Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Really, really?" Bralim asked in surprise, "That's great, it's really great!"

"We are friends." Voldemort replied with a smile.

He thought for a while, although he said he needed to keep a low profile and not attract any suspicious looks, but——

In the eyes of outsiders, Bream is his little root, if he rejects Bream's request, it may cause more doubts.

Being unobtrusive is not about not communicating with others, but about being perfectly integrated into the group.

After all, what better way to hide than hiding a tree in the middle of the forest?

Voldemort would also like to thank Tierra for this, thank Tierra for recruiting so many students from all over the world, thank Tierra for recruiting so many lowly Muggle-born students from Europe, which made it easier for him to hide .

"Come on, let's go to the library," said Voldemort.

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

In the days that followed, Bralim and Voldemort were almost inseparable—

Brarim needs Voldemort to help him with his lessons, and Voldemort needs a smoke bomb.

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

Bralim had just had the curse removed by Tierra. At this time, according to normal people's thinking, the perpetrator would definitely be eager to leave Hogwarts, but Voldemort decided to do the opposite, just like before. Follow Brarim.

Voldemort imparted his knowledge and experience to Bralim without reservation—

Within reason for a sophomore.

And Bream--

He is indeed a bit talented, and he can learn most of the knowledge points at once.

The only problem is that Braerim is particularly easily distracted.

Always study for a while, then be attracted by other things.

Sometimes it’s the Cornell elves flying past the window, sometimes it’s the Quidditch team training on the playground, and sometimes they’re even attracted by the books spread out by the students on the next seat——

Everything that wasn't study appealed to Bream.

"Attention! Attention!" Voldemort looked at Brarim's distracted look, sighed helplessly, and then reached out and tapped his head.

"Blarim, you need to focus a little bit." Voldemort reminded, "Only by focusing can you really grasp the meaning."

"Yes." Bralim lowered his head in shame, and then argued a bit unconvinced, "I remember what you just said."

"Oh? Really?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows and asked, "What about what we reviewed yesterday?"

"I remember it too." Bralim said stubbornly, but his voice was somewhat weak.

"That's it." Voldemort smiled maliciously, "Then let me test you, what can you get by mixing how many grams of dried holy wing flowers and how many grams of moth tea tree bark?"

"Ah, um, three hundred and thirty-five grams of dried holy wing flower and" Bralim was a little dazed for a while, he knew that he definitely reviewed this knowledge point yesterday, but he just couldn't remember it.

He tried hard to recall what they reviewed yesterday, trying to find the answer. However, he found that his thinking was a little confused and he couldn't concentrate.

"I don't know," Bream whispered, feeling a little frustrated.