The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

Sure enough, the notebook trembled immediately, black light flashed continuously, and each word quickly appeared literally, and the strokes were clanging.

"You nonsense! I am more talented than that ruthless and pedantic Dumbledore, only greater and more powerful than him! Sooner or later, I will let him know that I am wrong."

As for anything else, Tom might be able to keep his cool.

It can be mentioned that Dumbledore, the one who burned the cabinet and forced him to bow his head, taught him that magic is powerful, brought him into the magic world, and was always suspected and guarded by the other party.

Tom's reaction was great and emotional.

Young Tom's perception of the old bee is also complicated.

gratitude?hatred?Not angry?Resentment?

Tom hated his surname and his humble father, and perhaps he once had the idea of ​​a powerful and noble Dumbledore as his father's place in his heart.

But his observation ability is very keen, he has long seen the ruthlessness of Dumbledore's fraternity, and learned a lot from it.

That is, everything is false, only strength is true!

Seeing Tom's movement, Xiaoer was more excited than he expected. The other party's Occlumency seemed to have failed, and the overflowing resentment was constantly captured by Xiaoer's divine sense.

Seeing this, Xiao Er immediately struck while the iron was hot, and continued to play the role of the madman.

"Why are you excited? In my eyes, your and Dumbledore's talents are rubbish."

Tom:! ! ! !I have never seen such a brazen and arrogant person like you!

Tom: Don't think that you control my life and death, so you can criticize my incomparable talent at will!

Tom: Although Dumbledore is shameless, only I have the right to question his talent!

Well, if an outsider sees the arrogant dialogue between these two people, it is probably similar to watching two children debate the day.

The corners of Xiao Er's eyes twitched, why did the other party have a sense of "I am the only one who can fight my father, why don't you try?"

It seems that the entanglement between Tom and Dumbledore is much deeper than imagined.

"Am I arrogant? A joke!"

"Tom, it's not that I look down on you. With your superficial thinking and talent, compared to me, you can only be regarded as a troll level!"

Tom: You, you, ha ha, ha ha, I'm nothing compared to your bragging talent, huh?Hmm, are you pissing me off?

Xiao Er narrowed his eyes, but he didn't expect the other party to recover quite quickly.

"Enrage you? An ant in the palm is also worthy?"

Tom: ....

Xiao Er imitated Draco, raised his head slightly, and said in an arrogant tone.

"Only comparing strength, you can't compare to me. I am only 12 years old, and I have already touched the threshold of legend, and I just killed Voldemort after the resurrection of your main soul a few days ago."

Xiao Er said, took out the magic spell, and swung it with all his might.

In the dormitory, there was a burst of purple light suddenly, and a long halberd with thunder light was slowly formed. There were countless arcs of lightning jumping on the halberd. The halberd was simple in shape, as if it could pierce the void.

Countless thunder elements in the air formed small whirlpools and quickly merged into the halberd. This is the iconic state of touching the legend.

This scene startled Tom, who could see the outside scene.

The notebook trembled again, and words appeared quickly.

Tom: Impossible, absolutely impossible. With my unparalleled magical talent, I was only able to reach the level of a top Auror at the age of 17, and I only touched the threshold of legend at the age of 28. Which great wizard pretended to be you?

Xiao Er was stunned for a moment, waved away the Thunder Light Halberd, and continued to punish his heart.

"I've said it all, I don't need to do that to an ant in the palm of my hand."

Tom: .... .

Shaw smiled contemptuously.

"Hmph, let's not compare talents now, let's talk about the achievements of the student days. I heard that you were the highest student council president in name only? And you won a special contribution award by framing Hagrid? What kind of knight order? Oh, what rubbish!"

"As for me, when I first entered Hogwarts, I broke through Slytherin with my strength and became the chief. It took less than half a year to unify the four colleges. All young wizards have to follow my rules.

You have a knight order and you have to carefully organize it in the dark, but I also got a magic throne, but it can operate in an 'open and aboveboard' manner. I have countless confidants, and I can choose from the outstanding students of the four major colleges!

You begged so hard to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but I easily became the deputy head of Gryffindor.

That's a matter of wit, you suck! "

Tom: Nonsense again, how could you have subdued Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and you thought Dumbledore was dead?

Shaw smiled.

"This is the gap between structure and resourcefulness, you are too weak.

Let's talk about connections.

Grindelwald, you know, my fans and pen pals, his voodoo, you know, mine too.

Now half of Europe is under my control, unlike you and your main body, who have been tossing around in the UK like a village tyrant, and have not been able to pass a high school for more than ten years!

