[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Chapter 178

"How to get in?" Tom looked at the door and then at the window to make sure that if he broke in without the owner's permission, the curses that shone with magic would not be just decorations.

"Unleash your magic," hissed the Dark Lord in his arms, "drown and cover them..."

"Will it alert the professor?" Tom didn't move. "He should still be at Hogwarts at the moment. What if Principal Dumbledore is reported?"

"Isn't that just what you want, boy?" The Dark Lord sneered, and then said: "Use your magic power to sense and cut off their paths before they transmit information-"

"I know, I know." Tom just tried to delay it, so that the Dark Lord would not notice anything was wrong after releasing the magic power. After all, he did not know whether the magic power would change after being possessed.

Now I can only bet that his magic power has mutated, and the Dark Lord can't confirm anything because of this.

The gray-white mist scrambled to break free from his body, roaring and expanding with faint laughter, filling the entire Spider End Alley.

The Dark Lord rolled his eyes strangely and asked, "What did you do to your magic again?"

"What?" Tom pretended to be stupid.

The invisible pointer hit him on the head.

"I'm warning you for the last time," the Dark Lord said with some annoyance, "Don't go further and further down the path of the Chaos God. When the day comes when you pay the price, it will be too late to regret."

"I know." Tom wasn't going to argue with him. From the current point of view, if he really followed the Dark Lord's guidance to completely obliterate the spirituality of magic, he might have died in the previous desperate situations. If you want to overtake in a corner, if you want not to be a chess piece played by others, how can you not pay the price?

After the hazy fog enveloped the entire hut, Tom gently opened the door and walked in with the Dark Lord in his arms. They walked straight into a small living room that felt like a dingy, soft-walled cell, the kind in a mental hospital or prison where the walls are padded to prevent victims of sexual abuse from harming themselves. .

Tom was no stranger to this place. As soon as he thought, the mist rolled over and lit the candles hanging from the ceiling, barely illuminating the small room.

The Dark Lord looked at the house of his loyal servant. Several walls in the living room were covered with books, most of which were old black or brown leather covers. A newly lit candle hung from the ceiling, casting a dim beam. A frayed sofa, an old armchair and a rickety table were crowded together in the aperture. This place has a desolate and deserted atmosphere, as if no one usually lives there.

"How frugal." The Dark Lord said in a strange tone.

Tom sensed danger, but he had not yet figured out what the problem was, so he remained cautiously silent.

The Dark Lord raised his hand, and a ray of black light flashed. The wall of books behind the armchair moved away with a bang, revealing a secret door. Behind the secret door was a narrow and dark staircase.

"There is actually a secret room?" Tom blurted out in shock.

"Go in," the Dark Lord commanded. 7K妏揩

Tom obeyed.

He said that Professor Snape's house should really be renovated. The wooden stairs, which were in disrepair, began to creak when he stepped on them, making Tom worried that he would miss the step and fall.

"If you don't mind, can I take you in a different position?" Tom politely discussed with him, "so that I can have one hand free to hold on the wall."

"No." The Dark Lord decisively rejected him, "You little bastard, every time you speak politely, you must be unkind."

"No!" Tom quibbled. Well, he was trying to catch the Dark Lord under his arm.

There was nothing to see upstairs. The attic was converted into a small bedroom. Apart from a hard board bed of the same age, it was a tattered wardrobe. It's so bad that when a mouse comes in, he has to leave with tears in his eyes.

But the Dark Lord looked at it very carefully. He even asked Tom to hold him closer, and even asked to open the wardrobe to see the black robes inside that were almost turning white after being washed - obviously the wizard robes he wore were old. It would be too rude to wear it out, so it becomes home clothes.

"I didn't know you were interested in these things." Tom held the Dark Lord forward and looked away awkwardly, "Okay? Don't you think it's a little inappropriate to look at other people's privacy so carefully? "

"Okay," the Dark Lord said thoughtfully, "Now go down and let's visit his underground potion room."

"Underground?" Tom always had the feeling that they were exploring.

"Tom." The Dark Lord suddenly called him as he came downstairs.

"It always feels like there's nothing good going on when you call my name like that." Tom took the opportunity to complain.

"What do you think a poor Slytherin half-blood boy is after me?" the Dark Lord asked.

Tom's intuition sounded the alarm, and he finally knew what was wrong - the Dark Lord was right to ask, was a poor Slytherin boy choosing to follow the Dark Lord to prove himself? For fame? Or for profit? What could allow a Slytherin to live such a miserable life? It has simply reached the point of self-punishment!

"Maybe it's to survive in Slytherin," Tom said without moving, "As you know, it's very difficult for half-bloods in Slytherin. What will you do if you don't find someone to support you?"

The Dark Lord snorted noncommittally.

"Severus..." His eyes flashed red and he said with a smile: "This is really my loyal servant... He will not change his habits just because his master is suffering. , decided to suffer with his master, right?"

Tom heard the undisguised murderous intent.

"Maybe it's because he has no money?" said Tom. "After you lost power, he lost an income, so he had to save a little elsewhere-"

"Where have you heard the joke about the potions master being short of money?" the Dark Lord asked him.

"When the potion master is a hoarder?" Tom quickly picked up the words and motioned the Dark Lord to look at the densely packed potion cabinets around the huge potion room. "The professor may not be willing to sell his hard work."

"Slytherin can even betray himself when necessary...can't bear to sell his hard work?" The Dark Lord smiled, "That's fine," he identified the bottles and cans, "you have your Christmas dinner. "

"This?" Tom turned the Dark Lord around in disbelief and looked at him, "My dear teacher, you call this Christmas dinner?"

"You ignorant wild boy, these ingredients are much more precious than a Muggle's Christmas dinner." The Dark Lord broke away from him and floated in the air with his own power. The tail has been transferred, this is our new stronghold. It can also be regarded as a little surprise for our loyal Severus..."

After he said these words sarcastically, he already used his magic power to search through Snape's personal storage: "Hmm... the venom of the basilisk? Ah ha, and the heart of the fire dragon... tsk tsk tsk tsk, unicorn." The corner of…”

Tom was stunned and tried to stop him: "Isn't this bad? I mean...are these all Professor Snape's things?"

"Oh?" The Dark Lord glanced up at him and said lightly: "You can just regard these as part of the political donation. I think...Severus must also be eager to have the opportunity to prove his loyalty. .”

The Dark Lord gave a sinister smile.

"Of course, he'll get his chance," he hissed. "Everyone will get his chance... soon... I just can't wait to meet my old friends."