asked.
There was no answer, as the letter was already smoking. Neville warned, “Open it quickly, there’s no time.”
Ron tore open the envelope tremblingly, and Neville covered his ears with his hands as he knew how to do.
Harry was still wondering when his ears were bombarded with shells. The sound was so loud that the whole hall could hear it clearly, and even the dust on the ceiling fell.
Little Tom had to cast a small spell on himself to restore the sound to normal. Seeing Hermione also covered her ears, he cast a spell on her as well.
“You stole the car. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were expelled from school. Just wait and see how I deal with you. You’ve never imagined how your father and I felt when we found out the car was missing. Your father was nearly ashamed to death after receiving Dumbledore’s letter yesterday. We worked so hard to raise you, but we never thought you would do such a thing. You and Harry almost lost your lives. It’s infuriating. Your father is under investigation at the Ministry of Magic, and this is all your fault. If you don’t behave yourself, we will take you home immediately.”
The letter burned and turned to ashes.
Someone laughed, obviously gloating over the misfortune.
Hermione closed Traveling with Vampires and said, “You should know the consequences of making mistakes.”
Ron said unhappily, “Don’t tell me I deserved it.” He felt he was in the right place. It was clearly the wall that had the problem, and he and Harry had simply chosen a solution. Wasn’t that a successful one? He didn’t understand why his parents would criticize him.
Harry felt so guilty that he couldn’t eat.
Professor McGonagall came to distribute the second-year class timetable. The first class was Herbology, which was taken with Hufflepuff.
“It’s the wall. Why do they keep insisting we take the flying train?” Ron said. “They should check the platform. There’s something wrong with it.”
Little Tom said, “Things will break down over time. It’s really time to update the wizard’s infrastructure.”
Ron said, “That’s right, just like my old wand, which has broken into two pieces. And my pet Scabbers is also sick. Things will break down over time. School didn’t teach us to write letters when the platform is broken. How can you blame us?”
Harry said, “I’m afraid the adults won’t believe us and think the platform is broken.”
Ron said helplessly: “Adults are always unreasonable.”
Go to the greenhouse for class.
Harry saw the Herbology teacher bandaging the Whomping Willow with a bandage, and felt even more ashamed.
There was a greasy man named Lockhart beside the Herbalist, who wanted to get his hands on everything.
The herbalist, who had been working with mud all the time, had mud all over her hands, even under her fingernails, and her clothes were filthy. She said, “Greenhouse No. 3.”
Last year they were in Greenhouse No. 1, and the second graders will be moving to the more dangerous Greenhouse No. 3.
Lockhart’s eyes lit up when he saw Harry Potter and he said, “Do you mind if I talk to you for a few minutes, Harry? I might be a few minutes late.”
Regardless of the Herbology teacher’s disapproving expression, Lockhart cheekily said, “Thank you.”
Pull Harry away.
Harry was helpless.
Lockhart grinned and said, “Harry, Harry, Harry, I’ve never been so surprised. Flying to Hogwarts in a car?! When I heard the news, I immediately realized why you did it. It’s obvious, Harry, Harry, Harry, I gave you a taste of fame, didn’t I? It made you addicted. You and I were on the headlines, so you can’t wait to do it again.”
“I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense…” Harry chose to drive only because he couldn’t get through the platform wall.
Chapter 41: Fame (Old Version)
Harry wasn’t after fame; he just wanted to solve a problem, and flying cars were just one solution. Even though adults might not like it, it certainly had nothing to do with being in the spotlight.
Lockhart grabbed Harry’s shoulders and said, “Harry, Harry, Harry, I understand. It’s normal to want a second taste after the first. It’s all my fault for letting you get a taste of it and letting it get to your head. But young man, you can’t start driving fast and trying to attract attention now. Calm down, okay? There’s plenty of time for that when you grow up.”
Harry had no idea what he was talking about.
Lockhart continued to himself, “I know what you’re thinking, ‘That’s easy for him to say, since he’s already an internationally renowned wizard.’ But I have to tell you, Harry, when I was twelve, I was just as ordinary as you. In fact, more ordinary. I mean, you’re known by now, aren’t you? And He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named thinks highly of you. Of course, I know that’s not as impressive as winning the Witch Weekly Award for Most Charming Smile five times in a row, but it’s a start, Harry.”
With that, Lockhart left.
Back in the greenhouse, everyone has started learning about the ‘mandrake,’ a plant with rhizomes that resemble tiny babies and squeak when they are moved.
If you don’t wear good soundproof earmuffs, you will be knocked unconscious or even killed by the shrill screams.
Today I really had a fight with noise. In the morning there was a howling letter, and the first class was the mandrake, which can kill people.
However, this grass is a component of many antidotes, so it must be cultivated despite the dangers. Fortunately, the mandrake sea in the third greenhouse is very young, and its cry can only cause coma, not death.
Hermione answered the question and confirmed that little Tom was right, that wizards always walk with danger.
“Everyone has a pair of earmuffs. When you put them on, I want you to cover your ears tightly. When it’s time to take them off, I’ll raise my two thumbs. Remember, it’s very important to see the thumbs before taking them off. Okay, put on your earmuffs now.”
Today’s job is to change the growing mandrake to a bigger flowerpot and fertilize it with dragon manure.
But the mandrakes would resist, and it was physical work for a 12-year-old, with his clothes covered in mud.
Ron’s wand was broken and even magic tape couldn’t repair it. He couldn’t imagine how he would get through this semester.
The second class was Transfiguration, and Ron was annoyed because his wand couldn’t complete the lesson.
Harry suggested that he write to his parents and ask them to spend money on a new wand.
Ron thought it was useless and didn’t want to get a second Howler.
In the afternoon we have Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Hermione had been reading the novels that formed part of this year’s curriculum.
