[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Chapter 161 The Dark Lord’s Big Plan

The crow was preening his feathers impatiently in his room. Tom pushed the door open and came in. He picked up the bath towel and wrapped it in a familiar manner. He held it in his arms and wiped the moisture from its feathers.

"Bold," said the crow, but lay contentedly in Tom's arms without moving.

"Did you go buy a newspaper?" Tom asked as he stroked it.

The crow moved its head, looked at him with its red eyes, and asked in a mocking tone: "Do you really think you bought it?"

Tom shrugged—an action that made the crow on him uncomfortable, so it gave his arm a gentle slap with its wing.

"I can't tell you," Crow said, "it's related to Lord's big plan——"

"Then I guess it has something to do with Mad-Eye Moody."

"Why are you -" the crow straightened up and took two steps on his lap - "It hurts, it hurts! Get up!" Tom immediately yelled and picked up the evil-minded bird, and then saw what was on his lap. Clear red paw prints immediately appeared.

Yes, maybe it will turn green after a while.

He put the crow on the table angrily and continued: "Is it difficult to guess? That's the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!" he emphasized.

"So what's the plan?" Tom asked.

"He doesn't like children with too many questions," the crow replied.

The crow said "he".

"Okay, let me tell a story. The outline of the story is this," Tom cleared his throat, "I divided the known information into two groups: The first group is that the Dark Lord is known to be dissatisfied with his current body. Satisfied, and he mentioned before that the similarity to the wizarding world is very dangerous. In the second group, his two enemies, Dumbledore and Harry Potter were both in Hogwarts, and he sent Mad-Eye Moody Already infiltrated Hogwarts."

"How are these two sets of information related?" Tom raised a finger. "The first step is that the Dark Lord wants to change his body, and I, who has a certain similarity with him, may be an alternative." Tom raised a finger. He raised his second finger and said, "The second step is that Mad-Eye Moody is a famous Auror. He can use the excuse to find some clues about the missing students, and then come to follow them, and then logically and aboveboardly take 'me'—— That is, the Dark Lord who has changed his body is brought back to Hogwarts." Tom raised his third finger, "The third step is Tom Locke, an underage student who is a Hogwarts student and a friend of Harry Potter. , naturally he will not be as guarded as he is, as long as he gets through the initial suspicion and interrogation -" Tom clenched his hands into fists, "Wow, backstab, done."

"What do you think of this story?" he asked.

The crow tilted his head and laughed after listening.

"Sounds great, my little boy," Crow commented, "You have a talent for evil."

"That doesn't really sound like a compliment," said Tom. "So now you know I have a good reason for asking, right?"

"But what good reason do I have to answer you?" Crow raised his head and asked with a half-smile.

Tom dragged a chair over and sat down, resting his chin on the table. His black curly hair hung on both sides of his face, and his foggy blue eyes looked at the giant crow eagerly from bottom to top. .seven

"Please~" he begged in a sweet tone, just like he used to say when he coaxed Jiujiu to take a bath or coaxed Jiujiu to take some bird supplement.

The crow raised its paw and kicked him on the forehead unceremoniously, but the force was controlled very lightly.

"Stop thinking, boy," it said. "The Dark Lord is tired of using other people's bodies - all so weak and uncontrollable. He still has to plan for his future immortality. What do you think of your body? , is it that precious?”

"Is it success in cultivation? Or is it the hope of eternal life?"

"Confidence is a good thing, boy. But if you are too confident, it will make people laugh." Crow said lightly, "You are just the last option when you have no choice."

"So, boy, you better pray for his big plans."

"What about you?" Tom asked abruptly, "Will you also pray for his big plan?"

The crow's dark red eyes stared at him momentarily.

"What nonsense are you talking about," Crow said coldly, "I am also a Dark Lord."

"Backup...Dark Lord?" Tom asked with a smile, as if he didn't notice the change in the atmosphere.

There are no two days in the sky, and there are no two masters in the country. If you are the king, then you are the king. What is the backup? It sounds like they are all the same, but are there really no differences?

The crow's beak pecked Tom's fingers on the edge of the table hard, and Tom pulled them back with a whoosh.

The crow missed the peck, but had no intention of chasing after him. He just spread his wings and said with a sneer: "When it comes to sowing dissension with knowledge, what do academic kids like you know? You can only make people laugh at you."

"Yes, yes," Tom saw that it wasn't really angry - that's right, such a shallow little thought is nothing among the dark wizards. If he didn't have any scheming at all, he would just be a pure fool. , maybe it would make his teacher laugh. "I don't have much knowledge. There is no new spell like this in the Muggle world. It's also the first time I've seen it in the magical world -"

He leaned back on the table, blinked his foggy blue eyes, and asked with interest: "What does it feel like to have another self? Can you also feel what he does? Is it that he has multiple perspectives at the same time?" Or is it the same feeling as looking in the mirror? Is it similar to the feeling of seeing your past self when using a time turner?"

"We are relatively independent individuals." Crow said, "If we don't cut off certain connections, the fate of death will follow us at any time; but we can't cut off the connection completely, so that we can't inherit the fate of the former - It is a very complex ancient black magic, and the conditions for its execution seem very simple, but very few people succeed."

"You must have a deep understanding of black magic to master the scale," the crow said thoughtfully, "Even for me, there was an element of luck when I succeeded for the first time." There was a smile on the bird's face that could be called A horrifying smile, "Maybe it's the Slytherin blood that is secretly protecting me." It said in a mocking tone.

"But obviously there's something wrong with it, so that Riddle has to suck the soul energy of living people, otherwise he has to act like his Muggle diary - and honestly, he's pissed off about it. ——I had a really bad temper when I was young."

You have a bad temper now! Tom complained in his mind.

"Okay, boy, stop asking about the Dark Lord's secrets." The crow waved its wings and began to chase people away. "You will know when it's time for you to know. Now, get out!"

Tom stood up, said goodbye to the crow, and then kicked out.

After coming for a while, he recklessly opened the door again and reported breathlessly: "I'm sorry! I forgot to take away the newspaper-" His words stopped abruptly.

The black-eyed crow in the room was jumping around on the table in confusion. When he saw his master, he tilted his head slightly and called out "Ammmm".

"Tweet..." Tom murmured, and the suspicion in his heart fell to the ground.

Upon hearing his name, the crow spread its wings and called out "Ammmm" in response.

"Be good." Tom smiled at his magic pet, then backed out without hesitation and closed the door again.