Chapter 260: C260
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Leaving Potter Manor, Tom received the cooperation of Lord Potter and the Aurors in his fight against the Minister and her people.
Although before fully agreeing, Lord Black said that he would need proof of Hortensia's involvement, but that shouldn't be too hard to get.
Of course, they are also technically helping in the fight against Dormammu, but they don't know that, nor will Tom be disclosing that to them either.
Explaining that would then open up questions as to how he knows this along with other things that Tom doesn't want others to know.
It's best that they either find out about that on their own, or never find out at all.
Arriving back in Slytherin Manor through the Floo, Tom calls for his trusty house-elf Mimsy.
"Mimsy!"
*pop*
"Master called?" She appears with a pop and looks to her Master expectantly.
"Take me to your friend Tizzy. I have to get some proof for Lord Black, so we might as well help her while we're at it." Tom tells her.
Hearing her Master's words, a blinding smile blooms on Mimsy's face.
Although she healed her friend before leaving, Mimsy didn't feel right about leaving Tizzy behind like that.
"Yes! Mimsy will take you there immediately." She says excitedly and snatches Tom's hand.
*pop*
With that all too familiar sound, Tom and Mimsy disappeared from Slytherin Manor and appeared in the dilapidated bedroom of Tizzy the elf, who was still sleeping on her rag pile bed in the corner, still recovering from her injuries thanks to Mimsys help.
"That's Tizzy..." Mimsy says sadly as she points to the corner.
Seeing Mimsy's friend in such a condition, sleeping in a dusty old room in a pile of nasty old clothes and rags, Tom turned his nose up in disgust.
This disgust written all over Tom's face wasn't targeted towards the poor injured elf or even the rundown room around him, but towards the person that would leave a living creature in such a place.
"Huh, I can see why you suddenly wanted to help other elves so much, Mims." Tom says as he waves his hand, apparating little Tizzy away.
"I sent her to Slytherin Manor. Have some elves nurse her back to health and keep her there. Don't let her pop away back to her master. Well, it's not like her Master will be here anyway..." Tom says with a shrug.
House-elves are like extreme versions of domestic abuse victims. They will always return to their master, even if that Master is abusive. Hence Toms order to pretty much hold the poor elf prisoner if need be.
Their magic forces them to return unless of course that Master or Mistress fires them or dies. Let's just say Tizzy's Master won't be able to fire her.
Though, Tom has to make use of him before his timely death. He has to solidify his alliance with the Aurors after all.
"Mimsy's on it, Sir!" She says with a sloppy salute and pops away to give the orders to the other elves.
As Mimsy disappears, Tom leaves the shabby room and makes his way through the house.
Strolling into the kitchen, Tom found the owner of the house sitting by the countertop with a fork and knife in hand, eating a steak dinner.
"Hello, I'm Tom Riddle, but I'm sure you already know that. I'm going to have to ask you to come along with me, please." Tom says casually as if he isn't an intruder in another man's house.
Looking at the man more closely, Tom remembered him from his last meeting with the Minister during his Order of Merlin, First Class award ceremony.
Except now he has the whole corrupted by the dark dimension look.
"Huh?" The man grunts in surprise with food still in his mouth.
After a moment of awkward silence, the man reaches for his wand and points it in Tom's direction menacingly.
"Can we not waste time? You should know that I can kill you with the slightest of ease. Even Grindelwald didn't stand a chance. Do you think some secretary, enhanced or not, is going to measure up?" Tom says with a scoff.
Hearing Tom's words, the man ignored him and started firing curse after curse. His enhanced magic thanks to Dormammu bolstering his confidence.
"Sigh, why don't they ever just give up?" Tom mutters as he waves his hand, blocking all oncoming attacks. "You asked for it."
Suddenly, Tom disappeared, shocking the man before him, who still hasn't had the chance to swallow his last bite of steak, and appeared behind him.
*pow*
Sending a solid punch to the back of his head, the corrupted secretary spits out a mouthful of food and gets knocked out cold.
"Eww, that's disgusting..." Tom comments with a sneer as he apparates away with the unconscious body of Tizzy's master.
Arriving back in Slytherin Manor, Tom breaks into his new prisoner's mind and finds out everything he needs to know.
Once he was finished with him, Tom owled the man straight to the Auror Headquarters, where Lord Potter said he would be after their last conversation.
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