pertwk Chapter 156 [Catching Insects] Herding Huskies
Chapter 156 [Catching Insects] Herding Huskies
"It sounds like you had a very deep impression of Professor Slughorn when you were a student." Tom said, anxiously trying to wave his hands to lighten the black fog around him, so as not to make himself the most conspicuous among this group of migrating monsters. Which one, the result can only make Kurogane so nervous that he explodes more golden-red sparks.
"I would like to respect him as my life mentor to a certain extent." The Dark Lord in the stroller replied, "As a poor student with limited vision and knowledge, he has helped me in many ways...I even seriously considered it. I wanted to become a professor at Hogwarts like him, and make teaching and educating people my lifelong career... Even though I was rejected by Professor Dippet when I just graduated, and even though Dumbledore later took control of that school, I still moved forward. I asked for a second request..."
"Ah, I was so young at that time. I was even willing to entrust myself and my talents to Dumbledore, and I was willing to bow my head and obey his command, as long as he would nod and give me a chance... Unfortunately, I was still rejected."
"What a pity." The Dark Lord said sadly.
Yes, since then Dumbledore has never recruited any Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who can teach for a full year. Tom thought. Is this the revenge of the Dark Lord whose pride has been damaged? If I don’t deserve it, then no one else does? Why did Dumbledore have the nerve to recruit a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who can't defend himself against the Eliminator's Dark Arts Curse?
"Of course, of course, later Quirinas made up for my small shortcomings and made me realize that it still takes a certain amount of talent to endure a group of idiots with a noise aggregate content of up to 99% for a long time. Well, unfortunately, I There is indeed a lack of talent in this area." The Dark Lord said frankly, and also praised Tom: "But I still have some patience for a man like you."
"Thank you for the compliment, Lord." Tom said perfunctorily in a sincere tone, waving away the black mist in front of his eyes - although these black mist were his magic tentacles and would only give him a clearer perception, he was still not used to it. The feeling of seeing with the naked eye through black gauze.
"Then do you have time to give me some advice on how to hide these belongings?" Tom said, glancing at Wormtail, who was covered in sweat, "so that Mr. Peter can take a moment." Save your magic to cast the Confusion Spell."
"Use your brain, my dear student." The Dark Lord said lazily, "That is your magic power, and it should be controlled by you as you wish."
"But I can't control it now—"
"Why?" The Dark Lord guided him patiently.
"I don't know what spells to use to control them to achieve the effect I want," Tom said hesitantly. "In principle, they should be driven like a herd of docile sheep, but... I am more like running around in a hurry. Too weak to drive a bunch of huskies away.”
"You know what a husky is, right?"
"The Dark Lord knows everything."
This sentence is strange to use here. Tom thought, but he had the good sense not to say it.
"Then do you think that in the long past, before suitable spells were invented, how did wizards use magic to achieve the effects they wanted?"
"...Convey the needs to the magic, and then let them develop freely?" Tom asked tentatively.
"That's the fucking evil god style!" The Dark Lord waved his wand fiercely through the mosquito net of the stroller. At the same time, Tom felt a pain in his forehead, as if someone had hit his forehead hard with a pointer.
"Only the Chaos Evil God who does whatever he wants and doesn't care what the final result is will like the 'freedom to play' thing!" The Dark Lord said breathlessly, "Think about it with your brain! If you are about to starve to death now, but what is on hand? There is only a piece of rye bread that even wild dogs will not eat. You want to use your magic power to make the rye bread in front of you taste better. As a result, your magic power is freely used and your taste is permanently changed. From now on, you can only You think brown bread is delicious—are you happy with this kind of freedom?"
"The Monkey's Paw," said Tom.
"Wha - forget it." The Dark Lord, who had said a long series of words, grabbed his bottle to replenish his [physical] strength, and then continued: "I have already told you, it is the wizard who drives the magic. You want Spread your will firmly to every bit of your magic power, and they will function within your limited range. The so-called spell is actually a simplified will to communicate, just like you have trained your dog. As long as By making a simple gesture, it can immediately understand all the complex meanings behind the gesture, but before you teach it, you have to communicate patiently, establish your majesty, and cover it with your will... This is A truth."
"So now I just want to pass on my thoughts to my magic power repeatedly?" Tom asked hesitantly, "But this requires many experiments. It is basically impossible for me to succeed in the first time. So in the beginning, they What should I do if there is a problem with my performance?”
If Principal Dumbledore was here, there would be no need for Tom to ask this question. But since we are facing the Dark Lord now... should we still expect the Dark Wizard to be proactive in helping others?
"Being with me, do you have anything else to worry about?" the Dark Lord asked, holding the bottle.
"No," Tom smiled at the Dark Lord, "Thank you, Professor."
The Dark Lord snorted slightly but did not dispute the title.
Tom didn't know which house the Dark Lord was interested in, so he just followed it blindly, focusing mainly on conveying his thoughts to the black mist. "Transmitting ideas" may be an instinctive behavior for ordinary people, and it would be difficult to concentrate on doing it deliberately, but it is not a problem for Tom, who can control his memory and thoughts to a certain extent.
"Be hidden...become hidden..." He had just turned the relevant thoughts into balls in his mind and threw them into the black fog outside. The magic power released was as cheerful as a dog playing a frisbee game with its owner. They all came together as affectionately as dogs, and it seemed even more intense.
Tom: "..."
Tom had no choice but to throw out more thoughts of hoping they would be hidden.
Several strands of black energy rushed to grab it, and then some divided themselves into thin and long pieces, fluttering behind them in the wind; some tried to expand their size and become thinner; others did not know where they came from. What I learned, turned myself into a wide "kite", connected by a trace of black air, floating high in the sky...
Is it more conspicuous?
Isn't that kite really flying a beacon? !
Could it be that my thoughts also contain the subconscious desire to report a message to Dumbledore? !
"Idiot!!!" The Dark Lord's invisible pointer struck again, "If you are damn determined to follow the Chaos Evil God style, take them all into your body immediately and let us see what new species you can randomly transform into. Isn’t it a good magical creature?” 7K妏婩
"Wait! Wait!" Tom said quickly, "I'm doing an experiment to see how to be more concealed!"
The Dark Lord glared at him grimly.
Tom made a serious face and was just about to attack them when he sensed the proud mood of "begging for praise" coming back from those black mists that had successfully changed their forms.
Tom: "..."
Damn it, I can’t get my emotions brewing anymore.
================The dividing line of Hogwarts====================
"As an outstanding student representative of our school, Mr. Tom Locke has been assigned to study abroad."
Principal Dumbledore solemnly announced the whereabouts of the long-missing Tom at the banquet of the new school year.
Well, Headmaster Dumbledore never lies.
He just embellished the truth.