Harry potter:Dark lord

It's the hour. It's 00:00 in the morning. New merchandise has appeared in the store!"

Robert put down the spellbook, cleverly hidden as Oliver Twist, and immediately summoned the system mall.

[Product 1: Energy Potion 50ml (unlocked) 5 Merit Points]

[Product 2: Top-quality Memory Potion (unlocked) 100 merit points]

[Refresh Time Countdown: 23 hours, 59 minutes, 30 seconds]

[Merit Points: 165]

[Dark Lord Achievement: Not Achieved]

At first glance, these two items seemed relatively unremarkable.

Robert casually glanced through the descriptions.

[Energy Potion: This 50ml potion is designed to energize the user, preventing fatigue for 48 hours. It is recommended to take it in moderation. Overuse may result in drowsiness. If side effects occur, please seek treatment at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sicknesses.]

"This is just a fortified version of coffee," Robert thought, staring at the energy potions in the mall interface. He felt a sense of familiarity. "Coffee and such... I used to drink a lot of it for work."

Then, Robert turned his attention to the second product.

He noticed that unlike the energy potion, the memory potion did not specify a dosage.

[Top-grade Memory Potion: An exclusive product produced by the system. After consumption, it greatly enhances the user's memory. The effects are permanent.]

Though the description was brief and direct, Robert's eyes sparkled.

A person's memory is one of the most important assets for learning. A good memory can significantly aid both academic and research endeavors. Plus, this potion promised permanent effects!

While Robert couldn't be sure how significant the improvement would be, he didn't hesitate to purchase the memory potion for 100 merit points.

Reflecting on his current 165 merit points, he couldn't help but feel thankful to Mr. Riddle for his continued selfless contributions. Without Riddle, these merit points would not have accumulated so quickly.

Robert felt the familiar warmth in his palm, and soon, a small, transparent glass bottle appeared. He uncorked it and sniffed it. It was colorless, odorless, and seemed no different from ordinary water.

Without further hesitation, Robert tilted his head back and poured the potion into his mouth.

He smacked his lips. It tasted like distilled water—bland and neutral.

At that moment, the small glass bottle in his hand suddenly dissolved into a spot of light and vanished, seemingly absorbed back into the system.

Robert remained still, scanning his body for any changes. But there was nothing special—he felt as though the potion had been nothing more than ordinary water.

A little confused, he decided to wait. After some time, he picked up the spellbook again, turned to an unfamiliar page, and started skimming it.

It didn't take long before Robert felt the effects of the potion. He had barely glanced at the page, and yet, the words and illustrations seemed to imprint themselves into his mind as if he had read them a hundred times over!

The memory potion's effects were even more powerful than Robert had imagined. His memory had been significantly enhanced. It was as though everything he read or saw was instantly committed to memory.

Robert grinned. The 100 merit points had been well spent. He silently thanked Tom for his "generous" contributions.

Next, he purchased the energy potion and, lifting a tile under the carpet, hid it in a small compartment alongside a fresh fish he had bought earlier.

As he tucked the potion away, Robert glanced at his remaining 60 merit points. While Tom had proven to be a reliable source of merit points, it was still too slow. Robert decided he'd need to find new ways to earn merit points starting tomorrow.

As for tonight...

Robert eyed his uncomfortable iron bed, then moved the carpet again, pried open the floor tiles, and retrieved the energy potion.

"Why sleep long when you're alive? You should sleep forever after you die," he muttered.

Armed with his enhanced memory and "super coffee," Robert felt compelled to study hard in gratitude for Mr. Riddle's selfless dedication.

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Several days passed quickly.

This afternoon, a knock sounded at the orphanage's door.

"Boom boom boom…"

Ellie quickly set down a tray of iodine and rushed to answer the door.

A tall, thin man, looking somewhat weary, stood outside. His unusual appearance immediately caught Ellie's attention. He wore an elaborate dark purple velvet suit that looked odd, and his reddish-brown hair and beard gave him a distinguished but peculiar look.

"This must be a lawyer or a professor, or something..." Ellie thought, uncertain.

The man greeted her with a warm smile. "Good afternoon. I have an appointment with Mrs. Cole, I believe. She is the dean here?"

"Oh... please wait a moment." Ellie turned and called out, "Mrs. Cole..."

From a distance, a loud response came. Ellie turned back to the man. "Come in, she's coming right over."

The man entered the corridor, which was paved with black and white tiles, and quietly surveyed the surroundings. Despite the dilapidated appearance of the orphanage, everything was spotless, revealing the dedication of the staff.

Before the door was fully closed, Mrs. Cole hurried over, her face tired. She spoke to a girl in an apron as she approached.

"… and take this iodine bottle to Martha upstairs. Billy Stubbs is picking at his scabs, and Eric Willie is drenched in sweat, but we prioritize the chickenpox…"

Before Mrs. Cole could finish, she stopped short upon seeing the tall man in front of her, surprised by his unusual attire.

"Good afternoon," the man said, offering his hand. "My name is Albus Dumbledore. I wrote you a letter of appointment and was kindly invited to come today."

Mrs. Cole paused, dazed for a moment, and then said, "Oh... yes, I recall the appointment. Well, let's talk in my office."

Dumbledore smiled politely, following Mrs. Cole.

At the corner of the stairs, Robert watched them with a smile.

Dumbledore had finally arrived!

Although Dumbledore appeared young, his distinctive features—tall, thin frame, crooked nose, and blue eyes—made it easy for Robert to recognize him. There was no one else fitting that description at the orphanage at this time.

Beside Robert, Tom, wiping the stair railing reluctantly with a rag, couldn't help but notice Dumbledore's odd appearance.

"Who is that guy? His clothes are ridiculous... Has his nose been broken?" Tom commented.

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