Chapter 149 Voldemort Is Nothing But A Little Chicken, Malfoy Killed His Relatives Out Of Necessity!
"Tom, look what good things I brought you?"
After casting a Bubble Charm on himself, Wayne unscrewed the ink bottle and filled the quill with ink to write in the diary.
The reddish ink mark fades quickly.
[Thank you, this is dragon blood... yikes, what a weird smell! 】
Wayne pretended to be puzzled: "Dragon's Blood, the Diagon Alley store just sent it to me. Is there any problem?"
[Why does dragon blood...why does it smell so bad!]
"Isn't it effective? I'm going to return it now."
Wayne had written this sentence in ordinary ink, and Tom immediately felt the difference.
Although the dragon's blood just made him so disgusting that he almost fainted, the energy in it cannot be faked.
[No, maybe I bought something that has gone bad, but it doesn’t have any effect. 】
[Master Potter, what have you been busy with these days? You disappeared before you could tell me about the situation in the magical world last time. 】
Once raw, twice mature.
Tom was also a very flexible person, and he became more and more comfortable calling him Master Potter.
Back then, he frequently sold his appearance in order to obtain treasures.
In order to obtain Ravenclaw's crown, he went directly to seduce Ravenclaw's ghost Lady Gray, Ravenclaw's daughter Helena, and staged a love affair between human and ghost.
After graduation, Tom hooked up with Hepzibah Smith.
This is an extremely wealthy old witch and the last descendant of Hufflepuff.
From her hands, Tom got Hufflepuff's golden cup and Slytherin's locket.
Such a person, as long as he accepts the reality, can quickly accept his role. If it were really Harry, he would be ashamed to give all the tea seeds to Tom.
"I'm busy dating, and I'm the only one in my family. I have to work hard from a young age."
Tom: “…”
[Master Potter, what you promised me last time
"Ask whatever you want to know."
Wayne doesn't plan to continue toying with Tom this time. What should he do if he goes too far and the guy becomes suspicious?
[What year is it now, Yuanhui, the principal of Hogwarts?]
"In 1992, the current headmaster is Professor Dumbledore, the greatest headmaster of this century. 17
[1992? That was more than fifty years ago from my era. 】
[Professor Dumbledore is indeed great, he was my former transfiguration professor. 】
Tom's answer was very plain, but his mood was very unstable.
Dumbledore.
This name has become a shadow that has hung over his heart since he was in school, and all the teachers and students in the school like him very much.
Except Dumbledore.
From the beginning, the old guy was wary of him.
Tom even suspected that he was the one causing trouble behind the scenes because he did not stay at the school as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
183 "Your principal at that time was Armando Dippet. He just passed away this year and lived for more than three hundred years."
[Principal Dippet is a very good person, what a pity. 】
[In the past few years, have there been any powerful wizards in the UK? Maybe they were my classmates back then. 】
Tom continued to make insinuations, and Wayne thought for a moment and wrote:
"Of course, for example, the dark wizard who killed my parents was called the Dark Lord by people at the time."
[Dark Lord? This is terrible. What is his name? The water quickly disappeared and reappeared.
"Voldemort, no one dares to mention his name, but I'm not afraid because I defeated him with my own hands."
The diary didn't respond for a long time, which made Wayne think that Tom had been offline.
Just when he was about to close the notebook, he finally got a response.
[Master Potter, bragging is not a good habit. You are only in the second year this year. How can you defeat the Dark Lord? 】
Now Tom was a little confused. He quietly activated Legilimency and found that 'Potter' showed no sign of lying.
This also means that everything is true...
What happened and why he was defeated by an underage wizard in the future!
"You don't know this, right?" Wayne smiled slightly, as if he felt Tom's mood swings.
"When I defeated Voldemort, I was still a one-year-old baby, and the killing curse he shot at me bounced back and hit him.
"The principal said that I am the one who is destined to defeat the Dark Lord in the prophecy. The wizards call me the savior."
[Reverse, rebound death curse, this is incredible. 】
"Tom, why do I feel that you are a little unhappy?"
[How could it be possible? I'm just a little scared. After all, to be called the Dark Lord, he must be a very terrifying dark wizard. 】
[Master Potter is truly blessed to be alive. 】
"Hey, you're just a piece of trash, not worth mentioning."
"I, Potter, can crush Voldemort to death without even needing Professor Dumbledore to take action. Are you right, Tom?"
[Of course, Master Potter. 】
After this line of writing appeared, Tom was never heard from again, but Wayne had no intention of letting him go.
Instead, he asked him some magic questions from second and third grade students.
