What's Mine, No One Can Take Away

The deal for the Philosopher's Stone was over, and the hundred points he gave Harry were the limit.

It's not that Harry is disappointing; it's just that Tom is too outstanding.

Albus Dumbledore readily admitted that since this method couldn't inspire Harry's courage and determination to face difficulties, they would try another.

If you lose, you have to accept it; it's not a big deal.

However, through this incident, Albus Dumbledore realized that he had underestimated Tom's strength; what I want, no one can take away.

Even if you are Albus Dumbledore or the headmaster, it won't work. Let's forget about these underhanded practices in the future.

He didn't want to create a the Chosen One while simultaneously creating a Dark Lord.

"That's wonderful," Snape deliberately drew out the syllables. "In that case, the decorations of the Great Hall ..."

"No need to trouble the principal, I can handle it."

Tom waved his wand. The golden-red lion appeared briefly for five minutes before being replaced by a silver-green python.

Although Tom made a simple replacement, to the Gryffindor students it looked like a giant green python opening its blood-red maw and swallowing a lion whole.

Their expressions were blank; the House Cup, which was practically in their grasp, was gone again?

In contrast, Slytherin House was filled with Pure-blood students who completely disregarded their aristocratic image, shouting and yelling wildly.

Malfoy even jumped on the stool excitedly and wiggled his butt in front of Harry.

He couldn't accept Gryffindor defeating Slytherin, and even less could he accept that Slytherin's defeat was due to Harry.

Tom's last-minute stroke of genius practically saved his life!

In the High Table, Snape extended his hand to Professor McGonagall again, this time with an even brighter smile than before.

Even with Professor McGonagall's good temper, her mindset became unbalanced after experiencing such highs and lows.

With a flick of his finger, Snape hissed as he looked at the three new scratches on his hand.

"I'm sorry, Snape, I forgot to get my nails done recently," Professor McGonagall apologized insincerely.

After saying that, he stared intently at the empty plate, as if it contained some delicious food.

"Eat, children." Albus Dumbledore waved his hand, and a sumptuous feast appeared on the previously empty plates.

The Slytherin students ate with great relish, their faces beaming, and they brought all sorts of delicious food to Tom.

Soon, the food in front of Tom was piled up like a small mountain, and everyone toasted loudly with drinks instead of alcohol, the clinking of wine glasses filling the air.

Under the same sky, yet with different experiences; this place is happy, while the other three colleges are finding it all tasteless.

Even Ron's appetite was affected. He used to be able to eat five chicken legs in one meal, but today he only ate three and felt like he had no appetite.

Tom could feel many resentful gazes directed at him from behind the Gryffindor table, but he didn't care.

People who blame their failures on others' mistakes will not cause any trouble, even if they harbor resentment.

He also had good friends in Gryffindor, such as the Geminis, with whom he often ate, chatted, and joked together in the kitchen.

For example, Neville, but it's fine to distance yourself from him because of this kind of thing; not everyone is qualified to be his friend.

The banquet ended in this atmosphere of mixed emotions, of joy and sorrow.

Back in the common room, the Slytherin celebrations were just beginning when several older students sneaked out of the castle.

They brought back a lot of drinks and snacks from Hogsmeade, and the common room suddenly turned into a raucous party.

"Let us toast our greatest contributor— Riddle!" Borgin raised his glass and proposed loudly.

"Homage to Riddle!" the crowd shouted in unison.

Many people's gazes towards Tom have changed. Before, Tom suppressed them with his overwhelming strength, but now they admire him from the bottom of their hearts. He has brought glory to Slytherin.

Don't say it's just an empty title that can't bring any real benefits. Slytherin, who fanatically uphold the Pure-blood Supremacy, needs precisely this kind of empty title.

The House Cup was used to prove that the power of a group of Pure-blood was stronger than that of a group of Half-blood and Muggle-born wizard.

What? You're saying Tom is Muggle-born? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! What Muggle-born wizard would be sorted into Slytherin the moment he touched the hat?

He must have an ancient and noble bloodline, which was hidden before, but it came to light in Tom's generation.

All I can say is that this is what it means to have a great Confucian scholar to debate the classics for you.

Tom became the star of the party. He dealt with everyone who came up to toast him, and then found a corner to sit down.

Daphne had drunk a little wine, her little face flushed, and she was taking a nap in his arms.

Tom's consciousness sank into the system interface; having won the House Cup, he had completed two tasks in one go.

One is a segment reward from the consecutive quest "The Hogwarts' Best Student in History," and the other is Snape's request.

However, the system showed that the academic year was in the process of settlement and the reward had not yet been credited to Tom's account. Tom didn't know when it would arrive, so he simply put it aside and started looking at another reward.

Knowing that Albus Dumbledore destined to suffer a setback today, Tom deliberately opened the Study Space during the dinner so that Gellert Grindelwald could see it.

The relationship between the two is complicated. Seeing Albus Dumbledore's plan fail, Gellert Grindelwald is as happy as a child, and his approval rating soars.

His stats rose from over forty to fifty-eight, unlocking not only the "Physical Practice" feature but also allowing Tom to draw his second talent.

At first, he thought he would draw Gellert Grindelwald's Prophecy talent, but this time he was given the magic talent instead.

He initially thought the lottery was a waste, but then he realized something was wrong. His magic power began to increase rapidly in a short period of time, and it continued to do so.

If people with the same talent can combine and fuse, then this lottery draw isn't a loss, it's actually a gain.

After midnight, the crowd gradually dispersed, and Tom had Bodesi and several of Daphne's roommates escort Daphne back to her dormitory.

The next morning, Hagrid led the students to Hogsmeade Station, where they boarded the train home one by one.

Everyone had a bright smile on their face. With a two-and-a-half-month vacation, they would have at least two months free from homework and could happily play all summer long.

Knockturn Alley became the most popular meeting place for young wizards.

To Tom's surprise, the twins greeted him with a laugh and acted as if nothing had happened.

"Tom, want to hang out together during summer vacation?" George asked with a grin.

Fred gestured as if waving a bat. "Come to my house and play Gnome, it's relaxing and stress-relieving. That's how our Beater develop their skills."