Smiling politely, Tom tilted his head to dodge the outstretched arm, nodded and stood up to leave. Professor Dumbledore really lived up to his name, the bumblebee in Old English! It was buzzing in his ears!

"Ah..." stroking his beard, Dumbledore stared at the young wizard's leaving figure and pondered. The heir to the Bulstrode family not only had his memory modified, but also had traces of being struck by the Cruciatus Curse. If he allowed it to continue if...

Hitting his temple with a headache, Dumbledore leaned against the tree trunk and looked up at the dense branches above his head. If not pruned, it would one day hinder the growth of other big trees, "The secret of cutting-edge black magic..." It’s time to put it away..."

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"Boggart...a shape-changing creature that will look into your heart and turn into the thing you fear most...The Funny Curse is the spell to deal with this kind of creature..."

Tom listened to Professor Mellors' explanation, his eyes locked on the small black cabinet, and he frowned in displeasure. He didn't want others to see his fear, let alone know what he was afraid of, the Funny Curse or the Borg. Special, he has no interest at all...

Standing at the end of the line, Tom lowered his head and said nothing. There was only one thought in his mind. He laughed so loudly, why didn't the damn Boggart explode? I don’t know if Occlumency is useful, maybe it can mislead...

His eyes flashed, and Tom no longer struggled. He used Occlumency with all his strength and sketched a false picture in his mind. He stood in front of the cabinet with a wand. The moment the cabinet door opened, a gray-skinned hand stretched out from the darkness. out, "Funny!"

Tom gritted his teeth and didn't understand why he couldn't close his brain. The hand was clearly the hand that killed Abraxas in the dream. Could it be that his deepest fear was himself? No..that person is not him..definitely not him.

Mellors was a little confused. Did his protégé have a low sense of humor? What's so funny about a severed hand crawling around? Helplessly, he threw the Boggart back with a magic spell, "Very... good, that's all for today's lesson."

Leaving the anti-dark magic classroom, Tom passed by an abandoned empty classroom. His nose twitched, and he stretched out his hand to push open the classroom door. He was a little surprised but felt that it was natural. He quietly waited for the other party to bottle the prepared antidote, and then came out. He said hello, "Miss Prince's talent in potions is really enviable. Is this the antidote to the love potion?"

‘I know, but I still want to ask, if you are so curious, why don’t you go to Gryffindor? What's Prince doing if he doesn't boil the potion? Is he playing black magic? ’ With a small beep in her heart and no expression on her face, Erin lowered her head to hide the impatience in her eyes, “Senior Riddle...what can I do for you?”

After a few seconds of silence, Tom suddenly realized how Abu felt at the time. It turned out that being disliked by others was such a subtle feeling! Subconsciously showing a gentle smile, Tom took a small step back and distanced himself appropriately from the school girl who didn't like him very much. "It's nothing... I just smell the potion, something." I wonder who they are, just brewing potions here, after all...this is not in line with the rules, Principal Armando takes these very seriously..."

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