Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Tom was not interested in the rumors about the little wizards at all, but he couldn't stand that his younger brother's second son actually involved Lucius.

What if some blind thing really believed that the Malfoy heir was cursed and went to taunt Abraxas?

He believed that Abu would never listen to such stupid talk, but he believed even more that the protective Malfoy would definitely ignore him for a few days...

"No...this must not happen..."

Tom's expression was extremely ugly. As an upright and mature man... he simply couldn't do such a thing as 'patience'...

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After running out of Hogwarts again, Tom ran through the night to Lestrange Manor. Fortunately, he still had some sense left.

Otherwise here...

There would probably be a few more house elves who couldn't bear to have their precious collection burned down by the owner who suddenly went crazy and moved it to the open space outside.

Radofos, who was sleeping, felt pain in his left arm. He opened his eyes in confusion and trotted all the way to the door of the manor in his nightgown.

While running, he 'accidentally' opened his collar and shrunk the too-loose robe. He couldn't lose his manners in front of the boss~

? ? ?

Frowning at the rosy-faced, panting fool, Tom took a step back in disgust and sighed helplessly.

How could he not know... Radofus's admiration for him... had changed...

"Boss~~~ It's so late, let's go in and talk..."

Lowering his head obediently, Radofus lowered his voice and tried to sound less hopeful. Whether he could get the profits from the potion industry depends on tonight!

"........."

Without saying anything, he looked away, and Tom decided to use a 'Gryffindor-style' communication, and directly threw a Cruciatus Curse on Radofus.

Without looking at the stupid look on his face as he fell to the ground, Tom raised his head and looked at the night sky, ha~ Mars is really bright tonight~

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The small punishment made Radofos return to normal. He got up and wrapped himself in a robe, his head hanging down in grievance.

"Boss, you are playing tricks on me... You came here in the middle of the night just to use the Cruciatus Curse on me. Isn't it a bit too much..."

"Excessive? Radofus... don't tell me, you still don't know what your son did at Hogwarts..."

Tom tightened his wand again, and kept telling himself that although the fool in front of him was not smart, he was still very loyal to him...

You can't kill them randomly...

Why didn't he go to Keban... and let that hypocritical guy endure such torture?

"Ah??? Son???"

Radofus's eyes were clear and stupid. He scratched his head and blinked rapidly, "Boss...which one are you talking about? Rabstein or Rodolphus?"

"Did those two brats do something? If they fail their homework... they definitely didn't inherit it from me!"

Staring blankly at the gloomy boss, Radofos had no idea that he was once again on the verge of death.

"...Your second son... Radofus, I don't care how you taught him before. From today on, I hope he can see his position clearly..."

"As for what happened, I think Keban will be happy to answer your questions... Go find him, you will know the reason... Go now..."

"........All right.."

Radofos took a few steps forward, then turned back and stretched out his hand with a silly smile, "Hey, boss~ give me a bottle of refreshing potion and glory potion~"

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

It’s not like you can’t be the Dark Lord. No matter where you are, you need a charming and powerful villain, right?

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Wanting very, very much to revise his memory, Tom returned to Hogwarts and stood by the Black Lake trying to calm down.

The fire behind him illuminated the dark lake, and for the first time, Tom had an impulse, an impulse to sue his parents because he had been wronged outside.

Dumbledore is short of Galleons, maybe Old Bee will gladly accept the Lestrange family's coffers?

"Tom... I thought you would come back in a few days. It seems that you were angry at Radofus? I remember him..."

Dumbledore smacked his lips. In his impression, he really couldn't find another Slytherin who could be as 'simple' as Radofus...

"Hmm...cute?"

"Just say he is a hopeless idiot."

Tom closed his eyes and raised his hand to press his temples, which were still beating wildly. "How long will the surveillance game last..."

With no guilty expression at all, Dumbledore looked into the distance pretending to be deep, "You have to be considerate of an old man... The reduction in sleep time has given me a lot more free time..."

"Haha! Isn't it because...you are reading the revised version of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard"?"

Glancing disdainfully at the old bee who was turning day and night upside down, Tom took a deep breath, and the thought of becoming the Dark Lord came up again.

"Ahhh~ I'm so touched..."

Swallowing a yawn, Dumbledore wiped the corners of his eyes, "Tom~ I didn't expect you to care about me so much, but the revised story collection..."

"There are no cruel realities that are "bloody" for the little wizard. This is very consistent with the setting of a fairy tale, isn't it~"

"It's a stupid approach... Rather than believing in illusory beauty, it's better to recognize the real thing sooner..."

Suddenly shutting up, Tom lowered his eyes in annoyance and reflected, what happened to him today that he actually followed Old Bee's words...

What a silly fairy tale to explore!

"Hehe..." Dumbledore chuckled a few times. Looking at Tom's murderous eyes, Dumbledore cleared his throat and turned his head to the side.

"Ahem~ Let's get down to business. Newt wrote to me saying that he will come to Hogwarts soon. I thought... as his pen pal, you will welcome our friend with me, yes ?"

"......"

Completely giving up struggling, Tom nodded expressionlessly... He was just an ordinary professor, who had the right to refuse the principal's request...

only..

"Tarantella..."