“To be honest, I think little Tom’s novel is more exciting. Professor Lockhart’s novel is too petty.”
“The professor’s stories are all based on real events. Little Tom’s novels are all fictional, so they can’t be compared. There’s no Iron Throne in the world, but there are vampires.”
Novel fans on both sides began to quarrel, each thinking that the novel they liked was the best.
While eating, Harry’s little fanboy Colin Creevey came over to take pictures.
This first-year student is a huge fan of Harry Potter and knows everything about Harry. He said, “If I use the right developer, the photo can move. Until I received the notice, I didn’t know that what happened to me was magic. My dad is a milkman and he doesn’t believe in magic schools, so I want to take a lot of photos for him. Can you let me take a photo?” Colin looked at Harry pitifully.
Draco came over and said loudly, “Everyone line up, Harry Potter is going to give out signed photos.”
Harry immediately said, “I didn’t, shut up.”
Colin said, “You’re jealous.”
Draco raised his voice and said, “Why are you jealous? I don’t want to have an ugly scar on my head. I don’t think being hit in the head makes you special. I don’t believe it.”
Ron cursed, “Eat slugs.”
Crabbe and Goyle said, “Watch your words, Weasley.”
Malfoy sneered, “Don’t get into trouble again, or your mother will take you home. Weasley wants your autographed photo, Potter. Maybe your photo is worth more than his house.”
Ron angrily pulled out his wand, which had been patched with duct tape.
“What’s going on? What’s going on?” Lockhart strode over, his cyan robes rustling. “Who’s sending out autographed photos? A couple’s photo would be perfect. We can both sign it.”
Colin saw Lockhart asking him to take a picture and immediately picked up his camera.
After the photo was taken, Lockhart pulled Harry away and said, “It’s time to go to class. Harry, a word of advice. I’m covering for you in front of the students. If Colin had taken the picture of the two of us, they wouldn’t have thought you were so arrogant.”
Harry wanted to retort, but didn’t know what to say.
Lockhart continued, “It would be unwise for you to send out signed photos now, Harry. Honestly, it would be utterly arrogant. One day you’ll be like me, needing to carry a stack of photos everywhere you go. You’re not there yet.”
It wasn’t until they reached the classroom that Harry was free.
After they left, Colin found little Tom and said, “Can I take a picture of you? You must be Tom Riddle Jr., the author of A Song of Ice and Fire. I’ve heard of your name in the Muggle world. Your novels are very popular with Muggles.”
“You may take it if you like,” said Little Tom.
“This is a truly insightful and valuable photo,” Draco said. “The sales of the issue of the Daily Prophet that published my cousin’s photo doubled, and many people even cut out the photo from the newspaper as a collection. I bet if you took a photo of little Tom, you would definitely sell it for a high price.”
Colin quickly took the photo and left.
“It’s time for class, let’s go,” said little Tom.
Draco said, “I’m serious. God knows how many witches are crazy about you. You’re a young genius, so handsome. They’ll go crazy for your photo. To be honest, I’m a little jealous of you. You’re so handsome.”
Everyone walked into the classroom together and stopped talking about this topic.
After Lockhart and the other students finished, they took out a copy of “Walking with Trolls” and held it up in their hands, showing the photo on the cover.
He winked at the students and said, “I, Lockhart, am a member of the Order of Merlin, Third Class, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, and a five-time winner of the Witch Weekly Most Charming Smile Award. But I don’t talk about these things. I don’t rely on smiling to exorcise female ghosts…”
He waited for the students to understand his humor, but only a few of them chuckled.
“I see that you have all bought the complete set of my works. That’s great. Let’s do a small test today. Don’t be afraid. It’s just to see how well you have read and how much you have understood.” He waved his wand, and a stack of papers was automatically distributed in front of everyone.
“You’ll have thirty minutes. Start.”
Little Tom looked at the test paper. It was full of questions about Lockhart’s personal preferences and there was nothing useful.
As if these preferences could deal with dangerous creatures.
After waiting for half an hour, he collected the papers and started marking them. Only one student had scored 100 points. He said, “Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret revenge is to eliminate evil from the world and sell my brand of hair conditioner. Where is Miss Granger, the one with the 100 points?”
Hermione raised her hand excitedly.
“Very good, ten points to Gryffindor,” Lockhart said gracefully. “Alright, let’s get back to business. Be careful next. My mission is to teach you how to defend yourself against the most evil things the wizarding world has ever known. You will face the most horrific things in this classroom. But remember, I’m here, and you won’t be hurt, provided you remain calm.”
Lockhart produced a cage covered with cloth.
Chapter 42 Research (Old Edition)
“Now, you must not scream, it will irritate them.” Seeing that the students were holding their breath, Lockhart said proudly, “These are the Cornish pixies we just caught.”
Someone laughed. Apparently, the elf’s joke was funnier than the previous one.
“What’s wrong?” someone asked.
“They’re not very dangerous, little elf.”
Lockhart looked at the student who had spoken angrily and said, “Don’t be so sure. They are saboteurs as cunning as the little devils.”
“Okay, let’s see how you deal with him.” After saying that, he opened the cage door directly.
Little Tom couldn’t help but say, “Flying class should learn landing first, and Defense Against the Dark Arts class should learn defense first, then fight the elves. Why do we always get the order of learning wrong?”
The elf was very fast and flew out of the cage in an instant, destroying everything like a mad dog. It grabbed Neville’s ears and flew away, snatched the students’ wands and destroyed the textbooks.
Lockhart picked up his wand and cast a gathering spell, but it had no effect.
The elf grabbed his wand and threw it away.
Lockhart could only say to Hermione and Harry, “You guys, catch the remaining elves and put them back into the cage.” After that, he actually slipped away.
“What kind of teacher is this?”
“Maybe he just wants to give us some practice,” said Hermione. She used a freezing spell, caught the two elves, and put them in a cage.
