"Oh, I didn't expect Headmaster Dumbledore to invite me to be a teacher at Hogwarts."

Tom was amazed, he flicked the letter in his hand, raised his eyebrows elegantly, and said:

"It's a condition you can't refuse."

"I was wondering how to avoid those stupid half-blood wizards, and Dumbledore sent me a convenience."

"He deserves to be my recognized mentor."

"However, I still have to fight for the vacation that teachers should have."

"I can't afford to miss Lord Solomon's flesh modification surgery on my men."

If Russell hadn't been the first to offer to condition the bodies of the Azkaban prisoners, Tom would have been eager to see Russell's surgery now.

According to Peter, this miraculous surgery can achieve the effect of drinking the compound decoction, and it is permanent, and there are no side effects.

Tom, who is already a master of flesh transformation, understands that this is definitely a step-by-step development.

If this kind of transformation surgery spreads, it will definitely change the entire wizarding world.

Tom couldn't help but imagine the scene where he turned Nagini into a beautiful snake after receiving the guidance of the adult.

Well...... The upper body wants to be the same as Bella used to be.

Hiss, as if Nagini was his own Horcrux...... It's exciting.

"Your Excellency Riddle, my master will wait for you to return before starting the operation." Peter said with a blank look, like a microphone in the shape of a human.

"The owner also said that during the operation, if you have any questions, the owner will answer them."

"Great." Tom calmed down and looked happy, then he calmed down and asked carefully, "So, what is the cost?" ”

"Those who have been transformed need to cooperate with my Lord's experiments when their masters need them. The experiment will not endanger their lives, please rest assured that Lord Riddle. ”

"That's all?"

"That's all."

Fortunately, it is not about giving everything. Tom thought happily.

As for whether it will endanger the lives of his subordinates, Tom will not care.

Loyal servants are available everywhere, but unique knowledge is not cheap.

Even a wizard will not hesitate to choose knowledge when he does not sacrifice his life and soul.

Of course, some knowledge, even if it is one's own life and soul, can be used as bargaining chips.

Therefore, for Tom, being able to get the guidance of that adult 'for free' is like pie in the sky.

"Praise be to St. Solomon, whose heart is greater than the sky." Tom said sincerely:

"If Lord Solomon needs lab supplies, I can provide them as well."

Peter was silent for a moment, and then, as if he had received permission, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, "My lord appreciates your offer, Your Excellency Riddle. ”

Tom breathed a sigh of relief.

If he only used his own group of people to pay, he would have a sense of cheapness.

Of course, he believed in Solomon's character, and he certainly wouldn't hide it.

It's just that Tom also has his own careful thoughts:

If his service satisfies Lord Solomon, will the king, who is infinitely wise, be merciful enough to grant him a little knowledge?

Ahem!

I don't dare to think about it anymore.

Tom slapped himself on the face to calm himself down.

Greedy people tend to lose what they deserve.

Tom knew this, so he said goodbye to Peter and stepped right on the train to Hogwarts.

The resurrected Dark Lord in the eyes of the world, Quirrell's Horcrux reincarnation - Tom Riddle was still reliving his childhood memories on the train, and the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts was already in the fire.

"I disagree! Dumbledore! Professor McGonagall stood in front of Harry with her outstretched hands like a hen guarding her own child.

The magic on her body was like that of a cat that had encountered a hostile creature, and the hairy threads of magic exploded ferociously, stretching her lady's dress open.

"Harry is a Gryffindor student, a student of mine, and I will never allow him to go to Slytherin!"

Severus Snape held his head high, his perennially shiny hair sticking to his cheeks and neck, and even his voice spoke like a wax figure opening.

"I don't agree either, Albus." He stiffened a reserved smile, his eyes swept slightly smugly over McGonagall, and then landed on Harry's glasses in disgust.

"Slytherin doesn't recruit a student who likes to contradict and substitute for a teacher."

"Harry is good enough for the position of Transfiguration Professor, Dean Snape." Professor McGonagall jerked the fire off the wheel, and continued:

"With all due respect, your students have succeeded in learning Transfiguration under Harry's tutelage."

"I think it's much better than Mr. Malfoy's."

McGonagall deliberately accentuated the word "much better", and Snape's face turned green all of a sudden.

Except for Harry and the mysterious black-robed man behind Dumbledore, who didn't know that Malfoy's Transfiguration was taught by him.

He, Snape, could admit that McGonagall was better than him, but he would never admit that Harry was better than him.

Never!

"Alright, alright, Severus, Minerva." Dumbledore rubbed his brows, looking at the four cups of cold coffee on the table with some distress.

This is the coffee beans that Grindelwald brought to him.

He had expected Severus and Minerva to like the taste.

"Listen to me, both of you." Dumbledore angrily drank four cups of coffee in a row, and then said:

"You should know Voldemort's declaration after his resurrection."

Minerva frowned, and Snape silently touched the location of the Dark Mark on his arm, and for a moment, both of them fell silent.

Harry looked curiously at the mysterious man behind Dumbledore, who should be an old man in terms of breath sense.

Moreover, he did not smell of potions, ruling out the possibility of potion disguise.

Think about where he stands......

So, is it Nicola May, or is it Gellert Grindelwald?

While Harry was guessing, Grindelwald was watching Harry.

Dumbledore kept mentioning the child in the process of arranging for him to be fed, housed, and cared for him, and called him the key to turning the fortunes of the wizarding world around.

Of course, what worried Dumbledore the most was the mysterious intruder who didn't know where he went.

And the purpose of Grindelwald's observation is to see if Harry, a child, can take on the responsibility of defending against mysteries and reversing the fate of the wizarding world.

When Grindelwald's blue eyes met Harry's green eyes, scenes fell into Grindelwald's mind.

Grindelwald, who has a strong talent for prophecy, silently withstood the impact of information that ordinary people could not resist, and calmly picked out the most valuable ones from the messy picture-

Under a vast, light-filled black sky, the Dementors shivered.

Magical creatures frantically attacked wizards, and Harry always fought with his back to him.

Hogwarts flew into the air, the phoenix hissing with joy, but Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen.

Grindelwald wanted to continue his search for more valuable prophecy fragments, when suddenly, lightning and thunder surged in front of him, and a mature Harry held out his right hand to him, as if muttering something.

Immediately afterward, Harry's right hand slowly turned into a black hole, shattering everything in the picture.

Grindelwald froze in place, feeling the emptiness in his mind, as if there was no prophecy answering him.

However, he knew that it was just his own delusion.

The prophecy has already happened.

Although he didn't see more, he could be sure of one thing-

Harry Potter, this kid has far more potential than Dumbledore thinks he is.

Nope.

It's hard to stretch.

The throat is still uncomfortable, dry, itchy and painful.

Still have to be raised

(End of chapter)