Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

Back in school, Bones knew the Greengrass sisters of the previous generation. He was their senior and had a good relationship with both of them. He also knew the truth about the blood curse, so naturally he understood what this hope meant.

"No wonder you're so dedicated to helping him." Bones nodded slightly and promised quietly, "As long as the product meets the requirements, I guarantee that the Ministry of Magic will purchase a batch."

"I'm sorry to bother you, Senior."

The two middle-aged beauties smiled at each other.

After dinner, Tom and Bones went to the basement, where there was an indoor training room for a demonstration.

"First, use your wand to output magic power to the bracelet to complete the binding."

After Bones did as he was told, Tom explained how to use it, which was not difficult at all for Bones.

After trying it several times in a row, Bones even fought back against Tom in a real duel to experience the stability of the bracelet in actual combat. After finding that there were no problems, she was very satisfied with the bracelet.

"Mr. Riddle, there's nothing wrong with the 'Anti-Slip Bracelet (Li Hao)' and it perfectly meets the needs of law enforcement. Could you please tell me how much you produce and how much you charge?"

Tom had already made preparations and said, "The price of one bracelet is one hundred Galleons. I can provide the first batch of two hundred before school starts. However, I need to remind you that the recall function of each bracelet will wear out after one hundred uses, and it will be almost scrapped."

Bones frowned slightly.

One hundred Galleons is not expensive, but this thing is actually a consumable and can only be used one hundred times... Doesn't that mean it's equivalent to one Galleon at a time?

However, if the wand falls out of hand, it is already a very critical situation. Every summoning may save the life of an Auror. Compared with the training cost of Aurors and strikers, this amount of money is nothing.

Especially the Aurors. The quality of Hogwarts graduates has been declining in recent years, and there is a lack of successors. The loss of each Auror will make the Ministry of Magic heartbroken.

After figuring this out, Bones did not bargain, but just said that he would tell him the result in three days, and then left Greengrass Castle.

three days?

The 14th is exactly three days away. If it is one day later, Tom will go to the United States.

Tom went to talk to Mrs. Greengrass about the results of the negotiation, and then returned to his bedroom.

The two sisters had already laid down obediently, looking at him eagerly.

Tom sighed helplessly, took a quick shower, and came back to continue telling stories to the two of them.

If this continues, he feels he can publish a book.

How about "One Thousand and One Nights with the Greengrass Sisters"?

Chapter 117 Grindelwald: Scamander I ****

"Sun Wukong captured seven little witches in the peach forest and fed them aphrodisiacs, but then he became irresponsible and became a scumbag, running back to Huaguo Mountain to see the female monkeys."

"The Jade Emperor was furious and sent Erlang Shen, the most powerful Animagus in history, to capture Sun Wukong. The two engaged in a wild and exposed transformation battle. The battle was so fierce that the avenue was broken. In the end, Sun Wukong was defeated."

"After being captured, Sun Wukong still refused to submit. The Jade Emperor then sent the most powerful potion master in history, Taishang Laojun, to throw Sun Wukong into a crucible and use it to boil a pot of medicine."

"As for whether it succeeded or not? To find out what happened next, please listen to the next episode~."

Time passed quickly, and three days later Bones brought good news. The Ministry of Magic agreed to purchase at a price of 200 Galleons, but Tom had to deliver before September. was too few, not enough for the allocation of Aurors, strikers, and important officials.

Tom also agreed. He had already mastered the rune engraving of the anti-loosening bracelet. If there were enough materials, he could make twenty or thirty in an afternoon. All he had to do was squeeze out some extra time every day.

Today is his last night with the Greengrass family, and tomorrow he will leave for New York.

After listening to the story, the two sisters did not sleep. Daphne's face was full of reluctance and she hugged Tom's arm tightly. Astoria was also in a low mood.

Tom had no other way to comfort them, so he quickly put himself to sleep so that they could sleep too.

The next morning, Tom wanted to leave quietly before the two of them woke up, but his careful movements still woke them up.

In the end, he could only stay for another half a day. After lunch, the whole family sent him out of the manor - there was also magic in the castle to protect the door keys.

With the two sisters' eyes filled with tears, Tom gave Daphne a hug, touched Astoria's little head, and activated the portkey.

This time, the door key that Mrs. Greengrass prepared was a top hat. Tom pinched the brim of the hat, and it seemed as if a hook hooked his belly button and pulled forward hard. Fortunately, his umbilical cord was cut when he was born, otherwise it would definitely be hooked out.

Then Tom felt like he was flying, speeding like the wind, and his speed was getting faster and faster. At first, he could see the outside scenery clearly with his super eyesight, but later, when he reached a certain speed, his vision was blocked by white light.

The door key stuck to his hand, so Tom didn't have to hold it nervously. The magic blocked the wind resistance and sound. Apart from the discomfort caused by the high-speed movement, he couldn't feel anything else.

Tom didn't know how long he flew, he even took a nap in the middle.

Suddenly, his body felt weightless, and then his feet fell heavily on the ground. Tom staggered and stabilized his body in time. A voice appeared in his ears.

"Ten o'clock, six minutes past midnight, transnational portkey, from Yorkshire, England. Let me see...Number 9288...Why is it an underage wizard?"

At the end of his words, his voice was full of surprise. Tom looked over and saw that he had landed on a small hill, surrounded by endless mountains. There was a small tent beside him, and the overweight wizard in the tent was looking at him with a surprised look.

"No need to look. No one was thrown down by the portkey. I was the only one who used it. Here are my IDs."

Tom handed the fat wizard the relevant documents given to him by Mrs. Greengrass.

The wizard checked it carefully before he believed it was true. When he returned the document to Tom, he muttered, "British parents are really careless, letting a child go abroad alone."

