<h4>Chapter 120: Tom Riddle Assistant Coach</h4>
"Rece?" Riddle''s eyes widened, "What does this mean?!"
"They are all iplete soul fragments of Voldemort. He can bepletely resurrected through his father''s bones, his enemy''s blood, and his servant''s flesh. So it makes no sense that you can''t use them to obtain a body!" Drac smiled evilly, with a light shing in his eyes from time to time.
Riddle looked at Drac''s evil expression and was a little surprised and doubtful for a while. But at the same time, he was burning with a strong desire to rece his main soul and obtain a real body.
If there reallyes such a day, he will no longer need to exist as a humble Horcrux, but can truly be a "wizard"!
"Can I really do it?"
After a moment of silence, Riddle finally made up his mind and asked.
"Whether it''s possible or not, it''s always okay to try, right?" Drac raised the ss again and shook it gently. "Since Voldemort has chosen to split his soul, he must be prepared to be devoured by his own soul."
"If his soul is divided into many parts, how much power will Voldemort''s main soul have left?" Drac sipped a sip of bright red wine and said to himself.
"So what do you need me to do?" Riddle asked.
"Don''t worry, it''s still a long time before Halloween." Drac chuckled, "Before that, I need your help with something."
Riddle showed an inquiring expression.
"Can you write lesson ns and correct homework?" Drac asked in Riddle''s stunned expression.
...
In the Defense Against the Dark Arts ss the next day, Drac had a new assistant teacher.
The young wizards all looked at the new young and handsome assistant teacher with curiosity. They were all specting, how could such a wizard who looked only about sixteen years old be an assistant teacher in the Defense Against the Dark Arts ss?
Other junior wizards were better, after all, they didn''t look older than Riddle, so there was nothing to say about it.
But in the sixth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts Advanced ss, Riddle''s sixteen-year-old face was clearly the same age as the young wizards in the audience. Of course, some people would feel dissatisfied if such a person would have the "power of life and death" over their daily homework in the future.
Marcus Flint from Slytherin was very dissatisfied with a person who was about the same age as him bing an assistant teacher, and he stood up on the spot and questioned it.
"Professor Drac, I think such a person who has not studied magic for a few years is not suitable to be our assistant teacher." He said loudly.
Drac looked at the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team with interest, andughed secretly in his heart.
He had some impression of this student, because inst year''s Defense Against the Dark Arts Ordinary Wizard Level Exam, he was the only one who got a "T" grade, which represented a very poor grade. He was also the only "T" in the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam in recent years.
Drac couldn''t figure out how such a poor student had the courage to question the Dark Lord''s Horcrux?
"So do you have any other ideas, Mr. Flint?" he asked with a smile.
Looking at the expression of Professor Drac on the stage, Flint secretly swallowed his saliva.
He had already begun to back down, but at this moment, another Slytherin student next to him whispered to him: "Marcus, have you forgotten our purpose? We can''t let the Defense Against the Dark Arts ss recruit an assistant teacher. Do you really want to do your homework?!"
That''s right, the reason why Flint and his ssmates questioned Riddle, who became an assistant teacher, was actually just one of the insignificant reasons for not epting it -
The most important reason was that they didn''t want to do their homework!
After a year of getting along, the students have already figured out Drac''s personality. Before recruiting teaching assistants, he was toozy to grade homework, and there was a high probability that he would not assign homework!
Even before the end ofst semester, under the strict requirements of Professor McGonagall, Professor Drac reluctantly found a few teaching assistants to help grade homework, and he himself did not even look at the homework.
In addition, in order not to affect the teaching assistants, the amount of homework on those days was actually pitifully small, which made Flint, a poor student, very happy!
Thinking of the key points, Flint gritted his teeth and said in Drac''s half-smile:
"Professor, I think the person who can be the assistant teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts ss must at least have the strength ofst year''s assistant teacher Quirrell!"
"The strength of assistant teacher Quirrell?" Drac yed with the wand in his hand, and his expression became more yful. "I remember that the information of assistant teacher Quirrell has been announced. I think you should know that he is a powerful dark wizard."
"Do you want assistant teacher Riddle to have the strength of assistant teacher Quirrell?"
Flint''s forehead was sweating, but for his n of not doing homework, he could only bite the bullet and said: "Yes, Professor Drac."
"I think assistant teacher Quirrell did a good jobst year. I don''t want to find someone who is not as good as him as an assistant teacher...especially when he is so young."
Drac shook his head with a smile and turned to look at Riddle who had been watching the show for a long time.
"What do you think, Assistant Riddle?" he asked.
"Professor, since the students doubt my strength, why don''t you let me show them a little bit?" Riddle smiled gently and nced at Flint.
Flint looked at this gentle smile, and for some reason, he felt a strong chill from it.
He probably never dreamed that the powerful dark wizard Assistant Quirrell, who he used as a shield, could be regarded as the servant of Assistant Riddle on the stage!
"No problem." Drac nodded gently, "In this case, let''s change the teaching method for this ss."
"Everyone put away the textbooks!"
The students in the Defense Against the Dark Arts ssroom said they were used to it and put the textbooks back into the drawer very skillfully.
"Next, Assistant Professor Riddle will have a ''friendly'' duel with you one by one." Drac smiled maliciously, "Just take this opportunity to check your results in the duel club these days."
Then, he looked at Riddle, "Don''t toss them too much, they have to attend the duel club party in the evening!"
Riddle nodded slightly, and then walked straight to Flint''s position.
"Let''s start with you, Mr. Flint." He said softly.
...
