[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The Dark Lord laughed again, coughed twice after laughing, and called to Wormtail: "Feed me more milk, Wormtail."

Wormtail did not dare to get up from the ground, so he quickly took a few steps on his knees, took out a milk bottle from his arms, clumsily summoned magic power to heat it, and handed it to the Dark Lord fearfully.

The Dark Lord holding a bottle and sipping milk...

The future of the dark wizarding world is really full of hope, haha.

"I'm glad you include yourself in 'us'." The Dark Lord replenished his strength and threw the bottle to Wormtail.

"You will realize that this is your best choice, Tom." The Dark Lord raised his slender and weak fingers and pointed at him. The black mist around Tom expanded sharply in alarm, and then the Dark Lord looked at him. An understatement suppressed the arrogance with one finger. So part of the black mist expanded thinly with bluffing, and exploded with golden-red sparks, while the other part shrank into a huge black ball, trying to get into Tom's arms - of course it couldn't get in, Tom His body can no longer hold any more magic power.

Tom, who was holding his soft huge magic ball expressionlessly, heard the Dark Lord continue: "Look! Look at me! Look at yourself! Only I can teach you how to use such a weak body to control the huge magic ball." The magic of!”

"This is what Hogwarts cannot teach you, and this is what Dumbledore cannot teach you." The Dark Lord's red eyes seemed to glow under the light of the fireplace, "Tom, I am the only one in this world." Can teach you -" He stretched out his flesh-red, skinned, dead snake-like hands to Tom, "I am the only one..."

Tom stared at the ugly palm, and what he suddenly thought of was Lockhart's perfectly well-maintained hands - Lockhart had also laughed and stretched out his hand to him like this... Why, on him Is there some mysterious buff that attracts perverts?

He really wanted to reply to the Dark Lord like Lockhart: "What's the price?" But obviously, he has escaped from Dumbledore's protection, and the Dark Lord is by no means a good-natured gentleman - more serious about pretending to be a shell. Lockhart, the Dark Lord is truly moody and violent.

So he had no choice but to reach out with difficulty - he couldn't reach it. In the end, the black mist scraped a wisp of it and hooked the Dark Lord's little finger: Hello! We're not trying to hook you stupid magicians - Tom swallowed his words silently.

"I have no choice," Tom said weakly to the Dark Lord, "although I don't really want to continue to deepen the 'similarity' between us...it doesn't feel good."

"But I really have no choice," Tom repeated, dejectedly.

At least the Dark Lord was right about one thing. On the subject of how to control the huge magic power with this weak body, there is probably no one in the world who has a better say than him. If Dumbledore may have delved into this topic, after all, he was able to firmly occupy the position of the White Demon King of the Magical World with an aging body, then if we add the research topic of how to turn death into vitality, from the wandering soul Dumbledore probably didn't make much achievements in changing his fate against the will of heaven and into a living body. The Dark Lord is the first person to practice it today - at least the first person to survive in this world and succeed.

The Dark Lord's appearance at the moment is indeed hideous and weird, ugly and disgusting, but it is really a pair of living hands, without any aura that reminds people of "silent abyss", "corruption", "cold corpse", etc. If you close your eyes and just rely on your senses, the baby-sized Dark Lord is even more strangely angry and arrogant than Wormtail kneeling at his feet.

In terms of magical skills alone, Voldemort is undoubtedly the genius leader who suppressed his entire life.

Tom has not forgotten that he added extra ingredients to his own that day. How to transform into his own power system under the conflict of these forces, maybe he really needs to pay more attention to the senior with the same name.

"You just made the best choice -" the Dark Lord showed a ferocious smile, "Don't worry, soon we will be able to take back everything that should belong to us. This is the general trend -"

"My dear Lord," Tom quickly changed his title and put on a not-so-warm but impeccable smirk - the kind he used to see on his father's face in the office - and said: " Please allow me to say something offensive. After all, only a few people are truly gifted. The fertility rate of pure blood is probably not optimistic compared to the birth rate of half-blood and hemp wizards. This so-called 'general trend'... I'm afraid it is not as good as What do you think?".7

"Strength is talent, Boy." The Dark Lord answered him calmly, "Power belongs to individuals, which means that magic is power. Will you be afraid of ants because of their number?"

Look what kind of ant it is. Tom said in his mind.

"Don't let the so-called common sense of Muggles cover your eyes," said the Dark Lord. "The so-called numerical advantage is just a psychological comfort used by the powerless beings who occupy most of the world to deceive themselves, because if you don't convince yourself in this way, many People cannot find the reason for their own existence. In fact, a few powerful people are enough to determine the development direction of the world."

"What you said makes sense." Tom complimented, and then gave him a small stab. "But at least I know one thing: those centaurs who obey fate have been living peacefully in Hog. In Ward's Forbidden Forest. Even when they had conflicts with the Eight-Eyed Spiders and their living conditions became harsh, they never thought of leaving the radiation range of Dumbledore's power."

The Dark Lord laughed contemptuously and coldly: "Okay, then just wait and see with your eyes wide open - whether this trend will crush me, or whether I will crush your so-called trend!"

"Before that..." The Dark Lord's red eyes flashed, "Let the crown continue to teach you."

He didn't want to talk anymore, and waved his slender arms tiredly. Wormtail hurriedly raised his fingers, summoned a blanket, and wrapped his master.

The giant crow, which was still preening its feathers, spread its wings and transformed into a feathered girl, smiling at him: "Let's go, my little boy."

Tom lowered his head slightly towards her, pushed the magic balls still in his arms, and let them expand into thick black mist again, sending him back to the room with fluctuations.