[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

I shook my head and said regretfully, "I don't like it."

Of the three Unforgivable Curses, only the Imperius Curse is interesting, the other two are nothing unusual.

Killing Curse?Torment curse?I can achieve the same effect with cutting spell.

Moreover, the Cutting Curse consumes the least amount of magic power, and will not be feared by the Ministry of Magic.

"I don't like it either." Tom shook his head slightly. "It's cruel, isn't it?"

I was a little surprised: "Senior, how can you say that? You are the boss of the underworld in the British wizarding world! How can you be so soft-hearted? If this is the case, you will not be able to sit firmly as the boss of the underworld!"

After listening, Tom seemed to be taken aback for a moment: "What?"

"Oh!" I looked at him like this, and said a little angrily, "Anyone can feel that black magic is cruel, but you can't, because you are the boss of the underworld!"

"What does the underworld do? Do things that ordinary people can't and dare not do!"

"Look at Grindelwald, he has been obsessed with black magic since he was a child, he has learned black magic thoroughly before he graduated, and even created his own black magic!"

"When he was younger than you, he became the boss of the underworld in the entire wizarding world! Unlike you, he has only just made a name for himself in the British wizarding world!"

"Senior, you have to seize the opportunity! If Grindelwald hadn't been thrown into prison by our principal, it wouldn't be your turn to be the boss of the underworld! You took advantage of Grindelwald to regain Germany, and you haven't come back to England yet. Hurry up and secure your seat as the boss of the underworld!"

With every word I said, Tom's face darkened even more.

"I know I say that, you feel very shameless." I spread my hands, "But I have to say, you have to know, honest words are harsh, my words are not good, but they are all true..."

"Okay." Tom interrupted me: "I hear you."

His tone was gloomy, as if dripping water.The thin lips, which were as delicate and charming as rose petals, were also turned pale by him at this time, and they were no longer delicate and charming.

"Senior, why don't I leave first?" I looked at his deep black eyes that seemed to be surging with a storm, and stood up very wisely.

In the past, when I said something he didn't like to hear, he would be like this, exuding a depressive atmosphere all over his body, and then dismiss me with the excuse that he still has something to do.

This time, without waiting for him to say it, I will bring it up myself.

I am so considerate, I am so proud of myself.

"No need." He took a deep look at me, took a light breath, and then squeezed out a smile, "I still have some doubts, and I want to discuss it with you."

I was a little surprised, and sat back again: "What does the senior want to discuss with me?"

"Do you think it makes sense that Hogwarts only offers Defense Against the Dark Arts but not the Dark Arts at the same time?" Tom asked me with a smile.

I pondered.

Many students want to learn black magic, especially Slytherin students.

But black magic is a taboo in the UK.

When most people mention black magic, they will be very resistant, thinking that it is a bad thing.

And black magic is indeed not a good thing. It is very destructive and does great damage to wizards and magical creatures.

But I think it's wizards, not black magic, that do the real damage.

Think about it, Grindelwald is proficient in black magic, and he became a generation of Dark Lord.Dumbledore is also proficient in the dark arts, but he became the greatest white wizard of this century.

"I think it's okay not to offer black magic courses." After thinking about it, I said so.

Characters like Grindelwald and Dumbledore, even if the school doesn't teach black magic, they can find a way to learn it.

And sitting in front of me was one such wise man—Tom Riddle.

No one taught him the black arts, he taught himself, and still became a generation figure, a household name.

But for wizards with ordinary qualifications, or wizards without ambitions, even if they offer black magic courses, they can't learn much, and they may even fail.

"I thought you would oppose the existing teaching system." After hearing this, Tom said with a little disappointment, "Why can Germany offer black magic courses, but Britain doesn't? This is clearly the corruption and incompetence of the British wizarding world!"

"It's good that some people learn the Dark Arts," I said, "it doesn't have to be everyone."

Black magic, the more capable a person is, the more harmful it will be to society after learning it.

For example, Tom, before he changed his mind, the British wizarding world was disturbed by him, and even many shops in Diagon Alley were closed.

"The British wizarding world doesn't need a more powerful dark wizard for the time being." I looked into Tom's eyes and said.

He alone is enough.

If another one comes out, he will definitely grab the territory with him and divide up the power.

When the time comes to fight, what if Diagon Alley is not open?What if Hogsmeade is closed?Where else can I go to play?

Tom's face changed.

His expression became unfathomable.

Those deep black eyes stared at me, and gradually showed a little appreciative smile: "Lily, you are right. You are such a smart girl, and I am very happy to have you by my side."

