Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones.

Chapter 740
"Really? Really?" Brireem asked, overjoyed. "That's wonderful, that's really wonderful!"

“We’re friends,” Voldemort replied with a smile.

He pondered for a moment. Although he needed to keep a low profile and avoid attracting any suspicious attention, however—

To outsiders, Blairim was his little brother, and if he refused Blairim's request, it would likely arouse even more suspicion.

Being inconspicuous doesn't mean not communicating with others; it means seamlessly integrating into the group.

After all, what could be a safer way to hide a tree than in the forest?
Voldemort had to thank Tyrell for this. He thanked Tyrell for recruiting so many students from all over the world, and for recruiting so many lowly Muggle students from Europe, which made it easier for him to hide.

“Let’s go to the library,” Voldemort said.

The two picked up the books scattered on the ground together and then walked towards the library.

In the days that followed, Brirem and Voldemort were practically inseparable—

Brireim needs Voldemort to help him with his studies, while Voldemort needs a smoke bomb.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

Brim had just had his curse lifted by Tyrell, and according to normal thinking, the instigator would definitely be eager to leave Hogwarts. However, Voldemort decided to do the opposite and, just like before, stay by Brim's side.

Voldemort imparted his knowledge and experience to Briram without reservation.

Within a reasonable range for a second-grade student.

And Blairim—

He does have some talent; he grasps most concepts quickly and learns them very easily. His only flaw is that Brireem is extremely easily distracted.

I always get distracted by other things after studying for a while.

Sometimes it's the Cornish elves flying past the window, sometimes it's the Quidditch team practicing on the playground, and sometimes it's even the book open by a classmate sitting next to me—

Blairim is attracted to anything that isn't related to studying.

"Concentrate! Concentrate!" Voldemort sighed helplessly at Brirem's distracted state, then reached out and tapped him on the head.

“Brahim, you need to focus,” Voldemort reminded him. “Only by focusing can you truly master it.”

“Yes,” Brireem lowered his head in shame, then offered a somewhat defiant rebuttal, “I’ve remembered everything you just said.”

"Oh? Is that so?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow and asked, "What about what we reviewed yesterday?"

“I remember it too,” Brireem said stubbornly, but his voice was somewhat weak.

"I see," Voldemort smiled maliciously. "Then let me test you. What do you get by mixing a certain amount of dried Holy Wing Flower bark with a certain amount of bark from the Moth Tea Tree?"

"Ah... um... 3350 grams of dried Holy Wing Flower and..." Blairim was momentarily stunned. He knew he had definitely reviewed this knowledge point yesterday, but he just couldn't remember it.

He tried hard to recall what they had reviewed yesterday, attempting to find the answers. However, he found his thoughts were somewhat disorganized and he couldn't concentrate.

“I…I don’t know,” Brireem said softly, sounding somewhat frustrated.

(End of this chapter)