Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Tom walked at the end of the line, following the freshmen to the Slytherin lounge in the cellar. When he heard the chief's command of 'pure blood', he raised his eyebrows and curled his lips unhappily. He was eating in the auditorium. At that time, he heard some remarks that were not polite.

It seems that discrimination and targeting still exist in the wizarding world. Tom glanced at his second-hand school robe, lowered his head and followed the chief's instructions, walked into the corridor and found his dormitory.

After looking at the dormitory where he was going to live for seven years, Tom curled up his lips. The single room was pretty good too. At least he didn't have to live with those guys with upturned nostrils. The room was much bigger than the one he lived in the orphanage. .

With a simple hand, Tom picked up his bed. He stretched out his hand to touch the silver embroidered sheets and turned around to lie on the soft bed. It was so good~ Hogwarts was simply his dream home. He didn't have to worry about going hungry and didn't have to worry about next time. Go outside and beg for alms from others after a meal.

Stretching out his little hand, Tom looked through his fingers at the silver lantern hanging above his head. "I will definitely become a respectable person like Professor Dumbledore!" He held his open hand suddenly and stood up. Go to the desk and read the "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" again.

Although he was already familiar with the content in the textbook, Tom still listened very carefully to each professor's explanation. Some of the spell-casting techniques that he was not able to use proficiently. After the professors' explanation, he was able to better understand and think of the magic he saw. After hearing the law that "the ability cannot bring the dead back to life", Tom was a little disappointed. It seemed that magic was not omnipotent, so could he escape death?

"Riddle, please tell me about the first item in Gamp's basic law of transformation..."

Hearing his name, Tom came out of his thoughts and looked up at the helpless Professor Dumbledore. He felt a little guilty for no reason. He stood up and recalled the contents of the book, "Food cannot be conjured out of thin air, but if If you know where the food is, you can summon it, and if you already have some, you can transform it or increase it."

Dumbledore nodded appreciatively, "Very complete explanation, plus one point for Slytherin~ But..." Blinking playfully, Dumbledore looked a little hurt, "My class really made me happy." Are you so bored that you zone out? This really makes me sad..."

Pursing his lips and not knowing how to explain, Tom lowered his head and apologized softly, "I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't think that..."

With an expression of a successful prank on his face, Dumbledore grinned and returned to his cheerful look, motioning the little guy to sit down and continue his explanation.

Tom listened carefully to every word of the professor. He could no longer let Professor Dumbledore disappoint him. He got the match he wanted to use, waved his wand to conjure a shining silver needle, and stared at him with shining eyes. He looked at his professor.

Holding the silver needle on the table and looking at it for himself, Dumbledore blinked his eyes. Under the look of the little wizard begging for praise, Dumbledore once again added points. He turned around and continued to instruct other students. It was so similar, really. They are so similar. He is extremely talented and handsome, and coupled with his forbearing personality, he is exactly like Gellert, who is a few sizes younger.

Dumbledore gritted his back molars bitterly. He still needed time to observe again. Since the beginning of school, his colleagues had a very good impression of this handsome student with excellent academic performance, but he always felt that there was something wrong with him. There was something wrong, maybe it was a secret that only he knew? Parseltongue... This is a troublesome thing. The Gaunts are a bunch of lunatics.