A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 630 Tom, tricked by Voldemort

In the end, the last group of Durmstrang students were completely wiped out.

In fact, all they needed to do to get the golden egg was sacrifice one warrior to lure the fire dragon away.

But who will be sacrificed?

Apart from Krum, all the other Durmstrang students had paid high prices to snatch their spots from William.

It's a real grab; the highest bidder wins!

The family members are all wealthy, and everyone is willing to contribute money so that the other party can make sacrifices, rather than making sacrifices themselves.

The result was that they couldn't agree on a price, leading to a complete defeat.

After five rounds of competition, the rankings for the first event were released.

With four golden eggs and an outstanding performance, Hermione is undoubtedly in first place.

Qiu received three golden eggs, and her score followed closely behind.

Then there's the two-egg team, consisting of three people: Cedric, Fleur, and George.

Krum only had one golden egg, making him the gatekeeper of the passing grade.

Apart from these six, none of the other warriors received the golden egg. Each judge also gave them a score below fifty.

Ron and Captain Chimpanzee finished last, leading the race in reverse with an absolute advantage of zero points.

The competition was fairly fair, with no particular group of dragons being too strong or too weak.

Everyone has seen the Warriors' performance.

But this score was completely unexpected by the students.

There's no other reason than... the gap is too big. The difference between the first and last place is more than 270 points, like a chasm.

That's the difference between Harvard Business School and staying at home.

The strong are very strong, and the weak are too weak; neither side displays any ambition to dominate.

Of course, with more warriors, the quality of the competition has increased significantly. Unlike before, when any competition required a top-three finish.

Of the three schools, Hogwarts had the best academic record. Four of the top six champions were Hogwarts students.

Of the first six students, besides Krum... three are shareholders of Akali's Mystery Shop, one is the head of the Home Delivery Service, and one is the general agent for the French distributor.

The GG effect was really strong... After the competition, many students asked if our tutoring center could expand its scale.

Let's stop the Owls cram school for fifth graders. Our students in other grades need to improve too!

More radical students asked Akali's Mystery Shop when they would establish an Akali Magical School.

After all, the monopoly of educational resources has resulted in professors becoming increasingly perfunctory and the teaching quality deteriorating.

If there were a few schools in the British Isles that focused on elite education, would Hogwarts dare to hire some unreliable teachers to fob them off?

Snape was embarrassed again.

Seven students from Hogwarts participated, including Slytherin's champions, and one of them scored zero, while another's combined score was less than twenty.

That would be very embarrassing.

Ludo Bagman returned after the match, but he didn't seem very happy.

"Alright, I only have a few words to say. The second project will begin at 9:30 a.m. on February 24th next year."

Before that, you can rest for a long time—but we need to leave you with some questions to consider!

Ludo took back the extra golden eggs and distributed them to the warriors who did not have any.

"If you look down at the golden eggs you're holding, you'll find that they can be opened... Can you see the seams there?"

You must decipher the clues provided in the egg—that will tell you what the second project is, so get ready!

"Is everything clear now? No problems? Alright, you can go now!"

"Ron, stay here for a moment, I have something to say to you."

Ludo called Ron down and kept him there.

The other students left the tent and headed towards the school.

At night, all three houses except Slytherin held grand celebrations.

The celebrations in Ravenclaw were particularly enthusiastic.

The tables and chairs were piled high with cakes, along with jugs of pumpkin juice and butterbeer.

Someone was lighting some fireworks with great effort, and many stars and sparks flashed in the air.

Professor Flitwick arrived and brought out his treasured wines, which he had kept for many years.

When students reminded him that he had class the next day, he dismissively replied:

"I firmly uphold everyone's right to indulge in unrestrained revelry!"

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The night was clear and bright, with not a single cloud in the sky.

The waves crashed against the cliffs, and the evening breeze stirred the wild grass.

The black-robed wizard carefully descended the cliff, his movements slow and gentle.

He couldn't afford to be careless; he had fallen two days ago, and it was a miracle he didn't die.

Didn't you see his head? It's still wrapped in bandages, and you can even see blood seeping through the strips of cloth.

Better safe than sorry, so this time everything went smoothly, and I didn't slip and fall into the sea.

He quickly reached the bottom, where there was a gap that required swimming to get through.

The seawater at the end of October was icy cold, but he still swam in.

When he emerged from the water, shivering and freezing cold, he found himself in the center of a cave.

"Sprinkle the blood on the wall," a young voice rang out.

The black-robed wizard took out his wand, gently cut his thumb, squeezed out a few drops of blood, and dripped them onto the wall.

