[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Chapter 159 Bomb-like news

Tom rested under the tree with his eyes closed. The consumption of pure magic power had a big impact on him. He could feel that as the proportion of pure magic power decreased, the mutant magic power that was still barely under control was tending to let itself go further, and the "wall of sighs" built up in his mind The bricks and stones also began to crumble.

He sunk his thoughts into his mind, and used his thoughts to wash away the painful memory fragments and other impurities that were left in the dementor's soul polymer. Fortunately, after "replenishing" many times (Dementor:?), his soul strength and willpower have improved. Besides, this level of bad situation is much better than the most critical times. Therefore, he himself is also very calm, and this calmness in turn enhances the tenacity of his will.

Tom thought for a while, then carefully introduced a little bit of Phoenix Fire to try to calcine these impurities, and it turned out to be very effective. But he didn't dare to introduce it too much. After all, these phoenix fires still had owners. If he introduced too many of them on his own initiative, he might become new impurities. He was most afraid of unintentionally achieving the achievement of "voluntarily letting the phoenix take over his body." .seven

After ensuring that the sea of ​​consciousness was stable, he slowly spread his will and began to connect and cover the overly active magic power. This is also a lesson he has done well during this period, not to mention that he does not really follow the Dark Lord's teachings, completely erasing the spirituality of magic and driving them with the most severe and harsh attitude, so it is easier to cover it. ——His mutated magic power sensed the spread of his will, and they came forward happily like dogs whose heads were stroked by their masters.

But letting go of one's own mutant magic power is not completely without benefits. At least their strong curiosity and "appetite" are more sensitive than Tom's own perception. But Tom has never gotten such a feeling of "looking forward to it" or "hesitating" from them - in the past, it was all vague thoughts such as "little bread!" "Let's eat, let's eat!" "Go ahead -" .

Tom opened his eyes helplessly and saw countless small strands of black air intertwined with gray-white mist. The whole thing looked like a dirty haze. Each strand of mist was heading towards Little Hanlington Village in mid-air. The direction is stretched high, like a cobra that stretches its neck to look at its prey but is afraid to bite.

"Don't go," said Tom flatly.

What a joke, the Dark Lord has made it clear that there is a secret here, and his magic power is hesitant to get close - they are happily rushing towards the battlefield between the Eight-Eyed Spider and the Centaur, what can make them so hesitant? ah! Even with only instinctive magic power, he knows things that may not be possible. How can he, a little wizard who loses control just by casting a spell, do it on his own? impossible.

Tom ignored the magic spirits hovering in the air and just dragged them to do his own thing - first returned to the Thompson house, bought a large basket of eggs to supplement Nagini's rations, and then looked at the time. He quickly rushed to the stronghold.

It was actually already dinner time when he returned, but the Dark Lord seemed to be in a good mood and didn't argue with him about it. Even if Nagini's calves or lambs were suddenly downgraded to a basket of eggs, he would chuckle and say, "I'm sorry for our Miss Nagini."

Tom buried his head and pretended to be concentrating on eating bread and cream soup, ignoring the Dark Lord's words.

It wasn't until the Dark Lord went to take a nap that he sneaked into the kitchen and asked Wormtail: "Is he in a good mood?"

Wormtail didn't dare to talk about his master, and glanced at the trash can with the corner of his eyes expressionlessly.

Tom frowned and reluctantly picked up the old newspapers in the trash can with two fingers.

"Please," he said to Wormtail, "Cleaning Charm."

Wormtail raised his eyebrows and said sharply: "I've wanted to say it for a long time, you really don't look like a Gryffindor." He complained, but he followed the instructions and cast a cleaning spell.

"What does hygiene have to do with the college?" Tom also raised his eyebrows and replied to him.

Wormtail snickered, but the next second he was startled by the movement of Nagini knocking over the empty basket in the living room. He quickly straightened the corners of his mouth, turned around and went back to doing housework - he seemed to have made up his mind. He kept pretending to be busy, so as to prove to his master that he was useful, or to prove... that the master who did not serve him so diligently was definitely not because he hated the Dark Lord's weak and ugly body at the moment, but just because he had the money on hand There is too much work to do.

Tom also glanced at Nagini: "You ate too fast..." He muttered and shook open the newspaper he picked out from the trash can in disgust. It turned out to be a copy of "The Daily Prophet" ”, dated during the summer vacation, and the homepage was accompanied by a flashing black and white photo of the Dark Mark hanging on a treetop.

The Dark Mark?

The Dark Lord is so eager to announce his return? When did he do it? Did it happen while he was still in the cocoon?

Next to the photo was a huge headline: "Horrifying scenes at the Quidditch World Cup." Tom couldn't wait to read on. Although this article still used the exaggerated and sensational writing style of the famous reporter Rita Skeeter, the story of what happened was explained very clearly. It was said to be the night when the Quidditch World Cup was finally won. , a group of masked dark wizards held a parade in the venue, released Muggles into the sky, and randomly attacked other wizards, causing widespread riots. The most shocking thing was that someone actually took the opportunity to release the Dark Mark.

"The Ministry of Magic is panicking...the criminals have not been caught...security is relaxed...the dark wizard is at large..." Tom read the end at a glance, and then he understood why the Dark Lord was in such a good mood - he had not yet officially announced his return, those Followers who have smelled the wind have faithfully raised his banner; although he has disappeared for more than ten years, he still has a fanatical team ready to respond to his call...

But for ordinary wizards who have become accustomed to peaceful and peaceful days, such news may be no less than a bomb breaking through the sky.