[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom walked crookedly to the door of the cabin. His body still felt heavy and tired, making him uncomfortable, as if his soul had been forced into a small and fragile glass bottle, and the soul was floating. There was a vague feeling of missing the relief of leaving the body just now - but it was clearly his own body.

If there is any difference, it is that his magic power is no longer cumbersome and bulky around him. They can easily shuttle back and forth between the body and the soul body, like a group of sheepdogs running freely on the grass - that is It feels very strange. On the one hand, I can feel that the magic power impregnates the soul body, causing the soul body to undergo certain changes very slowly - and this change is still suppressed under the robe of knowledge. On the other hand, thanks to the The magic power shuttles between the two, allowing his soul to stay in his body just barely.

The Resurrection Stone remained silent in front of the magic forces who came over from time to time to take a bite of it (still unable to take a bite). It also did not take the initiative to absorb the subtle dead energy that had accumulated. It just fell heavily into the belly of the soul body and could not come out. , did not move, only announcing his existence with a subtle but ever-present foreign body feeling.

Tom reached out and groped around his stomach, but he still hadn't mastered how to take out the Resurrection Stone through flesh and blood through the soul body, so he had to give up after a rough groping.

He leaned on the door frame and sighed melancholy, wondering whether he should return to the Dark Lord - what would he say then? "I'm sorry, teacher, I seem to have eaten the other one." 7K妏婩

Are you polite?

It would be strange if the Dark Lord didn't fall out!

What's more...

Tom sighed for the second time and said to the nailed snake dangling on the door: "Tell me, did he guess that I would sneak over here?"

Before he was resurrected, with only two minions under his command, he braved Dumbledore's anger and snatched a child who was very similar to him. He carefully guided and infiltrated him in black magic and thinking, and then selected all the strongholds. Near Little Hanlington, tell him that he has a mysterious big plan, and then drive him with the unabashed panic of "Tom Locke is a backup plan"...

Isn't this really some kind of possession plan by the Dark Lord - or a home delivery version?

Maybe every time he went out for a stroll, several Dark Lords at home were secretly betting on when he would be unable to restrain himself and come to inquire about the Dark Lord's plan - and it turned out that this kind of inquiry was part of the Dark Lord's plan?

Tom looked over the memory of dealing with the Dark Lord over and over again, but he couldn't figure out whether this was part of the Dark Lord's plan. So he wasn't sure whether he wanted to go back now.

It would be best if the Dark Lord didn't notice something was wrong. Unfortunately it's unlikely. Unless he can solve the problem of the mismatch between his soul and his physical body within a few hours, he also needs to come up with an idea to explain how he suddenly gained control of his magic power...

If the Dark Lord can detect abnormalities...should he appear as Tom Locke or Tom Riddle in front of the Dark Lord?

What if you don't go back? As the backup Dark Lord, he didn't want to go back and listen to his other self, so he decided to open up a world on his own. It should be reasonable, right?

Alas, Tom distractedly fiddled with the small dots on the knowledge robe that represented the Dark Lord. The memory magic allowed him to quickly find the answer he wanted - damn, the Dark Lord's sphere of influence was not as he had imagined. That was limited to the UK. Although his tentacles hadn't penetrated very deeply, they had spread to various European countries. He didn't know how many of them had been cleared up now... But he couldn't risk the safety of his family. If he escapes, no matter whether the Dark Lord assumes that he is Locke or Riddle, it will not prevent him from testing his family...

The safest way is for him to go into danger alone and face the Dark Lord... How safe is this! Tom cursed a few times angrily and then managed to calm down: Thinking on the bright side, at least the Dark Lord wouldn't believe that he could kill the Dark Lord's ghost... right?

Tom thought uncertainly, then looked at the sky, and found that it was not too early, so he reluctantly walked out of the forest hut, planning to walk through the dark woods and call the ewe to take him back.

But as soon as he stepped on the muddy ground of the dark forest, he felt the corners of the knowledge robe fluttering, and several nodes on it - of course the contributions of the previous Gaunt ancestors - lit up with white light, and then he The magic power in the body was roughly sucked and stuffed into the Resurrection Stone. While the Resurrection Stone swallowed a large amount of magic power, it lazily emitted a dark light.

This burst of black light directly passed through Tom's body and swept through the entire dark forest. Wherever the black light passed, countless pale faces were wailing and forcibly pulled out of the tree trunks, then pulled and rubbed, and stuffed into the resurrection stones with the help of magic channels. After a moment, the Resurrection Stone vibrated and spit out a large number of knowledge nodes onto the knowledge robe, making the illusive and incomplete colorful robe look a little more solid.

Tom's mind reached over and looked through it. Good guy, this is a complete book of black magic!

Okay, Tom sighed with a headache as he looked at the forest where the dark breath had gone at least halfway. It can’t be dealt with anyway, so I won’t think about it.

He walked out of the woods with a broken jar and whistled. After a while, the ewe carrying the lamb stood on the hillside and looked at him quietly.

"Thank you for your hard work," Tom said, grabbing the wool and struggling to climb up the ewe's back, "please take me back."

The lamb happily rushed into his arms, tilted its head and blinked at him, waiting for him to release the mist to play with it.

"..." Tom pinched its immature lamb's horns and felt much better. He released his magic power to let them freely call their friends and pet the sheep, and combed the lamb until it was smooth and smooth.

The ewe understood what he meant very well, and stopped some distance away from the stronghold. He jumped down, thanked the ewe again for his help and gave the lamb a good rub - giving all the magic power to the lamb along the way. The sheep's smooth wool was ruffled again, and then it walked back slowly.