Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Unable to refute, Tom touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment. Everyone has curiosity. The only difference is... whether they can satisfy those curiosity in the safest way...

"Sir, I think it's better to leave this thing with you, Gray... no... Helena doesn't seem ready to face some... bad memories..."

Taking out the crown from his pocket, Tom watched as the curious old madman who tried to get in close was stuffed into a water balloon and spun around wildly...

And all he can do is probably add a bubble charm to the old bee...

"Don't worry about him, he was fine last time, he was just covered in vomit..."

Tom: .....

The headmaster of Hogwarts is dirty and needs to be replaced.

"Crown..." Gryffindor held the gorgeous crown, as if he had returned to the long past, "At that time..."

"We are all too busy and don't have many helpers. We have to do everything ourselves. Rowena is also responsible for the establishment of the library..."

"After... I have forgotten a lot of what happened after that, but I still remember it, this crown... Rowena's mind has never changed..."

"It's all my fault...I feel sorry for them. My pride made me forget who I should trust..."

Tom glanced again at the old bee who was still spinning, but the water polo... had a few extra things. Hehe, he was worthy of being from Gryffindor...

They even say the same thing, so what does that count? To bear the consequences of wrong decisions? Do you want to make yourself worse than death to atone for your sins...

What would he do if it were him?

Tom lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, he should use the most cruel way to kill the betrayer, and then...

The dead are still buried deep in the soil, leaving only endless resentment...

Harming innocent people is not what the founders want to see.

Maybe he will stay at Hogwarts and find a way to teach everything he knows to people he can trust...

"Ha..." He chuckled in a low voice. Tom raised his head and looked in the direction of the Slytherin lounge. He had the same idea as his ancestor.

"Sir, when are you going to release him?"

"Huh? I almost forgot..."

.................................

Returning to the lake, Tom was at least dozens of feet (more than ten meters) away from the old bee. Even with the cleaning spell, he couldn't get close...

"Ugh... you're going too far... you're doing this to me, damn it! Where's my sword!"

One second he was still crying, and the next second, Dumbledore was so angry that he even wanted to put it in the principal's office!

"What? Old madman, has your brain been replaced by vomit? Doesn't this return the thing to its original owner?"

"Oh! Please, Tom! Are you going to let him wield the sword with his thick arms and legs..."

Tom took a few steps back without giving any warning to the old madman who was still shouting with his back to the lake.

Gryffindor... no, a squid's arms wrapped around Dumbledore again, waving the 'human sword' up and down to prove how flexible it was...

'patta'

The sharp sword and the pale old bee fell to the ground at the same time. Tom didn't hesitate at all. It was just a dead thing with little use...

How can it be compared with a living principal?

"You have hands and feet, and you are still the greatest white wizard. Go back to the principal's office."