My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 273 Stew Tom in Iron Pot

"what?"

"Didn't you hear clearly?" Flitwick lifted Ludwig who was kneeling on the ground, and patted the dirt off his body with his small hands, "You have passed, Mr. Kant."

"I didn't—"

"No." Looking at Ludwig who was sweating profusely on his forehead, Flitwick pointed to his thigh with his wand, "heal quickly."

Ludwig's face eased from paleness, and Flitwick even helped him repair the holes in his clothes, so as not to embarrass him too much. After doing all this, Flitwick said with a smile, "I said Yes, as long as you meet one of the three standards, you will pass the test."

"But I didn't beat you."

"You didn't lose to me either."

Flitwick patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him, "You have fulfilled the conditions required in my rules, go quickly, you see, Tom has reached his second level."

"Huh?" When Ludwig was about to say something, Flitwick pushed him behind, and he stumbled towards the exit of the duel challenge.

In the auditorium, Hagrid didn't know when he touched the back of Beauxbaton's seat. He tried his best to shrink himself up, but his big man gave him away in a few seconds.

The two boys sitting in the back row of Beauxbaton laughed and made room for him, and pushed him next to the equally tall girl.

"Hello, Olim..." Hagrid greeted timidly like a kitten that has made a mistake.

"Watch the game, Hagrid," the tall girl was the future Mrs. Maxim, she repeated with a stern face, "watch the game."

"Where's our warrior?" A Beauxbaton girl stared at the calm water of the Black Lake and said with some concern, "Durmstrang's guy has passed his first test..."

"Wouldn't you drown?" Another girl speculated with a bit of malice, "I've already said that Sagan's fancy magic is useless, and taking her out to be selected is just an embarrassment."

Her words were ugly, but the surrounding students did not refute, only another group of Beauxbaton students a little further away cast dissatisfied eyes.

"Zoe...speak less..." the girl beside her advised.

"Why don't you say less?!" Zoe burst out with strong dissatisfaction. She is the student with the best grades among Beauxbatons' students who came this time, and she is also one of the people who are most likely to become a warrior.

"Fish will not be drowned." Margaret's younger brother said in a low voice in the corner, "and...she is the chosen warrior of the Goblet of Fire!"

"Come on, Margaret's younger brother," Zoe mocked, "Look at her, pretending—"

"I'm not Margaret's brother!" Margaret's brother was impatient, and he shouted, "My name is Gene! Call me Gene!"

"Okay, Margaret's brother," Zooey's tone suddenly softened, "Then please tell me, where did Jean's sister go?"

"she……"

"Concentrate on watching the game."

The team teacher on the side finally spoke out and stopped the dispute that had attracted many eyes. He shook his head, seeing the water curtain in front of him. Margaret was swimming so fast that the picture was blurred. But soon, an object shining with golden light in the water appeared in the picture in front of him. It looked like a key. It was rolled up by a thick tentacle and floated in the water like a bait.

"Oh! My God! It's unbelievable!"

The voice of the commentary suddenly became high-pitched, and the eyes of the audience were immediately attracted to him. They saw him standing on the commentary seat, dancing and shouting, "Riddle jumped directly into the cauldron. I admit that this speed is indeed fast enough!" Yes, but doesn't he need any protection? You know—”

The commentary seemed to be choked by the throat, and the voice stopped abruptly. I saw a puff of black smoke coming out of Tom's robe when it was about to fall to the ground. It paused in the air for a moment, and then landed safely. Sir Newton's throat.

Tom stood at the bottom of the cauldron, looking at the spiral staircase on the inner wall, frowning. His boots were half submerged in the purple liquid at the bottom of the cauldron, and the surrounding air was filled with a thin purple mist.Tom fanned some mist with his hands and smelled it. It didn't smell bad, but it smelled like violets, but his face slowly turned purple at a speed visible to the naked eye, obviously poisoned.

On the rostrum, Gaston Raymond, a potion master from France and editor-in-chief of "The Master of Practical Potions", was smiling and saying to the surrounding guests, "Don't worry, since I'm not there, I must have made a perfect plan to come Prevent this handsome young man from being poisoned to death by me."

"You can see that his face is purple." The guest on the side was dumbfounded. "It is obvious that he has been poisoned."

"Of course not," Gaston explained, "This is my new antidote research method, which can also be applied to disease treatment. Before the game started, I had already killed the active ingredients in the poison with alchemy." Dead, it's just a 'dead poison'."

"Death poison?"

"That's right, for example, what this young warrior is inhaling now is the tranquilizer made from hydrangeas, which is a kind of tranquility that has long since been eliminated—"

"I know, let's get to the point, tell me about your 'dead poison'!" The guests were all attracted by the owner of the level, and almost forgot about the game on the field.

"Okay, okay," Gaston waved his hand, "As we all know, this tranquilizer will cause you to faint after inhaling it three times. I just need to find the main ingredient in the potion that causes fainting and make it ineffective. You see, he's smoked a lot, and now he's just a little purple,"

"But what's the point of that? Making a poison that isn't poisonous?"

"You have to know that many potions and even diseases have no antidote," Gaston said meaningfully, "This method can provide us with an opportunity to develop an antidote. You must know that although it is not toxic, it will eventually It’s still the original poison, so what can remove it is naturally the antidote.”

"Well, in fact, everything you said can be solved with bezoar."

"This is the difference between us. The most important job of a potions scholar is to solve problems." Gaston looked at Tom in the water curtain and ended the topic with a smile.

In the cauldron, Tom was still standing at the bottom, and he seemed to notice nothing but a little stickiness under his feet.

His entire face was already purple like a peeled and steamed purple potato, standing at the bottom of the cauldron thinking about life.

