Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

He began to dance wildly uncontrollably, and Dumbledore helplessly chanted a curse and stopped immediately, raising his middle finger at Tom's leaving back.

"Boring boy..."

Rolling his eyes, Dumbledore sat on the grass, enjoying his own quiet time.

'Dumbledore...when will you fulfill your promise...'

Pushing up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, Dumbledore turned to look at the ghost behind him, "Ms. Grey... you know, I don't have the diadem..."

The deserted ghost frowned impatiently, floated in front of Dumbledore, and looked at the annoying old man with cold eyes.

‘This is what you promised me! It was you who asked me! Tell Tom about the tiara, and the reward... is to return the tiara to Hogwarts! ’

Licking his lips, Dumbledore stood up and put a warming charm on himself. He looked away guiltily. If he said now that he had forgotten...

Will Ms. Gray go crazy?

"...Perhaps Tom has more reason to obey your request than me?"

The pearl-white soul shook, and Ms. Gray's cheeks turned crimson, 'I...can't...this is what you promised, and you must complete it! ’

'Tom...Tom...I...I can't decide against such a person...Maybe I will directly give him the crown as a gift...if he wants...'

After sneering a few times, Dumbledore felt very melancholy. If he could go back to fifty...no...sixty years ago, he would also be a very charming wizard!

When did even the ghosts of Hogwarts become so superficial? !

"I will find a chance to tell him..."

Dumbledore stopped talking to the shy ghost and walked back to his headmaster's tower alone.

Tonight, the number of people whose hearts were critically hit will be +1....

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The next day, Tom took the little wizards to the open space outside the castle. He decided to let the little wizards know...

Magic spell...how to use it...

A group of fifteen-year-old boys and girls formed a semicircle consciously, staring at Tom with twinkling eyes. It seems that their class today will be very interesting~

"Today, I am going to teach you a defensive spell - the Obstacle Spell... There are many obstacles - Impedimenta... This spell is a temporary spell."

"The duration is about ten seconds, so now...can anyone tell me what this spell does and its limitations..."

A Ravenclaw witch raised her hand, and after receiving the signal, she spoke out the characteristics of the Obstacle Spell, "Professor~ The Obstacle Spell is a spell that slows down the movement of the target being cast."

"However, this spell is not effective against Voldemort Bats and Acromantulas. It usually simply fixes a target."

Tom nodded and added one to Ravenclaw, "Miss Keppel is right, but you overlooked one thing. Obstacle spells can also slow down the movement of the cursed object..."

"You can even... make it levitate for a short time... Today, I will let you experience this effect for yourself... After all, you all like to play Quidditch... don't you..."

The little lions cheered and looked at the eaglets who looked very unhappy.

"Hey! Todd, my man, why do you look so bad? Even though Ravenclaw is at the bottom of Quidditch, he doesn't hate this sport so much!"

Todd shook his head with a pale face, suddenly envious of Gryffindor's optimism, "Austin, didn't you hear what Professor Riddle said..."

"Experience it for yourself...Austin...I think we might fall from a high altitude...and then stop the fall before landing...if we make a mistake..."

"........"

"Wow!!! That's so cool!"

Todd: ....

Gryffindor, please die!

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After playing the "pick-up game" with the students for one class, Tom walked back to the castle with satisfaction. He... is really a very qualified professor~

In this way, little wizards will never fall down their arms again...

Tom was sitting in the auditorium. After finishing lunch, he looked sideways and said, "Dumbledore, have you eaten too many cockroaches? Are you about to lose your patience and turn into an active cockroach?"

Dumbledore, who had been scratching his head, put down his hands in embarrassment, pushed up his glasses and moved the chair next to Tom.

"Tom... do you also think that the common property of Hogwarts cannot fall into the hands of individuals?"

"If I remember correctly, you have embezzled a lot of galleons... sponsored by the school directors... Those shiny gold galleons are also 'common property'!"

Helplessly holding his forehead, Dumbledore decided not to beat around the bush, otherwise he would only be the one who was 'injured'!

"Okay, I'd better say it directly...Ms. Grey, please ask me to let you return the crown to Hogwarts..."

After a pause in drinking, Tom's eyes wandered for a moment. He seemed to have forgotten Ravenclaw's relics. Where did he put them?

"...Tom, you must have forgotten where you put it!"

Dumbledore saw Tom's expression and said his guess with black lines in his head. It was a relic of Rowena Ravenclaw!

Slytherin guys, don’t you look down on that crown!

"...I was just thinking, why do you think I will have a crown..."

"Newt is coming. If you... find the crown! Come back! Come! I will hide for you... those experiments you did on magical creatures..."

Dumbledore gritted his teeth and lowered his voice to ask for a deal, "Especially those things done on the holy unicorn...Tom..."

"You probably don't want to admit that you are the one who cut off the bald unicorn!"

Tom curled his lips and snorted in displeasure. He said it was him who did it based on speculation without evidence. This is pure slander!

"And when you were a professor in Ilvermorny, I once heard the young wizards who transferred to another school say that their powerful Professor Riddle... once fought a thunderbird..."

"Newt doesn't want his little pen pal to be someone who can harm magical creatures~ Or do you want to receive a resentful and yelling letter every day from now on?"

Tasting the taste of defeat for the first time, Tom quietly took out his wand from his hand under the table, moved his lips on the snarling old madman, and cast a small curse.

"Ugh...spit the slug curse? Childish...yuck..."