Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

After sleeping until the afternoon, Dumbledore groaned while covering his head that was about to burst, and reached out to summon the glasses that he had thrown away somewhere.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, his expression was extremely ugly. He... was going to die! !

Reaching out again to summon the hangover potion, the headache quickly subsided. Dumbledore picked up the wand expressionlessly and pointed it at his temple.

"As soon as I forget..."

"I'm in, Albus..."

Newt, who had some gray hair, pushed open the door, tilted his head curiously, and touched the bridge of his nose with many freckles, "What did you do yesterday?"

"........."

Narrowing his eyes dangerously, Dumbledore stood up and waved to restore the layout of the office, "Welcome...my friend..."

"Have you already met Tom?"

Newt sat opposite Dumbledore and nodded happily, "Yes~ Tom knows a lot about magical creatures, but it's a pity..."

"Tina doesn't want me to travel around the world anymore. She likes the peaceful life now. Otherwise, I will definitely drag Tom along and go on adventures with him~"

"What else...did you say anything else..."

Still tensed, Dumbledore stared into Newt's eyes, never letting go of his hand holding the wand. If Tom revealed his ugly behavior yesterday...

Wizarding World.....

The most terrifying Dark Lord will be ushered in! The Dark Lord named....Albus Dumbledore! ! !

"what?"

Newt scratched his hair. He didn't understand why Dumbledore was so guarded. "I didn't say anything. When I came, I didn't see you at the door..."

"Tom brought me in. He said you were not feeling well, so he invited me to his office. We chatted for a while. He thought you should wake up, so I came to see you..."

Returning to the amiable headmaster, Dumbledore smiled and stroked his beard, "He is a very caring person. It seems that you are very happy to get along~"

"That's right..." Newt blinked and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Although he didn't know the reason, just now... he did feel that he had stepped into the coffin...

"what is this?"

Picking up the shining crown on the table, Newt rolled his eyes helplessly before he could take a closer look.

"mean..."

"Feel sorry..."

Dumbledore looked at the crown carefully, raised his head and stubbornly refused to shed tears. He paid so much for such a shabby and precious treasure...

It's really too much, too much...

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Not getting any useful information from Mr. Scamander, Tom stood by the window and sighed melancholy.

Does he still have to go to Azkaban to find the house elf who 'poisoned' his master...

"It seems...it's not impossible..."

After all, Heqi was once Mrs. Smith's house elf, and that... overly plump old lady once said that she was a descendant of Helga Hufflepuff...

"Ministry of Magic...Dementors..."

In the corner of his mind, Tom dug out records about the history of magic...

Ulric Gump...the Minister of Magic who took office in 1707. His portrait was hung with a permanent binding spell in the Muggle Prime Minister's Office at No. Downing Street...

It is also the medium of communication between the Muggle Prime Minister and the leaders of the Ministry of Magic.

The minister who defined the Unforgivable Curse, his successor after he stepped down, Damocles Rohr, was the one who implemented the plan of dementors to guard Azkaban...

When he thought that he was about to set foot in a harsh place, Tom's expression became a little strange. He remembered...

Dauphin Rol...one of his younger brothers complained to him more than once...

One of his long-dead elders was ousted from office due to the condemnation of the International Federation of Magicians...

The ministers who succeeded him after this tried to ban wizards from marrying Muggles during their reign, and he...had...

I heard a certain portrait lament that if a fool hadn't been too radical, he wouldn't have become an outcast so early...

"It seems that idiot's name is Perseus Parkinson..."

Closing his eyes, Tom felt deeply about the glorious history of the Malfoy family. The words spread in the wizarding world were indeed true...

Behind every Minister of Magic, you can always see Malfoy.

Their fingerprints are clearly printed on the sin-stained wand...

"...well done..."

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Putting the gold cup aside for the time being, Tom looked at the date. There were still a few months until Christmas, so next...

It's time for him to devote all his energy to work again~

What should I teach? The Crushing Curse or the Fire Curse?

Or lower the difficulty a bit and teach some harmless curses?

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The class time has not yet come, and Tom is already sitting in the classroom, waiting for the arrival of the little wizards. He wants to choose a lucky person today~

You know, there are so many people who want to be his assistant...

"Ah...Professor Riddle!"

"Professor, you came too early. I thought we were late..."

"That's right~ Then Professor Riddle, in order to make up for our frightened hearts, can we have a practical class today?"

Tom smiled and nodded, raised his chin slightly, and motioned for the little wizards to sit down, "Of course~ But first you need to keep quiet..."

"But today, I need a latecomer as an assistant..."

"......Professor, are you talking about a living target?"

Having been with their dear professor for six years, a certain bolder Hufflepuff student told the truth with an honest face.

Tom walked up to the talking little badger, he remembered this guy... seemed to be from some South Side?

"Lance... do you know Gallagher... or anyone from the Milkovich family?"

"Hey hey hey..."

Still wearing a pure and honest expression, Lance smiled and said nothing.

"Haa...Hufflepuff..."

Thinking of the past, Tom's smile became a little more nostalgic. Back then...Ian always smiled like this, a very confusing guy...

He was very happy and grateful to the two guys for not letting go, but for standing firmly behind him...