"You're welcome." I tilted my head and said with a smile, "We all hope that the British wizarding world will become better, don't we?"

Tom paused, then smiled and said, "Yes, we all hope that the wizarding world will become better."

Then he said he still had something to do and asked me to leave first.

I took the magic map he gave me and planned to find Potter and Black.

As soon as the door was opened, I was startled.

"Why are you two here?" I looked at Potter and Black outside the door, surprised.

Blake's eyes drifted into the office along the open door, and a bit of hatred surged on his handsome face.

"For your safety, of course!" he said loudly.

Potter closed the door just in time, and said softly, "Sirius, restrain yourself."

"He didn't do anything to you, did he?" Blake didn't restrain himself at all, he scanned me from head to toe with his eyes, and then said loudly: "Lily, if that person dares to do anything to you, don't be afraid, James and I must seek justice for you!"

I raised my eyebrows, stretched out a hand, and grabbed his ear: "Siris, after you transformed your Animagus, did you forget to change your brain back?"

"Hey, what did you say?" Black suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at me angrily.

I twisted his ears: "Dare to contradict the professor, do you want to deduct all Gryffindor points? Let me tell you, if you don't win the Academy Cup this year, I will let your Anima Gus swam me across the Atlantic!"

Blake's face suddenly changed.

Potter chuckled, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "This is not the place to talk. Let's go to the Room of Requirement."

"Okay," Blake said quietly.

I let go of his ears.

"I don't understand why Dumbledore asked him to enter Hogwarts to teach!" After entering the Room of Requirement, Black no longer concealed his mania and anger, and turned around the room.

"He is the Duke of Darkness! A dark wizard full of evil! Slytherin is all his Death Eater reservists! Now that he has come to Hogwarts, more people have been deceived by him! Gryffindor actually has people who yearn for Death Eaters !"

Black believes that black magic is bad, Death Eaters are hopeless, and only the Order of the Phoenix founded by Dumbledore in the wizarding world represents light and justice.

He couldn't stand having his classmates join the Death Eaters.

He can't stand Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff joining the Death Eaters, let alone Gryffindor not joining the Order of the Phoenix.

As for Slytherin, he felt that they were just a bunch of bugs who didn't grow up, who would join the Death Eaters to do bad things sooner or later, so there was no need to save them.

"I don't understand! Isn't this inviting wolves into the house?" Blake walked up and down petulantly, holding up his hands and grabbing his smooth black hair with neatly cut layers.

I really like Blake's black curly hair, soft and smooth, shiny and very handsome.

I take off my robe, and the Animagus transforms, then jumps on top of Black's head, scratching at the shattered locks of his hair.

"Hey, Lily!" Blake stopped still. He wanted to pull me down, but he was afraid of hurting me. He raised his hands and wanted to move but didn't dare to move. "This is not the time to play around! Come down!"

I sat cross-legged on top of his head, my big tail swept across his face and blocked his mouth.

"Ugh!" Blake was speechless.

Potter laughed for a while, then came over and grabbed me off Black's head.

He asked me to stand on his shoulders, stroked my fluffy tail, and said to Black: "The principal must have his intentions for doing this. We must trust the principal."

"But he's almost turning the whole of Hogwarts into his stronghold!" Black said frantically, "Look at Lupine, he's even about to join the Death Eaters' camp!"

Potter gently scratched the fur on my tail, and said softly but firmly, "No."

"How do you know he won't?" Blake walked around the room, his footsteps stomping heavily, "You see, when he was in class, his eyes almost lit up looking at the Duke of Darkness! He admires him! He's obsessed with him! He's going to turn traitor soon!"

Potter shook his head: "Sires, we can't doubt our friend just because of this. Lupine is a smart man, he won't join the Death Eaters."

"If he dares to join the Death Eaters, I will be the first to spare him!" Black said through clenched teeth, "In order for him to enter the school smoothly, the principal planted the Whomping Willow and vacated the Screaming Shed for him to protect his safety Transform, don't reveal the secret. If he dares to betray the principal, I—hey, Lily, why are you tickling me again!"

Yes, I couldn't see him being so stupid, so I jumped off Potter's shoulder and scratched him on the head again.

I think there must be something growing on his head that affects his intelligence.

Otherwise, how could such a smart and beautiful boy like him keep saying such stupid things?

"Okay, Lily." Potter caught me back, put me back on his shoulders, gently scratched my little paws and the back of my neck, looked at Black and said, "Tonight is a full moon night, we can go scream Hut, talk to our friend."

After a pause, he said, "There are some secrets, we can be honest with each other."