Harry said, “Little Tom is right. He should teach us what spells to use first, and then let us deal with elves. That would be called practice.”
Harry and Ron’s ears were bitten painfully.
“You’ve all read his books, and think of all the amazing things he did,” said Hermione.
Ron said, “Novels are deceptive. Little Tom has also written novels. Does he want to seize the Iron Throne too?”
Little Tom thought to himself that he really wanted to seize the throne.
Hermione fell silent.
Little Tom took out his magic wand and said, “Die down.” He located the elves one by one and knocked them all down.
“Good news, we don’t have homework anymore,” said little Tom.
The first day of classes was really lively.
The following days were torment for Ron. His damaged wand could not be repaired at all, and he always made a mess in class.
They waited until Sunday, when Harry went to Quidditch practice and Ron and Hermione prepared to go see Hagrid to ask if Norbert was okay.
And little Tom is going to the principal’s office.
On Friday evening, he had received a note from the principal asking him to come to the office on Saturday morning.
“It’s finally about to begin.”
Arrive in front of the principal on time at 8 o’clock on Saturday morning.
“Very punctual.” The principal said with a smile, “We agreed on it last semester, the Philosopher’s Stone.” He took out a red gem from the drawer.
It’s like crystallization.
“Come closer.” The headmaster used his wand to make the Philosopher’s Stone float in the air and said, “This is the magical prop that countless wizards have been waiting for, something called a miracle.”
Little Tom looked closer and found that the stone was not a regular geometric shape.
“The red color is not reflected light, but it shines by itself,” said little Tom.
“What’s the difference?”
“The colors we see are wavelengths of light. One is that the object can emit light itself, and the other is that the object absorbs other light and reflects a certain kind of light. The ones that emit light themselves are like the sun, and the ones that reflect light are like pigments. In fact, most colors are absorbed light and reflected light that we can see.”
“So I have an idea. Could our magic be the same? Some spells are the power of magic, while some spells are the power after magic rebounds.” Little Tom said, “Could magic have special properties like light?”
The principal looked at little Tom in surprise and said, “Did you come up with this on your own?”
“I lived at the Burrow for a week during the summer vacation. Mr. Weasley was a very interesting wizard. He taught me how to use magic to transform Muggle items. He prohibited the misuse of Muggle items. Although there is such a law, wizards use more Muggle items than I imagined. Shampoo, tape, cameras, etc. He told me that many Muggle items have been magically transformed by wizards to produce new effects.”
“Then he told me: Magic is actually very common, but Muggles just turn a blind eye to it. After using magic on Muggle items, some magic has already been implanted into Muggle life, but Muggles cannot recognize it.” Xiao Tang said: “It’s like breathing, and also like color. I thought about the Muggles’ study of light. Light consists of different colors, and we can only see a small part of them. Wizards have one more kind of magic than Muggles, so can they see more light? Or is magic also a kind of light?”
“That’s a wonderful association.” The headmaster said with amazement, “Perhaps Mr. Weasley should not work in the Ministry of Magic, but be a teacher at a school.”
Little Tom said, “We can use the Philosopher’s Stone to release magic power, bombard different objects, and see what happens. Then, based on the magic power of the Philosopher’s Stone, we can increase and decrease it and digitize the magic power. Perhaps we can solve the mystery of magic.”
“So where do you start?”
Little Tom took out a cloth bag with a traceless extension spell from his pocket and took out a bunch of parts from it.
Screws, nuts, washers, clips…
“Let’s start by turning metals into gold. Why can different metals all turn into gold?” Little Tom said, “This is a common point. Maybe we can discover something.”
“Then let’s get started.”
Little Tom had an idea that magic could be used on different things to change their properties.
Everything has different colors because of the wavelength of light. Some wavelengths of light are absorbed and some are reflected.
The same should be true for magic: some can change the structure of objects, while some is simply bounced back. Magic must be a complex energy, otherwise it wouldn’t have so many elements.
So what he studied was which parts of the magic power were effective and which were rebounded during the operation.
It was Mr. Weasley who gave him the inspiration to realize that magic is also a natural phenomenon that can be digitized.
The magic of a wizard and the magic of the Philosopher’s Stone are like different colors of light. Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple are all light, and the magic of a wizard and the magic of the Philosopher’s Stone are all magic.
Different lights have different colors, and different magic powers must have different uses.
Different colors can be mixed using red, green and yellow, so are there also three basic magic powers that can be used to configure spells?
“Principal, have you ever thought that there is a basic magic within magic? Just like the three colors red, green, and yellow can be mixed to create a colorful world.”
The principal said, “What do you think?”
“I think there is. When I was studying ancient texts, I discovered that different civilizations would explore the basic composition of matter. Some believed it was ‘gold, wood, water, fire, and earth,’ while others believed it was ‘air, water, fire, and earth.’ Our magic comes from nature, so it should also have basic components. The same is true for spells. In the beginning, the sounds humans made were just the most basic ‘syllables,’ like ah, oh, and om. The magic mobilized by single syllables must also be the most basic, not the mixed magic we have today. It’s just that we haven’t found a way to separate the magic and find the basic magic.”
The principal said, “That’s a clever idea. I hope we can find the basic magic.”
“If found, the spell will have no limits, and the impossible will become possible.”
Just like mixing three colors to create other colors, basic magic should be able to transform everything.
With Mr. Weasley’s reminder, combined with his study of ancient texts and scientific theories, little Tom is setting off a wave of transformation in the wizarding world.
It hasn’t been successful yet, but Little Tom believes that the direction is right, because a tall building starts from the ground, and spells must also have simple basic units.
The first research project is the magic of gold, which is effective for all metals and is contained in the Philosopher’s Stone.
Chapter 43: After-School Labor (Old Version)
Light has red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. In ancient times, there was also the concept of the four elements: air, fire, water, and earth.
