Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

When he appeared, Andros was introducing the benefits of the meditation room to Grindelwald, and Grindelwald's eyes flashed when he heard it.

"Is it really that strong?"

Andros nodded solemnly. "I've already spent a whole night here. The improvement can't be explained in just a few words. If I had this meditation room back then, maybe I could have become a legend."

The man's face was full of emotion: "I didn't expect that we would have such an opportunity after death and continue to become stronger."

The corner of Grindelwald's eye twitched. "Mr. Andros, please be careful with your words. You are dead, and I am still alive."

"Hey, why do you care so much?" Andros said with a light smile: "You've been imprisoned for fifty years. What's the difference between you and being dead?"

Grindelwald: "..."

He felt that sooner or later Andros would be angry to death.

In other words, Andros was equally powerful, otherwise how could he have lived to the end of his life with just his mouth?

But Grindelwald's heart was also burning with anger.

Can it continue to get stronger?

Even though he was imprisoned in a tower for half a century, Grindelwald's love for magic has not diminished. If there is a possibility of further progress, he will never give up.

"Gentlemen."

Tom approached the two of them and said, "I understand your hope for the future, but please don't forget your business. You can use the meditation room freely while I'm away, but only after you successfully research the flying spell can you think about your own problems."

"Don't worry, Tom," Grindelwald said solemnly. "Andros and I have an idea. We should be able to finalize it into a spell in the next few days."

"That's great." Tom nodded happily.

He didn't know how long it took Voldemort to develop the flying spell, but only two and a half months had passed since he issued the mission.

I have to say, 2.5 is indeed a magical number.

Tom walked into the meditation room and entered a transcendental state directly. He began to think about the accumulated problems and confusions, and compared them with the insights given by Andros and Grindelwald. After twenty minutes, the transcendental state ended. He had benefited a lot, and then he stayed in the meditation room for another hour before leaving the study space.

The time came to ten o'clock in the morning.

Seth was still practicing boxing in the backyard. After Tom left the children's home, he gestured at himself twice with his wand, and soon his appearance began to change rapidly, turning into Michael's appearance.

Grindelwald has mastered the art of human transformation, so the original Michael naturally has no reason to live.

With Transfiguration and Confusion, he could easily handle any identity verification in the Muggle world.

Chapter 110: Dating, Buying a House (Transition, can be skipped)

Tom, who has become Michael, comes to the investment company.

The investment manager received him warmly. The 40,000 pounds invested after Christmas, with leverage, has now turned into a principal of 600,000.

A small portion of the money was earned in the US stock market, but the majority was contributed to the foreign exchange market. The ruble's exchange rate plummeted after that day, but this was the only opportunity left in the short term.

After re-customizing the investment plan, Tom used magic to give the investment manager a psychological hint, ensuring that he would not do anything to cheat him and would strictly follow the operations he specified. Then he left the investment company with a check for 200,000 US dollars.

If the entire wizarding world is exposed and a life-and-death battle breaks out between wizards and Muggles, it is hard to say who will win or lose. However, when people like Tom use some small tricks to gain benefits for themselves, the Muggles really have no good way to deal with it.

Tom plans to use the $200,000 to buy himself a house.

The house prices in London are actually quite low now. In ordinary areas, you can buy a nice single-family villa or a townhouse in a core area for 200,000.

In wealthy areas such as Westminster, Chelsea and Richmond, a down payment of $200,000 is enough for an average house. After 20 or 30 years, the price will increase six or seven times.

He plans to use the money as a down payment to build a home for himself in the city center.

With the cash flow in the investment company, it is easy to get a loan.

But it was too late today. Tom and Hermione had agreed to have lunch together and then go to Mr. Granger's clinic.

At a quarter past eleven, Tom arrived at the agreed place - the bookstore next to the Leaky Cauldron.

Hermione arrived earlier than him and was reading a thin book called "British Cuisine Encyclopedia" in the store. Today she was wearing a pink short-sleeved shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a round straw hat.

If no one told her, no one would have guessed that this young and beautiful girl would be a little witch.

Tom walked up behind her and called softly.

Hermione turned around with a bright smile on her face, "Tom, I thought you would show up on time."

Tom quipped, "If someone invites me to dinner, I must be very enthusiastic."

The girl snorted softly and raised her smooth chin. "I may be a poor fellow in the wizarding world, but in our society... I still have enough money to treat you to hundreds of meals."

The dentist's only child is indeed so terrifying.

Tom decisively chose to hug the girl's white thighs: "Rich woman, hungry, food!"

Ten minutes later, Tom stared at the huge golden 'M' logo in front of him, speechless. Then he looked at Hermione with a look of being backstabbed: "The big meal you mentioned... is McDonald's?"

The girl's face flushed, not because of heat, but because of shyness. She stammered, "I... I really can't find any special restaurants. We often eat grilled steaks and ribs at school. The only thing Hogwarts doesn't have is hamburgers..."

Tom held his forehead.

No wonder Hermione was reading such a weird book when he arrived. Was she looking for inspiration?

But what she said was true. There were indeed no hamburgers in Hogwarts, but weren't French fries already number one on the list of foods that young wizards hated the most?

