Chapter 587: The Rampaging Female Professors
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"Yep. That’s just how we do things."
Tom spoke with a straight face as he described how Daphne had helped him in the past. The little fox listened, completely stunned.
She’d already dug up plenty of information about him. No tricks needed. Just ask any upper-year Slytherin and they’d practically fight to tell her everything, eager to spill his entire history, family tree included.
So she already knew the two of them had been close since first year.
But... she hadn’t known there was this much money involved behind the scenes. That part had never made it outside their circle.
So basically... Daphne had bought herself a once-in-a-generation boyfriend with Galleons?
Looking at it that way, that slightly airheaded young lady might actually be the most brilliant investor in the world.
The return on investment was so absurd it made even her feel jealous. She puffed her cheeks, clearly unwilling to accept it.
If she had met Tom first... wouldn’t the two of them already be holed up somewhere making little foxes every day?
That, however, was pure wishful thinking on Kamio’s part.
Back then, Tom might’ve been stronger than most students, but that was just talent. Bloodline-wise, even after being purified thanks to Andros, he still wouldn’t have impressed her much.
If she’d been at Hogwarts back then, she probably wouldn’t have given him a second glance.
It was only after gaining the Twelve Trials that his "cheat" abilities started becoming truly ridiculous.
"I get it..." The little fox nodded, a bit dejected. "When I get back, I’ll have someone help you gather materials. Oh, right... are you planning to open a branch of your guild in Japan? I can help with that too."
Now she understood. If you wanted to win this man, it wasn’t enough to be pretty. You had to be useful.
"Good." Tom ruffled her pink hair hard. "You’re even answering before I ask now. I like that."
"Hehe."
Just like that, another girl had been thoroughly conditioned... happily serving up everything he needed.
"Tom... what do you think about me transferring to Hogwarts?"
The little fox slipped right back into clingy mode, hugging his arm and speaking in a soft, drawn-out, almost sugary voice. "Japan is too dangerous. Who knows when my disaster will strike... staying by your side is the safest."
"Cough—!"
Tom nearly choked.
"You’re still Mahoutokoro’s champion representative. If you transfer now, do you believe the other students and professors won’t try to tear Dumbledore apart?"
"Even if you dare come, he wouldn’t dare accept you."
Right now, Kamio was still firmly in first place. If she transferred, it wouldn’t just throw Mahoutokoro into chaos—other schools would probably start panicking overnight, worried their students would jump ship too.
What, you can’t beat someone so you just poach their student?
Even the most shameless plotline couldn’t top that.
"But I want to stay with you..." she whined, stretching the last syllables deliberately. On anyone less attractive, it would’ve been unbearable, but she somehow managed to keep it from feeling fake or annoying.
"Then just apply to graduate early and stay in the UK," Tom said casually. "There’s still a year left anyway. Wait until the end of this school year."
She thought it over and decided that could work, so she finally stopped pestering him.
With things settled, Tom stood up, ready to leave.
"Oh, right."
He suddenly paused and looked back at Kamio.
"You’ve heard of the Fairy Queen Morgan le Fay, right?"
Kamio was from the late Sixth Era, when everything was already nearing catastrophe. Morgan’s time was even earlier.
Tom had already opened the study space, letting Morgan catch up on what had happened in the Sixth Era after her slumber.
Kamio blinked, thinking for a while before finally recalling who he meant. Then she blurted out, "Oh! You mean that idiot witch who got played by Merlin and King Arthur the whole time and ended up dying of shame?"
"Kill her! Kill her!"
"I want a fox-fur scarf! Fox gloves! I want to eat fox meat!"
Tom let his consciousness slip into the study space, watching Morgan lose her mind with a helpless expression.
Kamio’s blunt summary had landed like a critical hit.
"What do you mean ’died of shame’? I just got tired of playing along with them! The world bored me, so I chose to sleep!"
When the Witch Queen raged, the magic around seemed to respond.
Without Tom intervening, the study space erupted into chaos. Winds howled, thunder roared, and violet lightning flashed through dense storm clouds. A massive swirling vortex loomed overhead, suffocating and oppressive.
Grindelwald, capable of escaping, bolted immediately. Andros and the others didn’t dare provoke her either, retreating straight into the meditation room to wait it out.
Ding!
A ring of silver light appeared in front of Tom, shielding him from all the pressure. He even had the leisure to sip a cup of honey water.
"Why are you taking it out on my fox? Back then she was barely a baby," he said lazily. "If she’s heard of you at all, it’s from family records or elders passing stories down."
"That just means your reputation really stuck."