So Little Tom believed that magic should be a mixed force that could be broken down. Ancient wizards had explored this aspect, but they didn’t introduce mathematics or control variables like scientific experiments.
On Saturday, little Tom studied the Philosopher’s Stone in the office.
I also had lunch in the principal’s office. Just before dinner, the principal paused his research and said, “You should go to dinner so you don’t miss out on socializing with your friends. From now on, I’ll always send you a note before I start studying the Philosopher’s Stone.”
“Can’t we study every Sunday?”
“I have other work to do and can’t spare much time.” The principal had to keep an eye on little Tom.
“If the headmaster is busy, we can ask other professors to keep an eye on him,” Little Tom said. “Professor McGonagall or Professor Flitwick would be fine.”
“The outside world believed the Philosopher’s Stone had been destroyed. Now only three wizards know the secret of the Stone. You, me, and my friend Nicolas Flamel.”
“Then we can invite Nicolas Flamel to supervise.”
“He’s far away in the United States, and he’s over 600 years old. He’s not suited to travel,” the headmaster said. “Your theory of the magic spectrum is very interesting. You can refine it in your spare time. Perhaps the foundation of magic is indeed composed of ‘gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.’ In your spare time, you can study in the Restricted Section. I believe Professor McGonagall has already given you the license.”
“Okay.” There is indeed a lot to do.
“Don’t miss dinner.” The principal watched the students leave.
Arriving at the Great Hall, they found the atmosphere in Gryffindor to be somewhat depressing. Ron was nowhere to be seen, and Harry and Hermione were also furious.
“Where’s Ron?” asked Little Tom.
“He has no appetite,” said Harry.
“What happened?”
“It’s those Slytherin guys,” Seamus said. “Today was supposed to be Gryffindor training day, and Professor McGonagall had approved it. But the Slytherin guys suddenly interfered. You didn’t see how arrogant they were this afternoon. Not only did they have two new members, but each of them also got a new broom, the new Nimbus 2001.”
George grinned and said, “Little Tom must have known about this before us. It must have been sponsored by Malfoy. He lives in Malfoy Manor, so he must know.”
“I do know. My cousin has been talking about buying a broom and joining the school team all summer. So my uncle sponsored him and let him play as a seeker.” said Little Tom.
Seamus said, “Then you must not know what your cousin said this afternoon.”
“What?”
“Mudblood, I don’t even want to say it, it’s so disgusting.” Seamus said, “At the time, the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams were fighting for the field. Hermione saw it and mocked Draco, saying that he relied on sponsorship to join the school team and had no real talent at all. Draco was so angry that he cursed out this dirty word.”
“Later, Ron tried to stand up for his friend, but his wand broke and the curse rebounded on him. Poor Ron, he vomited slugs all afternoon and couldn’t eat anything,” said George.
Little Tom said, “Sometimes the truth is like a sharp knife. People don’t like to hear the truth.”
“You’d better apologize to Hermione,” said Seamus.
“You’re welcome. Just give me a signed copy of the novel A Song of Ice and Fire,” Seamus said.
“The complete set of books will be on sale on Halloween, and I’ll sign them for you then,” said Little Tom.
Looking over at Hermione, she was reading Lockhart’s novel with a sullen look on her face.
“I heard about what happened this afternoon. I apologize to you on behalf of my cousin.” Little Tom said to Hermione.
“It’s not your fault, you don’t have to apologize.” Hermione said: “I won’t take my anger out on you because of Malfoy. I know you are different from him.”
“Thank you.” Little Tom said. “How’s Ron?”
“I’m fine. I vomited all afternoon, but now I’m done. I just can’t eat.” Hermione said, “Where did you go today?”
“I’m studying non-standard magic,” said Little Tom.
Hermione had no doubts about it, because this was little Tom’s ideal, which he had expressed since the first grade.
“Little Tom, bring Ron some food. He’ll definitely be hungry when we get home tonight.” Harry said, “The punishment for Ron and me has been decided. We’ll have to do after-school labor.”
“What exactly is it?” asked Little Tom.
“Ron is going to the showroom to polish the silver. He can’t use magic, he can only do it with his hands. And I’m going to help Professor Lockhart and reply to his admirers.” Harry said with a bitter face, “I would rather polish the silver with Ron.”
“Okay, I’ll bring food.”
Harry and Ron went to work.
Harry felt uncomfortable the moment he entered Lockhart’s office, because the walls were covered with pictures of himself, each with a slapping grin.
“Harry, you fame-obsessed little scoundrel, come in.”
Lockhart arranged the work and said, “You can help me fill out the envelope so that my letter can be put in it and fly to those admirers.”
Lockhart had his own way of dealing with fame, and to Harry it sounded like torture; he didn’t want fame at all. He’d rather give something back that was tangible than fame.
Fame means everyone’s expectations, which is very stressful.
Lockhart frowned suddenly as he wrote the letter, and the atmosphere became oppressive.
Harry glanced at Lockhart, not knowing what was wrong with him, and asked, “Is it over?”
“No, it’s not over. It’s just that Witch Weekly wrote to me. They knew I was a teacher at Hogwarts, so they wanted to ask Tom Riddle Jr. if he would like to participate in the Most Charming Smile Award.” Lockhart was a little angry because he didn’t want to be out of date.
But fame was evidently a fickle friend, favoring Lockhart yesterday and someone else tomorrow.
Little Tom also wrote novels, and he was younger and more handsome, and his smile was irresistible to the witches.
Harry thought, if he had to choose, he would choose little Tom.
“I’ll tell him,” said Lockhart. “Now let’s answer the next letter.”
However, the next letter asked Lockhart to help him get a photo of little Tom, preferably signed.
Lockhart even regretted being a teacher, and felt that his fans were about to betray him.
