Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Whether it's Tom or the little wizards, they all have the same expectant expression. The bell has rang. As long as the living target... no, the teaching assistant is in place, the class can begin~

Brown Noel hurried into the classroom. The atmosphere in the classroom... was it a little too weird?

"Sorry...Professor Riddle..."

"It's okay, Noel...come...stand next to me."

Noel wanted to step back, and even wanted to turn around and run back to the dormitory, but he was Gryffindor! He is a brave lion...

What's more, this is Professor Riddle's request...

Tom patted the 'prop' on the head kindly. He thought well. Sure enough, it was Gryffindor who was late... He has such a strong body and can withstand beatings...

"Today I'm going to teach you some little curses. Don't worry...these curses are not as vicious as you think..."

"For example... the burning and burning curse - the pimple curse, the grinning curse - the tickling curse... as well as the crushing curse, the blinking eye curse and the gut-eating curse..."

The more Noel listened, the paler his face became. In his mind, he could not help but recall scenes from the past, his gentle mother, his kind father...

And the serious dean, he, he, he... He hasn't finished his thesis on the transformation spell yet. Can he walk out of this classroom alive today?

After adding five points to Gryffindor, Tom left class and left the fourth floor. Two days had passed and it was time for Dumbledore to return to normal.

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Walking into the principal's office, Tom raised his eyebrows and looked at the dark-faced Dumbledore, "What? It seems like you don't welcome me..."

"...How could it be...I'm so moved that you can come and accompany me, a lonely old man, before it's too late!"

Tom shrugged his shoulders and decided to save some face for Dumbledore today. He pulled out a chair and sat down before getting to the point, "I'm curious..."

"What is the function of Helga Hufflepuff's golden cup..."

Silently putting down the wand in his hand, Dumbledore crossed his hands to cover his mouth, the golden cup... He remembered that thing, it was just the founder...

It is just a golden cup made to leave a message to the house elves at Hogwarts.

But~ He won't tell this directly...

"This item is indeed very useful. Tom, I don't want you to do anything with it..."

Tom stared into Old Bee's eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, and then spoke slowly, "Dumbledore, you know... every time you are planning something in your heart..."

"Your eyes always darken unconsciously, especially when you plot against me... Is touching the bridge of your nose because of a guilty conscience..."

Dumbledore touched his nose again in embarrassment. The grievances in Dumbledore's heart continued to rise. He just wanted Tom to forget what he said that night...

"It's just a cup, made of pure gold. But when I was in school, I heard a legend from an old elf..."

"It's not the rumor that can make delicious food, but... the person who has the golden cup and is recognized by Helga..."

"To make the house elves at Hogwarts...dedicate themselves to loyalty..."

Completely losing interest, Tom rolled his eyes, in order to thank Dumbledore for clearing up the confusion so that he did not have to go to Azkaban...

How can he express his gratitude if he doesn't do something~

"...Albus...can I call you Al~"

"Pfft, cough, cough..."

Dumbledore spat out a sip of honey tea, his face darkened, and he thought very seriously about the possibility of him becoming the Dark Lord.

"Ah~ I'm sorry, I forgot this kind of endearment. I shouldn't have said it, 'Gale belongs to Al alone'... If I remember correctly, that's what I said!"

"............Avada Kadawa!!!!"

A bright green light enveloped the entire office. Tom sneered disdainfully and turned to leave the principal's office. Today is a rare sunny day~

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Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same, even for Tom's godson.

Lucius raised his hands again and helplessly swore to the witch who wanted to kill him, "Bella, I just want to give Sissy..."

"Shut up! Is that what you called Sissi?! Do you think the name Narcissa is not nice?!"

"I....."

After swallowing the curse words that were about to come out, Lucius sighed and waved the wand in front of him with a straight face, "The boring game ends here."

"What exactly do you want to do..."

Putting away her wand, Bella crossed her arms, leaned against the wall and looked at the platinum nobleman casually, "I should be the one to say this..."

"Do you think that, like others, I will...think that you are a 'victim'? If no one supports it, the Carlo brothers will not spread rumors so easily..."

"What's more... I remember that unlucky guy who entered the hospital wing. The one I really 'admired'... was you."

With a deep smile, Lucius shrugged innocently, "I can't control other people's behavior. What do they say and do...what does it have to do with me?"

"Anyway, this matter has become a thing of the past, and you can get rid of the annoying tail. Isn't it... nice?"

Lucius took a few steps towards Bella and whispered softly in her ear, "Bellatrix...your enemy is not me, unless..."

"You want me to change my attitude towards... Narcissa..."

Lowering her eyes and gritting her teeth, Bella waved her hand in disgust. The damn white-haired peacock had already left, but she could still smell the smell lingering in the air.

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Back in the Slytherin lounge, Lucius glanced indifferently at the short, ugly, and stocky Carrow siblings.

Why would such a guy want to follow his godfather...

But it's quite suitable... to be the one to hit Rodolphus.

The noble Malfoy will not let others 'terrorize' him~

"Lestrange... what he needs is an obedient head..."

After muttering something under his breath, Lucius straightened his robe, put on a fake smile and walked towards the quiet Rabstan, "Senior...can you give me some time?"