Through the answers given, he could also judge what level Voldemort was at during the Horcrux making period.
But unfortunately, Tom was a little absent-minded and his answers were all sloppy. Wayne curled his lips and put away the notebook neatly.
When you beg me.
The next day, Wayne got up early in the morning, changed the style of the Supreme Lawless Robe, and came to Ravenclaw Tower to wait for Qiu.
Without making him wait too long, the well-dressed girl walked out of Ravenclaw's gate.
Wayne's eyes lit up.
Today Qiu actually wore a white embroidered cheongsam with oriental charm, which perfectly highlighted the girl's slender waist and slim figure.
Feeling the young man's fiery gaze, Qiu lowered her head shyly. Marietta, who accompanied her, had already smelled the sour smell of love, and left with a few other girls very wisely.
"Let's go."
Wayne took a step forward, grabbed the girl's weak and boneless hand and said with a smile.
"Um."
The two followed the crowd and walked towards the gate of Hogwarts.
There were many senior classmates along the way, and almost everyone knew Wayne. They were very surprised to see him and Qiu walking towards the school gate together.
At the gate, Filch and Professor McGonagall stood there checking the students' parental consent forms. When it was Wayne's turn, Professor McGonagall looked at him doubtfully.
"Mr. Lawrence, are you here to see someone off?"
"This is the principal's approval, take a look."
Wayne handed the parchment over and Professor McGonagall burst out laughing after reading it.
If Dumbledore wanted to buy candy, he could ask an elf to do it, or he could write a letter. There was no need to find a second-year wizard.
She knew very well that this was a way to get around the school rules, but she didn't say anything and put Wayne's name on the allowed list.
Before I say goodbye, I wish Wayne a good time.
Geniuses and good kids always have some privileges.
For example, Hermione, a third-year student, successfully applied for a time-turner, but it might not have been so smooth for another student.
Seeing that the process went so smoothly, Qiu Ye breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it has the principal's permission, the little wizards in the school all know that Professor McGonagall is definitely the one who always walks the talk in the school.
Holding the boy's hand, the two walked briskly towards the town outside the school.
Hogsmeade is the only village in the UK composed of pure wizards. All the villagers here are wizards, and there are traces of magic and magic items everywhere.
According to legend, this place was built at the same time as Hogwarts, and the original intention was to avoid Muggles.
In the school, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout both own houses here, and they also live here during holidays.
And every time it comes to the school's designated visit day, the liveliness of this small village will get even higher.
For example, today, the streets are covered with beautiful trinkets, and large boards are erected at the entrances of stores with their respective promotions written on them.
Shop owners are the ones who want to visit more than students.
Ordinary residents and tourists who appear from time to time don't make much money, but the little wizard's consumption desire is higher.
Unfortunately, after one semester, there are only less than ten visiting days at most.
On average, only once a month.
Because every time students come to Hogsmeade, they must be accompanied by more than two deans, so as to ensure the safety of the students.
And not all the deans are so idle, especially when there is a bat spirit who doesn't like to go out. He is too lazy to take care of these trivial matters.
Entering the village, the first place Qiu and Wayne went to was the Bee Duke Candy Shop.
Since Dumbledore agreed, it would be better to buy the desserts he needs as soon as possible.
What if some of the best-selling items are sold out when the two go back.
As the most popular snack shop in Hogsmeade, there was a long queue here early, with Wayne and Qiu also following the queue.
Qiu suddenly thought of something and asked softly: "What is Hermione doing?"
Wayne smiled slightly, "I gave the box and Gardevoir to Hermione, and she will help me take care of the little guy inside (chba) today.
He came out to play, and asked the little witch to help him with his work.
Looks like he's bullying Hermione.
But actually this is a sign of trust.
Hermione also liked the feeling of being needed by Wayne, and her depression was relieved when she learned that he was going to Hogsmeade with Qiu.
While the senior students were enjoying Open Day, the Gryffindor Quidditch players were in great pain.
Except for Harry, everyone else was above third grade.
Forget it if you can't go to play, you have to be pulled up by Wood early in the morning to listen to some tactical explanations.
They all caught up on their sleep, and Wood was still talking.
After finally finishing the lecture, we had to go to the stadium for a practical drill.
Who knows what Wood just said.
"Everyone must put in more effort. Wood continued to give his players chicken soup.
"Although their brooms are better than ours, our people are better than them!"
"Gryffindor must not lose to money, he must win the Quidditch Cup!"
Everyone responded weakly, followed Wood with their own brooms, and walked out of the locker room.
"Harry, look here!"