"The whole world believed you were humiliated to death."
Pfft.
Another clean stab straight into the witch’s already battered heart.
Morgan narrowed her eyes at him. "Pervert. If that fox wasn’t pretty, would you be defending her?"
"Nope," Tom answered without hesitation.
"So I’m not beautiful enough?"
Morgan crossed her arms and deliberately pushed upward. Tom’s gaze wavered for a split second.
"When I revive, I’ll give you little fay of your own. Way better than some fox, don’t you think?"
Tom couldn’t help but feel the future Riddle bloodline was heading in a very... diverse direction. Fox yokai, fay... what’s next, a devil and a fallen angel? Though honestly, he wouldn’t mind a Rias and a Akeno.
Bang.
Tom drained the honey water he found nearby, set the cup down, and his figure began to fade. Before disappearing completely, he left behind a light, careless remark that nearly shattered Morgan’s composure again.
"Adults compromise. Tom Riddle just takes everything."
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For the next few days, Morgan still hadn’t cooled off. Every time she saw Tom chatting and laughing with Kamio, she nagged endlessly in his head.
Tom ignored her, but he didn’t close off the study space either.
No matter what, Morgan would eventually come back to life. Women held grudges. Witches even more so. If he let her bottle it up until then, she’d definitely go after the fox.
Better to give her an outlet now. Once she complained herself out, it would pass.
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By Friday, Kamio showed up at the potions classroom the moment class ended.
Officially, she was there to invite Daphne to try some freshly delivered sashimi. In reality, she just wanted to flirt right under the "main wife’s" nose.
She was way too good at this. Even Tom was starting to feel overwhelmed, already regretting being so upfront with her.
"You two go ahead. The headmaster wants to see me. I’ll join you later."
"Okay."
Daphne nodded and left with Kamio. The young lady was quite fond of this new best friend who kept feeding her snacks every day.
...
An hour later, watching the boy head toward the Institute’s Japanese-style building, Dumbledore couldn’t help but sigh. He muttered to himself, wondering what was wrong with kids these days. Their rebellious phase seemed longer and worse than ever.
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Saturday morning, after breakfast at nine, students poured out of the castle in lines, heading toward the Quidditch pitch. The chatter was nonstop. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students ran ahead with their house banners, full of excitement.
Their Head of House was about to undergo the rank evaluation.
If they passed, Ravenclaw and Slytherin students wouldn’t be able to lord over them anymore. Everyone would be back on equal footing.
Still, a small group of Hufflepuffs looked worried.
Professor Sprout didn’t exactly seem like a duelist. Would she really be okay?
Noticing her students’ concern, Sprout tightened her grip on her wand and exchanged a firm look with McGonagall. Then she gave a decisive nod.
No holding back. The kids needed to see what she was really capable of.
The evaluation was broadcast live again. Tom considered it a favor to the professors, and a way to improve Hogwarts’ public image.
Sure, their Defense Against the Dark Arts professors had been a disaster in the past... but the rest were top-tier in their fields.
And today... the world witnessed just how terrifying two female heads could be when they cut loose.
Inside the Quidditch pitch, in front of countless glowing Lume-Lenses, silence fell. People all over the world broke out in cold sweat.
McGonagall stepped up first. With Tom’s casual "Go wild, break whatever you want" permission, she held nothing back.
She opened with a ground-splitting curse. A deep rumble shook the field as the smooth earth shattered apart, chunks of rock blasting into the air.
Then the rubble surged upward, forming three massive stone giants, each the size of a dragon. Their bodies gleamed with a metallic sheen. One giant per opponent. Each punch they threw crushed targets flat in an instant.
Her style was violent, but no one found it surprising. She was a Transfiguration master, after all.
Sprout, on the other hand, shocked everyone.
With a light flick of her wand, she scattered a handful of seeds. The moment they touched the ground, they burst through the soil and grew wildly, thick vines reaching arm-width in mere seconds.
They resembled Devil’s Snare, but far more aggressive.
Some vines coiled into armor, blocking all incoming spells from the constructs. Others lashed forward like living tentacles, striking back.
Then came the terrifying part.
When hit by spells, the vines didn’t break. They absorbed the energy instead. Even the protective enchantments on the constructs were drained away.
Each vine thickened until it was broader than a python, dark and heavy with power. With a simple twist, the three constructs were crushed into spirals, pieces scattering everywhere.
If that had been a person...
Draco Malfoy shuddered, his face going pale as he shrank behind Crabbe. He nearly dropped the iCodex in his hands.
"...That’s terrifying."
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