Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Tom walked forward slowly with a smile, hooked the end of the wand with his little finger, and bowed gracefully in Brent's frightened eyes, "I accept~ Dear senior..."

Enduring the pain in his body, Brent tremblingly tried to take out his wand. He never thought that this new student would use such a curse. Damn it, he didn't even know how to use it. , where did Riddle learn it?

"Professor Mellors likes me very much~ I thought you knew..." Tom seemed to have seen through the other person's thoughts and gave the answer with a smile. The Dark Magic Defense Professor had given him a lot of guidance in private, especially After expressing himself euphemistically, he received a lot of criticism and insults from Slytherin because of his mixed-race identity.

Those attack spells are not that difficult to learn, aren't they~ If he didn't want to go too far, he would definitely pull out this idiot's bones.

"Riddle~ Where are you?"

Regrettably, he put away his wand. After hearing the sound, Tom glanced at the people on the ground in warning, curled his lips in disdain, turned around, and walked in the direction of the source of the sound.

"Sting and swelling!"

Seeing the figure appearing in his sight, Tom paused in his attempt to dodge. He narrowed his eyes and turned around with a panicked expression. He cried out in pain and fell to the ground, covering his arms.

"Brent, you despicable attacker! I will definitely tell the dean what you did!" Avery trotted over, supported Tom who was under attack, and pouted at his senior with a look of contempt on his face. It was really cool. It's embarrassing enough. "What's more, why is there a guy like you in the Flint family?"

Feeling like his lungs were going to explode, Brent pointed at the two people opposite him and shouted angrily, "Green Avery! When did you become this guy's follower? He was obviously the one who made the first move!"

Avery rolled his eyes, what's wrong with him just liking being a follower? If you don't hang out with promising people, why don't you hang out with these despicable guys who sneak up on you? He's not a fool. Anyone with a discerning eye can see Tom's talent. "I only saw you sneak up on people from behind, you loser."

Avery snorted a few times while helping him to the hospital wing. Most of the freshmen in his class admired Tom. Although he was a mixed race, he was stronger than pure bloods like them. The other party was the cub left behind by a certain big noble.

Tom avoided Avery's hand in a subtle way, with a slight smile on his face, he pulled out the wand and cast the spell on himself. The swollen arm returned to normal, and the burning sensation gradually dissipated, "How did you know that I was called by a senior? In the Forbidden Forest?"

Watching Tom's actions with admiration, Avery frowned in disgust, "I was about to go find Mr. Ogg and saw you in front of his cabin. That idiot has always been hostile to you. Tom, you should stay." I'll take care of your injury and let the dean teach that idiot a lesson."

Still smiling gently, Tom waved his hands indifferently. If the matter came to the dean, he was not sure that some snobbish dean would offend the Flint family for him, "It's just a trivial matter... .There is no need to disturb the dean, next time I will let him know what the stinging curse is..."

Avery shut his mouth tightly and said nothing. When he went to find trouble before, he was taught a good lesson by this person who seemed to be extremely well-behaved. Only a brainless fool would offend a poisonous snake who is good at disguise.