HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

Dealing with the fire dragon's corpse is not only a delicate job, but also a huge project.

With a body that is more than ten meters long placed here, it would take a lot of time just to remove the scales, skin, flesh and bones.

Later, the materials need to be classified and organized.

Furong originally wanted to help, but when she saw the bloody corpse, she became weak all over and her help turned into hindrance. Tom quickly asked her to leave so as not to delay his main work.

The angry half-Veela felt that Tom looked down upon her, so she began to do logistical work, trying to prepare delicious food for Tom every day, and even brought a group of Veela to give a full body massage to Tom who was exhausted after a day of work.

Tom was tired but happy, immersed in the land of gentleness every day.

He couldn't rest at night either. The two kings of the century took turns training him, and his progress was much faster than before.

Originally, Tom planned to hide from Snape for a while when school started, so that he would forget about the Christmas presents before jumping out.

Now?

Should I avoid him?

Come on, face it head on!

Three days later.

The fire dragon's corpse was finally dealt with, and in his spare time he finished boiling the fishy body potion.

With the experience from the first time, I was much more familiar with the process this time and no problems occurred.

Now only one-fifth of the fire dragon's heart has been used, but the sphinx's eyeballs have been used up. A total of 20 bottles have been produced.

Tom drank a bottle of experimental medicine, and the result was as he expected, there was an improvement, but the improvement was much weaker than before.

He has already merged the blood of the fire dragon, so the effect of using this magic potion will naturally be greatly reduced.

As long as it is useful, he will continue to use it. No matter how small a mosquito leg is, it is still meat.

He couldn't use up all the 20 bottles, so he thought of Furong.

I sold a bottle to Furong at the price of 1,100 Galleons. The first bottle can be tried first and paid for later.

It is impossible to give it away for free. There is only one person who is qualified for Tom to give away the strengthening potion for free, and that is Daphne.

The girl's unreserved help from the beginning weighed heavily in Tom's heart.

Although there are some signs of love between him and Furong now, their relationship is not yet at that level, so he can't just give her away for free.

What's more, the fact that he was willing to sell this kind of thing to Furong was in itself a proof of their closeness.

If it were Malfoy, even if it was ten thousand... well, if he was really willing to give ten thousand, only a fool would not sell it.

Furong came to visit her grandmother, so of course she couldn't bring so much money with her. She was still confused as to what was so special about this potion that it could be sold for a thousand Galleons. A small bottle of Felixir only cost a few hundred Galleons.

Lapona didn't know what it was, but she paid for Furong without hesitation.

Now, even if Tom took out a bunch of weeds and sold them for a thousand Galleons, she would not hesitate.

After taking the potion and following Tom's instructions, Fleur immediately realized that she had made a fortune.

There are very few things in the magic world that can directly increase strength. Most of them are external objects such as alchemical props. After digesting a bottle of magic potion, she can clearly feel the changes in her body.

Full of energy, clear thinking and full of magic.

"Anything else?" Furong looked at the boy with fiery eyes, as if she wanted to eat him up: "I'll take all of it, no matter how much you have."

Tom thought for a moment and said, "I'll give you four bottles at most."

He had to leave some of the remaining strengthening potion for Daphne and Hermione, but he hadn't decided what to exchange for Hermione yet.

As for himself, it was estimated that after just a few bottles, the effect was completely gone.

"Five bottles are not enough, Tom, just give me some more." Hibiscus eyes looked pitiful and she started to act coquettishly. A cute and lovely girl hugged your arm and shook you, with a pitiful expression on her face as if she was about to cry. Really not many people can resist it.

But Tom was different. After so many days of training in the Veela tribe, his faith had already been solidified, and he would not agree to anything.

In desperation, Furong could only use her killer move.

"What about Gabrielle? Don't you want to prepare a few bottles for Gabrielle?"

Recently, Gabrielle and Tom have been getting along very well, because when Tom is around, her sister won't scold him, and Tom is very patient with her.

The little girl didn't go home to sleep for a few days, and stayed with Tom as a pillow, which made Lapona a little hesitant.