"Too little blood!" Tom said coldly. "Are you feeding the chickens?"

The wizard hesitated for a long time, then aimed his wand at his wrist and gently swung it.

He clearly hadn't studied basic medicine and accidentally cut an artery, causing blood to gush out with a spurt.

Tom: "..."

A dazzling white archway appeared on the cave wall. The blood-stained rock inside the archway suddenly disappeared, revealing a doorway that seemed to lead into endless darkness.

The black-robed wizard carefully entered and walked forward until he reached the lake.

It was a boundless, smooth, mirror-like black lake, with a mysterious green light shimmering in its very center.

"The thing is right there!" Tom whispered excitedly.

"But how do we get there? Do we have to swim?" the wizard asked.

"You'll die if you swim there," Tom scoffed.

He truly knew himself best; after only a moment's thought, he smiled and said:

"There must be a boat nearby for my future self to get there."

Tom carefully sensed the traces of magic and, after fiddling with it for over an hour, managed to bring out a hidden ship.

The black-robed wizard stepped onto the boat, and the small boat automatically headed towards the island without any manual operation.

Upon entering the island, they came to a stone basin filled with a shimmering, phosphorescent emerald-green liquid.

The black-robed wizard performed various operations under Tom's orders.

But the liquid in that basin could not be touched by hand, could not be deformed, and could not be eliminated with a vanishing spell.

"Where did this liquid come from?" Tom muttered.

"We have no choice but to drink it!"

"But Master..."

"I order you to drink it!" Tom said coldly.

"I—but, okay—"

The black-robed wizard conjured a goblet. The goblet sank into the water and immediately filled with a green liquid.

The black-robed wizard raised it to his lips and drank it all in one gulp.

He immediately spat it out. It was a spicy, sour liquid, like vinegar that had been sitting for fifty years.

He suppressed his discomfort, dipped the cup into the stone basin again, scooped up a full cup, and drank it down.

This time it was even more painful; my whole stomach felt like it was burning.

After downing five cups, the black-robed wizard staggered forward and collapsed onto the stone basin. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was heavy.

"Get up now!" Tom commanded.

But the man in black robes couldn't get up; he was panting heavily and looked like he was about to die.

"Give me your soul," Tom whispered. "And I will control your body as well."

The black-robed wizard nodded slowly and closed his eyes tightly.

Simply attaching itself to a host's body allows it to absorb the host's life force. However, as long as it is not completely controlled and its own power is used, the host can still live for a long time.

Once completely taken over, the opponent's life force will decrease drastically. But a tool... Tom doesn't care, he just wants the Horcrux.

Having obtained the Horcrux, let the opponent die if they want.

Tom chanted the spell, and the face attached to the back of the head slowly moved towards the black-robed wizard's face.

The black-robed wizard's face began to change, as if another face had been pasted on top of the original one.

Tom completely controlled the black-robed wizard's body, grabbed a goblet, scooped up the green liquid, and poured it into his mouth.

Because he shared a body with the black-robed wizard and had gained control of it, he could also feel a spicy sensation swirling in his stomach.

That feeling was very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, he was just a boarder, which reduced that feeling considerably.

The black-robed wizard's voice, emanating from his body, was more painful than ever before:

"I want to die! I want to die! Stop it, stop it, I want to die!"

But Tom still coldly poured it into that mouth.

Even though he was in great pain, he still tried his best to endure it.

After pouring more than a dozen cups, the stone basin was finally emptied, revealing a gold pendant box.

Tom was overjoyed and was about to grab the locket when his body suddenly went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

Tom discovered that he couldn't stand up no matter what he did.

No, his body was extremely weak, and the immense pain caused him to lose control.

The black-robed wizard's will returned to his body, and he said hoarsely, "Water."

"Give me your body, and I'll give you water," Tom continued to tempt her.

But the black-robed wizard seemed not to hear, and dragged his aching body slowly toward the lake.

"Stop, you idiot!" Tom roared. "Stop right now!"

The black-robed wizard didn't hear anything; he simply moved towards the black lake little by little, relying solely on his willpower.

He reached the shore, plunged in, and finally drank the water.

But the lake surface was no longer smooth as a mirror; instead, it was violently churning.

A white head and hands emerged from the dark, murky water.

Men, women, and children, all with sunken, blind eyes, floated toward him—a vast expanse of corpses emerged from the dark lake.

The black-robed wizard offered no resistance and was dragged away.

Along with Tom!

The moment Tom entered the water, he had only one thought:

Voldemort...you bastard, I'll kill you sooner or later!!

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