Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

After closing the newspaper, Dumbledore rolled his eyes and looked at Tom opposite, tugged on his beard and patted the table with dissatisfaction, "You should have informed me earlier!"

"The robe I wore that day was not my favorite! And...I didn't have time to tie a bow on my beard!"

After muttering "Old Madman", Tom put down his glass, cleared his throat and turned on the taunting mode, "Maybe your bow should be tied around Grindelwald's neck instead of your stupid beard."

"Compared to me...shouldn't you let the sneak attacker inform you in advance that he will be lurking here to carry out his own despicable plan?"

"Or... Dumbledore, he chose to force me to take the path of the 'Purge'? So that you can gain higher prestige?"

"Are you using me as a stepping stone? To achieve your greatness and holiness? Do you want to take a bath in the black lake?"

Touching the tip of his nose in embarrassment, Dumbledore lowered his head and fiddled with his desk, humming without any room for retort, "I'm not familiar with him...how could I know..."

"Not familiar? I think you are too familiar! Be careful if I expose your crazy past..."

With a cold snort, Tom placed the empty wine glass on the table, raised his eyebrows and tapped the glass.

"........."

Silently he stood up and walked to the wine rack. Dumbledore pulled out a bottle of tequila with a pained expression on his face. He smiled pitifully and poured Tom a glass of wine himself.

"The heir of Malfoy is about to enter Hogwarts~ Do you need me to do something? For example, give our platinum nobles some privileges?"

"I would be happy to teach him transfiguration and even some advanced magic in my free time..."

Tom's unruffled look said it all, privilege? He now has a better reputation than the old madman, burdened with centuries of infamy.

When the injustice is redressed, more support will be received, and guilt, sympathy, or other emotions will push Slytherin's reputation to a higher position.

Insidiousness and treachery have now become foresight, and sizing up the situation and protecting oneself wisely are forbearance for the future of the entire wizarding world...

The worship of black magic...that is sacrificing oneself to gain stronger power to protect this place...

"Okay...but I still need to remind you that some people will be carried away by such a turn. If they..."

Seeing Tom's joking expression, Dumbledore closed his mouth in frustration, pulled his beard and cursed 'bastard' in his mind.

"Slytherin is a shrewd, irrational fool who is not worthy of living in this world. The ancestors said it~ What are the criteria for elimination..."

Tom smiled and raised his glass. Without the fine salt on the back of Abu's hand, the tequila became bland...

"Salazar Slytherin will cry..."

"The one who wants to cry more is probably Godric Gryffindor. You'd better pray... that you can see that sword in your lifetime..."

"............. Duel, Tom... take out your wand..."

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Hagrid listened to the noise deep in the Forbidden Forest, covered his ears and turned over. It didn't take a guess to know that it was the teacher-student pair that made such a big noise.

What on earth did Dumbledore do? It's so inappropriate to make the gentle Senior Riddle angry every time...