Hogwarts: This Dark Lord is so evil

"I don't want to be a professor," Leifield said calmly.

Leifield didn't want to be a professor.

If it were in the world before the transmigration, being a professor would be a stable and good life.

But now... after he had fully witnessed the power of the extraordinary, and when his own power was quite good.

The idea of living a stable life as a professor could no longer satisfy Leifield.

People can endure darkness because they have never seen the light...

Tom shrugged. "I don't want to either... If one day, I really want to be a professor, it must be for some targeted purpose... You and I are actually very similar in some ways. So, I'm not surprised at all by your answer."

"It seems you already have a good understanding of me, Tom..." Leifield said with a smile.

"Really?" Tom lay on the bed. "What I understand is only the part you want me to understand, Leifield."

"The fact that you can think of this is enough to prove that you really understand me very well, at least more than most people," Leifield said pleasantly.

Tom suddenly asked gloomily, "You don't seem to care at all that I know you better? Have you forgotten that I'm always preparing to defeat you!"

"Grindelwald also knew Dumbledore very well, but he lost because Dumbledore was stronger than him. The strength of power is still the decisive factor. So, I don't mind you studying me, Tom. With your strength, you are still far from being a sufficient threat to me..." Leifield said calmly.

"Ha... Leifield, you are such an arrogant bastard!" Tom said very unwillingly.

"Thank you for your compliment, Tom... Okay, enough said, I suggest you go to bed early, preferably now," Leifield said casually, flipping through his Chinese spellbook.

"Now? It's only eight o'clock in the evening!" Tom said with a frown.

He came back just to tell Leifield that he had overcome his inner demons, and he still had to continue studying later!

But Leifield wanted him to go to bed now?

"There's an activity tonight, we need plenty of energy!" Leifield waved his fist.

"You wouldn't be thinking of chatting with me about 'ideologies' or something, would you? You can handle that yourself! I'm completely not good at that!" Tom shook his head in resistance. "Either you go find my cheap old man, I think he might be very happy to chat with you about this topic... His room is filled with ideology books, piled up against a whole wall..."

"Oh? That's quite interesting... However, that will have to wait, because tonight I don't want to discuss instilling any ideologies in everyone. You understand me, don't I understand you? You're not cut out for discussing ideologies either."

"Thanks, I feel insulted."

"You're welcome."

"You damn... forget it, what are you planning to do tonight? I advise you to take it easy, Slytherin's points still haven't been added back yet!"

"I'm planning to go to the Restricted Section tonight. It's been a long time. You coming?"

"The Restricted Section?" The expectant look in Tom's eyes immediately disappeared. "You go yourself, I'm not interested in dark magic for the time being."

"What? You're not interested in dark magic anymore? Am I hearing things! Isn't that your favorite thing?" Leifield was shocked.

Voldemort said he wasn't interested in dark magic? How could I be dreaming this!

"Just temporarily... I plan to settle down for a few years first. For me now, learning dark magic still requires too much energy. I'm still young, I shouldn't be so anxious," Tom said, putting his hands behind his head and looking quietly at the green bed curtains above.

He had already thought very clearly now that it was impossible to surpass Leifield in a short time.

Moreover, trying to learn dark magic to accelerate the shortening of the gap between himself and Leifield was completely unnecessary.

Even if he learned dark magic, he couldn't beat Leifield, and even... when he attacked Leifield with dark magic, that guy could still calmly and accurately point out the flaws in his dark magic without being harmed...

Leifield might not know the dark magic that he knows, and he's more proficient than him in the dark magic that he knows, so what's the point of learning it?

In summary, learning dark magic now is a thankless task, it's better to do disarming spell combos... at least it can last two more shots.

"Dumbledore must be very happy to hear you say that, Tom..." Leifield said, while silently checking the balance of merit points.

Then he remembered that his behavior was completely unnecessary.

After he had done so many things, such as guiding Grindelwald to change his ways of doing things.

The system's conversion speed began to slow down.

It may be that too many changes have been made, and the content of merit points that need to be converted has become more complicated.

Sometimes it's one point per second, sometimes it's 0.1 points per second, and sometimes it only adds one point every few seconds...

Therefore, the merit point balance, which has been in a state of slow growth, can no longer tell whether Tom's change is sincere or false.

Leifield guessed that as his intervention in this world increases, the conversion speed may become slower and slower.

However, this is no longer important. Merit points are credited 24 hours a day. Leifield is now completely lacking in merit points.

Unknowingly, he has now accumulated nearly 100,000 merit points!

So, he hasn't paid much attention to the balance for a while, he only needs to look at the refreshed products every night.

Of course, Leifield didn't just buy, buy, buy.

Not because he couldn't afford it, nor because he was saving merit points, but because there was no place to put things he didn't need.

For example, dragon eggs or something, a few hundred merit points each, cheap is cheap, but buying them now would only cause trouble.

"What are you looking for in the Restricted Section? Is there any dark magic that you don't understand?" Tom's question interrupted Leifield's thoughts.

"Your understanding of the Restricted Section is too limited," Leifield shook his head. "Hogwarts Library, in terms of the amount of books, is unparalleled even in the whole of Europe. In such a library, how could there be only dark magic books in the Restricted Section? Moreover, the so-called forbidden books in the Restricted Section are only forbidden books for students, professors can borrow them at will."

"So, you're not looking for dark magic... then what are you planning to look for?" Tom asked.

"I think, in the Restricted Section, there may be information about Blood Curse Werewolves..."

