Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

"The unicorn is a very beautiful and kind-hearted creature. It is said that if you kill such a creature, you will be cursed."

In the Forbidden Forest, Tom and Qiu Zhang were in a group. Tom held a hurricane lantern and walked slowly through the forest.

Qiu Zhang introduced him to unicorns.

"Our group has been studying transfiguration recently, and I have read a lot of books about animals." Qiu Zhang said, "Oh my God, their blood is everywhere. It's so pitiful..."

Tom is relatively familiar with Qiu Zhang because of his relationship with the Hero group. In his perception, Qiu Zhang is a very "girly" girl - which is completely different from Hermione - but surprisingly not annoying.

She loves pretty things, is compassionate, and is also very smart.

"This is for you." Qiu Zhang took out a bottle of potion and handed it to Tom.

"What's this?"

"Werewolf potion." Qiu Zhang said, "They say there are werewolves in the Forbidden Forest. If we encounter them, we will use this. Maybe it will be safer to become one of their kind."

"This potion will turn us into werewolves?" Tom was a little surprised.

"No, it can harmlessly and temporarily transform a person into a wolf. Although what we want to make is a potion that can allow people to transform into an animal anytime, anywhere, but that is too difficult. Professor Murphy said that we need to We need a deeper understanding of Animagus potions."

"temporary?"

"Yes, the wolf-changing potion can only last for ten minutes at a time. This bottle can be used about twice." Qiu Zhang reminded.

Tom doubted that it would be useful if he encountered a werewolf, but he put the potion away anyway.

The ancient trees in the Forbidden Forest seemed to have grown for a thousand years. They were unbelievably tall. The deeper they went, the more so they became. The entangled tree roots protruded from the ground like low walls. Tom felt like he was It's like doing an obstacle course.

However, the blood on the ground was getting denser and denser, which seemed to indicate that they were getting closer to their target.

Suddenly, Qiu Zhang screamed in surprise and covered his mouth, "There, is that..."

A beautiful creature fell to the ground in the distance, its skin as white as pearls or moonlight.

It was dead, and silvery blood covered the ground beside it.

They were about to fire off sparks to tell Hagrid them, when suddenly, there was a shaking in the bushes nearby, and something shrouded in darkness came out, flying across the ground like some kind of huge bat, and it pounced on the lone bird. on the horned beast and began to drink its blood.

"It, it's... drinking..." Qiu Zhang whispered in horror.

"Let's go quickly." Tom grabbed Qiu Zhang and was about to leave, but a dead branch under his feet was stepped on and broke, making a soft snap.

The hooded figure suddenly turned his head and looked at the two people.

For a moment, Tom had a very strange feeling, as if he was looking at the two of them through the other's eyes.

He could even feel the cold murderous intent filling the other person's mind.

"run!"

They turned around and ran, but at this moment, with the rapid sound of horse hooves, a centaur and half-horse creature suddenly rushed out. It first shot an arrow at the black figure, but the latter dodged it, and then raised its head. He raised his hooves and protected the two little wizards behind him.

The figure hesitated for a moment, then slipped into the trees like a ghost and disappeared.

"You'd better go back to Hagrid," the centaur said.

"Thank you," Qiu Zhang said after recovering from his shock, "Do you know what that is? It was just... drinking..."

"Yes, he is drinking the blood of unicorns." The young centaur said, "That is a very evil behavior, vicious and cruel. In order to keep himself alive, he will do anything..."

"The book says that the blood of unicorns is cursed and will make life worse than death..." Qiu Zhang said, "How could anyone drink such a thing?"

"That's right," the centaur said, "The blood of a unicorn can extend your life, even if you are dying, but it can only delay your life. Only people who have nothing and want everything will commit this crime. Commit such a heinous crime."

"Perhaps he just wanted to delay it for a while through the unicorn's blood so that he could drink something else...something that would fully restore one's energy and spells...something that would make one immortal."

"You mean...the elixir of life? The person who has nothing but wants everything...what do you mean?" Tom felt that there seemed to be something in the other person's words.

"You should have heard of that name. Besides him, who else has been waiting silently for so many years, eager to make a comeback? Who else is clinging to life, waiting for the opportunity?"

Tom was startled, and a thought flashed through his mind, "That person, you said that was Voldemort?!"

If that guy just now was Voldemort, what happened to the notes?

Two Voldemorts?

Which one is true?

Harry said that someone was indeed trying to get the Philosopher's Stone.

Tom once felt that although Harry guessed the result correctly, he guessed the process wrong. Because of his prejudice, he always thought that Voldemort's subordinate was Snape, but in fact that person should be him.

Sometimes Tom even thinks that the Gringotts robbery might have been committed by himself before he lost his memory.

But what if Harry's guess is not completely groundless? What if I really had never robbed Gringotts?

So who robbed Gringotts? Besides myself, who else is thinking about the Philosopher's Stone?

Are there any other helpers for taking notes?

Or maybe the note claims to be Voldemort, but is it really?

He had previously thought that Voldemort turned into a note after being defeated by Harry.

Now it seems that is not the case?

In an instant, Tom made a decision.

He'd have to ask the guy.

He handed the lantern to Qiu Zhang and said, "Qiu, send the signal and ask Hagrid to come over."

After speaking, he looked at the centaur and said, "Can you protect her?"

"Boy, what are you going to do?"

Tom didn't answer. He rushed out directly. There was still some strange feeling in his mind, as if he knew which way the other party was going to escape.

"Danger, boy!" The centaur wanted to block Tom's way, but the latter suddenly had a puff of black smoke around him, and his body suddenly accelerated, bypassing him, and soon got into the bushes, out of sight.

Tom is very fast.

The flying spell rewarded by the note requires the caster's magic level to be too high. It is difficult for him to use it to really fly. However, if he uses the black mist to lift himself up and make his body lighter, it can speed up greatly. Running speed.

Tom passed through many trees and roots, like a hound stalking its prey, and what guided him was the strange feeling in his mind.

Soon, he felt that he was getting closer, and the other party seemed to stop.

When he rushed out from behind a big tree, a spell was suddenly fired from the opposite side, "Quickly imprison him!"

He suddenly slid to one side, and a rope knotted several branches at his original position, and the knot was tight.

"Wait a minute," Tom began, "are you Voldemort?"

The other party looked at him, and suddenly a voice came from behind the hood, "That magic...who taught you that?"

"What?" Tom didn't understand.

"Flying spell." The figure made a hoarse and unpleasant voice, "That's the spell I invented. Who taught it to you?"

"So, you are really Voldemort." Tom said.

The flying spell was a spell he got from his notes, and he couldn't find any record of this spell in the library, but the records he found about Voldemort mentioned that the other party could fly.

So the flying spell should be Voldemort's own magic.

The other party was silent for a while without denying, "Who are you, boy?"

"I...I might be Lucas Tom Blethson..." Tom said, taking out his notebook.

After Harry might have seen the note earlier, Tom took the note with him again.

"Do you recognize this?" he asked.

The figure was obviously surprised, "Where did that diary come from?! Who are you?! Are you from the Malfoy family?"

journal? Tom was sure now that the other party must be related to the diary.

"I may have another name," Tom said, with a bitter and strange look on his face. "You may also be familiar with this name."

"My name is Tom, Tom of Tom Riddle."