Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Giving up arguing with the old madman, Tom pulled out his chair, sat down, and spoke his thoughts slowly.

"How's it going? Exam week brings more than just pressure... the enthusiasm of the little wizards for learning has also increased a lot. If they can take an assessment every month..."

"They're going to fall apart, Tom..."

Dumbledore wiped his cold sweat and expressed his sympathy for the students of Hogwarts. "Just the new rules last time have already made the little wizards want to curse me..."

"This time, no matter what you say, I will not agree to this proposal. If you can, ask the school directors to remove me as the principal!"

Shrugging his shoulders indifferently, Tom was not surprised by this result. To put it bluntly, he was just a little bored.

"Okay~ Then continue to implement your 'happy education'... Remus will enter school in a few years. What are your plans?"

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes. Originally, he was going to treat the poor little werewolf well, but now...

Even in the future, if the wizarding world starts a war again, maybe he can use Remus's identity as a hybrid werewolf to convince the werewolves to side with him.

pity...

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Glancing at the leisurely Tom, Dumbledore took off his glasses and slowly wiped the lenses with his robe, "...will you trust him?"

"A poor little wizard who turned into a werewolf out of revenge..."

While he was fiddling with the silverware on the table, Tom heard the word 'trust' once and glanced at Old Bee with contempt, "Ha... he doesn't need my trust..."

"But your... Dumbledore... His name has been recorded in the Book of Access since the day he showed his magical talent."

"I don't think anyone among us can refuse him entry here..."

Nodding, Dumbledore took out a book from the drawer and quickly turned to one of the pages, "But in order to prevent more tragedies from happening, we still need to take more countermeasures..."

Tom took the book and saw the picture of a plant frantically waving a note on it. His eyelids jumped wildly. He took a deep breath and closed the book.

"The Whomping Willow? Is this what you came up with? Haha... I'm looking forward to the day when those stupid lions with strong curiosity... will have their bones broken..."

"Hey, of course there are others~"

Dumbledore pulled out a piece of parchment, unfolded it and pointed at the architectural diagram on it, "Look here~~ As long as you follow this secret passage, you can enter the 'Screaming Shack'..."

"At that time, I will plant the whomping willow at the entrance here, and spread the horror stories of this 'haunted house'. Every full moon night after that..."

"Remus just needs to enter here in advance, and the exit at the other end... With Aberforth in Hogsmeade, no one will run there randomly..."

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The two discussed the details carefully, and Tom stood up to leave. His robe was heavy, and he looked back with a dark face at the old madman who was throwing himself on the table, grabbing his robe and not letting go.