The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

But Alice at least knew that the chief and the Malfoy family were allies.

The first grade has no class in the morning, but there is a Potions class in the afternoon.

Xiao Er bid farewell to everyone and returned to the dormitory alone.

As soon as he entered the door, Ziying rushed to his shoulder and kept pecking at his hair. This bird is now working part-time as Xiao Er's chicken coop hair stylist.

Xiao Er let it make a fuss, soothing his mouth.

"Hogwarts is not allowed to bring other than cats, owls, toads or very small pets. I can bring you in. Those professors have turned a blind eye. I can't grow up every day. Let me take you for a stroll."

Ziying didn't listen, and kept messing with Xiao'er's hair, which meant that his ears sounded like calluses.

Xiao Er was helpless, and still said casually.

"Don't worry, when I become the principal, I must cancel this damn restriction, and you can follow me anytime."

Ziying didn't listen, didn't listen, just pecked, just pecked. .

Xiao Er didn't care about it, this little guy's temper came and went quickly.

Anyway, I have broken hair, no matter how messy, he is handsome!

Take out the alchemy materials and start making the communication version of the playing cards again.

Although the function is single, I am reluctant to use precious materials to make cards for younger brothers.

However, the style is still very delicate.

Although the cards have no suits, only numbers from 1 to N and some symbolic character patterns, they are divided into four representative colors of red, blue, green and yellow.

Suit, but represents the sequence, represents the high level of the throne.

However, the patterns on the back of these cards are still a purple-black throne floating on a pentagram, shining with purple streams, which is very gorgeous.

This is called the function is not enough to look good.

He was busy until noon, and he also had lunch in the dormitory,

Ziying had had enough trouble before, so she went to play in the Forbidden Forest by herself.

Xiao Er was not worried about its safety at all.

Checking the time, there was still an hour before Potions class, Xiao Er put away the finished playing cards and materials, and took out Tom's notebook again.

It's been a month since we communicated, and this guy still hasn't responded.

In the original book, I don't know how long it took Ginny to get Tom to respond.

Maybe Ginny is a little girl, easy to cheat?

Xiao Er has no tendency to dress up as a woman, and he doesn't have much patience.

"Hey, why do you force me to convince others with virtue?"

After sighing, he wrote directly in his notebook.

"Tom or Voldemort, hello!"

Chapter 114 Difficult Tom

Xiao Er stared at the words he wrote, waiting for Tom's response, but nothing happened for a long time.

Shaw laughed angrily.

This is not giving up until the Yellow River, not turning back until hitting the south wall?

Voldemort was really a dog when he was young. No wonder Dumbledore didn't do anything to him even though he noticed that he was ambitious.

Sure enough, Voldemort got his nickname right.

Shaw simply took out his wand, pointed at the diary and chanted a spell.

"Hellfire!"

A fist-sized Fierce Flame emerged from the tip of the stick, burning the air fiercely, and the red light turned the diary red, as if it was about to burn the diary at any time.

Sure enough, the next moment the diary began to tremble violently, and the paragraph written by Xiao Er quickly disappeared, and a paragraph of text reappeared.

"Hello, Theodore Knott."

Sure enough, if you can't wake up the person who pretends to be asleep, then pour a basin of water on him, try it if you don't believe it.

Shaw smiled, extinguished Fiendflame, put away his wand, and wrote again with his pen.

"Tom Riddle, are you finally willing to talk?"

Tom: Sorry, the magic world has some misunderstandings about talking magic items. I'm just protecting myself. I'm just a simple memory. You can compare it to the Sorting Hat.

Xiao Er shook his head and laughed, still pretending?

He was too lazy to write and asked directly.

"Don't talk about it, you are a Horcrux with a real soul. Tell me, when did you find something wrong? I shouldn't show my feet."

This time, Tom was silent for a long time before words appeared in the diary.

Tom: You're pretending to be the wrong person. The Knott family, I know very well. Their ancestors like to use human bones to grind jade and use human heads as cups. They are a crazy family, and you pretended to be too cowardly.

Xiao Er was stunned for a while, well, he gave himself 0 points for this wave of acting skills.

He also recognized Tom's observation ability, and continued to ask curiously.

"Any other reasons?"