The audience laughed cheerfully when they saw Tom's appearance. It was difficult for those who were familiar with him to connect this funny purple face with him who is usually burdened by idols.

"It seems that Riddle is stunned, he doesn't seem to know what happened." Even the commentator joked, "Don't tell me, this special skin color can only be controlled by people with good foundation. You see, even if his The face is purple and looks handsome too."

Amidst the laughter of the audience, the commentator talked about the interesting things when he was a Quidditch player: "We played a friendly match with Tibetan wizards, and they had a custom called 'Zhemian'. The wizard over there would paint his face red during the celebration. After the friendly match I went home with a red face and my little daughter who thought it might be a Squib was terrified when she saw me With a jump, magic power suddenly burst out..."

This kind of awakening of magic power due to extreme fear is not uncommon among wizards, but it is indeed a bit funny to be frightened by one's own father and show wizard talent.

Tom heard the commentary talking, raised his head and looked up.

"Wow, it seems that our small talk made Riddle realize his predicament," the commentator shrugged, and said, "I think the competition team should consider soundproofing the players..."

Tom raised his hand and touched his face expressionlessly. The level of the liquid under his feet was slowly rising, and the purple fog in the air was gradually thickening. His vision was greatly obstructed, and he could no longer see the cauldron. the inner wall.

He conjured up a simple mirror and took a look at his dark face. His expression was full of astonishment. Unlike the audience's imagination, his astonishment did not come from the checkpoints, but from the preparation before the game.

……

"Gnar, what is this? A needle? Injecting liquid into the body? Is this some kind of torture device?"

On the second day after Nelson invited Myrtle to be his dance partner, Tom, who accompanied him to the owl room to pick up the package, was holding the opened package and flipping through the top book. The colorful illustrations on the first few pages made his heart naturally It raised a natural human discomfort with sharp syringes.

The author of this book was Gaston Raymond. The unfamiliar French name made him a little confused, and the Muggle publishing house printed at the bottom of the cover made him even more confused about Nelson's purpose for buying the book.

"Who is this? A Muggle doctor? Why are you buying a book like this?"

"This is not just a Muggle doctor," Nelson shook his head, "This is one of the guests from France, but he only came once at the opening ceremony and did not attend the ball, so it's normal that you don't have an impression of him things."

"Is he a wizard too?" Tom asked curiously, looking at the introduction to the doctor on the title page.

"He is not just a wizard, but if you pay attention to the catalog of "Practical Potion Master", you will notice his name. He is the editor-in-chief of this magazine, the most powerful potion master in the world..."

"Is Professor Slughorn as good as him?"

"……one."

"By the way," Tom put down the book and questioned his soul, "Why do you read "The Master of Practical Potions"?"

"I...why can't I watch "The Master of Practical Potions"?" Nelson was a little annoyed, "You can't question me because of my poor grades in potions class-"

"I haven't said anything yet," said Tom quietly, stopping Nelson with a word.

"Well, regardless of my Potions grades, this Gaston Raymond is one of the most likely to appear in the first level," Nelson said eloquently, "Professor Sigmund is not He keeps emphasizing 'fairness, justness and openness', so for the selection of personnel, he will definitely select the same number of candidates in the areas where the three schools are located. In my estimation, he will select two to three graduates from each school It's the most appropriate number."

"Do we need to face six to nine levels?" Tom frowned, "This...if we meet a difficult person, won't we have to fight until the next morning?"

"No way," Nelson shook his head, "You know, time is precious. I don't know the specific competition system, but if it's a level-breaking competition, there is a high probability that you will need to choose a level to challenge. In addition, I have counted In the previous Triwizard Tournament format, the confrontation between warriors often appeared in the third item, but only once in the first item, and the Triwizard Tournament was also a failure."

"so……"

"So the content of the first item has a high probability that the three warriors will each choose the same number of opponents from several wizards, pass through their checkpoints, and then be scored by the judges. I'm not sure if they can choose the same one, but even if they choose the same Opponents also need to be prioritized," Nelson took out a small notebook, let Tom carry the package in a "squeaky" manner, and said relaxedly, "So you need to challenge the first level as quickly as possible." People we know."

"Felius?" Tom pondered, "I am indeed familiar with his magic. If the requirement is not to defeat him, I should be able to pass the level quickly."

"No, I want you to pick Newt."

"?" Tom wished he could grow a lock of Nelson's hair that can transform freely, "Didn't you see that poisonous leopard? Dumbledore would have to use up a lot of effort to face him alone!"

"No, you may not have noticed," Nelson said with a confident smile on his face, "the last time we went to eat, I saw the brown mouse unique to Central America in his box, it's nothing The only use for magical animals may be food."

"food?"

"That's right, I asked Walburga to look it up," Nelson nodded, "In an 1887 edition of "Guidelines for Breeding Dangerous Magical Beasts", she found this kind of mouse. They are a common magical animal in Central America. Favorite food - birds and snakes."

"Bird and snake?" Tom's eyes showed playfulness, "Is the bird and snake a snake?"

"A former magical animal smuggler I know told me," Nelson said with a smile, "the bird snake is both a bird and a snake. Since Newt specially brought the bird snake this time, it must be useful, you said Yeah?"

Tom's hand holding the package became much lighter, and a stack of books was thrown back and forth by him.

"Sorry, Newt," Tom said suddenly.

"I'm sorry, Newt." Nelson also smiled. "If the first opponent can choose Newt, I suggest you choose him. It's nothing for the sake of victory."

"What about the second one?"

……

The purple water was up to his knees under Tom's feet, but he remained motionless as if under an illusion.

(End of this chapter)