Chapter 161: Teach Tom The Dragon-Slaying Skill, The Kind-Hearted Qiu

Chapter 161: Teach Tom The Dragon-Slaying Skill, The Kind-Hearted Qiu

When it comes to Tom, also known as Fufu, Wayne is serious.

Almost every night, I have to take some time to talk about my ideals with the other person, and ask him to help me with some homework.

He and Fleur didn't talk every day.

After experiencing the initial shock, Tom quickly cheered up and even became more attentive.

The flattery in his words made Wayne feel a little embarrassed.

Harry wasn't as good as he said.

A certain Hufflepuff sophomore fits Tom's description perfectly.

Wise and mighty, clever and wise, the future number one in the magic world

Although he didn't know what Tom's purpose was, Wayne had a few guesses, which matched his performance.

This wave is a two-way rush.

[Master Potter, it’s not that I think pure-blood wizards are inherently superior, but that’s the fact. 】

[In my time, Slytherin was the strongest, followed by Gryffindor. 】

[Those outstanding wizards usually have extremely excellent bloodlines, and they are naturally powerful. However, no matter how hard Muggle wizards try, they will never reach too high a height. 】

After a month, Tom spoke more freely.

The views expressed are all taboos that cannot be expressed to the outside world. This is also due to the fact that Wayne has been chatting along Tom's words recently, which has made him gradually relax his vigilance.

The only thing that bothers Wayne is that this guy seems to want to use the Imperius Curse to control him.

Every time he was tempted, he had to think of various ways to fool him so as not to be noticed that something was wrong.

I am so sincere to you, but you only want my body.

What a scumbag mentality.

"Tom, I think you are right." Wayne suppressed his nausea and wrote: "Nowadays, wizards from pure-blood families are even better, such as Dumbledore and me."

"Why are you telling me this?"

[I just think... Professor Dumbledore seems to be too partial to those Muggles and half-bloods. "Nine-three-seven" don't you feel unfair, Master Potter? 】

Tom tried his best to get 'Harry' to have negative feelings towards Dumbledore.

This way he can seize the flaw and take advantage of it.

As expected of his fateful enemy, he is so difficult to deal with.

Through Legilimency, he rarely noticed any negative emotions in 'Harry' and lived happily every day.

This is very difficult to do.

In one month, he had made almost no progress. Apart from getting closer to 'Harry', he had not shaken the other person's mind at all.

Well, the relationship got better because he had to write a lot of homework every day.

Potions, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and even astronomical images were all drawn by him.

Other subjects are fine, but the most disgusting one is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

A meaningless article every week, and those flattering words are almost boring.

Don't let him know who the professor is, otherwise he will be the first to be killed when he comes back to life!

Today, Tom took the plunge and started talking about Lido and Muggle wizards.

He couldn't delay it any longer, he had to control 'Harry' as soon as possible, and then swallow his life force so that he could act without the diary.

As long as there is enough vitality, even...

Therefore, even if 'Harry', who has always shown his admiration for Dumbledore, is alert, he must take a risk.

Wayne thought for a long time and finally wrote:

"Tom, I found that you have a deep prejudice against Muggle wizards. Aren't you a half-blood wizard yourself?"

The ink marks disappeared for a long time without any response from Tom.

It wasn't until Wayne had no patience to wait any longer that a line of handwriting slowly emerged.

[I also hate my bloodline, why didn’t my mother find a wizard as a partner instead of a drunkard. 】

[Maybe that way, I can become better. 】

"You are already very powerful. You can make this diary. This is something that many adult wizards cannot do."

[It's far worse than Master Potter. The wizarding world has always been a pure-blood world. 】

"I have a different opinion."

【Oh?】Tom became interested.

Instead of being alert, 'Harry' was willing to continue the debate with him, which was a very good sign.

With his ability to bewitch, it was certain that Harry was mentally shaken.

"I think the existence of half-blood wizards and Muggle wizards is very important. Voldemort who once wanted to kill me failed because of his concept of pure-blood supremacy."

A haze immediately appeared in Tom's heart. Wasn't this just adding salt to his wounds?

But he refrained from refuting, and instead asked Wayne:

[Why do you say that? Didn’t Voldemort meet you when he failed? 】

"This is just one of the reasons, the most important thing is that there is something wrong with his thinking.

Wayne wrote with a quill filled with ink:

"The Death Eaters under Voldemort are all pure-blood families, and they are only part of the pure-blood family. Judging from the human hand alone, they are at an absolute disadvantage."

"If Voldemort doesn't take action, those rotten fish and shrimps alone won't be able to make a difference."