Did she choose the wrong target, and should wait until this year for Bree to go.

Sure enough, Tom hesitated, but finally shook his head: "It's not that I don't want to give it to Gabrielle, but she is too young now. It won't be too late to use it when she goes to school."

"I'm running low on stock, and I'm missing a very important ingredient. If you can get the eye of a sphinx, send it to Hogwarts, and I'll make you a pot of it."

Seeing what Tom said, Furong could only give up helplessly, and at the same time she felt very angry.

a**hole, no matter how she acted like a spoiled child, it was useless. She hesitated when Gabrielle was mentioned. She even had to explain so much to her!

Tom didn't know that Fleur was jealous of her own sister.

He took out four bottles of potion, handed them to the girl and said, "Don't be impatient and use them all at once.

If you want to fully utilize the effect of the potion, it's best to use one bottle a month.

Also, don't be careless with the supporting actions, which will help you absorb it faster."

Everyone has different physiques. There's nothing wrong with him taking one bottle a week, but Furong's foundation is a little weak, so it won't make any difference if he takes it slower.

But the girl heard something different in his words, and her mood suddenly became much lower: "Are you leaving?"

Yes, one of them goes to school at Beauxbatons and the other goes to Hogwarts.

It's just a vacation now, we will have to separate eventually.

Tom nodded and admitted: "This trip ended perfectly. School will start the day after tomorrow, so it's just right to go back tomorrow."

"Can you stay one more day?" Furong suddenly grabbed the boy's hand, her eyes sparkling: "Mom and Dad will come tomorrow, they want to thank you in person.

"That's not necessary." Tom was a little embarrassed.

Furong pleaded in her eyes, "You can Apparate, so it won't be too late even if you leave that morning. Just stay for another day. Don't be busy tomorrow. Just stay with me and Gabrielle."

Tom finally agreed.

He had successfully used the Confusion Charm to eliminate all traces of his wand, so he could cast spells without restraint outside the school. It would be no problem for him to arrive at London's King's Cross Station before ten o'clock in the morning.

The next day, Tom gave himself a complete day off and didn't even use the free one-hour study space.

When he got up in the morning, he accompanied Gabriel to play with magic blocks. The two of them built a castle, which was solidified by Tom's solidification spell, so it would not fall apart even if they moved it home.

At noon, Furong's parents arrived.

"Mr. Riddle, thank you for saving my daughter. If anything happened to Fleur, I really don't know what I would do."

As soon as he came in, Mr. Delacour excitedly pulled Tom's hair.

Mr. Delacour was a middle-aged man in his forties, bald, less than 1.80 meters tall, and a little fat. He looked like a standard passerby NPC who could easily hit a few people if you threw a stone on the street.

Mr. Delacour also explained why it took so long for him to come here.

He was the head of the Emergency Response Department of the French Ministry of Magic. He was busy all day and night during Christmas, dealing with hundreds of disputes (most of which were related to homeless people from the north).

related.

I came here today to ask for leave, but I have to go back to work overtime in the evening.

Tom suddenly understood why he was bald, and was also glad that Fleur and Gabrielle did not inherit their father's looks, but perfectly inherited their mother's advantages.

Lady Delacour is a completely Fleur Pro version, more mature, and looks like she is in her early teens at the age of forty.

Furong pro, Furong, and Furong mini, when the three of them are fighting together, no one would believe that they are not from the same family.

Lady Delacour expressed her gratitude, but she focused more on Tom, looking him over and over several times, and the more she looked, the more satisfied she became.

Lapona has expressed her thoughts in the letter, so now only Mr. Delacour is kept in the dark [Mrs. Delacour already looks at her son-in-law with the eyes of a mother-in-law.

Tom spent the whole afternoon chatting with the Delacours.

Mr. Delacour talked to him about the international situation and recent cases, while Mrs. Delacour was more concerned about Tom's personal situation.

When they learned that Tom was a Muggle orphan, Mr. Delacour remained silent, while the three women felt a sudden pain in their hearts. [Mo Rong's big eyes quickly filled with tears.

