Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"Okay..." Mrs. Cole nodded and drank all the wine in the glass. You don't need tuition fees and you can get student funds. You can't miss such a good thing. That guy Riddle is indeed very good. Although she still didn't like that weird guy, "His room is at the end. Are you sure you don't need me to accompany him?"

Putting on his hat again, Dumbledore stood up and put the chair back in its place, "Thank you Madam for your kindness, I need to talk to him alone~"

Walking to the last house, Dumbledore put on a friendly smile, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, "Mr. Riddle?"

Tom nodded, stepped aside and invited the strange middle-aged man in, "Sir, why did you come to see me?"

Seeing the little guy's slightly clenched fists, Dumbledore touched the tip of his nose, took off his hat and sat on a chair. The expression on his face became softer. He was pretty good at dealing with sensitive little guys, "Don't be so guarded." ~ Please allow me to introduce myself first, Albus Dumbledore, professor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, this time I’m here to bring you the school’s admission notice~”

Tom frowned and sat on the edge of the bed. What Hogwarts, a school of magic? Thinking of his own abilities, Tom's eyes flashed. Was that ability magic? However... he would not believe a stranger's words so easily, "Magic? Are you kidding me? Or is this an excuse to put me in a mental hospital?"

Being hit again, Dumbledore had a headache. The matter of that bastard bastard Gellert had not yet been resolved. He had to be busy instructing the students on the transformation spell, and he also had to clean up the bastard's mess outside. Even he couldn't. You will feel deeply exhausted.

Now, can't this little guy simply just nod and believe him, and end this meeting as soon as possible, QAQ

"I will not throw the little wizard into a mental hospital. Maybe we can speak with the facts..." Dumbledore just glanced at the cabinet, and the fire suddenly appeared. Tom opened his eyes wide and looked at the magical scene in front of him. It seems that this The professor was indeed his kind.

wizard? He didn't expect that he was actually a little wizard. Just as Tom was about to speak, the cabinet began to shake involuntarily, and there was the sound of an iron box hitting the cabinet door.

"Well..." Dumbledore put away his smile and looked at Tom very seriously, "It seems there is something here that doesn't belong to you..."

His face stiffened for a moment, and Tom frowned and sighed in his heart. He could see the professor's dissatisfaction. He stood up with his lips pursed, gritted his teeth as he looked at the fire in front of him, reached through the flames, opened the cabinet, and put the little snake in it. Take out the iron boxes for our trophies.

Tom breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he was going to be burned to death. It seemed that he had thought too much. He opened the iron box and laid it on the bed. He was about to explain the origin of the things. When he saw those warm blue eyes turning cold, Then he shut his mouth tightly.

"Mr. Riddle, stealing is not allowed in Hogwarts... What you have to learn is not only to master magic, but also to learn how to use magic correctly. Do you understand?" After finishing speaking, Dumbledore stood up and left. "Tomorrow at the same time, I will pick you up and go to Diagon Alley to buy what you need..."

Tom lowered his head and looked at the things on the bed coldly. The joy just now completely dissipated. He pinched his palms and looked up at the person who was about to leave. "I can still talk to snakes. They listen to me very much."