Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 192 Tom Riddle: Talented in the Dark Arts

Throughout the second grade, he was busy building Walpurgis' Cavaliers team.

This once affected his studies, and even almost made his plan to learn the content of the fourth grade coursework in advance fall through.

But fortunately, the construction of the knight team was completed quickly, and Voldemort shifted his energy to the study of magic again.

And the benefits of building a knight team suddenly became apparent at this time.

"dark magic?"

At the team meeting, Senior Edward looked at Riddle suspiciously, "Is it too early to study in the second grade?"

"Is there a problem?" Riddle asked.

"Black magic is extremely evil and cruel. Learning and using it will counterattack your will and let you walk into darkness."

Senior Edward thought about it and said, "The will of the second grade is not strong enough, I think, maybe more..."

"Let them try it, Edward, with the easy black arts."

Voldemort's second-in-command, Senior Henry, played a role, and he really behaved more aggressively.

"Then try it." After thinking for a while, senior Edward also chose to support, "I will find some simple black magic from the family library."

The answer excited Riddle, who had been waiting for it for a long time.

And not long after, Senior Edward brought him the first black magic:

Oolong came out of the hole.

"The spell is not complicated, and it doesn't require too strong magic power, but..." Senior Edward frowned, "It requires a strong bloodthirsty evil thought to summon it."

"Is it difficult?"

Tommen said, he memorized the spell and began to use it, but the front part of his wand only exploded some black smoke, and there was nothing else.

"This is different from the simple summoning technique. The black snake is bloodthirsty. You must have the idea of ​​cruelly hurting the other party in your mind, and the consciousness of bloodthirsty." Senior Edward said, demonstrating it for everyone.

The head of his wand exploded, and a long black python sprang out. It held its head high and patrolled around, fiercely looking for the target to attack.

"Boom."

Senior Edward flicked his wand, and the python turned into black smoke and disappeared: "I can't control its bloodthirsty thoughts. If the spell is not stopped quickly, some of us may be hurt."

"It will bite you?" Avery asked in surprise.

"Yes, black magic is always too evil." Senior Edward shrugged and said, "That's why I don't recommend you learn it too early."

However, just as he was speaking, Riddle raised his wand: "It's a hole."

He recited the spell accurately, and then the head of the wand exploded, and a thicker black python crawled out.

It held its head up like the snake before it, but the room was a bit crowded for it so it had to hunched over.

"Oh my god..." Avery said in surprise, "how can it be so big?"

"Magic power and bloodthirsty emotions can determine his size." Senior Edward looked at Riddle with some horror, "Tom, are you sure you can control it?"

"Sure." Riddle nodded, then looked at the python, "Hiss~~"

After the strange sound, the python's head slowly lowered, as if to express its submission.

"Are you a Parseltongue?" Senior Edward asked in surprise.

"Yes, as far as I know it's not a great talent."

As Riddle said, he slowly stepped forward and stood on the python's head, and as the python's head slowly lifted off the ground, "This feels much better than riding a broomstick."

"It's the first time I've seen someone who can control the black snake so well, Tom." Edward looked at Riddle and said, "Besides, Parseltongue is rare."

"Helbo, Salazar, and Palather, you can find three of them if you just look through the history of magic." Riddle said with a curled lip.

"No, you don't understand, Tom." Senior Tommen Mulciber also said, "Parseltongue can be passed on through blood, which means...you are probably a descendant of one of the above three people."

Riddle, who was feeling the charm of black magic, was stunned on the spot. He asked the giant python to put him down, waved his hand to end the effect of the spell, and looked at Senior Tommen: "Really?"

"I don't need to lie to you, Tom." Senior Tommen said excitedly, "I have known for a long time that you must come from an extraordinary pure-blood family. Your talent and intelligence have already proved everything."

"Helbo, Salazar, Palaser..." Riddle couldn't help muttering, wondering which of the three he would be a descendant of.

"There are more, Tom." The little follower, Geraint Nott, said, "There are not all the characters recorded in the history of magic. I can help you look it up in the family records."

"I will too, Tom. We will find the root of your blood. Your talent in black magic proves that your ancestor must have been a powerful pure-blooded dark wizard." Senior Edward said excitedly.

In fact, everyone is very concerned about Riddle's family background.

Although Riddle formed the knight team with them by virtue of his talent and strength, if he was not a member of the pure-blooded family, it would still make everyone feel uncomfortable.

Pure blood's contempt for Muggles has already penetrated into their blood, and they care about it very much.

"Then I'll trouble you, but before that." Riddle looked at the crowd, his eyes gleaming with greed, and said, "Are there more black arts? I can't wait to learn them."

"Of course, Tom, I'll get you more, including the three Unforgivable Curses." Senior Edward said excitedly.

They were all shocked by Riddle's talent for black magic, and at the same time, they were also amazed by Riddle's Parseltongue—it was almost a symbol of noble status, and it was synonymous with the blood of a powerful dark wizard.

The only known Parseltongue that wasn't a Dark wizard that Riddle mentioned was Parather among those names.

But he was the top alchemist at the time, and he was also a medical genius.

"I'm looking forward to those three spells, Senior Edward." Riddle said.

"Don't call me senior, Tom, just call me Edward." Edward said with a sincere smile.

"Yes, Edward." Voldemort responded with a smile.

After that day, Voldemort was fully integrated into the team, and his status began to become pivotal.

But Riddle did not show more desire for power. He was addicted to the ocean of magic. Although he was more interested in black magic, he did not stop learning other magic.

Time soon came to the end of this school year, and Riddell accomplished his set goals:
Complete all courses in the fourth grade.

In addition, he also learned a lot of black magic, but the only thing that made him dissatisfied was that he failed to learn the three Unforgivable Curses.

Hogwarts is not suitable for learning that kind of magic. People in several families are unwilling to provide them with related books, and they don't want to cause trouble.

Therefore, Riddle had to postpone the study of the three black arts until the summer vacation, but fortunately, the summer vacation was coming soon.

(End of this chapter)