The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

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Lockhart's case, soundproofed well. After closing the lid, no matter how much Lockhart howled inside, it could hardly be heard outside. Lockhart tried his best to hit the box, but the box could only vibrate slightly.

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

He took out Riddle's diary, and he still needed to learn something from Voldemort.

He found some insects and fed them into the diary.

In the communication with Riddle this time, Tom could feel that Riddle seemed to be in a hurry. Every few words, the topic was moving closer to the secret room and blood food, but Tom always spoke to him, expressing the next next time.

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

Under Riddle's teaching, Tom's skills gained by drawing cards can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds, and he has written down several notes in class.

[Except for your weapon skills to break through successfully

Current status: In addition to your weapon level 1 (0200-17%)]

[Successful breakthrough of fragmentation skills

Current Status: Fragmented Level 1 (0200-21%)]

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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.

Riddle's diary now has poor battery life, needs to be fed every few minutes, and memory declines without food. So Tom let his bird and snake out, and let him catch a few bugs back - and let this guy exercise, don't nest in a pot every day.

Tom felt that if it wasn't for the bird snake's ability to shrink, Treviso would be too fat to come out.

Treviso is well tame, very low-key, always catching insects at the fastest speed, and then returning to the pot to rest - Tom drives the bird snake at a price: a chicken leg at a time, at least five insect.

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

Can't blame old Tom for being too eager, mainly because he thinks things are very weird!

I have been with that little wizard for a long time, but he has not opened his heart to himself! Although Tom Yodell, the little wizard, is a bit interesting, Riddle still doesn't want to communicate with him from the bottom of his heart. It's too tiring to communicate with him, just like lecturing.

Riddle's diary wants to restore power, there is a very important way, that is to let the other party open his soul, as long as the holder's soul is open to Riddle, he can devour the holder's most secret fear, the deepest secret, Until Riddle's soul becomes stronger than the diary holder's own soul.

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

But this move failed in the face of Tom. Every time Riddle felt like he had pried open Tom's heart a little bit, but the next time he went to see it, the crack he pried out had healed!

This is terrible, Riddle can only hope for blood food, but with that insignificant input, I don't know how long it will take to recover to control other body and mind. By then, that Tom Yodl might have already crossed the river and demolished the bridge!

Comparing heart to heart, Riddle has a strong sense of crisis. He feels that Tom is likely to destroy himself after draining his value! Because people like Tom never want to let others have the opportunity to obtain treasures.

But today's class was interrupted by an uninvited guest.

The fire in Tom's office suddenly turned green, and Dumbledore's voice came from inside: Professor Lockhart, please come to the Headmaster's office, and the password is "cockroach pile".

When summoned, Tom couldn't afford to delay any longer. He locked the diary in a drawer and left the office.

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

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

After eating for a while, it flew away.

A few minutes later, several sparrows flew in through the window and began scavenging for food in the office. At first they were just pecking at the crumbs, but then they became more greedy, and some flew straight to their desks to eat the finished sandwiches Tom left behind.

They are completely unaware that they are much bolder than usual: usually these sparrows cannot have the courage to fly into a confined space through that tiny opening.

Each sparrow is wrapped in extremely fine threads that thicken slightly over time.

After clearing the sandwiches from the desk, the sparrows flew out of Tom's office. It's just that nearly half of the sparrows just flew out of the window and fell headfirst, losing their breath in mid-air.

Tom had been away a little longer.

Several Ravenclaw first-year little witches came to his office.

They were chirping like sparrows, making noise, pushing each other, and looking very excited. The only thing they have in common is that they both have something about Professor Lockhart in their hands: posters or books.

"Knock on the door!"

"You first!"

"No, you go first!"

"There's no end to it, so knock on the door and ask Professor Lockhart for some autographs, so we can cover up that stinky girl. I can't stand her cold look."

"But she really has a lot of beautiful clothes. I'll ask my family to buy the red one when I go home."

"Enough, hurry up and get the autograph, remember to be quiet and polite - that's what mom said."

The stinky girl they were talking about was naturally Peggy. After Peggy entered school, she showed a very high magical talent and became the darling of the teachers in the classroom, which is simply a replica of Sister Hermione. In addition, she is also beautiful, with new and beautiful clothes every day, she naturally became the focus of the boys in the class.

Every day, there are little boys strolling in front of her like peacocks on the screen, but they are all ignored by her. There are also boys who want to use pranks to attract Peggy's attention, but every time the prank is carried out, other boys stand up and fight the injustice. Peggy can just watch from the side, just like watching a monkey show.

She was usually very cold and ignored her roommate's offer. The combination of these factors caused Peggy to be isolated in the dormitory.

Today, the girls in the same dormitory are trying to beat her by asking for Professor Lockhart's autograph.

So they knocked on the door of the Defence 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. For a while, several people's morale sank to the bottom, and they returned to the dormitory with their heads drooping. Some of them also pushed the door, but unfortunately the door was locked tightly.

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

This evil thought, like a ray of flame in the reeds, grew rapidly, and finally it was uncontrollable like a prairie fire. She quietly stood up and walked out of the bedroom. The girl in the room didn't notice this.

She ran to Professor Lockhart's office, pulled out her wand, and pointed at the door lock: "Araho hole open!"

The door swung open. She stepped in, and at this moment, she felt her heart beating about to explode, and her eyes turned black.

Trembling, she walked into the office to a desk with a large basket of letters—letters from Lockhart fans from all over the world.

Victoria Brown felt that there was something faintly calling to her in the drawer, so she continued to use the magic spell to unlock the desk, and found that there was only a dilapidated diary in it.

At this time, Riddle had collapsed, and he used all the power he stored to provoke the emotions of the little witch in front of him. If the little witch turned back, he would lose blood.

At this moment, Riddle can't do anything, he can only resign himself to fate, and he is even too weak to perceive the outside world.

Fate threw an olive branch to Riddle.

Victoria Brown finally picked up the diary and ran away like a fly. She really wanted to see what Professor Lockhart was thinking about, even if she was fined and confined.

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

Dumbledore glanced at Tom through his half-moon glasses, and that look seemed to be insightful, and he looked straight at him.

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

"Black tea, thanks. Don't add anything else." Tom wasn't very used to pumpkin juice, the mainstream drink at Hogwarts, and butterbeer wasn't very suitable for the occasion.

"Okay." Dumbledore tapped his wand, and the goblet was filled with hot black tea out of thin air. Tom took a sip and it tasted pretty good~www.wuxiamtl.com~Girod, to be honest, your change surprised me. I didn't expect you to make such great progress when you entered the society. "

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

He briefly told Dumbledore about his post-graduation experience, from the failure of the Bird Snake Egg Yolk Shampoo, to wandering adventures and becoming a writer, and, of course, finally becoming a year-round black man at Hogwarts. Professor of Defense of Magic.

Dumbledore just listened to Tom's speech quietly, drinking two sips of tea from time to time.

"It's almost the same as what I've learned. I'm not calling you here today to learn about your past. I just want to hear your plans for the next class." Dumbledore put the teacup gently on the table, "Don't get me wrong, no I will dismiss you because it doesn't fit my will, but I, as an elder, may give you some advice."

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