“Come, come here, let me tear you apart and kill you…” Suddenly Harry heard a voice, and he didn’t react, leaving ink marks on the envelope.
“What?” he said reflexively.
Lockhart said, “What what?”
“That voice…” said Harry.
Lockhart heard nothing.
“Professor, didn’t you hear that?”
Lockhart said, “You seem sleepy. Look, it’s already twelve o’clock. Four hours have already passed. I can’t believe how quickly time flies. Well, that’s all for tonight. You can go back and rest.”
Harry was confused, not knowing what the strange sound was.
Ron returned to the dormitory later than Harry.
Both students were exhausted. Ron felt his hands shaking. He said, “I vomited slugs again while cleaning the trophy. It took a long time to wipe off the slime.”
Little Tom brought some food back to the dorm, but Ron only drank a little and was sure he wouldn’t be able to eat anything until the smell of the slugs wore off.
“Ron, I apologize to you on behalf of my cousin.”
Ron said, “No need to apologize, I know you’re a sensible person. What you said in my family was true. My father said there are hardly any pure-blood wizards these days, most are half-blood. If we only relied on pure-blood, we would have been extinct long ago.” “Only the Malfoys think pure-blood is noble. Neville is also a pure-blood, but he can’t even put down a dry pot. Don’t you know what’s so proud about pure-blood? Fortunately, you are different. You know you can’t rely solely on pure-blood.”
“Yes, the wizarding population is already small enough. If we continue to follow the aristocratic system, wizards will have no future.” Yang Weining said, “But many Slytherin students grew up with this kind of education. They are proud of their bloodline.”
“Hopeless,” said Ron angrily.
Chapter 44: Award Winning (Old Version)
Regarding bloodline, Harry also felt that Hermione’s academic performance was much better than Malfoy’s, and Malfoy could only find a sense of superiority in bloodline.
“By the way, Harry, how’s Lockhart doing?” Ron wanted to know if his good friend was doing well at work.
Harry said, “I don’t know if you will believe it or not, but I heard a strange voice that said it wanted to kill someone.”
Ron asked, “Didn’t Lockhart hear?”
“Do you think he’s lying? Pretending not to hear?” Harry asked back.
Ron said, “I don’t know. If someone really was talking to you invisibly, you would have to open and close the door. How could you not know?”
Little Tom said: “Maybe he has been hiding in his room. Maybe there is a crazy fan hiding in Lockhart’s office.”
Harry said, “Stalker? I watch TV in the Muggle world and there are indeed stalkers who follow their idols. Could it be that Lockhart also has a fan who is obsessed with him and wants to kill him?”
“Maybe.”
Ron said, “If Lockhart could be killed, that might be good news. Hagrid said that no one wanted to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, so the school had no choice but to choose him. None of the professors at the school like him. He almost interferes with every teacher’s professional field. He even insisted on teaching Hagrid how to drive away water ghosts, and Hagrid didn’t like him either.”
Lockhart has no self-awareness. He clearly knows that he is only good at the Oblivion Charm, but he still tries to get attention everywhere, which is completely disruptive.
“At least he still has book fans,” laughed little Tom.
Harry suddenly thought of the letter from Wizard Weekly and said, “Oh, by the way, when I was at Lockhart’s place, there was a letter from Wizard Weekly inviting you to enter the Charming Smile Award. Tom, you should enter. I want to see Lockhart fail.”
Ron immediately said, “Interesting! He always says he’s won first place five times. Little Tom will definitely be more popular than him. You might even surpass his record.”
Little Tom smiled and said, “Let’s wait until they contact me. It’s getting late, we should get some rest.”
The next day at breakfast, Lockhart found little Tom and told him the letter from Wizard Weekly.
“Little Tom, you are very good, but you are too young.” Lockhart said, “I suggest you not to participate in the activities because it will interfere with your studies. Of course, I am not just giving you this advice, I am also giving the same advice to Harry. You are both too young.”
“I can write back and refuse for you, what do you think?” Professor Lockhart waited for little Tom’s answer.
Little Tom said, “But I also hope to follow your example and win the Charming Smile Award. Professor, you don’t care about fame or fortune, so you will definitely be willing to give the opportunity to us young people.”
“Of course, if you must participate. But I have to make it clear in advance that this award is not so easy to get. You must be mentally prepared for failure. If you don’t win the award, don’t feel bad.” Lockhart said.
“Professor, I will be mentally prepared. The important thing is to participate.” Little Tom didn’t mind being famous. After all, he was going to ascend the throne and become the Demon King in the future. There would be no harm in letting more people know him.
Lockhart said, “Then you need to prepare a smiling photo and send it to Wizard Weekly, and write a short summary of yourself. If you are selected, both the photo and the summary will be published in the magazine.”
“Anything else?”
“No more,” Lockhart said. “Participation is the best reward.”
It can be seen that this activity has little influence and is basically just a joke, with more female fans.
Little Tom found Colin and asked him to take a photo for him.
As for smiling, it takes no practice at all.
Lockhart was very jealous because he had practiced his smile, but little Tom didn’t need any practice at all and had a face that was a natural gift from God.
He knew that the Charming Smile Award would definitely go to little Tom, and he felt a little reluctant, but there was nothing he could do. Hard work was worthless in the face of talent.
In October, the weather was getting colder and colder, and it was raining all the time, making it very wet. Some teachers and students came down with the flu, and wizards also caught Muggle diseases.
“Ginny’s sick, Ron, let’s go see her.”
Ginny has four older brothers in the same house, and she can’t escape their eyes at all.
Percy was the first to notice that his little sister was listless. He went to get medicine and asked the twins to look after his sister. The twins called Ron, who brought Harry and little Tom.
Ginny really got a whole bunch of people involved.
“Just drink Madam Pomfrey’s stimulant. I had a cold before, and it was cured immediately.” Fred said, “George can testify that this illness is just a minor problem.”
