[HP] Comparative

Later, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Tom has been here many times and knows every detail well.Being left alone in the house didn't make him wary, but he still held his yew wand.

It was no longer trembling, but there was still a faint warmth in his hand, which stubbornly reminded him of what happened just now.

The statement in the book on the Yvermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is true: when two people's wand cores are of the same substance, they can multiply the power of a spell when they fight an enemy together.There were too many spiders, and he originally planned to stop them first; but adding Harry's Stunning Spell, it made all the spiders that didn't escape in time faint or even die, far exceeding the effect of a single spell.

Tom has to admit it's amazing.If he believes that his magic will be strong enough to rule the world, he and Harry can easily overthrow the world together.

The prospect sounds good, but unfortunately, while this hypothesis is logical in terms of strength, it is difficult for the premise of the two to join forces.

See, they're both underage now, with traces on their wands, and neither of them can do anything too outrageous; not to mention that the spells cast by the wand can be detected, and he doesn't want to be exposed before the Ministry of Magic has nothing to do with him themselves; besides, they were still in school, and Dumbledore was by no means a headmaster to be taken lightly.

Yes, all of the above can be solved with time; but there is one last point, and the most important point——

Harry didn't necessarily agree with Tom's idea of ​​wizards ruling the world and eliminating all Muggles.To put it less mildly, this is sure to spark a backlash from Harry.

Imperius Curse?Modify memory?Lock it up forcibly?

Several options flashed through Tom's mind at once, and then he suspected that none of them would last.Although the boy who was a year younger than him seemed credulous and silly, he was extremely determined.With Harry's current indomitable behavior, he had reason to believe that even if he could kill all the people who supported Harry, it would probably only prompt Harry to confront him instead of submitting.

It is completely meaningless to injure his own weapon unexpectedly, Tom quickly came to a judgment.All things considered, having to rely on another human being was never his preferred way of doing things.And, from what he knew of Harry, they were bound to be enemies.

Ha, that just makes the whole thing look even more ridiculous.

The remaining excitement receded like a tide, leaving only a cold blank indifference.Tom went to the window and stared out at the dark night sky.They walked too fast just now, and they didn't have time to clean up the nest of spiders; if things went smoothly, he might be able to throw them into the secret room before dawn...

There was a slight creak, and the door opened and closed again.Tom knew it was Little Crouch, and the other party insisted on sending Harry back to Gryffindor Tower himself.Between a professor and a student who almost had an accident, the move was understandable, but it took longer than he had expected.

"Are you feeling better now, Tom?"

Tom could hear the man's relieved tone. The other party probably didn't have absolute confidence in whether he would stay or not. "It's just some acromantula." He answered casually, while thinking about how to deal with the inevitable questions that would follow.

"That's good." Little Crouch said with satisfaction.He originally planned to sit down, but after thinking about it, he moved closer to the window, keeping a suitable talking distance with the tall boy. "Today's incident," he said, becoming serious, "I think you need to give me an explanation."

Tom knew this was going to happen when Harry brought up Hagrid's troubles.The actual combat course was indeed what he asked Crouch Jr., and the other party agreed without asking anything.As for now...

He turned around and calmly met the man's gaze. "I guess you may have an answer, sir."

That was a bit over the line, but Crouch Jr. just puckered his lips at Tom. "I have told you countless times that there is no need to call me Mr. in private." He was a little dissatisfied, but continued: "I'm not sure if my guess is right. I just remembered a Hogwart with a long history It is a legend. So far, no one has been able to verify it."

Tom didn't say anything, he could tell the man hadn't finished.

Little Crouch casually brushed off his robe sleeves and became a little more serious. "More than 1000 years ago, in order to prevent wizards from being persecuted by Muggles who feared magic, four wizards founded this magic school. At the beginning, they lived in peace; it didn't take long for Slytherin to be born with the other three. He believed that Hogwarts should be more picky in admissions, only accepting children from purely magical families, and that Muggle blood was unreliable.

"Gryffindor had a big fight with him about it, which directly caused Slytherin to leave the school. But it is rumored that before Slytherin left, he built a secret room in the school. He kept some kind of Horrible monsters, only the heirs of Slytherin can control them. Only his heirs can open the Chamber of Secrets. When his heirs come to the school, the monsters will be released and cleanse all those who are not worthy of learning magic.

"I guess you must have heard of the legend, Tom?" Crouch Jr. ended with this determined question.

Indeed, in his first year at school he knew...

Tom nodded slightly, calmly. "Then you must know that many principals have searched for secret rooms in the school, but they all returned without success."

"This is one of the reasons why I'm not sure. They are all outstanding wizards, and it's not easy to hide from their eyes." Little Crouch admitted frankly, taking a small half step towards Tom, his eyes were tainted. A little eager. "But do you know—and I'm sure you do—that a lot of people are talking about you being a Parseltongue, and that you're the fabled heir."

This time Tom didn't nod again.In fact, no one knows better than him, but...

"I guess what you mean is that the Heir has the same ability to talk to snakes as Slytherin; only Parseltongue can open the Chamber of Secrets, so they can't find it," he said declaratively, still calm. "As for the part about myself, I must say that those people have no solid evidence in their hands."

Little Crouch stared at the boy who was already taller than him without blinking, and frowned even more upon hearing this. "Are you denying it?" He asked in disbelief, almost annoyed, "Or, you just don't believe me and suspect that I'm tricking you?"