[Master Potter is aware of this, but isn’t the reason why Voldemort became the Dark Lord just because of his power? 】

[As long as Voldemort is strong, he only needs elites as his subordinates. 】

"Then what?" Wayne wrote again.

[What then?] Tom didn't know why.

"What would he have done if there was no Dumbledore, if Voldemort never met me and successfully ruled the wizarding world?"

Tom was first shocked by 'Harry's' narcissism for a few seconds, and then showed the handwriting hesitantly.

[Prohibit marriage between wizards and Muggles, drive away or even kill those who are not pure wizards. 】

"Then do you think that if you do this, how many people will there be in the magic world in the future?"

[I don’t know, it will be much less than now. 】

"Then it's over. Voldemort finally won. It can be said that the magic world is his power, but he chose to slaughter his own people."

"Tom, there are hundreds or even thousands of Muggles in each village. If Voldemort continues to do this, how many wizards will be left in the UK?"

"When the time comes, he, the Dark Lord, will actually be the little boss who commands hundreds of purebloods?"

Tom was silent.

He's a little confused now.

Wayne struck while the iron was hot and continued: "If I were Voldemort, I would never kill wizards easily, let alone discriminate against non-pure bloods."

“A very great man said it well.”

"Make as many friends as you want, and make as few enemies as possible..."

"To me, they are all my future subordinates. I even hope that the more wizards there are, the better, so that both sides can check and balance each other..."

Wayne then instilled a lot of dragon-slaying skills into Tom.

I'm just here to fool people today.

After long-term observation, Wayne can be sure.

Tom in the diary has a higher IQ than Voldemort who was resurrected two years later.

And it's not even a little bit high.

His personality is quite stable.

He guessed that when he was making the Horcrux, Voldemort might not have mastered the strength of the knife he used to inflict his soul, and it might have been too big.

Not half, but at least a third of the soul is in the diary.

Coupled with the subsequent active or passive soul splitting several times, the resurrected Fu Fu will become delirious.

He somewhat wanted to know if, under his own education, Tom could realize his mistakes and embark on a different path. In any case, the Dark Lord's ideological level was too low for the Devil.

Being beaten down by this random punch, Tom had obviously lost his sense of control.

I left a hasty sentence saying that I was running out of energy, and then disappeared.

Putting the diary away, Wayne still felt a little unfinished.

Ideological education is not good enough, Tom.

Entering October, the Scottish Highlands suddenly experienced a major drop in temperature, and the damp cold air filled the grounds and penetrated into the castle.

A cold suddenly broke out among students, and even professors were affected.

The older cat girl had a strong nasal voice during class, and would cough twice before saying a few words.

There was a long queue outside the school doctor's office, and Madam Pomfrey was busy preparing the refreshing potion.

People who drink this potion will have smoke coming out of their ears for several hours, like a train emitting steam.

And Madam Pomfrey's potion still tastes as bad as ever.

Wayne also took the opportunity to refine a batch of normal refreshing potion without any strange smell. Young masters with some spare money will come to him to buy it.

In this way, October's Hogsmeade Day quietly arrived.

As usual, he asked Dumbledore to make a purchase order, and Wayne took Qiu out of the campus.

"Where are we going today?"

There is thick fog on the street, and Halloween is approaching. The pumpkin lanterns have been hung up in front of the store, and dim candlelight is flickering inside.

The sound of wind chimes coming from time to time made Qiu tighten her clothes with some discomfort.

It’s enough to go to a holy place like Mrs. Puddiff’s Teahouse once, but that’s really all.

If you want to date, Qiu still feels that the world of suitcases has more atmosphere.

She enjoys being alone with Wayne.

I don’t know what this guy is busy with lately [he often stays in the dormitory and doesn’t come out.

Even if I have some free time and Hermione comes to rob someone, from time to time Senior Penello will come and get in the way.

Oh yeah, and that first-year Slytherin who suddenly showed up.

She had seen it several times, and the little girl was almost crying, but she still followed Wayne eagerly, like a little follower.

"As usual, let's go to Bee Duke Candy Shop first." Wayne thought for a while and decided.

"The principal has finished all the candies last time and needs to restock this time."

"Have you eaten so much?" Qiu was a little surprised.

She clearly remembered that Wayne bought a large bag of candies.

Even if it was placed in the dormitory, she and several roommates would not be able to finish it in one school year.

"After all, he is the greatest white wizard of this century." Wayne said with a smile: "The body can resist."

"You must spend a lot of money, I will give you all my pocket money." Qiu hugged the boy's arm distressedly.

Last time, it was Wayne who spent his own money to allow the principal to open the door for convenience.

Wayne smiled like a little fox: "It doesn't matter, I got the order yesterday and went to see Professor McGonagall..."

