Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

"Side mission: Establish your majesty! Complete."

"Mission reward: Armor Spell."

"Holders please be prepared to receive rewards."

After a while, many memories of the armor spell appeared in Tom's mind, as if he had learned this spell for a long time.

No matter how many times you get a spell or knowledge as a quest reward, it feels amazing.

The armor spell is a life-saving skill for a wizard, and it is also the best defensive spell in battle. If he had known this spell before, he would not have been hit by the leg-locking spell.

With it, if he encounters similar battles in the future, he can even defeat them unscathed.

However, compared to getting the armor spell, another unexpected gain concerned him more.

Parseltongue.

He's a parselmouth.

According to Draco, this is an ability only possessed by Salazar Slytherin and his descendants.

He is most likely one of the four founders of the school, a direct descendant of the great Slytherin!

This means that he is more suitable for the name of Slytherin than anyone else!

Draco said on the spot that Tom was a pure Slytherin and was far more suitable to join the "Slytherin Brotherhood" than he was. He even said, "You should be the president!"

Tom didn't have much interest in that so-called fraternity.

A group of arrogant second-generation ancestors. If the little wizards inside are all of Draco or Derian's level, they are not as valuable as the Hero group they belong to.

However, he still promised the other party to go back and visit the Brotherhood.

They are stupid, but they are easy to control, aren't they?

Furthermore, Tom was in a good mood and spared their punishment since Draco had brought him information about his identity.

As a result, after a conflict, only poor Derian was burned on the back of his hand. He did not dare to complain and swore that he had accidentally burned himself, so he was let go by Tom.

At this moment, Tom was sitting on a sofa in the middle of the Slytherin lounge. Crabbe and Goyle were standing on either side of him, Draco was standing on his left, and Pansy was standing on his right. Tom poured a cup of tea.

Tom didn't touch the tea, still thinking about his problem in his mind.

I can speak Parseltongue, so I should be a descendant of Slytherin.

But I grew up in an orphanage. My parents are both Muggles. What's going on?

"Draco, you said your family history is very ancient, right?"

"Yes, of course it is not as great as Slytherin, but the Malfoy family is also one of the few pure-blood families in the British wizarding world today..."

"Then you must know a lot of secrets in the wizarding world, right?" Tom interrupted Draco's boasting.

"Well, I know something. What do you want to know?"

"You should know that I was born in an orphanage. I know nothing about my parents or family."

Recently, he has been in frequent contact with Harry and others, and Tom has discovered that most people in the wizarding world don't seem to care about your origin at all. They basically judge people based on their own preferences, and their respect for bloodline is almost exclusively concentrated in Slytherin Academy.

He has proven his noble lineage, and he has found a better way to establish his authority over those who dare to question him - simply by overpowering them.

Therefore, he has no intention of hiding his life experience.

"I want you to help me investigate the situation of the descendants of Slytherin. I want to know who my ancestors are."

"By the way, and also, have you heard of the name Tom Riddle?"

Draco shook his head, "No, it sounds like a Muggle name."

"Look up this name for me, too."

"who is he?"

"I don't know," Tom said, "but I feel like he has something to do with me."

"Okay, I understand, I will check it for you."

…

At the weekend of the third week, Professor McGonagall found Murphy, "Professor Darkholm, are you ready for your puzzle?"

Murphy knew that she was talking about the trap behind the trap door. He thought about it and asked, "Are you still going to put the Philosopher's Stone in the school?"

Professor McGonagall nodded, "There is no safer place than here."

In other words, Dumbledore was determined to give Harry a test, and of course, he might also be preparing to trick Voldemort.

However, although you are the director, you have more than one screenwriter. How the plot develops may not be as you wish.

"I'm ready," Murphy said.

"Please come with me."

At the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, Lu Wei was taken away at some point. Mag and Murphy jumped out of the trap door, and used shock absorbers to slow down the two of them halfway.

They slowly floated downward for a long time, and finally reached the ground. In the original book, this should be the devil's net prepared by Professor Sprout, but at this moment, it was nowhere to be seen. All they could see was a dark and damp stone corridor, which had been there for an unknown number of years. , they are at the end of the corridor now.

"You can place any traps or puzzles you want in this corridor until the next room on the opposite side," Professor McGonagall said.

Murphy didn't say anything like "Why don't we just block the road?"

It's just a stage set up to cooperate with the principal, and if Professor McGonagall comes back, everyone will be embarrassed.

"Do I need to avoid it?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"unnecessary."

Murphy said, waving his magic wand, and used transformation to set up two rows of eight stone niches on both sides of the corridor, above his head. Then, eight crows flew out from behind him and landed on each of them. In the stone niche, people of different shapes stood.

Then Murphy took a step back and set ten buttons from 0 to 9 on the wall.

He used his wand to carve a line of words on the slate above the keys: "C(12,7)+2log(5)10+log(5)0.25=".

This is high school mathematics, but in Hogwarts, you can probably count the number of people who can get it right on the palm of your hand.

Brother Qiluo, please learn more mathematics.

"Professor McGonagall, my puzzle is ready."

"So fast?" Professor McGonagall was a little confused. She looked at the crows and then at the writing on the wall, C(12,7), log? What's the meaning?

"Professor Darkholm, what is the purpose of this trap?" Professor McGonagall still asked.

Murphy didn't explain. He took off his left glove and threw it toward the corridor ahead.

"Bang!" A flash of lightning suddenly lit up from a certain stone niche. It penetrated the glove before it even hit the ground, and the high temperature immediately ignited it.

There are eight lightning crows. Each crow can release about two to three lightning bolts. If you can't calculate the math questions correctly and use the answer as a password to press the buttons in order to release the trap, a total of about twenty or thirty lightning strikes will be enough for the adventurer to drink a pot. .

Professor McGonagall was startled.

"Isn't this a little too dangerous?"

The lightning looked quite scary, possibly fatal, and there was no warning about the trap. Who would notice a few pitch-black crows in the dark corridor? Who would have thought they could shoot lightning?

"The more dangerous it is to the enemy, the safer it is to us, isn't it?"

In the original book, Voldemort was very taboo about his origin. After he came out, it was basically impossible for his subordinates to call him Tom Riddle. Among the good people, the only ones who knew the secret of his origin were Dumbledore and Stan who had taught Tom. Raghorn, so this name is rarely known according to the original work, especially in today's era-this can be seen from the fact that his name can still remain on the Special Contribution Award.