38. Foreign Vampire

Tom put the books he had on the shelves of his library. They were basic magic books and he was preparing to teach Alice magic. At that moment, he realized that Alice had gone home and was now alone.

The echoing silence in the library made Tom think. He was impressed by Alice's enthusiasm and determination to practice magic. However, Tom was heartbroken by Alice's lack of success and the disappointment he felt. He wondered how he could better help Alice.

After putting the last book on the shelves, Tom sat down at a table deep in the library. On the table were old scrolls, spell books, and some personal notes. Tom picked up one of the books. He flipped through the pages but found nothing useful.

Taking a deep breath, he put the scroll back on the table and took out a notebook. He began to prepare a training schedule for Alice. It included an introduction to magic, basic spells, energy control and meditation techniques. He planned each step carefully so that Alice could progress slowly and gain confidence in herself.

When Tom finished his training plan for Alice, he closed the notebook and got up from the table. He would do his best to help Alice develop her magical abilities. With a sense of peace, he turned off the lights in the library and left the room.

That night, before he went to bed, he remembered the glimmer of hope in Alice's eyes, and an involuntary smile appeared on his face. He really wanted Alice to succeed. But even if she didn't, her value in Tom's eyes would not diminish.

Gradually, Tom felt that he had other feelings for Alice. At first he had thought it was passion and admiration for Alice's beauty. But now he began to realize that something had changed.

He thinks his feelings might be a weakness, but the possibility of such a weakness doesn't bother him now. Tom fell asleep in his thoughts.

In the morning, Riddle awoke early and returned to the library. He reviewed the training plan he had prepared for Alice and made a few additions. After making sure everything was perfect, he decided to make a wand suitable for Alice's magic. To make a wand, she needed to find the most suitable tree.

She knew that the tree used to make the wand was very important. Each tree had a different energy and magical power. Alice decided to go to the forest to find the best tree.

She did not want to waste time walking, so she materialized somewhere in the forest. A snake had caught a mouse and was eating it. Tom took a look at the snake and then started walking deeper into the forest.

He could see the trees growing taller and taller. The trees reached up to the deep blue sky. Tom liked it here. For someone who had lived with trees most of his life because of his hatred of Muggles. This forest was familiar.

Riddle began to move forward, stepping on the grass on the ground. The grass here was a little short because it didn't get much sun, and when he examined the trees around him, he couldn't find anything useful. Even his own wand could barely withstand the power of magic. If he cast the strongest spells he could, the wand would shatter into pieces before it could withstand a single spell.

It seemed reasonable to use a bone wand like the old one. He could use the bones of the vampires and shapeshifters he had seen so far.

Tom's POV

How hard can it be to make a wand? I couldn't even make mediocre wands before and now I'm trying to make them. Tom put his hand on the pine tree next to him and began to examine it. It was a young tree compared to the others. But unfortunately, this tree did not have what Tom was looking for.

 It looks like I should use a vampire bone. America's vampires don't burn in the sun, and they seem to be stronger than ordinary vampires. They might be an effective material for making a new wand. Tom walked for so long that he came to a cliff. He looked down and saw that it was very high. There were rain clouds in the sky. The blue sky had given way to clouds. It was getting dark. It was almost evening.

At that moment there was a great flash of lightning in the sky. The light from the flash was enough to illuminate everything. A few seconds after the lightning struck, it began to rain. The downpour began to soak everything.

I thought it was supposed to be sunny today. Tom thought as he looked at the rain. He had read in the weather forecast that it would be sunny. He waved his wand and stopped the rain from falling on a transparent barrier. If he had used his magic, it would not have been difficult to stop the rain.

Tom watched the sky, not caring about the rain. He closed his eyes and raised his wand.

_______ One Minute Ago Elsewhere ______

Someone was moving through the forest at a high speed. That speed was faster than the average vampire. This person was wearing a Volturi outfit. This vampire was on his way to the Volturi headquarters.

The mission the Volturi gave him was to investigate a cave, but when he got to the cave he met a strange old man. He held a piece of wood in his hand and shot a green beam at him. The young vampire didn't understand what it was, but his instincts told him it was dangerous, so he ran away.

His mission was just to explore the area. The young vampire had decided not to go into battle because he didn't want to deal with the old man.

After all, killing or capturing the man would bring him nothing. He was not eager for this mission anyway. He wouldn't have set foot in a place like this without orders from the Volturi.

Unfortunately, the vampire did not know that today was the unluckiest day of his life.

As he walked through the forest, he stopped when he caught the scent of a human. He had not been able to feed for a long time, as he had been busy with a job assigned to him by the Volturi. The smell of blood attracted him too much.

The vampire began to run at high speed towards the human. After about a minute, he saw a man with his back turned. Just as he approached to kill him, he felt as if he had hit a wall and was unable to kill the man with his back turned.

The vampire could not understand what was happening. The man with his back to him had one hand in the air, holding a long, thin stick. At the end of the stick was a small light.

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Riddle turned to the vampire behind him and pointed his wand at the vampire in front of him.

The vampire couldn't move, no matter how hard he tried. No matter how hard he tried to speak, he couldn't. If he could move, he would have run away without looking back. Or if he could speak, he would have begged the dangerous man in front of him for his life. Thanks to his senses, he realized that he was on the verge of death.

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