I Have Principles

Upon hearing Tom's words, the group of little snakes instantly fell silent, not daring to utter a single word.

As night deepened, Nott and Rosier were having a great time playing Wizard Checkers in the lounge.

Tom suddenly asked, "Nott, what's your relationship like with your great-grandfather who wrote the book?"

Nott looked blankly at him. "Which great-grandfather?"

He paused for two seconds before realizing what she meant, then exclaimed, "Oh! You mean the great-great-grandfather who revised the Pure-blood register?"

"I've never met him. His lineage has long since declined; there's no one of his generation left. Both of his uncles are serving time in Azkaban."

"Why are you suddenly bringing him up? Are you really planning to change your family tree and get yourself listed as Pure-blood?"

Tom rolled his eyes. "I'm an orphan with no parents, where would I get a family tree to change? You think you can just make one up out of thin air for me?"

"I really can do that!"

Nott's eyes lit up, and he instantly became interested, speaking with great confidence.

"Many legendary wizards in the History of Magic have mysterious origins; it's just a matter of sorting through historical records and refining the connections."

"This will perfectly fill in the gaps in your family history, making it easy to compile an authentic family genealogy."

Tom was so angry at this outrageous idea that he laughed.

The people he hangs out with are all unique individuals, a veritable hidden gem.

Zabini's talent points are all in Potions, making him far stronger than other fifth-grade students in his class;

Nott is obsessed with the History of Magic and dreams of writing a completely new comprehensive history of the Britain Wizarding World.

As for Rosier, he was the most unremarkable, but this stability and mediocrity could be considered a unique talent.

"Alright, stop messing around." Tom interrupted casually. "I'm not interested in claiming ancestors, I was just asking casually, don't overthink it."

Nott immediately lowered his head, his face full of disappointment. He had thought he could make a contribution to Tom, but it turned out that all his professional knowledge had nowhere to be used.

Tom's question seemed casual, but he already had a new plan in mind.

The old "Sacred Twenty-Eight" has firmly dominated the Wizarding World's understanding for over a century.

Its influence is hundreds of times greater than his Potions extraction method or his theory of Fantastic Beasts evolution.

If we consider his previous papers as being all hardcore science papers...

Compiling general histories like the Pure-blood Register is a top-tier humanities traffic driver and another easy way to make money.

Since Nott has the ability to compile a comprehensive history, he can take advantage of this wave of popularity to reshape a completely new system of Wizarding World family families.

As my thoughts raced, time slipped away unnoticed, and before I knew it, it was late at night.

While his roommates slept soundly, Tom had a sudden thought and entered his own little world to begin modifying the nest of the Runespoor.

The habits of Runespoor are quite different from those of ordinary snakes.

Common snakes prefer dark, damp grassy areas and valleys, Runespoor have natural moisturizing properties and naturally prefer dry environments.

They prefer to carve holes in giant rocks to build their nests. Over time, the rocks where the snakes live will be completely hollowed out, forming natural nests.

Tom deliberately designated a large, isolated area, creating spatial barriers to prevent other small Magical Creatures from accidentally entering the nest and becoming food for the snake swarm.

After all Runespoor is a genuine high-level Magical Creatures, and little guys like the Puffskein Bowtruckle are just easy snacks for them to kill.

He simply set up the nesting area, adjusted the temperature and humidity to be suitable for molting, and provided the snakes with their own food.

Due to time and material constraints, they only managed to set up the basic environment before leaving the small world.

He then entered the Study Space and directly called out Gellert Grindelwald, who was slacking off.

"Grindelwald, can you Parseltongue?"

Gellert Grindelwald scoffed, as if he'd heard utter nonsense. "How could I not know such basic abilities?"

"Many Dark Magic spells, when recited in Parseltongue, can have their power multiplied."

"He can't even Parseltongue, yet he dares to call himself a dark wizard? At best, he's just a nobody who knows a little Dark Magic."

"Your entry requirements are really high." Tom was already used to his arrogant tone.

In Gellert Grindelwald's mind, wizards in the world are divided into only two categories: he and Albus Dumbledore are at the top, and the rest are all mediocre and insignificant.

Tom's potential is so extraordinary that he was exceptionally included in the same tier.

"Can the Parseltongue directly control the Basilisk?" Tom got straight to the point.

Upon hearing this, Gellert Grindelwald frowned instantly, a clear hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

"The Parseltongue can command ordinary snakes, but it cannot forcibly control Basilisk. However, if they are tamed and trained in advance, it is possible to issue commands using the Parseltongue."

"Something's off about your tone." Andros, who was standing nearby, immediately noticed something amiss and his interest in gossip grew. "You get all worked up about the Basilisk; there's definitely a story behind it!"

Tom nodded repeatedly in agreement, "There's definitely an old grudge, tell us quickly."

Facing two onlookers who seemed eager for a good show, Gellert Grindelwald knew he couldn't avoid it. His face turned ashen, and he recounted the past through gritted teeth:

"During the Wizarding Wars, I began to cultivate an army of Basilisk. All the preparations were completed, and only the final hatching was needed."

"And then that damned Scamander wiped out my entire batch of hatching nests, destroying them all completely!"

Tom fell silent for a moment, silently feeling sorry for the big shot for three seconds.

In the Study Space, after listening to Gellert Grindelwald's bitter recounting of his past, Tom and Andros exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes filled with the same sympathy.

Who could have imagined that Gellert Grindelwald, the once-powerful and domineering ruler who suffocated the entire Wizarding World?

The biggest Waterloo of his life was actually being repeatedly defeated by Newt Scamander Scamander.

His destined rival was clearly Albus Dumbledore, but he ended up spending most of his life battling a master breeder of Fantastic Beasts.

This is absolutely outrageous! It's so outrageous it's beyond ridiculous!

Tom suddenly understood why those Acolyte who had ambushed Newt Scamander earlier had been so radical.

Anyone would be driven to despair if Newt Scamander repeatedly ruined their hard work; this guy Newt Scamander really shows no mercy when he does things.

"That's ancient history, calm down, Grindelwald," Tom said soothingly.

Trying to soothe the big shot's psychological trauma, "After all, he was a big figure who once reached the top of the Wizarding World, his perspective should be broadened."

Gellert Grindelwald found this sarcastic and sneered, "I have the vision, of course. I've never been an ignorant, nouveau riche like Voldemort."

"But when it comes to Scamander, I can't stand it; I wish I could tear him to shreds on the spot."

"Tom, if you could teach him a lesson, this grudge of mine might just disappear."

"Absolutely not." Tom shook his head vigorously, his stance unwavering.

"Uncle Newt Scamander is my benefactor. Without him, I would never have been able to unlock the Thunderbird talent, and I wouldn't have the strength I have now."

"Besides, you don't understand the value of Newt Scamander's endorsement. Now the whole of Hufflepuff treats me like one of their own."

"They treat me better than the Dean; I'm all-powerful in Hufflepuff now."

These words immediately made Gellert Grindelwald furious.