Earth Immortal Righteous Path

Chapter 263 Tom's Les Miserables

"Humph!"

The two confronted each other, and it became colder on the tower, layers of black frost formed on the walls, and gradually even tiny snowflakes began to fall.

Hermione still couldn't stand seeing the two teachers' saber-rattling aura, even though she still couldn't understand what they were saying.

When the hailstorm fell from the tower, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and quietly came to the principal's side.

"Principal, the teacher seems to be about to fight, go and persuade him!"

Lin Zhengyang took little Hermione by hand, stuffed her with a big thick parchment bag, and ordered:

"I was in a hurry this year. I didn't have a computer ready, so I had to send letters by burning them."

burning letter?

Isn't that a custom of offering sacrifices to the dead?
"Yes."

Hermione felt ashamed and angry that her mind had been seen through, and she ran to the side in a fit of anger, and set the whole paper bag on fire with her wand.

Then, she saw a thick stack of notices bound with rubber bands, and they turned an ominous green when the flames touched them.

In the flames, these notices seemed to melt, flowing, transforming into a shiny translucent card, and disappearing little by little.

"The notice will appear in a safe place, such as a school bag, beside the bed, or in the pages of a book. In short, it will ensure that the admitted can see it in time."

Lin Zhengyang was impatient to fill out the admission notices one by one, so he simply used magic to let the roster fill out by himself. Except for the different names and addresses, everything else was exactly the same.

"The Ministry of Magic has traces, and they are placed on wands. Every wand sold in a regular wand shop must be registered and wrapped with traces. This is one of the methods they use to monitor underage wizards."

"Zongsi is very sensitive, but also accurate. It often produces false positives. When there are adult wizards around you, they can't tell who used magic."

"Hogwarts also has special magic, which can screen out awakened little wizards and automatically enter the student roster."

"When a newborn little wizard goes to the Hogwarts branch for the first time, it is considered to have completed an entrance ceremony and signed a contract with the school to officially become a student. This is a very delicate concept and a very creative magic."

Lin Zhengyang ignored the two cold war teachers over there, and told Hermione his thoughts.

"I choose students here. I don't need them to awaken their magic power. I only need them to have a little bit."

"That's chance, in the words here, it's fate and luck."

"Because it's the first time I choose a student, I don't have any requirements. As long as I can randomly get his name and his age is not too old, they can enroll."

"What if someone refuses?"

This is indeed a big problem, after all, the clock tower is only a new school, and it may be regarded as a liar.

"That means there is no such opportunity."

There was silence.

Bundles of letters were burned, but there was no smoke, only a little snowflakes falling.

"Transfer application, did something happen to Hogwarts? It seems that Voldemort still released the basilisk, and Dumbledore took a fancy to him. No wonder, that old man likes people as talented as him the most."

"Speaking of the history of Hogwarts, there are not many who can surpass little Tom at this age."

Shaking the letter in his hand, Lin Zhengyang smiled half-smile, with an inexplicable sarcasm.

"Then will you accept him?"

Hermione asked nervously.

Although Tom Riddle is not the later Dark Lord, he is not so easy to get along with.

The past experience gave her a lot of psychological pressure.

"Accept? Of course not!"

Lin Zhengyang returned firmly.

"Why? He is so good, he must be a bright addition to the school!"

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, but also a little curious... Who would reject such a talented student?Just because he might become a dark wizard in the future?

Lin Zhengyang seemed to be able to see through Hermione's heart, and patiently explained to her.

"Of course I won't judge a person because of a mistake he hasn't committed... In fact, anyone can become Voldemort or the Dark Lord. As a person who often travels through parallel worlds, you should understand this."

Hermione nodded heavily.

She has seen the blackened Ron and Harry vying for the position of the Dark Lord, Dumbledore is the biggest behind-the-scenes man, Grindelwald's resurgence launched the magic revolution, the ancient evil gods invaded and other versions of the Harry Potter world.

Each of these worlds is different.

Even she herself, Hermione in different worlds, is not exactly the same.

A little Hermione married into a pure-blood family, a little became the Minister of Magic, some became an arcanist, and even more strangely, Hermione was the Creator herself...

Tom Riddle may not necessarily be Voldemort, and Voldemort may not necessarily be the Dark Lord, everything is uncertain.

Judging by the possibilities in the future, anyone has the potential to become the Dark Lord.

"The number one reason I really rejected him was that he didn't stand up for his alma mater."