Ron said, “It’s all because of the weather. It’s been raining for several days. It’s really annoying.”
Harry understands this all too well: “Every time I train, I’m soaked and covered in mud.”
George said, “Next time you train, if it still rains, Harry, you can drink a glass of refreshing potion first. It’s guaranteed to be effective.”
Obviously, the good weather didn’t come, and it rained again on another weekend. Harry had to complete his training in the rain, and when he returned to the castle, he met Nearly Headless Nick, who had been rejected by the Headless Hunt.
After chatting for a while, Harry was called to Filch’s office because the mud on his robes had dripped onto the corridor floor.
Filch was in a bad mood because there was sticky stuff everywhere this week and he had had enough and wanted to punish Harry.
Just when Harry thought he was unlucky, Peeves lured Filch away.
Harry found an envelope in the office called “Introduction to Correspondence Course in Speedy Spell Magic”, which taught everyone how to quickly cast spells.
Harry was puzzled. If he had been to school, why did he need extra training?
When Filch came back, he found Harry had peeked into the envelope, but he didn’t say anything. He just asked Harry to leave and he was going to punish Peeves.
After Harry came out, he met Nearly Headless Nick again. It was Nick who asked Peeves for help. In return, he hoped that Harry could participate in his 500th death anniversary.
Harry agreed.
It was still raining, so Harry quickly returned to his dormitory and changed into dry clothes before running into Ron and Hermione in the common room. He asked, “Where’s little Tom?”
“He went to the library.”
Harry told Hermione about attending the Deathday party, and she was very interested.
Ron, who was waiting for news, showed little interest. “Seamus should be back soon,” he said.
“What?” Hermione asked.
“Today’s Wizard Weekly. You forgot that little Tom is participating in the Most Popular Charming Smile Award. We can find out the result today.” Ron said, “I hope little Tom wins. That would be embarrassing for Lockhart.”
Harry also perked up.
“You boys are prejudiced against Professor Lockhart. As long as you read his books carefully, you will know how much he has done for the wizarding world and how much harm he has done.” Hermione believed what Lockhart wrote.
Ron didn’t care and just waited for the weekly magazine.
Seamus returned, holding Witch Weekly high in his hand, and said, “Win, win.”
Everyone surrounded them immediately.
Seamus said, “Little Tom Riddle, a second-year student at Hogwarts Gryffindor House, won the Most Charming Smile Award, becoming the youngest winner.”
“I knew it. Little Tom is much more handsome than Lockhart. Lockhart is just conceited.” Ron said happily, reading the letter more than winning the championship himself.
“Where’s little Tom?”
“Still in the library, not back yet.”
“We should celebrate. He’s now recognized as a handsome wizard, and there will surely be many witches who will be fascinated by him.” The senior said happily, “I wonder how many witches will be tempted by his smile. He is truly a sinful wizard.”
The boys all felt like they had let out a sigh of relief. It was because of Lockhart’s pretentiousness that it made them uncomfortable to watch.
When Hermione saw little Tom’s handsome smile in the magazine, her heart beat faster. She was not the only one who felt this way, most witches would have this feeling.
Voldemort and Bella were a perfect match. Although both of them were disfigured, their beautiful genes were passed on to their children. Their daughter is beautiful and their son is handsome.
Chapter 45: Ghost Party (Old Version)
Every year, Wizard Weekly holds an award for the most charming smile, a worthless, quack award. Yet Lockhart boasts about winning it five times in a row, and I don’t know what he’s so proud of.
Now that little Tom has won the award, his smile has become even more charming and sunny, without any greasy feeling at all, it is a natural and undecorated beauty.
The witch’s heart beat faster.
“I told you that Lockhart is nothing special, a second-year student could do it. And some fans of the novels insisted on arguing with me, saying that our little Tom would definitely win over Lockhart.”
“Professor Lockhart’s novels are also very exciting, and they are all adapted from real events. He really expelled vampires and eliminated snow monsters… Little Tom is handsome, but he is young and has not yet completed the task of eliminating harm for the people. Can you please not be prejudiced against Professor Lockhart?” There are still girls who are willing to support Lockhart and defend him.
“Yeah, they’re all lies.” The boys didn’t like Lockhart.
When little Tom came back from the library, he was immediately surrounded and cheered by boys.
“What’s wrong?” He looked confused.
“You win the most charming smile award.” Seamus said happily, “I knew you could do it, look.”
A magazine was thrust into his hands, already opened to the award-winning page. Little Tom’s handsome, charming smile was visible in the magazine. He couldn’t help but smile and said, “Colin takes really good pictures. He has the potential to be a photographer.”
Colin was also present, and he laughed and said modestly, “You are still the most handsome, senior.” He also knew that there was a saying in the photography circle that the most important thing for a portrait is that the model is beautiful, beautiful, and beautiful.
As long as the model is beautiful, any photo shoot can give the feeling of a blockbuster.
“You’ve spoken up for us. That Lockhart is a complete idiot. I don’t know why he’s so popular. The professors don’t like him, and he doesn’t teach Defense Against the Dark Arts well. I feel like he’s not as good as Quirrell last year.”
Quirrell wasn’t focused on teaching, so he had a solid foundation in magic and could cast spells wandlessly. Lockhart had none of those skills.
Little Tom was surrounded by everyone and celebrated before returning to the dormitory.
Harry brought up Nick’s five-hundredth birthday and said, “Little Tom, will you come with us?”
“Sure, I’m also curious about what the ghost party is like.”
But as the Halloween party approached, Harry began to regret it, because the atmosphere in the hall was great, with many decorations and delicious food.
He missed the party last year because of the trolls, and this year he wants to attend the party, not the ghosts’ party.
Hermione was very excited and said, “I looked it up on the computer. Ghost banquets are also very lively, but there are very few records. We can attend and improve the entry.”