When the bell rang, the Defense Against the Dark Arts ssroom was in a mess again.
One "corpse" after another was ced in various corners of the ssroom, with eyes rolled back and heavy breathing.
"You have a good rest at noon, and remember to attend the duel club on time in the evening!"
Drac and Riddle walked out of the ssroom on time. Before leaving, Drac did not forget to remind them to attend the club on time.
Outside the ssroom, groups of little wizards had alreadye to inquire about the news. Even though they had seen such scenes in the ssroom many times, they still felt a chill in their hearts.
When they heard Professor Drac''s "kind" reminder, everyone present shuddered together, and a word quietly floated into their hearts-
"Devil!"
Fred and George, who had been waiting in the corridor for a long time, slipped into the ssroom first, jumping back and forth on the empty space where there were no bodies lying, and soon found Percy Weiss in the crowd.
"Percy, tell us what we just talked about in this ss!" Fred shook Percy''s body and asked curiously.
"Does Professor Drac feel that the training in the duel club is not exciting enough, or has he brought back the devil training?" George also asked beside him.
"No... none of them..." Percy was shaken by Fred, but he had no strength to break free, and said intermittently, "Professor Drac found a new assistant from somewhere... He is just as devilish as Professor Drac... He challenged all of us alone..."
"No, Assistant Riddle was there when we were in ss?" Fred saw that Percy was about to faint, so he stopped shaking, "But we clearly didn''t have such devilish training!"
At this time, the speech of another sixth-grade student told them the truth of the matter.
"Flint... I will kill you..." It was the breathless voice of Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, "Why provoke... provoke Assistant Riddle... and make all of us duel with him..."
Fred and George looked at each other and silently put the new Assistant Riddle on their prank cklist.
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At the same time, in the principal''s office.
"Albus, I want to know the identity of Professor Drac''stest assistant?" Professor McGonagall, wearing a pointed hat, hurried in and asked seriously, "I always feel that he looks familiar, and the familiarity with him... doesn''t seem to be a positive impression."
"Albus, who is this assistant Riddle?!"
Dumbledore was revising a document about Horcruxes. Seeing Professor McGonagall''s arrival, he quietly put the document away.
"You may have remembered it wrong, Minerva." He said with a smile, "I don''t have any impression of Assistant Riddle... Oh, I know, maybe he looks a bit like your handsome Muggle first love decades ago?"
"I''m not kidding you, Albus!" Professor McGonagall said angrily after hearing Dumbledore''s frivolous remarks.
"Minerva, I''m not kidding either." Dumbledore still maintained a smiling expression, "Think about it carefully, both of them are very handsome, maybe they really look a bit alike?"
"Since you don''t want to say it, then I''ll find it myself." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, red at him angrily, and then walked down the spiral staircase of the principal''s office in a hurry to find clues by herself.
Looking at Professor McGonagall leaving, Dumbledore sighed softly.
Using this unorthodox way to anger Professor McGonagall can indeed quickly change the topic, but he doesn''t know how long he can keep it from her, and he doesn''t know if this matter will have any other adverse effects.
Drac''s sudden decision to let Riddle be an assistant teacher did catch Dumbledore off guard.
Although Voldemort''s face was distorted beyond recognition more than 40 years ago, few people in the current magic world know what he looked like when he was young.
But wizards generally live long, and there are always some wizards who have experienced Voldemort''s student days and are still alive.
Let alone the magic world, there are several wizards in Hogwarts Castle who know what Voldemort looked like when he was young.
Excluding Dumbledore himself, Professor Kettleburn, who has been a professor of Care of Magical Creatures for more than 60 years, was one of the professors who taught Tom Riddle. Fortunately, as a Horcrux, Riddle does not need to eat in the auditorium, so he has not met Professor Kettleburn, who always teaches outdoors.
However, not only that, the current gamekeeper Hagrid also knows Riddle and is even very impressed by him.
Riddle reported Rubeus Hagrid, who was still a third-year wizard, and made the professors of Hogwarts think that the Acromanthus that Hagrid secretly raised was a murderous monster. Because of this, Hagrid was expelled from Hogwarts, and Riddle won the Special Contribution Award to the School.
Even Professor McGonagall, who had little impression of Riddle, only entered school less than ten yearster than this outstanding alumnus of the year, and there would always be many opportunities to learn about Tom Riddle''s legend and even see his appearance when he was young.
Dumbledore took out the file he had just put away from the drawer and examined the n that Drac had briefly introduced to him.
He actually knew that making Voldemort''s Horcrux an assistant teacher was probably not part of the n, but just another way for Drac to seek fun.
But Dumbledore decided to indulge Drac''s willfulness once.
Because he knew that only if Drac really enjoyed the n, he would follow this n and lead Voldemort to a dead end step by step; he would not choose to quit because he felt bored in the middle.
For Dumbledore, the emergence of a professor like Drac was a blessing, which could add a powerful force to the n to destroy Voldemort; but the emergence of such a vampire who was not happy withwfulness was also a misfortune. Drac was out of Dumbledore''s control from beginning to end, and no one knew what outrageous thing he would do next.
Amid the whispering of the portrait and the gentle cry of the phoenix, Dumbledore gently folded the document in his hand and put it in the drawer full of desserts.
He sighed and burned the parchment on another table to ashes.
That was his original n.
Dumbledore knew that his original n had too many contingencies, and it was difficult to guarantee the sess rate of destroying Voldemort in the end, and it was also difficult to truly save the life of Harry Potter, who had be half a Horcrux.
The price he paid might be too high, so high that he finally chose another n that was notpletely under his control...