The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Lockhart's box is well soundproofed. After closing the lid, no matter how Lockhart howled inside, it was almost inaudible outside. Lockhart tried his best to hit the box, but it could only make the box tremble slightly.

Tom sat back in the office chair and leaned on it, relaxing a little. The conversation I just had with Lockhart gave him a feeling that I couldn't understand but was deeply shocked. It's hard to imagine that a person could say something like that.

He took out Riddle's diary. He still needed to learn some knowledge from Voldemort.

He found some insects and fed them to the diary.

In this communication with Riddle, Tom could feel that Riddle seemed to be a little more urgent. Every few words, the topic was getting closer to the secret room and blood food, but Tom always talked about him and expressed his feelings. Times are certain.

At the same time, he also urged Riddle to continue teaching him various magic spells.

Under Riddle's guidance, Tom's skills in drawing cards can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds, and he took several class notes alone.

[Expelliarmus skill breakthrough successful

Current status: Expelliarmus level 1 (0/200-17%)]

[Split skill breakthrough successful

Current status: torn apart level 1 (0/200-21%)]

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"Thank you, Treviso." Tom's bird snake slowly climbed onto the table, then spit out a few insects from its mouth and landed on the diary.

The battery life of Riddle's diary is very poor now. It needs to be fed every few minutes. If it is not fed, its memory will deteriorate. So Tom let his bird snake out and asked him to catch a few bugs - and also let this guy exercise and stop sitting in the pot every day.

Tom felt that if it weren't for the bird snake's ability to shrink, Treviso would have been too fat to get out.

Treviso is well-tamed and very low-key. He always catches insects as quickly as possible and then returns to the pot to rest. Tom has to pay a price for driving birds and snakes like this: one chicken drumstick for one action, at least five. insect.

"Really, I can't remember these things clearly. If we go to the secret room, we can definitely find more detailed teaching materials." Riddle once again shifted the topic to the secret room.

You can’t blame Old Tom for being too eager, the main reason is that he thinks things are very weird!

I have been with that little wizard for a long time, but he hasn't opened his heart to me yet! Although the little wizard Tom Yoder was a bit interesting, Riddle still didn't want to communicate with him from the bottom of his heart. Communicating with him was too tiring, just like giving a lecture.

If Riddle's diary wants to regain its power, there is an extremely important way, and that is to let the other party open his soul. As long as the holder's soul is opened to Riddle, he can swallow the holder's most secret fears and deepest secrets. Until Riddle's soul became more powerful than the soul of the diary holder itself.

At that point, he will be able to manipulate the person who opens his soul to him.

But this trick failed when facing Tom. Every time Riddle felt that he had pried open Tom's heart a little bit, but the next time he looked at it, the crack he had pried open had actually healed!

This is very fatal. Riddle can only hope for blood food, but with that little input, he doesn't know how long it will take to return to controlling other bodies and minds. By then, that Tom Yoder may have burned bridges!

Comparing himself with others, Riddle had a strong sense of crisis. He felt that Tom might destroy himself after draining all his value! Because people like Tom would never let others have the opportunity to obtain treasures.

However, today's lecture was interrupted by an uninvited guest.

The flame in the fireplace in Tom's office suddenly turned green, and Dumbledore's voice came from inside: Professor Lockhart, please come to the principal's office. The password is "Cockroach Pile."

After receiving the summons, Tom could no longer delay. He locked the diary in the drawer and left the office.

Some time after he left, a sparrow flew into the office, jumped to the floor, and picked up the crumbs left by the sandwich on the floor.

A wisp of black smoke, thinner than a hair, extended from the corner of the table and wrapped around the sparrow. The sparrow didn't notice it and just focused on pecking at the crumbs.

After eating for a while, it fluttered away.

A few minutes later, several sparrows flew in from the window and began to scavenge food in the office. At first they just pecked at the crumbs, but then they became more and more greedy, and some flew directly to the desk to eat the finished sandwiches left by Tom.

They were completely unaware that they were much bolder than usual: normally these sparrows would not have the courage to fly into a confined space through that small opening.

Each sparrow is wrapped with extremely fine threads, which become slightly thicker as time passes.

After clearing the sandwiches on the desk, the sparrows flew out of Tom's office. However, nearly half of the sparrows fell down as soon as they flew out of the window and lost their breath in mid-air.