“Hermione, I think you’re addicted,” Ron said. “You want to add entries to everything.”
“This is to make it more convenient for future students,” Hermione said. “Even ‘A History of Hogwarts’ doesn’t record everything completely. But with computers, we can revise existing entries and add new ones where none exist yet. This is what we, as Hogwarts students, should do.”
“I think you’re addicted to computers,” Ron said. “That’s it.”
“You really should keep up with the times. Learning computers will definitely help.” Hermione likes computers very much because they greatly increase her learning efficiency.
Before, searching for unknown content required flipping through book after book, which was tiring even for Hermione. But with computers, stored content can be searched by keyword, and answers can be found in seconds, greatly improving efficiency.
Hermione likes computers because they save her time.
Hermione wants to attend the ghost party and complete the entry when she comes back.
Harry had no choice. His friend would not allow him to go back on his word, so he could only give up the lively atmosphere of the hall and go to the underground classroom to attend the ghost banquet.
The auditorium was decorated with lights and filled with fragrant aromas. The four children passed through the gate without entering and went directly to the underground classroom.
Nick, who almost lost his head, had already given the lead, using inconspicuous little candles to create a horror atmosphere. The light of the candles could not illuminate the corridor at all, but only made the atmosphere more weird.
The closer you get to the scene, the lower the temperature.
“Some Muggles say ghosts are a kind of electromagnetic waves, while others say they are a kind of wave-color condensate. But no matter what it is, it’s very cold.” Little Tom said, “You should bring a thermos.”
“Stop talking.” The others had wrapped their clothes tightly, but they still couldn’t prevent their body temperature from being taken away.
As I approached the classroom, I could hear the sound of nails scratching the blackboard.
Nick was standing at the door, dressed in black, greeting his guests and saying, “Welcome, dear friends, I’m so glad you’re here.” He took off his hat and bowed.
The classroom was filled with translucent, milky white ghosts, their legs floating in the air. The piercing sound was the ghost music, extremely piercing.
“Feel free to do as you please. Treat this place as your home.”
Ron looked nervously at the various ghosts and said, “Be careful not to pass through anyone’s body.”
Hermione couldn’t help but ask, “Are these the school’s ghosts?”
“Obviously not. There aren’t that many nuns in the school,” Little Tom said. “And there are prisoners and a group of headless knights. They came from somewhere else.”
“I don’t want to talk to Moaning Myrtle,” Hermione said suddenly.
“Who?” Ron asked.
“The bathroom ghost, because she keeps getting angry and splashing water everywhere, so no one likes to go to the bathroom there,” said Hermione.
Ron wasn’t interested and looked towards the table, hoping to find something to eat.
But ghosts eat rotten, burnt, moldy food, even with maggots on it. It is not something that living people can enjoy.
Ron felt like throwing up and regretted coming to the ghost party.
“Ghosts need the stench of decay so they can taste it. And the harsh sound so they can feel it.” Hermione covered her nose and said, although she felt disgusted, she still observed closely. “I have to record this in the entry.”
Ron already wanted to leave.
Peeves came over and said, “You’re talking about Myrtle. I’m going to tell her.”
Hermione said immediately, “Don’t.”
However, Peeves would not listen to anyone. He walked up to Myrtle and said, “They were talking about you. They said you were beautiful.”
Hermione glared at Peeves and said, “Myrtle, you really do look beautiful today.”
“Don’t lie to me, no one thinks I’m pretty.” Myrtle was about to cry and said, “Do you think I don’t know what you call me behind my back? Fat Myrtle, Ugly Myrtle, Crybaby Myrtle.”
Peeves added with a laugh, “You missed one, Myrtle with pimples.”
Myrtle ran out of the classroom crying. Peeves grabbed a handful of moldy peanuts and threw them at her while mocking her, saying, “Pimples, you are full of sarcasm…”
Hermione was sorry, ashamed.
Nick floated over and asked, “Did you have fun?”
“It’s fun and inspiring,” said Little Tom, “but a few of the ghosts seem to be talking about me.”
Harry said, “I noticed that too. After we came in, several ghosts kept looking at little Tom.”
Nick said, “Maybe it’s because little Tom is so handsome. After all, it’s rare to see a little wizard of his age who is so gentlemanly, well-educated, and handsome.”
Little Tom thought, I hope so, maybe some ghosts connected him to someone from fifty years ago.
Ghosts have existed for hundreds or thousands of years, so it’s normal for them to have memories from fifty years ago. Although Voldemort gave up his handsome appearance in pursuit of magic, perhaps some ghosts still remember Voldemort as a young man, before his disfigurement.
At this time, the music stopped and the hunting horn sounded.
Nick said uncomfortably, “Oops.”
Twelve ghost horses were charging. They were members of the Headless Horseman Association. They all held their heads in their hands and rushed into the classroom arrogantly.
Chapter 46 Incident (Old Version)
Twelve headless horsemen rushed into the classroom, attracting everyone’s attention.
The leading knight said, “Nick, is your head still hanging on your neck?”
“Welcome, Patrick.”
The knight saw the four students at a glance and said in pretended surprise, “Living people?!” Then his head flew up. This was obviously a performance prepared for living people, and only ghosts with removable heads could perform it.
Nick said stiffly, “Very interesting.”
The knight said, “Are you still upset that we didn’t let you join the hunters? But you’re not scary at all.”
Harry noticed Nick was looking at him, hoping he’d say something fair, so he said, “I think Nick is pretty scary.”
The knights all laughed and said, “I know Nick must have told you to say that.”
Nick’s goal was unsuccessful, and he was very embarrassed. No one at the scene paid attention to him. It was clearly his party, but the ghosts were busy chatting with each other.
Ron said, “I can’t stand it anymore. I’m cold and hungry. Let’s go back to the Great Hall. Maybe there’s something to eat.”
