Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

But if he was his godfather and also his professor, it would be double the torture!

"Why should people grow up? I want to go back to before I was four years old..."

"Do you need a shrinking potion? But I can't guarantee that you will return to what you are now, especially with your small brain capacity."

Severus dropped a sarcastic sentence, glared at the enterprising white-haired bastard, and quickly followed Tom who was walking away.

He has many questions to ask Mr. Riddle. Maybe he will be allowed to enter the potion room today...

Since the last crucible explosion, he has been strictly prohibited from making potions before entering Hogwarts!

"Hehe... Hehe... the poisonous little bat..."

Rolling his eyes, Lucius slowed down and stood at the edge of the garden, looking at the Queen of Night all over the ground and... the white peacock walking leisurely in the garden.

"Tsk... I'm not a white-haired peacock... a little bat..."

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Severus knocked on the study door, received a response, opened the door and walked in, "Sir...can I brew potions? I promise to start practicing from the basic level..."

Closing the book, Tom raised his eyebrows. He did not rush to answer, but carefully looked at the little wizard who looked more and more like Irene...

Except for the tall aquiline nose.

"If my memory is correct, you blew up a crucible just a few months ago...I don't think..."

"You can handle such dangerous and delicate things now, Severus. I recognize your talent, whether it is in potions or spells..."

"But you have to know that I don't recommend you do this before you get your own wand."

He lowered his head and remained silent. Severus knew this very well, but he couldn't relax and live here shamelessly and comfortably.

"Sorry, sir, I caused you trouble..."

Knocking on the table, Tom looked at the humble little wizard, and inexplicably thought of his young self, who could be luckier than whom...

"...Severus...come and sit here...perhaps you would like to know what kind of person Irene used to be..."

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Eyes shining, Severus pursed his thin lips tightly, suppressing his excitement, Mr. Riddle told him...

My mother once served as Captain Gobstone in Slytherin College. My mother's favorite place was an abandoned classroom on the fifth floor...

Mother... she once easily brewed perfect potions that even many adult wizards could not make...

He wanted to see with his own eyes Irene, the eldest lady of the Prince family.

"Hogwarts hides many secrets, and there are also many traces left by people we know well..."

Tom picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Perhaps it was too similar. He was much more patient with Severus than other little wizards.

"After you enter there, you can search for yourself... maybe you will find something left by Irene there..."

"But... maybe we can find the parchment on which she cursed someone. Irene... she has... cursed many people..."