After successfully crafting the second Horcrux, Tom's heart swelled immensely, and he would be the first immortal wizard in the history of magic. It didn't matter to him that the completion of Salazar Slytherin's legacy was insignificant, and the mere expulsion of the mudbloods from the school was insignificant.

What he wants is to become the greatest wizard in the world, to make his name the fear of all people, and he doesn't even dare to call it.

"Professor Lin is also too sad, a few flowers can make her shed tears." Two students walking down the hallway casually discussed the professor of the Oriental Magic class.

Tom had seen Professor Lin again after returning to school, and although he had read all the course notes, he had no interest in other spells now that he had stepped into immortality.

When he heard it mentioned by chance, he couldn't help but think of the stories he knew while reading books during the holidays.

A woman weeping for the withering flowers.

Sensitive mind, but some small things can make her pay special attention, so she is depressed. It was also after reading the book that he realized that in Professor Lin's story, even touching a girl's hand is a very excessive behavior, not to mention kissing the back of the hand, which is about the same severity as a violation in the eyes of a girl.

If Professor Lin hadn't been at Hogwarts for a while and knew about the cultural differences, would he have committed suicide like the other women in the book?

Thinking about it, she inadvertently walked outside her classroom, there was no one in the classroom, and it had been a long time since class was out at this time.

Tom used a little magic to conjure up a small owl formed by magical elements in his palm, and he read Professor Lin's name again, and the owl flew out to find his target.

Lin Daiyu.

Dai, die...... Death.

Oh, death......

He no longer cared about Salazar Slytherin's will, did that mean that Professor Lin would not be able to complete his mission and would remain in this world forever?

It didn't take long for the owl to return, and it landed in his palm and turned into a flower tree.

It was on the edge of the school moat, not far from the Quidditch playground.

Xijing didn't have the heart to go to Tom to watch the plot recently because of the problem of the character image, she checked it, and the current system only scored 60% of her character image, which means that she has too many OOCs, so she has to find a chance to save her image.

For example, deliberately put some picked flowers in class, and then lament the impermanence of life, which is sad.

Another example is to bring a hoe and a cloth bag to this huge flower tree to collect petals and bury flowers.

The soil was filled into the pit and a bag of petals was buried, and her brows frowned lightly: "Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who has mercy on the red incense?" The gossamer is soft and fluttering, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain......"

Gentle footsteps trampled on the grass, and a black wizard's robe appeared in front of the mirror, and she looked up to see Tom tilting his head slightly to look at her.

Xijing stood up and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

He smiled lightly, but did not answer, and raised his hand to point his wand at the scattered petals on the ground, and said a strange incantation.

It seems that an invisible wind blows the petals of the flowers, as if going back in time to the withered flowers, and every flower on the flower tree has become the appearance of when it was in full bloom.

"Professor, if you like a flower to bloom like this, use a spell to make it bloom. Bury it and it will simply turn into dirt. The handsome young man bent slightly, and removed a missing petal from her long hair, and he leaned closer, and his voice was soft, especially good.