"Ah, that's because they believe in my ability." Tom didn't explain anything and just dealt with it casually. Then he asked, "Where is this place?"

"Quebec."

Quebec?

Tom silently calculated the speed of the Portkey's flight.

The local time is 10:06 am. Taking into account the time difference, it should be 3:06 pm in the UK now. He left at a little after 1:00 am.

The distance between the two places is more than 5,000 kilometers, which is equivalent to a speed of more than 2,500 kilometers per hour, more than twice as fast as an airplane.

At this time, the fat wizard completed the registration and handed over the key to Tom's next stop - a food tray that is very common in convenience stores.

"Go, kid. Your destination is New York."

"Thank you."

Tom took the door key and this time asked the fat wizard to help him activate it, because minors were not allowed to cast spells outside of school, so it was a waste of time.

Fifteen minutes later, Tom appeared at the designated drop-off point for the New York port key, and was then taken by staff to Congress for entry registration.

It seems that it only takes fifteen minutes longer, and a portkey can go directly from the UK to the United States, but as the country with the largest number of wizards, the United States Magical Congress is becoming more and more arrogant.

To enter the country legally, one must use the door key they made, so Tom can only make a 'transfer' in Canada.

When he was leaving, the registrar repeatedly warned him that he was not allowed to use magic. Students at Ilvermorny were required to hand in their wands during the holidays, but they had no right to confiscate the wand of Tom, an outsider.

After leaving the Woolworth Building, Tom took a taxi to the address Newt gave him.

When he took out the invitation letter that Newt had sent with it, a non-existent house squeezed out from the villas on both sides.

Tom rang the doorbell and waited quietly.

He didn't have to wait too long. About two minutes later, a white-haired old man appeared in front of Tom.

Although he looked different from the one in the movie, Tom almost immediately confirmed that the old man was Scamander.

He had a shy smile on his face that hadn't changed in decades, and he had a very peaceful demeanor. Perhaps this word wasn't very appropriate to describe a man, but it was incredibly fitting for Newt.

The old man's face was full of traces of time, but he was still energetic. Anyone could see sincerity and kindness in his eyes. However, when he looked into Tom's eyes, his clear eyes would unconsciously avoid him and his head would turn slightly away.

Whether he was unknown in the past or in the world of fame now, Newt Scamander is just like that, never looking anyone in the eye.

puff--!

Tom couldn't help laughing.

Newt was even more embarrassed, as if he didn't even know where to put the limbs that had been with him for ninety-five years.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Scamander."

Tom realized his rudeness and quickly apologized, explaining, "When I saw your eyes, they reminded me of the swan bird. They are both very clear and sincere."

Newt's embarrassment had largely dissipated. The mention of magical beasts had made his social anxiety symptoms significantly improve. He pondered, "Orb-Droopers? Their eyes are indeed very beautiful, but this is the first time someone has used the term "magical beast's eyes" to describe me. Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Riddle."

Tom said politely, "Mr. Scamander, you can just call me Tom. I'm very happy that you can invite me to visit New York."

The old man's character is worthy of Tom's respect, to be precise, he is the most respectable one.

Unless you are enemies, you don't have to worry about Newt Scamander doing anything bad to you, and you can trust any of his promises. Not even Dumbledore has such a reputation.

After all, Dumbledore is famous for scheming against his own people. He treats you as a friend, but you are also his pawn.

"Okay, Tom." Newt said softly, "You can just call me Newt. It's my honor that you accepted my invitation. Come in, kid."

Tom nodded, stepped through the large iron gate, and, led by Newt, the two walked up the garden path.

After entering the door, the air becomes fresh. The iron gate looks very close to the main entrance of the villa from the outside, but after entering, it becomes a short distance away. The road in the middle is planted with flowers and plants.

There was the sound of flapping wings above the flowers. A group of flower fairies were diligently carrying small wooden buckets, picking nectar from the stamens. Tom rudely snatched the small bucket that a flower fairy had lifted with great effort. In his hand, it turned into a cup. He lifted the cup and drank the nectar inside.

The flower fairy looked at Tom angrily. This was the nectar she had worked so hard to pick.

"You're welcome. I'm just helping you lighten your burden." Tom returned the bucket to the flower fairy.

The nectar picked by the flower fairy will be purified without any impurities, and long-term drinking will be beneficial to the body. It is estimated that this is also related to the fact that Newt is still as brisk as ever in his nineties.

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Uncle Newt watched the scene with a smile and did not make any comments on Tom's behavior.

Tom had no intention of hiding his true character in front of Newt. The simpler a person is, the more sensitive he is. He can clearly perceive the kindness and malice of others. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has a pure heart.

There is actually no clear boundary between good and evil for Newt, unless you are a poacher, which he hates the most, but lies and insincerity will keep Scamander out of friendship.

The flower fairies walked away. Newt looked at them and whispered, "These flower fairies are a group I rescued in Nalaska. Their homeland has been occupied by Muggles and turned into an industrial plant. I originally wanted to find a suitable place to put them, but they thought my garden was nice, so they just settled down here."

As he spoke, he looked a little distressed.

"Maybe this is the best place for them," Tom said with a smile.

Newt loves magical creatures, but his love is not like Tom's, who collects them and provides a comfortable environment to raise them as pets.

Now, in addition to unicorns, Tom's small business card box also includes some catkins, harpies, shrews, and bowtruckles, all of which are his favorite magical animals, and there will be more in the future.

Newt prefers to maintain the stability of the ecological chain of magical animals. He will train the rescued magical animals and then release them back into an environment suitable for their living.

.. ..... ...

But sometimes such things are not something he can decide. Some frightened little guys who don't want to return to the wild prefer to stay in a comfortable environment, and Newt can't forcefully drive away these poor magical animals.