"She reimbursed me all the money, and the money had to be deducted from the principal's salary."

Neither Wayne nor Dumbledore cares about this expense, but being able to trick Lao Deng is much happier than saving dozens of galleons.

Qiu couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

She knew that Wayne was not the one who suffered the loss.

Among all the little wizards in the school, he was the only one who dared to do this.

After buying it for Dumbledore, Wayne specially bought a small one, which was for Astoria.

The little girl's diet was strictly controlled at home and at school, and she did not eat many sweets.

Now that my health is better, I can no longer keep my mouth shut.

A while ago, Wayne took her to eat a meal cooked by Gardevoir, and she almost ate the whole plate.

Since then

Astoria would often beg Wayne to let her have another meal.

The conditions given by Wayne were also very simple. As long as she could run around the Quidditch pitch in one breath, she could eat it.

But this kind of request is simply a hellish difficulty for Astoria, who has just escaped the threat of curse.

She had no choice but to get up and exercise first every morning.

I felt so aggrieved that I wanted to cry, but I held it back under Wayne's order.

He was obviously helping the little loli exercise, but the dog system actually decided that he was bullying the students and gave him some points, which made Wayne very angry.

Qiu's mood is not very beautiful now.

The girl looked at the gift box in Wayne's hand and said in a faint tone:

"You seem to like that Slytherin?"

Wayne paused slightly, knowing that he was jealous, but his expression immediately turned into a sigh.

"I can't say I like it, I can only say...sympathy."

Seeing how much he had changed, Qiu's curiosity was aroused: "Sympathy? Why.

Wayne briefly introduced the blood curse, focusing on the pain Astoria suffered, which made Qiu full of heartache.

"I'm sorry, I don't know her..."

"It's nothing." Wayne gently rubbed the girl's head: "With King Feng here, by the end of this school year, her curse should be completely eliminated."

Because of her age, Astoria's problem is actually much easier to deal with than Nagini's.

But because the ability to withstand pain is too weak, each treatment cannot be done too hard.

Once every two weeks, a dozen times, which is less than a year.

"Besides candy, is there anything else you want to eat?" Qiu quickly cheered up and asked proactively:

"I want to buy her some gifts."

"You are so kind." Wayne kissed the girl's forehead.

Qiu lowered her head shyly and hugged the boy's waist: "I misunderstood you just now. I'm sorry, Wayne...

Very good, the fact that his XP is white hair was successfully fooled.

Where the girl couldn't see, the boy quietly made a gesture.

Qiu took Wayne to Three Broomsticks and bought the special fried water island cod steak and butter beer as gifts.

Butterbeer also specifically asked to cook it longer to evaporate all the alcohol.

It was also the first time for Wayne to meet the prestigious Ms. Rosmerta.

It sure tastes good.

Her blond hair has big waves, and her every move and smile attracts the attention of the little wizard in the store. The red dress 3.9 perfectly sets off her mature figure.

However, in terms of looks alone, she can only be considered as average, and her temperament scores very high.

Not really Wayne's cup of tea.

Qiu was extremely satisfied when she saw that the boy was completely different from the other boys who looked obsessed.

She originally planned to have lunch here, but Wayne vetoed it.

"I know a place that, although it doesn't look good, is definitely delicious."

With that said, Wayne pulled the girl out of the store and walked towards a remote side road.

Arriving at the end of the path, Qiu's face changed slightly.

"Pig's Head Bar?"

She had heard the upperclassmen mention this, but they didn't say anything good.

Wayne pushed the door open and shouted loudly:

"Brother, I'm here to see you!"

"Wayne, the boss here is a weirdo." Qiu said nervously: "Will you anger him by doing this?"

Wayne patted her hand to reassure the girl.

Soon, the grumpy Lord came out from upstairs with a helpless voice.

"You kid, I haven't even gotten up yet, and you're here."

Aberforth walked down the stairs, his head in a mess and his beard tangled together.

"It's almost noon, and you just got up?"

Wayne looked at him in surprise.

"A Spanish guy was trading thorn berries at my place last night, and he almost got screwed because he was a little late." Aberforth said nonchalantly, and Qiu's pretty face turned pale.

Who on earth is this person, who can talk about illegal transactions so lightly?

"Don't be afraid, Qiu." Wayne comforted softly: "If you take a closer look at Aberforth, he looks like the same person from time to time?"

The girl reluctantly cheered up and looked at the old man.

Blue and bright pupils, and a long white beard.

It matches the shape of his face and the name Wayne just called him.

Qiu quickly thought of something and said in surprise:

"Professor Dumbledore?".