Tom: I've read your mind through Legilimency, it's too consistent with words and deeds, no one can really do this, you should be a master of Occlumency, other magical talents must be good, not some mediocre poor student .

Xiao Er narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a look of fear.

Just based on these few words, it can be seen that the young version of Voldemort is really scheming and intelligent.

"anything else?"

Tom: No, I know you are a super genius, and I know you are afraid of me, but I can help you, the combination of strong and strong will only make you stronger.

Xiao Er knew that Tom was not telling the truth, but he was normal.

It would be the same for him. If he behaves too outstandingly and monstrously in front of a person who does not understand the good and evil of the mind and controls his own life and death, he will only die faster.

For example, when Shaw faced Grindelwald and Dumbledore, his speaking skills were completely different.

Xiao Er pondered for a while, and felt that Tom was too dangerous, so he directly showed his cards.

"What can you help me? Let me tell you the truth, you can either let go of your mind and let me control you, or die!"

The diary fell silent for a moment, and closed the pages and cover automatically, with a rather decisive attitude.

Seeing this, Shaw's eyes turned cold, and he pointed his wand again, Fiendfire appeared.

However, this time the diary really didn't respond at all.

After confronting each other for a while, Shaw sighed, put away his wand, and put away his diary together.

I also guessed Tom's mental activities in my heart.

One is the extremely arrogant person who would rather die than be a slave.

The second is that since Xiao Er put so much effort into pretending, he must have irreplaceable value, so he won't be destroyed immediately, so there is room for change.

Next, it's about patience and wisdom.

Xiao Er stood up, and while walking towards the potions classroom, he was thinking about how to conquer a proud person.

Not to mention, Shaw was really reluctant to kill Tom directly.

One is to cherish talents, and the other is that the other party is really useful.

He already had a plan to raise his own self-respect.

So what weakness does Tom have to break through his spiritual defense?

Before he knew it, Xiao Er, who was in deep thought, had already arrived at the Potions classroom ahead of schedule.

"Heh, Blake, who is powerful, also has a day when he has a headache and frowns. Maybe it's because his IQ is not enough. I suggest you drink a bottle of an advanced version of the intelligence-enhancing potion."

Shaw came back to his senses, turned his head and saw Snape standing behind him, he didn't care about the other person's words, maybe Lao Aojiao was concerned about him, and indirectly asked what difficulties he had, so he just said it.

"Professor, is there really an advanced version of intelligence-enhancing potion? Please give me a dozen."

Snape was not surprised by Shaw's thick skin, and continued to sarcastically.

"If your potions knowledge has been at this troll level, I'll give you a P (fail) at the end of the term."

Shaw didn't care, and the chicken and the duck preached.

"Professor, you said that if you want to convince a proud and intelligent person, what should you do?"

Snape felt confounded, his chest felt tight, he stared at Shaw, and said in a nonchalant tone.

"Hmph, Blake, strength is not the basis for you to do whatever you want. You can't always stand in front of your body with the Iron Armor Curse to protect yourself from sneak attacks, and you can't always stop eating? I have recently developed a colorless and odorless poison, and I just need one Experiment."

Shaw's eyes lit up, he couldn't help but patted his forehead, then proudly took out a stack of photos from the ring, and clapped the hand that grabbed Snape into his palm.

"Thank you, Professor, for your pointers. Do you have any more vicious ideas? Let's talk about them together?"

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched, and his eyes could hardly keep his indifference.

"Neuropathy!"

He cursed, took the photo and returned to the podium.

Xiao Er smiled and didn't continue to ask. In the next class, he didn't have the mind to listen to the class and brew the potion, and Draco did it all by himself.

Snape passed by him a few times, and always glanced at him with a mentally retarded look.

Then continue to embarrass Harry who is seriously brewing the potion.

"Harry Potter, was your hand bitten by a black dog? You squeezed the juice out of the night fruit with the back of a knife, not to make you chop like a butcher! Gryffindor, five points will be deducted."

Harry Potter was at a loss. When did the professor mention this knowledge point?

He looked left and right to see that the other students were also cutting, why did he only talk about himself.

But Harry didn't say anything, he was already much more stable, and he had learned countless bloody lessons, knowing that if he talked back at this time, he would only be deducted more points.

Snape was very dissatisfied with Harry's performance, almost as shameless as Shaw.