Tom was gone a little longer.

Several first-year Ravenclaw witches came to the door of his office.

They were chattering like sparrows, noisy, pushing each other, and looked very excited. The only thing they have in common is that they all have Professor Lockhart's peripherals: posters or books.

"Knock on the door quickly!"

"You first!"

"No, you first!"

"It's not over yet. Knock on the door quickly and ask Professor Lockhart for a few signatures, so that we can cover up that stinky girl. Look at her cold look, I can't stand it."

"But she has so many beautiful clothes. I asked my family to buy the red one when I got home."

"That's enough, hurry up and get an autograph, remember to be quiet and polite - this is what mom said."

The stinky girl they were talking about was, of course, Peggy. After Peggy entered school, she showed extremely high magical talent and became the favorite of the teachers in the classroom. She was simply a replica of Hermione's senior sister. In addition, she is beautiful and has new and beautiful clothes every day, so she naturally becomes the focus of the boys in the class.

Every day, little boys would hang out in front of her like a peacock, but she ignored them all. There are also boys who want to attract Peggy's attention by playing pranks, but every time the prank is implemented, other boys come forward to fight against the injustice. Peggy could just watch from the sidelines, like watching a monkey show.

She is usually very cold and ignores the overtures of her roommates. The combination of these factors led to Peggy being isolated in the dormitory.

Today, the girls in the same dormitory wanted to overpower her by asking for Professor Lockhart's autograph.

So they knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, but there was no response.

Everyone was dumbfounded. They really didn't expect the possibility that the professor was not in the office. Suddenly, the morale of several people sank to the bottom, and they returned to the dormitory with their heads hanging down. Some of them pushed the door open, but unfortunately it was locked tightly.

One of the girls named Victoria Brown was a little reluctant. She remembered the magic spell she had mastered at home, and a trace of evil thoughts sprouted in her heart.

This evil thought was like a wisp of flame in the reed marsh, growing rapidly, and finally became uncontrollable like a prairie fire. She stood up quietly and walked out of the dormitory.

She rushed to Professor Lockhart's office, took out her wand, and pointed at the door lock: "Open the Alaho hole!"

The door swung open. She stepped in. At this moment, she felt that her heart was beating so fast that it was about to explode, and her eyes were turning black.

She walked into the office trembling and came to her desk. On the table was a large basket of letters - letters sent from Lockhart's fans from all over the world.

Victoria Brown felt as if something was calling her faintly in the drawer, so she continued to use the magic spell to open the desk lock, and found that there was only a shabby diary inside.

At this time, Riddle had already unleashed all the power he had accumulated, crazily arousing the desires deep in Victoria Brown's heart.

Victoria Brown looked at the diary with distracted eyes. There was only one thought in her mind: take it away! Take Professor Lockhart's diary! She really wanted to pry into Professor Lockhart's inner thoughts, even if she was punished with solitary confinement.

Finally she picked up the diary and ran away quickly.

At this time, Tom was sitting in Dumbledore's office in the form of Lockhart.

Dumbledore glanced at Tom through his half-moon glasses. That look seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, and it made his hair stand on end.

"Want something to drink?" Dumbledore waved his wand, and two silver goblets appeared in front of them.

"Black tea, thank you. Don't add anything else." Tom was not very used to pumpkin juice, the mainstream drink in Hogwarts, and butterbeer was not very suitable for the current occasion.

"Okay." Dumbledore clicked his wand, and the goblet was filled with hot black tea out of thin air. Tom took a sip and it tasted pretty good.

"Girod, to be honest, your changes surprise me. I didn't expect that you would make such great progress after entering society when you were in school."

Tom showed a smile, "Society's beatings make people mature. I chose to start a business and make shampoo..."

He briefly told Dumbledore his experiences after graduation, from the failure of Bird Snake Egg Yolk Shampoo to wandering around on adventures and becoming a writer, and of course, finally becoming the annual black man of Hogwarts. Professor of Defense Against Magic.

Dumbledore just listened to Tom quietly, taking a sip of tea from time to time.

"It's similar to what I learned. I didn't call you here today to learn about your past. I just want to hear about your plans for the next course." Dumbledore gently placed the teacup on the table, "Don't get me wrong, no. You will be fired because you don't agree with me, but as an elder, I may be able to give you some advice."