Hogwarts: Magical Elegy

"What do you mean? Tom?"

Xifa turned his head slightly and looked at Tom Riddle, who was about the same height as him, with clear black eyes that did not contain any emotion.

"Just helping my friend. Don't get me wrong."

With his back to Professor Leslie, Tom showed a smiley expression.

Just as Sypha restrained Elise, Tom restrained Abraxas from being accused.

To be honest, even if Abraxas used the Death Curse to sneak attack Xifa, it would be impossible to succeed.

What's more, it is released in person.

As soon as Abraxas came forward, he released the killing curse at Hogwarts.

Although the Ministry of Magic will not sentence him to Azkaban, he still has to be locked up in the family to avoid the limelight.

In this case, wouldn't my efforts for a year to win over the legitimate son of the Malfoy family be in vain?

With Tom's help, Abraxas also woke up.

He couldn't help but feel regretful for his recklessness.

Of course, he was not upset that he had provoked Elise, but that he could not use certain methods openly in front of Professor Leslie.

This time it was Western France that took the lead.

Moreover, looking at Tom's ease, it's not certain who will win or lose in a fight between Xifa and him!

"Tom! I know you are unwilling to be mediocre and want to express yourself, but it is your fault that you use me as a stepping stone."

The corners of Tom's mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Sypha refused to listen, and he suddenly raised his hand and knocked Tom's hand off Abraxas's shoulder.

With lightning speed and no haste, it can cover your ears and steal the bell.

A slap hit Abraxas on the face.

Snapped!

Tom's physical strength is unexpectedly strong, and he may have acquired some of Slytherin's secret body-building skills.

But in front of him, he is still a younger brother.

Fortunately, Tom withstood more force.

Abraxas, who was of ordinary physique, was not slapped to the ground by Xifa.

"You dare to hit me? Hit the heir of the Malfoy family?"

Abraxas covered his face, looking in disbelief.

Xifa ignored him and turned around and walked towards Elise.

"you give me..."

"enough!"

Professor Leslie's stern look and tone made Abraxas stop talking.

Seeing the redness and swelling around his mouth, Leslie couldn't bear it after all.

He took out a bottle of herbal medicine and asked Abraxas to go aside to deal with the injury.

She had been mediating the conflict between Elise and the pure-blood family early in the morning.

Maybe it was because Xifa was not here and Dumbledore was not here either, so he felt that the three little girls were easy to bully.

But a junior is a junior, and Brent Fergus has worked with him for decades.

And Dumbledore also informed everyone internally of part of the truth.

Is there nothing wrong with scolding Brandt in front of him, and then trying to break up the fight after seeing Xifa let out a sigh of relief?

"After I go back, I will tell Armando what happened in the outer courtyard, and at the same time, I will suspend the little wizard's substitute teaching."

"I will also temporarily block this layer with administrator rights."

"Tell me, what do you think? If not, we will go back."

Professor Leslie's words were polite, but Tom seized the opportunity and wanted to find out about Xifa's background.

"Mr. Corwin, I wonder how much knowledge you have inherited from Professor Dumbledore?"

Tom asked Xifa seriously.

Cassandra held Elise's arm and made a retching gesture, but Tom turned a blind eye.

Now he only feels that Xifa is the only one who can collide with him.

Those two girls were just vases with magic power.

It makes sense for Elise to say that, after all, she is doing academic research on magic patterns.

Learning to fight is nothing but a necessity of the times.

As for Cassandra, if Xifa opens up the realm of all curses for her.

She can hit ten starting Toms.

"It's so pathetic, Tom, don't think I'm going to call you Classmate Riddle."

Tom secretly clenched his fists.

"If I remember correctly, Professor Dumbledore also personally went to pick you up to come to Hogwarts. Don't you know what the professor is capable of?"

These two sentences really touched Tom's pain point.

He really hates being called Tom, but it is his name, and people who want to be close to him will call him that.

Obviously, calling him Tom was not like being close to him, it was blatantly disgusting him!

This is nothing.

What made Tom feel resentful was Dumbledore's defense against him.

Of course, if it's just for precaution, that's all.

However, this is only my first year of school.

Xifer became Dumbledore's favorite little wizard.

This gave Tom a feeling of having his father's love taken away from him.

"I don't know what Dumbledore is capable of. Can you prove it to me?"

"You are not qualified to ask me to prove anything to you."

Xifa smiled contemptuously. Tom almost lost his mind. He clenched his fists hard and suppressed the thought of casting a curse back to the bottom of his heart.

"What do you want to do?" At first, Professor Leslie did not notice that the two of them were not dealing with each other.

By the time she reacted, the two of them had almost started fighting.

"Sorry, Professor Leslie, I am exchanging ideas with classmate Tom."

Xifa put away his frivolous attitude and said to the professor apologetically. It seemed that it was his fault for making the professor worry.

"You think so, Tom?"

"That's right!"

Tom said through gritted teeth, but then he saw Elise also frowning, probably unable to provide help to Xifa.

"Let me tell you my opinion first."

Tom suddenly changed his expression, became personable, and spoke confidently and decisively.

"I have an idea of ​​what's going on with this poor little wizard."

"In Slytherin's Notes, as you know, I am a Parseltongue." Speaking of Parseltongue, Tom looked a little fanatical, as if this made him stand out in the wizarding world.

Cassandra came behind Xifa and tugged at the corner of his clothes, her eyes full of questions.

Xifa nodded imperceptibly. Lady Diana was eyeing Slytherin's legacy.

Tom probably doesn't know that he's being targeted by, er... his mother-in-law, right?

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "There is a record in the notebook that a dark wizard can turn a living wizard into his undead spirit through a ritual-like black magic."

"The nature of the undead is the same as that of a ghost, except that it has no consciousness and needs to be manipulated by humans."

"Maybe someone in the outer courtyard cast this evil black magic, but he didn't learn how to control it. This caused this situation."

After hearing this, Professor Leslie nodded thoughtfully.

It's basically consistent with what Tom said. Normal magic penetrates through, while advanced magic has an effect but is very limited.

Moreover, some ghosts have no shadows.

"Is there any information on how to dispel this magic in the notes?"

"I'm sorry, Professor Leslie, Slytherin only left a rough description in Parselang."

When Professor Leslie heard this, he could not conceal his disappointment.

"In this case, let's go back and seal off everything here. I'll ask Professor Crouch. If he has no choice but to wait for Albus to come back..."

"Wait, Professor Leslie."

"Tom, do you have anything to add?" Professor Leslie, who was about to turn around, stopped.

"Although we don't know the source of the magic, we can know which little wizard cast it."

"Sincerely!"

The tip of Tom's wand flashed a dark green light.

"Let all the little wizards in the outer courtyard put their wands in front of me one by one and tell me loudly that it's not him. As long as they tell the truth, the dark green light will not turn into black!"

"good..."

"I object!" Elise told herself that it was difficult to change the state of the undead, especially without the control of the master.

Xifa knew that Tom was wrong, or that he deliberately misled everyone.