"In the beginning, he opened the Chamber of Secrets and released the basilisk, which can be understood as a manslaughter. It can be said that he single-handedly caused a major crisis at Hogwarts."

Hermione was not surprised how the young headmaster in front of her knew this.

In just half a month of getting along, she has already confirmed that the principal, including those teachers, are all visitors from another world, just like those she met during her previous journeys.

"After he left the orphanage that disgusted him and came to the school, it can be said that this place became his half home. However, after he did these things, he didn't think of a way to solve the mess he left, but thought Transfer school."

"From here I think he doesn't love his alma mater enough."

"Hogwarts is the place where he first grew up and where he built his confidence. The turning point in his life has a different meaning. Even so, he also left as he said..."

"The Clock Tower couldn't have given him more..."

"Look, if you don't love Hogwarts, how can you expect him to maintain the clock tower? That's the kind of person he is!"

Indeed, from this point of view, there are quite good reasons for rejecting him.

……

"What? You actually rejected me!"

Tom Riddle could hardly believe it when he received the news.

He wrote his resume beautifully.

Every subject is excellent, and the chairman of the student union ranks first in the school every year, and has been highly praised by many professors...

He even attached papers from previous years, as well as various awards he received.

Such an outstanding him, was rejected? !

"Someone actually rejected me?"

Tom looked carefully at the reply.

The writing is very cryptic and euphemistic, but the meaning of rejection is obvious.

You are too good, our school dare not accept you!
"Is that old man Dumbledore getting in the way?"

Thinking about it carefully, in the school, among all the professors, he is the only one who has the motivation and the ability to stop him from changing schools.

Would a little-known new school of magic be willing to offend the powerful wizard who defeated the Dark Lord Grindelwald for a student like him who seemed to have good talent?

Tom thought the answer was obvious.

"Yeah, he sure as hell wouldn't let me out of his sight... damn old glass!"

Angrily crushing the letter paper, the handsome student president pinched his fingers into his palm, leaving several blood marks.

"I won't give in..."

As the student council president, there are quite a lot of opportunities to deal with the vice-principal.

But every time, Dumbledore would always look at him with an ambiguous, chilling look, and offer him some strange drinks with a smile.

The witty Tom Riddle saw something was wrong and politely declined.

But this is not the end, finally one day, the handsome student president shed tears in humiliation, and swore revenge by pointing to Slytherin's name.

After returning home, he immediately studied Potions crazily, and soon showed extraordinary talent—under the strong sense of crisis brought by an old glass.

Slughorn, the professor of Potions and the head of Slytherin, likes to make friends with famous and powerful people. He founded the Slug Club in Hogwarts. The members of the club are all from prominent family backgrounds or have extraordinary talents. A young wizard and wizard, Slughorn always reaped benefits and benefits from his favorite students.

In order to impress the professor, Tom spent a lot of time collecting the dean's preferences, and then matched his preferences, and finally got his full support. In just two years, he became a professional in the field of potions.

From then on, he could drink any fortified drink served to him by the old glass every time without changing his face, for which he became obsessed with potions.

It is precisely because of these experiences that Tom accidentally learned about Horcruxes.

In a conversation, Slughorn revealed the secret of eternal life, which aroused the evil thoughts in the heart of young Voldemort. It was Slughorn who told Voldemort the existence and function of the Horcrux.

This is almost a major turning point among the Toms.

If it weren't for the drink with the intoxicating potion, Tom wouldn't be studying potions like crazy, maybe he might not be able to impress Slughorn, then the latter wouldn't get carried away talking about horcruxes, and there wouldn't be seven horcruxes The second generation of the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters...

The cause was a drink, and the pushing hands were two people. It can be said that these two people are mainly responsible for this.

"Chairman, Professor Dumbledore asked you to come to his office at nine o'clock in the evening to help."

A Slytherin enters the common room with a message for the Head of the Student Council

"Crackling—"

His teeth were nearly broken, and Tom was livid, almost eating the fourth-year Slytherin in front of him.

"Did the professor—did—did—say anything?"

The frightened fourth-year Slytherin stammered:

"Okay, it seems to be something about the student union. The Ministry of Magic asked some students to, go, do a survey."

After speaking, the student didn't dare to stay any longer, and ran out in a staggered manner, and fell down at the corner.

"Damn! Die!"

Angry Tom blew up the lounge, but soon someone saw Professor Dumbledore taking him away...

(End of this chapter)