Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"Now, stand in two rows..."

Tom turned the table and chairs into soft cushions and placed them behind the little wizard. He summoned a bunch of quills to float in the open space in the middle. "I believe you all know the basic transformation spell..."

"So in this lesson, two people work in pairs, one party attacks, and the other party uses the transformation spell to offset the magic spell... I will not limit the magic spells you use, but..."

"If anyone wants to 'show off' his 'strength', then I will teach him... what true black magic is."

Looking at the colorful magic in boredom, Tom lowered his lips in a vague manner. Can this be called a curse?

Ah, yes, yes... vomiting slugs is indeed disgusting...

"Are the things around your necks used to increase your height? Is this how the disarming spell is recited? I really feel sad for your relatives..."

"Can that kind of thing be called a slate? Ha... are you doing this because you want to shame Professor McGonagall..."

"Tsk, is this the only level? Are you planning to retire at Hogwarts? Stay and learn magic with your grandson?"

"........."

The Gryffindor little lions admired the Slytherin opposite them so much for the first time. They were almost ashamed to death. The guy opposite could still keep his face straight.

You must be used to it, right?

Can Professor Riddle be the principal? He is very kind outside the classroom...

When get out of class was about to end, Tom left a series of book titles on the blackboard and looked gently at the little wizards who were busy writing, "One month later..."

"I hope to see you hand in a perfect paper...about how to flexibly use defensive spells and offensive magic...After that, I will conduct a one-on-one assessment on you."

Leaving the wailing little wizards behind, Tom rubbed his temples and left the classroom. He knew why Dumbledore left so frequently in the first place.

Facing these wasteful and lovely students every day, his lifespan will definitely be greatly shortened.

"Hey~ Tom...are you also going to take a walk by the Black Lake?"

Looking up at the old bee with a phoenix smile in front of him, Tom narrowed his eyes, his intuition told him...Dumbledore definitely did it on purpose...

A chance encounter? This kind of thing can't happen!

"You are still as bad as ever. Are the people in the 'Tower' too lonely?"

Dumbledore took a deep breath and cheered for himself silently in his heart. He was here to make this brat angry. If he was angry, he would lose...

"Oh haha~ It's not so much loneliness, it's more boring~ I can't teach my lovely students, too leisurely life will make people lazy~"

"I really envy you...Tom~ Every day is so fulfilling..."

Tom looked at the calm lake. He could forgive Dumbledore for going crazy, "You should indeed be envious. After all, you haven't experienced a 'fulfilling' life for decades..."

Understanding the pun, Dumbledore shook Fawkes off his shoulders and healed the claw marks on his face, "You won't have any friends like this..."

"Ah~ It's much better than imprisoning one's 'friends'..."

After calmly replying to the old bee, Tom put on a victor's smile and looked down at the slumped-faced Dumbledore, "Speaking of friends..."

"I hope you will introduce Nico Flamel to me... I have some questions and I need this legendary alchemist to answer them for me."