Simply short-sighted!lame! "

Tom was surrounded by Shore's extreme Versailles, and he really felt like being trampled in the face by all kinds of things. His spirit was a little overflowing, and the notebook suddenly became dark.

But the proud Tom is still unwilling to believe that he is inferior.

Tom: Haha, you liar!I don't believe it unless you prove it to me!

Shaw shook his head, and threw the carefully selected newspapers, school management materials and some of Grindelwald's correspondence on the table beside the diary.

"These are proofs. Do you still need me to take you out for a walk? Tom, as proud as you, do you want to be a person who pretends to be asleep?"

A burst of spiritual thoughts came from the diary to scan through the materials, and then retracted and became silent.

But slowly, the diary began to tremble, the pages jumped, and then flipped randomly, expressing Tom's agitated mood at the moment.

Xiao Er naturally has a place to steal chickens, but to the enemy, what kind of martial arts are you talking about?

However, Voldemort does not look crazy, but because of his background, he yearns for some spirits similar to knights and nobles. He really talks about martial arts, for example, he has to single out with Harry every time.

So at this moment, Tom didn't want Xiao Er to prove it further. He felt that Xiao Er's strength was really in control of his own life and death, so there was really no need to lie to him.

So Tom began to doubt himself, and his beliefs tended to collapse.

Seeing that the cover of the notebook was showing a tendency to crack, Xiao Er knew that the time had come, so he quickly put on a mask.

Then open the customized psychedelic potion and pour the green potion on the opened pages of the diary.

At the same time, Xiao Er also launched Legilimency with all his strength, and successfully entered Tom's memory under the protection of Tom's mind.

Chapter 119 Tom's Memory

There was some vibration in the blue and misty space, and there was the sound of rain ticking.

Xiao Er suddenly appeared here, in front of him was a black-haired, pale but extremely handsome little boy, who was hiding at the corner and peeking at the gate.

This boy with red lips and white teeth was Tom Riddle when he was a child.

Xiao Er followed Little Tom's gaze. At the gate of the orphanage, a kind female teacher led a cute little girl and said something to a couple in luxurious clothes.

After a while, the well-behaved little girl was taken away by the couple.

Little Tom, who was hiding, had a hint of envy in his indifferent eyes, but said disdainfully in his mouth: The bad guys really look like they are pretending to be good.

Shaw nodded, agreeing with Tom's point of view.

The condition of British orphanages in this period is not very good. How many good children can there be?

The screen turned and came to a seaside cave.

Tom was talking to several boys excitedly.

"I can command the snake, and you will hang out with me in the future, we will be friends, and we will never worry about food and clothing."

A few slightly sloppy boys listened to the hissing sound of vomiting letters in the darkness around them in horror, and then turned their heads to look at Tom like a monster.

"Monster, he's a monster!"

"Ah! Run!"

"Woo, don't eat me!"

A few children ran away crying, shouting, shitting, and stumbling.

Tom's pale face was very ugly, and his small fists were creaking.

A little snake crawled up his shoulder along the trouser leg. Tom took a deep breath and spoke in Parseltongue to the little snake.

"It seems that I am not suitable for making friends, only you are willing to accompany me."

The screen turns again.

The wizard in white robes and bushy hair was Dumbledore who came to inform Tom to enroll.

At this time, he pointed to the burning toy in the closet and preached to Tom.

"Stealing is wrong. Hogwarts does not allow stealing, otherwise you will lose your qualifications to become a wizard. Apologies!"

Tom looked at the flames, and the respect and desire for Dumbledore in his eyes quickly disappeared.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, turned around and said with a sincere attitude.

"Professor, I know I was wrong."

Xiao Er watched from the sidelines, feeling a little pity.

At this time, Dumbledore missed an excellent opportunity to redeem Tom, just a little more patience.

It's a pity that Dumbledore is not the "principal" who is very friendly to little wizards at this moment, and he is also busy dealing with Grindelwald who is causing turmoil all over the world, so he is very anxious and irritable.

Time is also life.

Xiao Er pondered for a while, and felt that Tom's soul was not excited enough at the moment, and the soul control skill of puppetry could not be activated yet.

The screen turns again.

The environment became the Hogwarts that Shaw was familiar with.

Tom was holding a simple small gift box and was about to knock on the door of the transfiguration office when he suddenly heard a voice from inside.

"No! Horace, I won't be your witness, and I don't agree with you accepting Tom as your godson. That child has a problem with his mind. He, he is still a descendant of the Gaunt family. Do you know that family? concept."