Tom thought for a moment and took Hermione's soft hand. "Want to eat something fresh? Then follow me. But you still have to pay."

He is serious about living off his wife.

Hermione naturally would not refuse. Looking at the two hands holding together, the little witch felt her heart beating faster, and she followed Tom in a daze to a Chinese restaurant.

Long Ji Tea House is a Cantonese tea restaurant. Tom used to come here often for morning tea. After going to Hogwarts, he no longer has time to come here. When he suddenly thought of it, he felt a little nostalgic.

Due to certain reasons, there are quite a few Hong Kong people in London, and the tea restaurants that can survive here are all genuine.

After entering, Tom and Hermione went to the second floor. When Tom ordered in Cantonese, Hermione's eyes widened: "You also speak Madrid?"

"No," Tom corrected. "It was catonese."

Hermione shook her head blankly. "I can't hear the difference. Is it similar to the relationship between ancient runes and modern grammar?"

Tom twitched his lips and said, "If that's how you understand it, it's not impossible."

Soon, the meals they ordered were delivered. At first, Hermione was a little resistant to beef tripe and chicken feet, but after taking two bites under Tom's half-force, she immediately fell in love with the feeling. She was dissatisfied with the chopsticks she had just learned to use, so she put down her chopsticks and picked up the knife and fork. Her speed immediately increased a lot. Later, she ordered two more plates of chicken feet and beef tripe, as well as three steamed buns with custard filling.

On the way to the clinic, Hermione was still savoring the taste of her morning tea.

"Hogwarts really needs to improve its food. Although the quality is pretty good, it's the same few dishes year-round. No matter how delicious they are, you'll get tired of them."

Tom strongly agreed with Hermione's suggestion and urged her to write a letter to Dumbledore, to which he would sign his name.

"Welcome, Tom."

Mr. Granger's clinic was in a three-story villa, only one street away from his home. After opening the door, Granger greeted them warmly and led the two in.

Hermione was already very familiar with everything here and went into the house to get some water.

Mr. Granger brought Tom to the inspection room, and Tom took out the gift he had prepared for Mr. Granger.

"What animal's teeth are these?" Mr. Granger exclaimed.

Tom's welcome gift was a sharp tooth that was longer than his arm and twice as thick.

"This is a fire dragon's tooth, uncle. I hope you like it."

"Fire dragon's teeth? I like it. I really like it."

Mr. Granger was stroking the dragon's tooth and couldn't let it go. When Hermione came over, she saw Mr. Granger holding a huge tooth with a happy look on his face. The scene was very strange.

"Is there anything wrong with you giving this to Dad?" Hermione came to Tom and asked in a low voice. She was afraid of the Ministry of Magic's ban.

"This isn't a magic item, it's just material." Tom changed the concept, which made Hermione feel a lot more at ease.

After playing with the dragon's tooth for a while, Mr. Granger solemnly placed the tooth in the most conspicuous position in the display cabinet, then washed his hands again before beginning to examine Tom.

Tom, who doesn't like sweets, has healthy teeth. Mr. Granger even took this opportunity to teach Hermione a lesson, and Tom also experienced what it was like to be a child of other people's families.

The little witch pouted her lips high. What she was most dissatisfied with was her big front teeth.

But Tom thought there was nothing wrong with it. Although it was injured, it looked cute against the girl's pretty face, and it wouldn't be too late to repair it when he grew up.

Just as Mr. Granger was concentrating on examining Tom, Usagi woke up and crawled out of Tom's trouser pocket.

"Ow!!"

The sudden shout startled Mr. Granger and Tom. The examination instrument was still inserted in his mouth. If Mr. Granger didn't hold it firmly, wouldn't he be deep-throated?

After all, Mr. Granger was a professional, and he held the machine in his hand as steady as an old dog. He calmed himself down, took out the instrument first, and then looked at Tom's pants.

Usagi poked out his little head and shook it left and right curiously.

Hermione's attention was also drawn to it. "Where did this little fellow come from? Is he your pet? Why haven't I seen him before?"

Tom stood up, picked up the paper cup next to him, rinsed his mouth, and spit out all the water before saying, "This little guy is called Usagi. I found an egg in the park last night, and it hatched as soon as I got it."

The time, place and process were all correct, except for an unimportant detail.

Usagi crawled completely out of Tom's pocket. She now looked like a snake, but with horns and hands, which made her look a little weird.

Hermione thought hard but couldn't find the corresponding magical beast.

Mr. Granger also came over and looked at him curiously. Suddenly, Usagi's eyes widened and an invisible pressure emerged. The two men were so frightened that they took several steps back, their hearts pounding.

"Don't underestimate her because she's small. She has a bad temper." Tom smiled and held Usagi in his arms, motioning her to be quiet. Then he said to Hermione, "Don't think about it. Usagi's species is Rayquaza, a magical creature that has not yet been discovered."

"Then how did you know?" Hermione looked at Tom suspiciously.

The young man said confidently, "There is a special telepathy between us. Usagi told me so himself."

"so amazing."

Hermione was now more interested in Usagi.

Mr. Granger reminded him, "You can talk about this later. The inspection isn't over yet."

Tom lay down obediently again.