Harry also said, “I think so.”
Hermione, also feeling a bit hungry, completely agreed.
Little Tom didn’t care. He didn’t mind staying and communicating with the ghosts, letting these ghosts be his alibi witnesses.
He had ordered the basilisk to act, but it must not kill anyone.
Back home, everyone hopes to go to the auditorium to eat something.
At this moment, Harry suddenly stopped because he heard a voice: “Tear, kill…”
“What’s wrong, Harry?”
“Didn’t you hear it? It was that voice I heard in Lockhart’s room before, cold and murderous.” Harry said, “Didn’t you hear it?”
Ron said, “What?”
“I’ve been starving for so long…” Harry heard again: “It’s time to kill…”
“It’s moving.” Harry shouted immediately: “We have to chase it, otherwise it will kill people.” He didn’t know what it was, a ghost, or what? But it was definitely moving, and it could pass through walls.
Harry led the way and the others followed.
“Harry…” Ron shouted.
“Shh…” Harry needed to concentrate to figure out the direction the sound was moving.
“I smell blood, blood…”
Harry said, his calf cramping with nervousness, “It’s going to kill someone.” He could feel it, and the feeling was exactly the same as his own.
He sped up, running from the basement to the first floor, looking for the sound.
The other three could only follow.
Finally they saw something in the corridor on the first floor: red words smeared between two windows.
But I can’t see clearly.
“The castle really needs some electricity.” Little Tom complained again about the castle’s poor lighting, took out his wand and said, “Lumos!”
Lighting up everything in the corridor.
“The secret room has been opened. Those who are enemies of the heir, beware!” There were words on the wall, and a cat, a petrified cat, hung under the torch.
The corridor window was open and there was a pool of water in the corridor.
Apparently the cat saw the basilisk’s eyes through the stagnant water and was petrified, with its tail hung from a torch post.
The words were written in red paint, which was very harsh in the light of the wand.
“It’s Mrs. Norris, Filch’s cat,” said Harry nervously.
Ron also said nervously: “We should get out of here.”
“Should we rescue him?” Harry was still kind-hearted.
Ron said, “Listen to me, we have to leave here and not be discovered.”
However, it was too late, as the students had finished dinner and were returning to their respective castles.
It can be said that the criminal was caught red-handed. All the students saw the light of Little Tom’s wand, the words on the wall, and the upside-down petrified cat.
After seeing this, Draco said excitedly, “Those who are enemies of the heir, beware. Cousin, I knew you were the heir to Slytherin’s Chamber of Secrets. You did a great job. Not only did you do it, but you even dragged Harry Potter into it. You are a genius.”
Little Tom said, “Keep a low profile and don’t jump to conclusions, cousin.”
“I know, I know.” Draco knew that his cousin was trying to instigate Harry to get into trouble, and now he had achieved his goal.
“What happened?” Filch also came over, squeezed through the crowd, and saw the petrified cat in despair.
Filch was very upset. He suffered discrimination in the wizarding world and this cat was his only companion. He treated the cat as a family member, but now he had to send off the old cat. It was really painful.
“My cat, my cat—” he screamed excitedly: “You killed Mrs. Norris and killed my cat. I will kill you. You must pay for my cat’s life…”
“Filch!” The headmaster came and took down the cat. “Filch, and the four of you, follow me.”
Lockhart immediately said, “My office is upstairs. Just go to my office.”
“Thank you.” said the principal politely.
The students parted, clearing the way. They made their way to Lockhart’s office, where the photos on the wall focused their attention on the guest.
Lockhart lit the candles and prepared to watch the show.
Dumbledore placed the cat on his desk and examined it carefully.
Harry, Ron and Hermione were all very nervous, only little Tom was calm.
Dumbledore examined the cat closely, prodding it with his fingers.
Professor McGonagall also came and devoted herself to the research on cats.
Snape stood behind, his eyes glancing coldly between the cat and the students, obviously thinking that Harry was in trouble this time.
Lockhart said, “Is it hypnosis? I encountered it once in Devon. Of course, it could also be an out-of-body experience, which is similar to death, but not yet dead, somewhere between death and not dead. I also encountered it in Tibet… Of course, it could also be an ordinary killing curse. I have seen it many times because they fired spells at me, but I counterattacked them. If I were there, I would definitely be able to save this poor little cat.”
Filch was sobbing, and even though the students didn’t like him, they still felt sympathy for him at this moment.
Lockhart continued: “I remember a similar incident in the Wagga area, a series of attacks, which I detailed in my autobiography. I developed amulets at the time and provided them free of charge to the people, and some of them solved the problem.”
Dumbledore said, “It is not dead.”
Filch choked out a sob and said, “It was stiff, like it was frozen. Only death can be like that.”
“It is petrified,” said Dumbledore.
“That’s what I thought, too,” Lockhart said immediately.
The principal said, “I only know that it is petrified, but I don’t know why it is petrified.”
Filch pointed at the students and screamed, “Ask them.”
But the principal said, “It’s impossible for a second-grade student to do that. It requires advanced black magic.” His eyes inadvertently met with little Tom’s, and then quickly looked away.
Filch said, “It must have been them. Harry must have told his friend that I was a Squib. He found out about me in my office. The writing on the wall was directed at me.”
Harry said angrily, “We didn’t touch your cat, and I don’t even know what a Squib is?”
“Nonsense, you saw the letter,” growled Filch.
Snape said with a half-smile: “Perhaps Potter and his friends were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But we do have a series of doubts. Why did they go to the corridor? Why didn’t they attend the Halloween party?”
Ron, Harry, and Hermione all explained that they had attended a ghost party.
Snape continued to ask: “So what happened next? Why didn’t you return to the Great Hall, but went somewhere else?”
This could only be explained by Harry, since no one else heard the sound.