Hogwarts: Dirge of Magic

"What do you mean, Tom?"

Sifer turned his head slightly, and looked at Tom Riddle, who was about the same height as him, with clear but emotionless black eyes.

"Just helping my friend. Don't get me wrong."

With his back to Professor Leslie, Tom showed a half-smile expression.

Just as Sifa stopped Elise, so Tom prevented Abraxas from being blamed.

To be honest, even if Abraxas used the Death Curse to sneak attack Sifa, it would be impossible to succeed.

Let alone release in person.

As soon as Abraxas got on top, he cast the Killing Curse at Hogwarts.

Although the Ministry of Magic will not sentence him to Azkaban, he still needs to be locked up in the family to avoid the limelight.

In this case, wouldn't it be in vain to spend a year trying to win over the legitimate son of the Malfoy family?

With Tom's help, Abraxas also came to his senses.

He couldn't help feeling annoyed at his recklessness.

Of course, he wasn't annoyed that he provoked Elise, but that he couldn't use some methods in front of Professor Leslie.

This time it was Xifa who took the lead.

What's more, seeing Tom's ability to do a job with ease, it's not sure who wins or loses when Xifa fights against him!

"Tom! I know you are unwilling to be mediocre and want to express yourself, but it is your fault that you use me as a stepping stone."

The corners of Tom's mouth squirmed slightly, as if he was about to say something.

Cifer refused to listen, he raised his hand suddenly and knocked Tom's hand off Abraxas' shoulder.

With the momentum of thunder and rush.

A slap slapped Abraxas on the face.

Snapped!

Tom's physical strength is unexpectedly strong, probably because he has obtained some Slytherin body forging secrets.

But in front of him, he was still a younger brother.

Fortunately, Tom resisted more force.

Abraxas with an ordinary physique was not slapped on the ground by Sifa.

"You dare to hit me? Hit the heir of the Malfoy family?"

Abraxas covered his face with an expression of disbelief.

Sifa ignored him and turned to Elise.

"you give me..."

"enough!"

Professor Leslie's stern gaze and tone made Abraxas stop talking.

Seeing his mouth getting red and swollen, Leslie couldn't bear it after all.

He took out a bottle of herbal medicine and asked Abraxas to go aside to treat the injury.

She was mediating the conflict between Elise and the pure-blood family early in the morning.

It may be that Sifa is not there, and Dumbledore is not there, and he feels that the three little girls are easy to bully.

But a junior is a junior, and Brant Fergus has worked with him for decades after all.

And Dumbledore also told everyone part of the truth internally.

It's okay to scold Brant in front of him, and then to persuade him to fight after seeing Xifa let out a sigh of relief, right?

"After I go back, I will tell Armando what happened in the outer courtyard, and at the same time suspend the little wizard's substitute class."

"I will also temporarily block this layer with administrator privileges."

"Tell me, what do you think? If not, we will go back."

Professor Leslie said it was a polite remark, but Tom seized the opportunity to find out about Sifer.

"Mr. Kerwin, I wonder how much knowledge you have inherited from Professor Dumbledore?"

Tom asked Sifa seriously.

Cassandra held Elise's arm in a retching motion, but Tom ignored it.

Now he only thinks that Xifa is the only one who can collide with him.

Those two girls are just empty vases of magic power.

It is understandable to say that Elise, after all, she is doing academic research on magic patterns.

Learning to fight is just a matter of time.

As for Cassandra, if Xifa opens up the realm of the end of all curses for her.

She can hit ten starting Toms.

"Poor thing, Tom, don't think I'll call you Classmate Riddle."

Tom clenched his fists secretly.

"If I remember correctly, Professor Dumbledore also went to fetch you to Hogwarts himself. Don't you know what the professor is capable of?"

These two sentences really hit Tom's sore spot.

He hated being called Tom very much, but it was his first name, and anyone who wanted to get close to him would call him that.

Apparently, Sifer calling him Tom didn't mean being close to him, it was blatantly disgusting him!

This is nothing.

What made Tom resentful was Dumbledore's defense against him.

Of course, if it's just a precaution, that's all.

However, it is only my first year of enrollment.

Sifer became Dumbledore's favorite little wizard.

This gave Tom a feeling that his father's love had been taken away.

"I don't know what Dumbledore is capable of. Can you prove it to me?"

"You are not qualified to let me prove anything to you."

Sifa smiled contemptuously.Tom almost lost his mind, he clenched his fists hard, and suppressed the thought of casting the curse back to the bottom of his heart.

"What do you want to do?" At first, Professor Leslie didn't see that the two were not getting along.

By the time she reacted, the two of them had almost started fighting.

"Sorry, Professor Leslie, I'm sharing my thoughts with classmate Tom."

Xifa put away his frivolous posture and said to the professor with a little apology.It seemed that it was his own fault for worrying the professor.

"You say so, Tom?"

"That's right!"

Tom gritted his teeth and said, but then he saw that Alice was also frowning, probably unable to help Sifer.

"Let me talk about my opinion first."

Tom suddenly changed his countenance, became handsome, and spoke confidently and decisively.

"I have a clue about the situation of this poor little wizard."

"In the Slytherin's notes, you know, I am a Parseltongue." Speaking of Parseltongue, Tom's expression was a little fanatical, as if this made him superior in the wizarding world.

And Cassandra came behind Xifa and tugged at the corner of his clothes, her eyes full of inquiries.

Cifer nodded insignificantly, Lady Diana was eyeing Slytherin's inheritance.

Tom probably doesn't know he's being targeted by uh...mother-in-law?

"There is a record in the notes that a black wizard can use a sacrificial black magic to turn a living wizard into his dead spirit."

"The nature of undead is the same as that of ghosts, except that they are unconscious and need to be operated by humans."

"It may be that someone in the outer courtyard cast this evil black magic, but he didn't learn how to manipulate it. This caused this situation."

Professor Leslie nodded thoughtfully after listening.

What Tom said basically agrees, ordinary magic penetrates through, and advanced magic works but is very limited.

Moreover, some ghosts have no shadows.

"Is there any introduction in the notes on how to undo this magic?"

"Sorry, Professor Leslie, Slytherin only left a rough description in Parseltongue."

When Professor Leslie heard this, it was hard to hide his disappointment.

"In this case, let's go back and seal everything here. I'll ask Professor Crouch. If he can't help it, we have to wait for Albus to come back..."

"Wait, Professor Leslie."

"Tom, do you have anything to add?" Professor Leslie, who was about to turn around, stopped.

"Although we don't know the source of the magic, we can know which little wizard cast it."

"Sincerely!"

A dark green light shone from the tip of Tom's wand.

"Let all the little wizards in the outer court put their wands in front of me one by one, and tell me loudly that it's not him. As long as they are true, the dark green light will not turn black!"

"it is good..."

"I object!" Alice told herself that the state of the undead was difficult to change, especially without the master's manipulation.

Xifa knew that Tom was wrong, or he deliberately misled everyone.