Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Tobia was carried back to the house by Irene in a daze. He didn't even have the strength to think about what had just happened until he was fed a fishy liquid into his mouth.

After drinking the blood tonic, Tobia quickly returned to his normal appearance and looked at the bullet that had been taken out and the wound that was healing rapidly with white smoke coming out.

"This is also your method, isn't it? Eileen...you also know that person?! He just called your name!"

"Damn it, how do you want me to believe it! You are harmless?! The wizard... really should be burned to death!!"

The fear and anger almost made Tobia lose control. He looked at his wife who was still sobbing with a ferocious expression, raised his hand and slapped Irene in the face.

After a moment of silence, Tobia looked at his hands blankly, ignoring the flash of joy in his heart, "No...I didn't mean it...Irene...I love you...I love you." of.."

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Dumbledore sat on the chair with a smile, looked up and down at the tired Tom, and pinched his thigh to stop the laughter that was about to burst out.

Wouldn't it be enough if you came to take up the post earlier~ You have to be tortured by the little guy for so long~

You know how painful it was for him to take care of his children!

"Well...Tom~ You can't just drink at the bar here? It's very expensive..."

"... Grindelwald has plenty of Galleons. If you don't want to see him, I can go there for you... Anyway, you have a pensieve here, right?"

After replying in a calm tone, Tom put down his wine glass, pinched his eyebrows, reached out and picked up a crystal bottle from the table and smelled it.

"Dean Slughorn made it? It has a very refreshing effect..."

I really wanted to say that it was a potion made by the Potions Master, but Dumbledore wisely kept his mouth shut, ah yes... just the Potions Master...

Some people are just too wealthy and don't want to waste that time getting a certificate...

After swallowing the sour chocolate, Dumbledore released a complete Patronus with a dark face, and the silver-white phoenix flew around Tom in a circle.

Tom:..........

They're all just birds! His peacock is even better looking! ! !

"Tom~ Why don't you practice Animagus~ With your talent... it should be easy, isn't it~~"

Staring coldly at the damn old bee, Tom sneered disdainfully, "Heh, what's the use of that? To hide or to collect intelligence?"

"Is there anyone in the wizarding world that I fear? Those snakes... I can command them just by moving my mouth... Not to mention that I also invented the flying spell. Do you want to learn it?"

Defeated once again, Dumbledore puffed up his cheeks and turned his head to the side, sullenly starting to drink.

The sane dark wizard is so annoying! Why does such a handsome person have to have a long mouth?

"Sooner or later I will poison you to silence!"

"Albus?! What are you talking about?"

After receiving the message and pushing through the door, Professor McGonagall frowned in disapproval. What happened to Dumbledore? Who would you like to mute if you have such a big temper?

Tom calmly withdrew his gaze and looked at the embarrassed old madman with a mocking look. Hehe, he was so weak...

"Ahem, Minerva... Come on, sit down and talk..." Dumbledore muttered, "Not gentlemanly." Just as he was about to stand up and introduce himself, Tom opposite him had already stood up.

Tom raised his head slightly and pulled the chair next to him, "Minerva McGonagall...I've heard a lot about you from Dumbledore..."

"I assume you know who I am too...right?"

Professor McGonagall quietly looked at Tom and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, what a pity! What a pity! ! When she entered Hogwarts, the senior had already left...

"Thank you~ Mr. Riddle, of course I know who you are... There are many certificates for you in the trophy display cabinet~"

"What's more, Professor Mellors has been comparing us with you before. He feels extremely sorry for your departure..."

"The same goes for other professors. When I was in school, I was always listening to your legend..."

Dumbledore wanted to open his mouth several times to say something, but in the end he could only stare silently at the empty photo frame and say, "Fire me..."

Start firing Tom!

He's not dead yet! ! ! Why doesn't anyone pay attention to him?

No respect for the elderly at all!

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While the conversation was getting heated, Tom frowned and took out the double-sided mirror from his pocket, moving his fingers to block the sounds around him.

"Boss!! Dolohov is crazy! He went to attack some mixed-blood wizards without permission. Radofos and Avery have already controlled them and are now in my manor."

Tom stared at the irritable Coban, squinted his eyes and thought for a while before he recalled who Dolokhov was, that ugly thing with a crooked face...

"I know, wait until I get there..."

Dumbledore saw Tom's unkind expression and waited wisely for the other person to speak first.

"...Do you want to go together? Some people... still can't see the reality clearly..."

"Oh~ Tom, are you trying to let everyone know that the two of us have already united as a front? Is this a reconciliation?"

Tom stood up gracefully and had no intention of paying any attention to the old madman. Reconciliation? He wants to eat shit... He will laugh at this old bee for the rest of his life!

"Forks...Yaxley Manor..."

Professor McGonagall glanced at the real owner of the phoenix, and then at Tom who was holding the phoenix's neck. His eyes flashed and he stood next to Tom.

"Can I go with you?"

Tom:..........

This is...Gryffindor, right?

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The three of them were sent to the gate of Yaxley Manor by Fox. A group of people who had been standing outside for a long time put away their surprised expressions and stepped forward.

Respectfully invite your boss and his 'allies' to enter the gorgeous... dungeon.

"Ahem, boss... we received the news and when we rushed over, this guy was using the Cruciatus Curse... The person he attacked... was little Robert... McGonagall..."

"What!!! Where is little Robert!! How is he!?"

With the desire to kill someone, Professor McGonagall nervously held the wand, and her remaining sense told her not to use the killing curse.

Tom walked towards the person lying on the ground and gasping in pain, pinched the other person's neck, looked into Dolohov's eyes, and looked through the relevant memories in the other person's brain...