Before Leifield could finish speaking, Nagini, coiled on the head of the bed, immediately raised her head.

Meanwhile, Tom on the opposite bed jolted upright, staring intently at Leif.

"Besides, the four founders established the school thousands of years ago. Didn't they leave behind any manuscripts or materials? What about the past professors? No magical insights at all? So, even if we can't find information about the Blood Curse Werewolves, we definitely won't return empty-handed."

"Alright," Tom said, then lay back down, silently pulling up the covers.

"What are you doing?"

"Sleeping."

"Didn't you say you weren't going?"

"Purely for dark magic, there's no need to go, of course. But now, we have a reason to go, don't we?"

Leif watched Tom trying hard to close his eyes and fall asleep, and couldn't help but scratch his head.

Is this future Dark Lord a little too righteous right now...?

Leif sighed with emotion, then deftly drew his beech wand.

Just then, Tom opened his eyes and saw his movement, "What do you want to do?!"

A red light flashed, and Tom looked at Leif with disbelief.

"So fast..."

"Thump!"

Tom fell onto the bed, falling into a baby-like sleep.

"Didn't you want to fall asleep quickly... Crap, I was too fast, I'm used to it..." Leif said somewhat guiltily, holding the wand.

...

Midnight.

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Almost all the students were already comfortably lying in their warm beds, sound asleep.

But Leif and Tom were wandering outside...

At this moment, both of them had cast a Disillusionment Charm, and their conversation was switched to a Sonorus Charm.

To be able to see the road in the dark, they had also specially drunk Nightingale Potion, which could bring night vision ability.

Quietly in the corridor, Tom couldn't help but shiver.

Although it was only mid-October, the weather was unexpectedly cold, even Nagini could only stay in places with fireplaces, otherwise her body would freeze.

"Do you have any way to identify curses? As far as I know, many of those forbidden books are cursed," Tom said, wrapping his robes tighter.

To be honest, if Tom wasn't afraid of the curses on those forbidden books, he would have already searched through the books in the Restricted Section last year...

"Don't worry, I've made ample preparations." Leif suddenly led Tom into the corridor next to them.

"Huh? Isn't the library that way?"

"That side is near the window, it's quite cold. It's warmer this way." Leif said calmly.

"Hmph... I didn't feel cold," Tom said, rubbing his stiff fingers.

Leif didn't say anything more, just silently led the way in front.

In fact, it had nothing to do with whether it was cold or not.

According to the route map left by the Senior, the entrance to Slytherin's secret chamber was on the way to the library.

It just required a small detour...

So, tonight's so-called trip to the Restricted Section was just a guise. Leif's real destination was Slytherin's secret chamber.

Otherwise, there was no need to bring Tom along just to go to the Restricted Section.

Before long, Leif stopped at the end of a corridor.

"Why aren't you walking anymore?" Tom looked at the right side of the corridor, where there was a staircase leading upstairs. "We should go right, and then left... No, what are you spacing out for?"

Leif suddenly pointed to the wall at the end of the corridor and said, "Have you noticed that the snake on this wall looks familiar?"

"This is near the Slytherin common room, isn't it normal to have snake patterns?" Tom asked in confusion.

This wall did look unremarkable, the only special thing was the two intertwined snake patterns on it.

However, this style of wall could be said to be everywhere near the Slytherin common room.

Tom didn't understand what was so special about it.

Leif continued to fool him, "Don't you feel the traces of magic on it?"

"Is there?" Tom also stared at the wall, but even if he was about to stare a hole in the wall, he didn't see any so-called traces of magic. "I didn't find anything special... Leif, don't waste time, we need to go to the Restricted Section quickly."

"There is, I wouldn't be mistaken..." Leif said seriously.

Tom heard this and also became serious, looking at the wall again.

Since Leif said there was a problem, then there was probably really a problem...

"Why don't you use your Parseltongue to say something to the wall and try?" Leif said with a very strong suggestion.

"Huh? Say what?" Tom asked.

Leif said, "For example, 'Open' or 'Open up' something like that. You know me, although I can understand some Parseltongue, my pronunciation is still a bit non-standard."

Tom sighed, "Alright..."

He stared at the two intertwined snakes on the wall, and suddenly made a hoarse sound in his mouth.

"Ssss Hiss..."

Suddenly, the two intertwined snakes, originally dim, lit up with dazzling green light!

Then, the two snakes instantly came to life and climbed up the wall!

As the two snakes left, the wall suddenly made a creaking sound, and then slowly rose up, revealing the dark passage behind!

Tom looked at the changes in front of him in shock, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Oh... I don't often walk this road, I didn't even notice the special thing here until today!" Leif said "in surprise". "But... since it requires Parseltongue to open it... Tom, maybe this is the inheritance left by your ancestor for his descendants."

Tom felt a pang of heartache when he heard this.

Of course, it was a good thing to have an inheritance left by his ancestor!

But... couldn't you let me discover it myself?

Now there's still a Leif, the skinflint, following me!

If there really is any inheritance, will it be his turn?!

"Leif... leave me some," Tom looked at Leif expectantly, "After all, it's something left by my ancestor..."

"Eh? Tom! What are you saying! Am I that kind of person? How could I share the inheritance left by your ancestor?" Leif said, and excitedly drilled into the passage...

Tom looked at his back, and couldn't help but feel sad. You're not that kind of person, then why are you rushing so fast?

But... what can he do? He can't beat him! He can't beat him at all!