[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Chapter 151 Welcome to Riddle House

Tom woke up from a long and trance dream, in which only a few brilliant fragments were left. He wanted to recall one or two details, but those memories slipped away like nimble fish. He raised his tail, splashing a look of disappointment on his face.

He seemed to be trapped in a tough film, and his whole body was in severe pain. Even if he raised his hand even slightly, he could feel his internal organs screaming in protest. He waited several times before reluctantly tearing open the film. Strangely enough, as soon as I tore a hole in the film, it magically disappeared entirely.

He took a few slow, deep breaths to calm the pain in his body - but mostly just forced himself to get used to it. After all, this kind of pain is not unfamiliar to him. It is not a simple muscle pain or internal injury, but the burden brought by the magic power that exceeds his body's tolerance and it is unbearable for him.

I need a magic inhibitor, an excessive amount of magic inhibitor... It would be better if there is a soul stabilizer. But first I have to figure out where I am. He stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above his head and thought.

This is a very old house. Different from the historical feeling of Hogwarts Castle, the oldness here reveals a sense of decay that has been uninhabited for a long time. The rotten smell, the tattered bed curtains, and the half-rotted sheets covered with dust under the body... all proved that this was a run-down house.

Tom's heart sank.

Obviously this isn't Hogwarts.

Or to put it more bluntly, he is probably no longer under Dumbledore's protection.

If nothing else, if the wizard's prison was not sophisticated enough to use such outdated and expensive decoration, then he would probably be in the hands of the Dark Lord now.

He tried to sit up - by using his magic tentacles, but found that the magic this time had greatly exceeded his ability to control, so that under the call of his will, the thick black mist spreading everywhere fluctuated wildly, but It has been unable to condense in an orderly manner, and during the collision of several black gases, several groups of red-gold glow that seemed to be molten but not molten actually burst out, sputtering onto the surrounding furnishings, and ignited flames in the blink of an eye.

Tom closed his eyes in despair, calmed down a little, and quickly concentrated on calling on his magic power to put out the fire - it was basically impossible for him to drag out his tired and painful body to put out the fire with his own hands or simply escape - he I still haven't gathered enough strength to sit up yet.

Then the fog in the room fluctuated violently again, and several strands of black air gathered in panic and rolled around the room, but they succeeded in swallowing the flames. Only crackling and muffled explosions were heard in the black air mass. Golden-red light spots exploded, making it full of smoke.

Tom helplessly lay flat on the bed, watching with a resigned calmness as the black air masses rolled over him, and then collided with each other due to the unplanned rolling, spurting out more red-gold liquid. rays of light, and then began to roll faster and faster to extinguish the fire in an increasingly panic...

If you don’t have a house full of huskies, it’s probably hard to understand Tom’s mood from collapse to calmness at this moment.

The rolling magic ball finally blew a hole in the old door, and then Tom's sense told him that something was sliding across the dark corridor floor outside and coming this way.

'Stop it. ’

Tom gave a silent warning to the magic that filled the room.

Sensing that Tom's mood was getting lower and lower, he tried to evacuate the black energy away from him - Tom didn't know why the magic group could give him the feeling of "Oh, it's knotted and we're trying to untie it" - the people in the room The black mist was shaking violently, and it could be seen that a lot of efforts were put into unraveling it - a small golden-red spark finally flashed in front of the hole in the door, illuminating the person who was about to peek through the hole. Check out the creatures in the house.

It was a ferocious giant snake, and it was hissing and trying to reach in. However, the fire flashed in front of its eyes, and it was so shocked that half of its tongue was hanging down and it was stunned.

snake!

Tom got goosebumps. He had almost no power to protect himself at the moment. Seeing such a large, venomous snake with a triangular head, he was inevitably a little panicked.

There was a snoring sound coming from far and near, which sounded like a snake suffering from pneumonia. But soon the unfortunate door was opened, and a tall woman wrapped in a feather coat appeared at the door, stroking the head of the dumb snake comfortingly while making that strange purring sound.

The snake was touched on the head a few times, and then it wrapped around her bare legs like a baby, as intimately as a ferocious pet dog.

Anima hissed a few more words, and the snake nodded, slid down, and snaked away.

"Awake at last," she said, turning to Tom, smiling. "Dear Sleeping Beauty."

Tom struggled to sit up when she appeared, not wanting to show complete weakness in front of her, but in the end he only half-propped himself up with his elbows while panting.

"Welcome to Riddle House. Although this place is not as historic as Hogwarts Castle, I assure you that it also has its own unique historical charm." She said with a strange aftertaste-like joy, That kind of joy is like the elation of a childish child plucking the wings of a dragonfly alive.

"This is the inheritance my father left me. Although we hate each other - I think 'disgust' is a more polite and polite way of saying it - even I don't like what he left behind, but it is my property after all. It belongs to me. You see, when I return to my old place after a few years, it will come in handy again."

"Diligence and thrift are a virtue." She asked softly, "Do you think so too?"

Tom could only lower his chin cautiously and stiffly.

Anima didn't care how reluctant his agreement was, she just clasped her hands happily and said, "I knew you thought so too!"

She turned her head and waved to the corridor behind her, and continued: "You probably don't have much strength at the moment. As for us, the conditions are a little more difficult now. There is indeed a servant, but he is serving the Lord, so we have to save money. Just a little, reuse it, I’m afraid I’ll wrong you——”

Following her words, an old man with gray hair, stiffly dragging one leg and limping slowly walked in. His face was pale, his lips were black, and his eyes rolled white. At first glance... he looked like a dead man!

"This is Frank." Anima introduced with a smile. "It is also one of the properties I inherited. I have loyally looked after the garden of Riddle Mansion all my life... It is really good, so even if he dies, he will continue to do so. Serve me.”

She ordered to the inferi, "You stupid thing! Go and help him up quickly!" She turned to Tom again, "Lord wants to see you."

The corpse of the pale-faced old man dragged his necrotic legs, moved stiffly for a few steps, and stretched out his withered hands covered with corpse spots towards Tom.