[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Chapter 164

Tom couldn't figure out what the Dark Lord was planning. Since he didn't plan to let Harry die "accidentally" through dangerous competitions, nor did he plan to use his identity as Tom to sneak into the school and carry out backstabbing, then he really couldn't figure out what the dark lord was planning. How can the devil get Harry Potter?

If the Dark Lord could take away a student from the school, it would already be a disgrace to Dumbledore. Could he also take away another student from Hogwarts by force? If they weren't taken away by force... they couldn't have tricked Harry out, right?

What to cheat with? Traces of Tom Locke? Harry was easily impulsive, but Hermione was not so easily fooled. As long as she turned around and reported it to the school, the Dark Lord's plan would be guaranteed to fail.

Spring outing? Hogwarts never has spring outings or autumn outings, nor does it have open days for parents. At most, it takes a day trip to Hogsmeade Village. But... no one signed Harry's application form! It would be possible if Harry wore an invisibility cloak and went secretly, but who could find Harry wearing an invisibility cloak?

It can't be the social practice content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and let Mad-Eye Moody take the students out of the school to practice it, right? If Dumbledore agreed, there was only one possibility - he planned to use Harry as bait to catch the Dark Lord.

Unable to think of anything, Tom confidently made a request to the Dark Lord: "Can I go back to school?"

The Dark Lord was also surprised for a moment, and then he readily conducted self-examination——

"It seems that I am too spoiled to you." He said with a sneer. As the Dark Lord's anger emerged, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and a thin layer of crushed ice formed on the remaining soup base on the plate.

Wormtail held the soup in his mouth and was too stiff to swallow it. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He didn't dare to move, let alone peek at his master's expression.

Tom exhaled a breath of white breath, and his magic power enveloped him. It was a comfortable and warm feeling in his spiritual sense, so he didn't feel very cold.

"If I were in school, Harry wouldn't be the champion of Hogwarts." Tom knew the Dark Lord liked to hear this. The Dark Lord, who has a high self-esteem, will never allow the students he has taught to be worse than others.

Sure enough, the water mist condensed on the glass bowl became lighter.

The Dark Lord snorted.

"Well now, I can't participate in this kind of grand event that has happened for centuries," Tom continued pouting calmly, "I can't even be an audience member. Oh, and the dance partner you mentioned last time -" He banged the table with a spoon angrily, "I haven't attended a dance in the wizarding world yet!"

The Dark Lord moved his fingers, and the spoon in Tom's hand immediately flew to the side.

"Unruly wild boy." The Dark Lord sneered, but his aura did soften.

"Now you call me a wild child with no rules. Then others will laugh at me as an ignorant Mudblood."

The Dark Lord's dark red eyes stared at him, and he twitched the corners of his mouth with a smile: "You like dances? There are many dances you can attend in the future, why worry about a fancy version of the Triwizard Tournament?"

"I have never participated in a dance like this, which is like playing house for children." Seeing that the Dark Lord's attitude softened, Tom boldly continued to spy on the Dark Lord's plan, "If you don't allow me to go back, you are not worried about me. Will it ruin your business if you go back?"

"Yes, yes," the Dark Lord answered him impatiently, "I am very seriously wary of you."

"...You are coaxing a child." Tom pointed out.

"You are just a child," the Dark Lord said coldly.

Tom snorted and folded his hands angrily.

"If you are really bored staying in the house, go out for a walk. Don't be an eyesore here." The Dark Lord said.

"I've almost walked around here," Tom walked down the steps. "There's nothing to do here, and there are very few books. When will we change our base?"

"When some brat learns to ask less questions," the Dark Lord replied.

Wormtail finally dared to swallow the soup in his mouth with fear. He was determined to work harder to pretend to be deaf in the future.

"..." Tom choked at the Dark Lord's answer.

"Hmph!" he said.

"Can you at least ask Anima to buy me some books to read next time she brings the newspaper?" Tom bargained.

The crow opened and closed its beak threateningly.

"The crown is not your postman, you unruly boy." Although the Dark Lord said this, he gave in on the other hand, "It will be you who chooses the new house next time - although I doubt whether the residents here know What is a study room?"

"Okay!" Tom cheered, picked up the crow and lifted it up high, and then the crow slapped his head with a wing.

"Are you satisfied?" The Dark Lord curled up in the armchair and sneered, "Difficult little bastard... don't be too happy too soon -"

He threatened: "If I see your external magic power is half black and half white like this this week, you have to be careful!"

"Yes, yes," Tom answered him perfunctorily, and then began to warmly invite Nagini to the bathroom: "Want to brush your scales, Miss Nagini?"

"Buy people's hearts." The Dark Lord commented boringly, then waved his hand and agreed that Nagini followed Tom into the bathroom.

Wormtail stood up tremblingly and began to clear the table.

"Gryffindor is indeed an interesting house, isn't it, Wormtail?" the Dark Lord asked, looking at his timid servant.

"Master, Master..." Wormtail showed a smile that looked like he was crying.

"There is a cunning pretender like Dumbledore, a little bastard who is fearless and pushy, and a coward like you... Speaking of which, how did you convince the Sorting Hat?"

Wormtail maintained his stiff smile.

"When did you realize that Gryffindor was not where you belonged?" the Dark Lord asked him softly.

"When I found out that those powerful friends of mine...were not my friends." Wormtail lowered his head, "I'm just a rat. A rat that goes out on the streets during the day...will be beaten by everyone. of."

"But darkness is inclusive," the Dark Lord stared at him, his eyes glowing red, "Darkness is inclusive of everything."

"Yes, my master..." Wormtail knelt down, lowered his head and kissed the carpet at the feet of the Dark Lord, "Only darkness tolerates me..." 7K妏婩

The Dark Lord put his weak snake hand on his head and whispered: "You have nowhere to go but darkness -"

Wormtail murmured absently and repeated the words of the Dark Lord: "I have nowhere to go but darkness..."

"Good boy," the Dark Lord said approvingly, "Only darkness can bring you glory——"

"Yes..." Wormtail's eyes lost focus, "Only darkness can bring me hope..."

"So," the Dark Lord's voice was as low as a whisper, "you must want your master to be resurrected more than anyone else, right?"

"Yes...I hope my master will be resurrected more than anyone else..."

"Are you willing to do anything for this?"

"I'm willing to give everything for this..."

"very good."

The Dark Lord let go of his hand and leaned back in his chair tiredly.

Wormtail blinked, as if he didn't understand why he was kneeling in front of the Dark Lord.

"How long are you going to wait?" The Dark Lord raised his voice impatiently, "Go clear the table!"

So Wormtail immediately cleared his mind, got up in a panic, hugged all the tableware on the table, and then hid in the kitchen like a mouse being chased by a cat. .