During this period of time, Tom had never mentioned his family. With his strength, she subconsciously thought that Tom came from a family with a deep foundation.

But who could have imagined this would be the case.

How much hardship must a person have endured to come to the wizarding world from the Muggle world and achieve his current success in more than half a year.

Thinking of this, Furong's tears fell like pearls from a broken string. She wanted to rush over and hug Tom, but someone was faster than her.

Gabrielle was already sobbing in Tom's arms: "Big brother, I will be your family from now on."

Tom didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Why did he feel like these people had already made up a sad drama in their minds? He really thought it was nothing and it was good to be alone.

The Christmas holidays were over, the whistle blew, and the Hogwarts Express, carrying the young wizard, left from Platform Nine and Three Quarters and headed for the Scottish Highlands.

The box was pushed open and a head poked in. After seeing that only Daphne was in the box, Hermione walked in and asked impatiently: "Daphne, have you seen Tom?"

"No." Daphne said angrily, "I promised you yesterday that I would definitely catch the train today. I searched all the compartments and didn't see a single shadow of you.

"Don't you have a two-way mirror? Contact him quickly." Hermione also realized the seriousness of the matter and her tone became anxious.

Daphne rolled her eyes. "You don't even need to tell me. I've tried many times, but Tom still hasn't responded."

"Nothing will happen, right?" Hermione became more and more worried the more she thought about it.

At this moment, Daphne was calmer than Hermione: "Don't overthink it. Tom is much better than you and me. If anything happens to you, nothing will happen to him. Even if there is a problem, he still has a wand in his hand. He will definitely be able to handle it."

Hermione could only nod helplessly.

Both of them were very quiet throughout the rest of the journey. They would occasionally speak a few words, but would soon fall silent.

Daphne tried to use the two-way mirror to contact, but there was still no response from the mirror. When she was about to get off the car, Daphne tried again. Finally, the two-way mirror was connected.

The girl jumped off her seat and said, "Tom, where are you?" He hurried over.

"I'm on the Knight Bus." Tom on the other side of the mirror said, "I encountered some troubles, but I solved them. I may be late to school. I'll talk to you later.

"Yeah!" Daphne nodded repeatedly, disconnected the call on her own initiative, and smiled at Hermione.

Just make sure Tom is safe and sound. As for what happened in between, we can tell you slowly when we get to school.

The two of them got off the train briskly and followed the

The troops rode in a carriage to Hogwarts. There was heavy snow in the sky, and the carriage slowed down, leaving two deep ruts on the path, 0.3 until the castle platform.

Stop at the bottom of the stairs.

The students couldn't wait to jump off the train, rubbing their hands together and running towards the castle. The weather was so cold and there was no insulation in the carriage, so people were shivering with cold.

Fortunately, the fire in the castle was burning brightly, and I felt warm when I came in.

There was no complicated opening ceremony. The auditorium was already filled with sumptuous dishes and the students couldn't wait to sit down and start enjoying them.

Slytherin has already noticed something wrong.

Tom isn't here?

When Birds and others asked Daphne, who had the best relationship with Tom, the only response they got was a wave of the hand.

"I don't know where Tom is, but he told me he'll be here soon."

Sitting at the guest of honor table, Dumbledore was watching the bustling scene of eating. This was the happiest time of the year for him. Watching the children gather together to enjoy the food was more enjoyable than any magic.

It's tempting to him.

If it were anyone else, he might not have noticed.

But for people like Tom and Harry who are the focus of attention, it is not difficult not to notice.

He turned a questioning look at Snape.

Snape was looking for someone just like him, and when he noticed Dumbledore looking at him, he frowned and shook his head slightly.

How would he know where Riddle had gone? Could it be that he had received his Christmas threat and was afraid to come over?

When most of the food on the plates had been eaten and the dinner was about to end, the oak door slowly opened with a heavy creaking sound.

Countless people looked towards the door, and Tom walked in despite the snowstorm.