There was a suffocating silence.

Tom stood motionless, carefully observing the opponent's body movements, inferring why the man wanted a showdown.

Of course, they have discussed black magic many times, but those can be labeled as academic exchanges; the other party has also provided help many times, never leaked it to the outside world, and even took the initiative to sign up for Harry's competition——His answer shocked The man was sure that it was Harry who was eavesdropping outside the classroom, so he wanted to give Harry a hard time.

If you have to comment, Little Crouch's attitude towards him can be described as attentive, far beyond liking; but the other party is a professor after all, and he is also the son of a minister...

Seeing this, the straw-haired man sighed in frustration. "Although caution is an excellent quality, you are too vigilant, Tom." He was extremely helpless, "In this case..." As he said, he reached for his cuff.

Although he knew the probability was unlikely, Tom still grasped his wand reflexively.Two seconds later, he saw clearly what the other party had brought out——

It was a dark wooden box, and there were frequent scratching sounds, as if the things inside were crazily trying to get out.

Crouch Jr. put it on the table between them and pushed it in Tom's direction.Tom stared at the slightly vibrating lock on the box, then looked up at the man.After reading the meaning of wanting a reason, the man sighed heavily again. "After sending Potter back, I went to the Forbidden Forest again."

The meaning of this statement could not be more obvious.Little Crouch returned to the Forbidden Forest, cleaned up the mess, and caught all the acromantulas.Could explain why Tom felt he was taking too much time earlier, and also hint at his belief that the monster in the Chamber of Secrets is a basilisk.Generally speaking, ordinary people will definitely hide as far as they get this answer, and the act of actively collecting food from the basilisk is no different from surrendering...

"You say those things are rumors, but I don't think they are groundless, Tom." Crouch Jr. added, "Because there are too many accidents."

Too many chances can only be called inevitable, and both of them know it well.Tom looked away and looked at the wooden box again. "For example?" He thought quickly, but his voice was very soft.

Little Crouch immediately raised a palm. "You can speak snake language. You want to go to the Forbidden Forest. There are giant arachnids in the forest. They were scared to move because they sensed the presence of the basilisk. It started last semester..." Picking up a finger, he didn't let it go until he clenched into a fist, "Stop denying it, Tom. You're a prefect, which means you've been wandering around the castle in the dead of night, justifiably, since last semester. You found The entrance to the Chamber of Secrets awakens the Basilisk, and the Forbidden Forest is its best source of food. This is probably why you don't want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament: Being the center of attention will only increase your chances of being discovered and prevent you from implementing your own. plan."

Tom just smiled and asked at the end of the sentence: "What do you think I have planned?"

It was only at this point that the deliberately pretended respectful tone was replaced, not to mention the panic and fear. This calmness is simply admirable.Little Crouch stared deeply at the 16-year-old boy in front of him, and replied: "Do the legendary thing - open the secret room, release the basilisk, clear the school of Muggle-born students, so as to prove that you are Heir of Slytherin."

Tom was silent for a moment. "You don't sound like you agree." He should have been furious, but the plain concern in the other person's voice caught his attention.

"Just a small part," admitted Crouch Jr., more worried, "I must remind you that no one knows my father's temperament better than I—

"As long as I can remember, he has only one goal, to be the Minister of Magic. Everything has to serve his ideals, and no mistakes can be made. In order to get promoted faster, he rarely comes back. There are only mother and me at home. My mother is too weak to go against his wishes. He asked me the same way: study hard, find a decent job after graduation, and never embarrass him.”

Having said that, a disgusted sneer appeared on Little Crouch's face. "Later, he finally got his wish, and my mother also died of illness during his long-term neglect. He was not sad at all, but was anxious to find me a suitable marriage..." His pale complexion became more and more gloomy, The stern light in his eyes flashed away, "I blew up the reception room at home and didn't let him get what he wanted. That was the first time I resisted him, but it definitely won't be the last time."

Before today, Tom had no idea that old Crouch was such a person. "You mean..." He frowned, vaguely guessing the words behind.

"I mean," said Crouch Jr. immediately, "he will never tolerate anything that might affect his career. What if something nasty happens at Hogwarts—a student dies, or something like that Anything else - he's going to take the toughest possible action. I guess he'll at least close the school indefinitely until the truth comes out."

This conclusion prolongs the silence in the office infinitely.

"Closing the school indefinitely?" After a long time, Tom whispered, "I definitely don't want to..."

Crouch Jr. gave him a comprehending look. "I just thought you might not want to—we'd both rather be at school during the holidays," he said, with renewed eagerness, "you're the most talented wizard I've ever met, you're destined to Will be as successful as anyone else. I'm personally [-] percent sure you're the heir of Slytherin, but having a basilisk kill someone isn't the best way to prove it - at least not yet."

Tom considered the stakes and looked back appraisingly.He still doesn't have a confirmed candidate, nor does he have a safe implementation method that doesn't involve himself... "It sounds like you want to give me a more feasible suggestion."

Hearing the hidden looseness in the tone, Crouch Jr. smiled joyfully for the first time since the conversation began. "That's not even a suggestion. I just think we're on the same page." He reassured with all his sincerity, bending deeply, "Trust me and let me help you."

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