Screams came from the audience stage, and a little wizard held a camera and kept filming him.
"Who's that?" Fred asked.
"I don't know." Harry lied, and the broom suddenly accelerated, moving as far away from Colin as possible.
Colin is the little wizard who took the picture of him, and he is the new student of Gryffindor this year.
As soon as he entered the school, he inexplicably admired Harry. Every day, he would block Mr. Savior at every corner and take pictures, and also ask some strange questions.
Harry felt bored, but couldn't use strong words to reprimand someone who was too friendly to him.
All the depression and helplessness can only be kept in my heart.
Fred frowned, thinking this was
The spy sent by Slytherin was about to question Colin when he was stopped by George.
"The Slytherins are here."
Wood also discovered them and fell to the ground angrily:
"Flint! This is our training time, I applied for it early with Mrs. Hooch!"
All the Gryffindor team members also landed, gathering behind Wood and looking unkindly at the Slytherins.
"So what?" Marcus Flint smiled disdainfully and covered his ears:
"I have a note from Professor Snape. He specifically approved the Slytherin team to train on the Quidditch pitch today to train their new Seeker.
Wood frowned and asked: "Is this the Malfoy who spent money to join the team?"
Harry and the others couldn't help but chuckle. Malfoy, who was hiding behind the tall Slytherin team members, turned red and pushed away the people in front of him and walked out.
"I was selected based on my strength. Donating the broom is also to improve the overall strength of the college!"
"Yes." George said sarcastically: "When it comes to Galleons, your family is indeed very strong."
"Hmph." Malfoy didn't take it seriously: "It's good to know that if you use Sweep Seven Stars Five, you can only sweep the floor in my house.
Now it was the Slytherin students' turn to laugh, and they all showed off their brand-new Nimbus 2001.
Just looking at this, the Gryffindor team members felt a burst of pressure.
At this time, Hermione, who was passing by on her way to the Forbidden Forest, heard the quarrel inside and walked in.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"Slytherin wants to compete with us for the court," Fred explained.
Flint immediately retorted: "No, we have the professor's approval note, you are taking up our training time."
Hermione, who roughly understood the situation, looked at Malfoy with disgust:
"Wayne also donated a lot of brooms, but he was never as arrogant as you."
Facing Hermione, Malfoy was very angry, but when he thought of Wayne, his passive skill forced calm took effect, and he suppressed his anger and said:
"Is it illegal to drag? I'm so arrogant. What do you want? We're not leaving today!"
He could endure it, but Flint, a senior student, didn't know the relationship between Hermione and Wayne. When he heard that Hermione, an outsider, came to criticize them, he immediately said impatiently.
"You have no right to speak here, Xiaoni..."
Bang!
In everyone's shocked eyes, Malfoy jumped up and punched Flint in the mouth.
"Malfoy! What are you doing!" a Slytherin yelled.
"Shut up!" Malfoy not only did not flinch, but stared at him fiercely.
"Do you know who she is? This is Lawrence's girlfriend!"
The originally angry Slytherins also calmed down.
The three words "Lawrence" seem to have magic power, and they can have a silent effect when spoken.
They Quidditch players have never experienced the style of the Hufflepuff champion.
But when Snape brought Lawrence to the common room, he easily defeated several of the strongest Slytherins, and all the Slytherins saw it.
To this day, they are still Lawrence's loyal friends.
The cause of all conflicts is precisely because of Robert Parkinson's words "Mudblood".
In an instant, they also understood why Malfoy hit Flint.
This is to save Slytherin's dignity!
Are we going to let that guy Lawrence hit their lounge again?
So is Slytherin still alive?
This time, the team members looked at Malfoy no longer with anger, but with gratitude.
As expected of the young master of the Malfoy family, he only thinks about the future!
The Gryffindor side was also stunned by their operation.
They haven't taken action yet, so why are their own people getting up?
Harry's focus was a little strange. He leaned in front of Hermione and asked softly: "When did you become Wayne's girlfriend?"
Hermione, who was a little shy because of Malfoy's yelling, looked at him unkindly.
The little witch suddenly felt that Slytherin was much stronger than Gryffindor.
At least they can talk!
"Malfoy, how dare you hit me!"
Now there was only one person in the audience who couldn't figure out the situation. Flint was extremely angry after he recovered from being hit by a fist.
"shutup! Flint!"
"Mind your words, or I'll tell Professor Snape!"
"That's right! We are here to train, not to mess with you!"
Before Malfoy could say anything, other Quidditch players began to criticize him.
Flint was stunned.
When did his players become so polite?