Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

In the largest store in Knockturn Alley, Caractacus Bock stared blankly at the door that was burned to ashes.

If it weren't for that iconic weird robe and the beard pinned to his belt...

He will definitely pull out his wand immediately and use the Death Curse to let the damn 'thief' know who is the reigning king of Knockturn Alley!

pity...

"Dumbledore... madman... this madman... wow..."

Caractacus fell to the ground, hammering the floor with his hands. This was the first time he had been 'robbed' in so many years of business...

"Woohoo .. My Galon .. No more .. No more ... Woohoo .. Old lunatic! You leave the tears of the Phoenix!"

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Dumbledore didn't realize that he had become a robber. He hurried back to the principal's office and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Tom was still there.

"Huh... Huh... Tom... Here you go... Please, together with Minerva, make up for the missing things in Hogwarts..."

Tom picked up the money bag thrown on the table. This... strong smell of black magic... maybe he knew where this old madman got the galleons...

"Dumbledore...have you decided to throw your face to the ground..."

Reaching out and pointing at the crystal bottle held in the old madman's hand, Tom didn't even know how to express his sympathy.

Poor Boginbok...

"Ahem...right..."

Silently putting the crystal bottle away, Dumbledore reached out and summoned the small oil paper bag, "Nick only promised to lend you the Sorcerer's Stone for three days..."

"oh... "

Not as excited as he imagined, Tom opened the oil paper and looked at the red gem in his hand critically, "Three days... that's fine..."

Putting the magic stone into his pocket, Tom looked at the old madman who was still breathing heavily. This guy...

Did they forget that there was... a deal between them?

'boom...'

"Wait! Come back!! Brat! You haven't given me the Galleons yet!!!!"

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His good mood disappeared when he passed by the hospital wing. Tom took a deep breath and walked quickly towards the little wizard who was being supported by someone and had pustules on his face.

"Severus...what are you..."

Bending down and smelling the remaining potion on the little wizard's body, Tom was filled with confusion. He was about to ask something when he heard the footsteps and stepped aside instantly.

"Pomfrey..."

"Merlin! Potions class?! Hmph! Potion to cure scabies? Come in, poor little guy... Every year, new students get injured!"

"Get out of the way, Tom! You're not needed here now!"

The older witch glared at the student who was several years younger than her. Ever since this guy became a professor...

But many little wizards were injured in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes!

"If you send someone in again this year! I'll make you copy the Slytherin Code fifty times!"

Lowering his head in response, Tom inexplicably remembered the days when he was in school. This senior student...

But he used a magic spell to pull out the bones of his arms... and then personally fed the bone spirit he had brewed...