[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Looking at these strange yet similar pale faces, as if inbreeding had accumulated countless flaws, Tom suddenly remembered the story Draco had told about the Dark Lord's Resurrection Stone.

Isn’t it possible that Gaunt has been summoned by all generations to have his soul imprint engraved here?

Under their gloomy and dull gazes, Tom was wrapped heavily in mist, and a few small golden-red sparks were still burning on his fingertips. Then he quickly touched the tree, and as soon as a ray of deathly curse touched his fingertips, he was immediately engulfed by the Phoenix Fire. Burned out.

Good guy. No wonder the Dark Lord doesn't use the remains of his biological mother. This kind of Yinmu, which has its own bloodline curse and also has the function of nourishing souls, is obviously made of the processed corpses of the same race. Probably the Gaunt family themselves knew that Slytherin's bloodline was coveted. After falling into despair, they became cruel and simply sacrificed it themselves. When alive, it is a semi-finished product for a specific purpose. When dead, it is a specific raw material, and the soul has to be separated. To protect the family, even the house is built directly in the family cemetery - in this way, let alone the dark wizard who wants to plunder living people to condense the bloodline, even if he wants to rob the tomb to refine the bloodline, it will be in vain.

If the Dark Lord wanted to use the bones of the Gaunt family to resurrect him, he would have to be wary of the past generations of the Gaunt family in the blood curse unless he was willing to transform into a magical animal such as a dark corpse tree.

Tom imagined how excited the Dark Lord would be when he discovered this secret, and couldn't help but laugh.

I'm afraid the Dark Lord himself would be annoyed by this bloodline, so he would rather use a Muggle biological father to reshape his body.

His laughter seemed to irritate the soulmarks.

The densely packed pale faces on the ancient trees opened their mouths wide and let out silent wails. Sharp sound waves flew toward Tom in overlapping directions at high speeds. The thick branches were also twisted strangely, like countless dark green living snakes. , raised its sharp head and surrounded Tom.

This scene looked particularly terrifying, but Tom was only startled for a moment before the atmosphere was ruined by the vague thoughts of joy coming from the fogs - 'So many desserts! Go ahead——’

"Wait!" Tom's thoughts came out, scattering the mist that was about to move, "Don't eat them all! You will be discovered!"

Such a large cemetery, one day the Dark Lord comes to check it out on a whim: Oops? Where have all my dead souls gone?

Let's check the magic traces left in the void... Well, it depends on fate whether he dies or not.

Faced with the attack of the undead and the ancient tree, Tom took a step back and only sent out his thoughts, driving the mist to forcibly tear an undead soul from the nearest ancient tree; at the same time, Fox spread his wings on his chest and cried, and golden-red sparks burst out. They joined together and burned blazingly. Through the invisible heat radiation of the flames, the small space formed by the Gaunt family cemetery suddenly became turbulent. A gap was melted by the flames of the phoenix. Tom's mist immediately spread out, and then Wrapping Tom and pulling him out——

The young man with the golden and red flames burning behind his back stood in front of the entrance to the grove again. The fog around him was rising wildly, and the gray-white airflow condensed by the fog also rolled up an undead soul that was wailing numbly.

Tom glanced at the undead spirit that was snatched out as a "hostage". This was the first time he had seen such an undead spirit. It looked completely different from the ghosts of Hogwarts - the undead spirit had no expression on its face and looked indifferent. He is sane, with only one face on his body that is relatively clear, and he looks ordinary. His two eyes stare weirdly in opposite directions, and he opens a mouth with crooked teeth and howls silently. There is no human shape at all from the neck down. A thin stream of white air.

This is probably not a complete soul, but just a trace of soul mark summoned by the function of the resurrection stone, so it looks like this?

He used the mist to shake the undead, but the undead didn't react at all. It still stared at a pair of eyes like a dead fish and mechanically opened its mouth and howled.

Tom's heart sank.

If this revenant has no sanity at all, then what directs them to attack outsiders? Instinct? Tom didn't quite believe that any dark wizard family would hand over their defense system to a group of undead Marks who only had instincts.

Could it be that it has fallen into disrepair? But since it is confirmed that the Dark Lord has secrets here, how can he trust his secrets with such peace of mind?

and many more.

Maybe it's because the Dark Lord wants to protect his secrets, so he can't trust any sane thing to guard them. Maybe the Gaunt family's defense system was dismantled into this by the Dark Lord himself.

Tom thought of several possibilities in the blink of an eye, but he couldn't be sure. He stared at the quiet, dark, seemingly normal forest, and said tentatively: "Let me go, and I'll give it back to you."

As he spoke, he shook the dead soul in his hand again, and the dead soul swayed mechanically along with his strength.

The woods were completely silent.

Tom cautiously let the mist wrap himself tighter, stretched his neck and looked into the woods: "Hello? Someone -"

Before he could finish his words, he was caught off guard when a skull with twisted branches burst out of the forest. The vast dark magic ripped through the fog and fire, and a giant snake roared out of the skull's mouth. It came out and hit Tom's chest instantly. Tom flew backwards and landed heavily on the rocky ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The flames rose up with a roar and burned into the shape of a phoenix. Tom just felt the pain, and then he noticed in the scorching heat that his injuries disappeared in an instant. His mist also went violently, shrinking completely into a very small point, and then exploded suddenly. Invisible air blade-like things flew out in all directions. The bushes directly opposite seemed to rise in an instant. Looking at it again, it was clear that Those ancient trees pulled out their roots that were buried deep in the ground, took a few steps back collectively, and then quickly built an earth wall using the soil thrown up when they buried their roots, barely blocking the flying air blades. 7K妏揩

It was said that it was reluctant, because there were still a few big trees on the outermost layer that were riddled with holes, and black-green liquid flowed out. There were also several pale faces dripping in the liquid, all of which were mercilessly treated by the angry mist. He fished it out, tore it into pieces and ate it.

Tom had just sat up on the ground, and before he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he was shocked by the memory fragments transmitted back by the magicians.

"Eh?" He struggled to use his mind to sort out and control the rampant magic power, but he was also surprised, "How come there are memories in such soul fragments with no sanity..." That's right, the soul aggregation dropped by the dementor There are memory fragments in everything, not to mention these fragments of dead souls?

He rummaged through his mind, throwing some useless fragments of memories and emotions onto the wall of his sighs to serve as bricks, but what was left was enough to make his eyes shine.

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the gloomy woods with new eyes, and murmured to himself: "This is simply a living library..."

Fox's eyes rolled and he and Tom grinned: Great.