[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Chapter 186 Subordinates +1

Tom the cat was curled up in the golden cup with a face of fascination, licking his paws contentedly. After a while, his consciousness slowly returned, and he found that he had got into the cup, surrounded by gray-white mist, as if looking at him curiously.

Tom: "..."

He crawled out of the cup with a dark face, and was surprised to find that his body was not as heavy as before, the whole cat felt refreshed, and the total amount of magic power had also increased - or to be more precise, he could control, The total amount of magic power it can hold has been increased.

Hufflepuff's golden cup... It is said that Hufflepuff cast magical magic to assist in cooking?

Tom stretched out his front paws to pull the golden cup, wrinkled his nose, and called the magicians to check if there were any soul pieces on it - as the thick mist poured into the golden cup, a few drops of fragrant liquid loomed at the bottom of the cup.

The tongue reacts faster than the brain, and Tom Cat licked it clean as soon as he stretched out his head. The Resurrection Stone vibrated and emitted a dark light.

Tom looked inside and couldn't figure out what it was trying to do. The Resurrection Stone seemed to understand what he meant and lazily put out the black light.

I don't know if I am too lazy to pay attention to him, or if the "power" is too low to drive it.

Tom: "..."

All right. Tom waited to report the results of their examination, but he guessed that the soul tablet was gone. Judging from this effect, Hufflepuff's golden cup is probably a food processor that functions as a purifier. Thinking about it this way, I also admire the Dark Lord who took the initiative to put his soul fragments into the "crusher" to make wine.

Sure enough, there was only a complex magic circle left in the golden cup that had been worn to the point where the lines were blurred. It was probably the last mark left by the Dark Lord's Horcrux. If it drags on for a few more years, even the soul imprint will probably be "digested".

Tom Cat picked up the golden cup and signaled the fairy to come over and hug him. But just as he turned around, he looked back thoughtfully at the Lestrange family's treasury: So many treasures... What a pity...

He let go of the golden cup, showed his pointed nails fiercely, and used his magic power: Go! Put all the treasures that can fit into the cup!

The mist moved in response, swept up a large amount of Galleons and threw it into the cup. Tom and Cat curiously poked their heads into the cup to observe: the Galleons did miraculously melt in the cup, and as the color became more and more It became brighter and brighter, and the amount became less and less. Finally, only a thin layer remained, shining with a dazzling golden light.

Is this edible?

Tom hesitated for a moment, took a sniff, and found that although it was very fragrant, it was not the same as the scent just now. It did not specifically stimulate appetite, but inexplicably directly reminded people of the smell of money.

He still insisted on curling up his tongue and licking it - we'll have to decide whether it tastes good or not. As a result, the Resurrection Stone vibrated angrily, causing him to stick out his tongue and retching, spitting out the drops he licked in.

Hey! Why are you still picky about food?

Tom moved his ears and heard the heavy breathing behind him. He turned around and saw that the goblin, who was clearly under control, had eyes full of infinite longing in a daze.

Um? Tom raised his hind legs and scratched his head, and had some vague guesses: Could it be that the type of processed "food" determines the appeal of the brewed variety that varies from person to person? So he would think that the soul tablet solution smells good, and the magic essence also smells good, but the power of money is not very attractive to him - at least it is not consistent with the properties of the resurrection stone. But the goblin cannot resist the temptation of the power of money.

Tom thought for a moment, then summoned his magic power to scrape out the few drops of golden liquid and feed them to the goblin to try. The goblin couldn't wait to swallow it, rolling his eyes, looking very happy.

It won't get out of control... Tom thought for a while, and then used the magic power to pour into the goblin's brain to strengthen control.

Okay, Tom looked at the Lestrange family's treasury with satisfaction. Then, he would drink whatever he liked and feed it to the goblins if he didn't like it. The plan worked!

The black kitten insisted on drinking until its belly was round, and lay on the ground with difficulty, panting. I don't know if it's an illusion, but the Resurrection Stone seems to have softened a little, and it seems that several of the time gates in the nodes on the knowledge robe can be pushed.

But now is not a good time to experiment, he has been out for a long time.

With a reluctant look at the half-empty treasure trove, Tom ordered the goblin to pick him up. After being fed a bunch of messy essence that the Resurrection Stone refused to accept, and with the magic forces pouring into its brain for processing every time it was fed, the goblin seemed to have changed a lot - not that in appearance. What has changed? He still has a short stature and a wrinkled face that looks smart and cunning but is too strange for human aesthetics. The only difference is that his eyes exude the light of wisdom.

Tom would have felt that the Imperius Curse was out of control if it weren't for the magicians floating proudly around him, constantly reassuring him that nothing was wrong.

The leprechaun hugged the cat and passed the corner shaking the jingle.

"Master." He suddenly spoke, "Do you still want to play for a while?"

Tom Cat’s tail hair exploded!

The person controlled by the Imperius Curse spoke on his own!

If it weren't for the fact that the mist was still undulating gently, Tom would have reflexively uttered a bunch of curses.

He tensed his body and looked up at the goblin, who smiled respectfully and peacefully at him.

"...Okay." He replied tentatively, wanting to see whether the goblin was hiding deeply or whether it was the mutated effect of the Imperius Curse.

The goblin gently placed the cat on the dragon's back, and smiled as he watched the cat slide down the long dragon's tail as a slide - of course, the mist was cushioned under him to avoid any scratches.

The black kitten deliberately gathered the mist around itself instead of staying with the goblin. It seemed to be jumping and playing on the dragon without any defense. It even deliberately got close to the dragon's head and touched the ferocious dragon's mouth with its furry paws. . If the goblin really has other intentions, as long as the jingle stops, it will be enough for the fire dragon to open its mouth and swallow the black cat in one gulp.

But there was nothing wrong with the goblin, who stayed loyally by his side shaking the jingle until Tom gave up and told him to go on.

When passing the anti-thief waterfall, Tom jumped down and felt the liquid in his stomach sloshing around. He summoned magic power to lift up the waterfall and walked over with his short legs, then restored the waterfall to its original state.

"Come here," he said to the goblin.

He had to try to see if the anti-thief waterfall really had no effect on his Imperius Curse. Otherwise, after he left, the goblin would only need to accompany the customer to withdraw money one more time, and everything would be exposed - he didn't want to directly put it to death yet. Silence the goblin.

The short elf crossed the waterfall, his body was wet, but his eyes were still gentle.

The black kitten looked up at his servant with uncertain eyes, and finally sighed and decided to believe in his own magic power.

"Take me out and hide away from people."

The goblin knelt down and held up his master respectfully.