Just a Little Effort

The conclusion reached was that, in order to purify itself, the unicorn absorbed the pure positive energy of the Patronus Charm to refine its own magic.

It's essentially purifying their bloodline, which naturally allows them to revert to their ancestral form and become stronger.

Now, the fur of the Second Treasure Big Treasure becoming increasingly pure white and flawless, reflecting a faint shimmer in the sunlight. The Little Three's fur is pinkish-white, with a light golden mane.

Tom stroked the little unicorn's cheek and suddenly asked, "Would you like to come with me during your holidays?"

"I can temporarily set up a place for you to stay, but the area won't be as large as the Forbidden Forest; it will only be enough for your daily needs."

Through telepathy, the three unicorns understood Tom's meaning and simultaneously came over, rubbing against his arms and licking his hands to show their support.

Okay, okay, so you're willing to abandon your home for food?

Tom was amused, got up, and swept his wand, shaking off all the dirt.

He's got work to do these past few days; he needs to prepare a temporary nest for the three little ones.

He's mastered the Undetectable Extension Charm quite well; creating a stable space the size of Quidditch Pitch shouldn't be a problem.

The material used for carrying it needs to be carefully considered; it must be able to withstand the erosion of magic for a long time and not need to be moved frequently.

On the way back to the castle, he made his decision. He still had the materials from the Hungarian Horntail in his hands. He would use the Dragon Hide and dragon bones to assemble a suitcase, the quality of which would be absolutely superb.

Tom, who was about to have breakfast and go back to work, was immediately spotted as soon as he entered the Great Hall.

"Tom's here!" Zabini shouted.

Now, not only the Slytherin students, but all the young wizards in the Great Hall looked at him.

Ron only had superficial injuries, recovered completely after a night's sleep. His big mouth was just as big as Hagrid's, and he blurted out everything he knew.

He also added some of his own embellishments, such as twenty-foot-tall chess pieces, an overwhelming Devil's Snare, and incredibly cruel Troll.

These all became his and Harry's achievements. Later, the honest Neville also told what he knew and added Tom to the list.

Finally, when he hears Albus Dumbledore admit that Quirrell was the one who stole the treasure, the story unfolds with Riddle and Potter joining forces to defeat the evil Professor Quirrell and protect the school's treasure.

With one person lying in the Hospital Wing, the other became the absolute focus of attention.

Daphne pulled Tom to sit beside her, then stared at him without saying a word.

The other young wizards also cast curious glances, wanting to know what Tom had to say.

Faced with such a barrage of gossip, Tom knew he had no choice but to give an explanation.

"That's pretty much the truth, but in the end, it was Harry who defeated Quirrell; I only contributed a little," Tom said casually.

He only used one spell, Harry-Control Technique, and one spell, Sectumsempra, to deal with Voldemort and Quirrell. The real damage was all from the magical enhancements on Harry's body.

The Great Hall fell silent instantly. Even the Gryffindor away heard Tom's words, and a thunderous cheer erupted.

Only Ron lowered his head awkwardly; he had witnessed Tom's formidable prowess in the Forbidden Forest.

Even though he was Harry's best friend, he wouldn't dare to lie and say that Harry's contribution was greater than Tom's. The only reason Tom said that was out of modesty.

Thinking about this, Ron suddenly felt ashamed. He had always disliked Tom and Hermione because of his previous conflict with Hermione, but in fact, he had just stirred up trouble for no reason.

Compared to him, he looks like a complete clown.

"Tom, you're too modest," someone at the Slytherin table echoed Ron's thoughts.

To everyone's surprise, it was Malfoy who spoke out in defense of Tom.

"I know Potter inside and out. He hasn't even mastered many spells. If he encounters an enemy, he'll probably just go up and pull their hair and yank their ears."

As Malfoy spoke, he reached out and grabbed randomly, mimicking Harry's hand-to-hand combat.

The imitations were so perfect that Slytherin burst into laughter, no less than Gryffindor had just done.

Tom looked at Malfoy with a strange expression. Sure enough, the person who understood Harry best in this world, besides himself, was Malfoy. How could he even guess this?

Before he arrived, Harry had actually pounced on Quirrell and started wrestling with him.

After breakfast, Tom took Daphne and Hermione to the Room of Requirement.

Before we started training, I recounted yesterday's experience to them in detail, from disarming Three-headed Dog to later battling Voldemort.

The two listened with such tension that they clenched their fists tightly, barely daring to breathe.

"The You-Know-Who is hiding on Quirrell? That means we're in the same classroom as the You-Know-Who?"

Daphne was both frightened and angry, while Hermione was in much better spirits.

Just as he had told Albus Dumbledore before, the Muggle-born wizards had no idea what Voldemort was, and naturally had little respect for him.

"When I get back, I'll have Mom write a complaint letter to the Ministry of Magic!" Daphne waved her little fist.

"How could Albus Dumbledore be a good headmaster? He didn't even notice such a dangerous person under his nose for an entire semester. He's utterly incompetent!"

Daphne is a typical Slytherin; she both supports Pure-blood and hates Albus Dumbledore.

Without Tom, she would have been just another member of Pansy Parkinson's Sacred Twenty-Eight group.

But who can blame Daphne for being a sucker for good looks? Faced with absolute beauty, the young girl had long forgotten about Pure-blood.

Having spent so much time with Tom and Hermione, she has completely forgotten her former beliefs.

But his dislike for Albus Dumbledore hasn't changed.

Hermione, unusually, did not defend Dumbledore, because she also felt it was too outrageous.

Everyone says Hogwarts is the safest place in the Wizarding World, but it doesn't make sense that Voldemort would appear in such a safe place.

Daphne, her eyes brimming with tears, grabbed Tom's hand. "Tom, from now on, leave these dangerous tasks to Potter."

"That's You-Know-Who. Even at his weakest, he's still dangerous. You're still young. When we grow up, he'll definitely be no match for you. Then you can deal with him."

Tom chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Actually, the hooded man I encountered in the Forbidden Forest that night was Quirrell and the You-Know-Who."

"I only went when I was sure I was safe. I wouldn't have gone to my death if I wasn't sure, so don't worry about me."

Hermione suddenly realized. "No wonder Quirrell resigned after that day in the Forbidden Forest; I should have known."

After saying that, she added with a hint of envy, "The Devil's Snare, the Golden Snitch, the Chessboard, the Potions... these levels are designed to be so interesting."