Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Volga twitched the corner of his mouth and slapped Orion on the back of the head, "Don't think so much, Abraxas will not allow this to happen."

"Making Rael his godson is the most correct choice. This will be his greatest support... As for the rest, I don't care."

"Even if the Black family is destroyed... that will happen after you and I die. Who will care? Do you want to abandon me and escape from the illusion? Become a ghost here!"

Immediately giving a flattering smile, Orion blinked innocently, "How could that be? The Black family...are not cowards who are afraid of death."

"Dear~ When you stare at me... you're really charming~ Hehehehe..."

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Completely unaware that he was being treated as a hidden danger, Vidi huddled in the corner and cursed his 'makers' in a low voice, "Assholes, bastards, bastards..."

"I'm not a house elf. I just came back from France and they want me to live in Knockturn Alley...why don't you burn me to death..."

Abraxas moved his body to make himself more comfortable. After all, Vidi looked a lot like Tom...

His lover would not be so... innocent.

Tom pursed his lips and stepped forward, kicking the idiot in the back, "If this is your wish, I can make it come true for you!"

"What's going on with Bagman and his son? Don't tell me, you haven't established a relationship with them yet!"

Getting up from the ground with a groan, Vidi clicked his tongue and put on the same mocking expression after returning to normal, "You're right..."

"Gamblers don't deserve mercy. Old Bagman has taken the bait and thinks that the head of the Lestrange family is a fool with only Galleons."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I don't even know who to sympathize with. It won't be long before the Hornets will welcome a younger hitter..."

Tom nodded, sat back on the sofa and picked up the tea cup. Peace... has always been an illusory delusion, especially in the wizarding world.

Various races gather together to strive for more benefits for themselves and to live a better life. Only by triggering a war...

Just find any reason, even a very ridiculous one...

"I promised Remus that I would solve the werewolf problem for him..." Tom showed a smile and fixed his gaze firmly on the ugly-faced guy.

"So...if you don't want to go to Knockturn Alley, you can choose to go to the werewolf gathering place..."

Leaning back again, Abraxas quickly picked up his tea cup and said, "It's a good thing the little guys aren't here, otherwise Tom's majesty would be much reduced."

'Hiss~ Abu~ Abu~ I want to eat grilled lamb chops! '

Abraxas glanced at the Parseltongues who were shooting death curses at each other, sighed and reached out to stroke the snake's head, "Nagini... I'm not a Parselmouth..."

"But I guess you want to eat? How about roast suckling pig this time?"

'No~ no~ it's too oily! '

Nagini flicked her tail to express her dissatisfaction, 'Tom is so childish, Abu~ I tell you...'

'I heard that when Tom was a child, he hated crying children the most, but there were times when he would hide in the grass and cry secretly...'