Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Thinking about Professor Dumbledore's meaningful eyes, Tom lowered his head and walked towards his cellar. He smelled the familiar fragrance of flowers, looked up at the still noble and elegant person, paused in his steps, then put on a fake smile and nodded slightly. , walked straight past Abraxas and walked into the corridor leading to the dormitory.

"..." After a moment of silence, Abraxas moved his fingers, and finally just said softly, "Good night... little Tom..."

As if he didn't hear the murmur, Tom's movements didn't pause, and he closed the door of his room without any hesitation. He leaned his thin back against the door panel, slowly slid down and sat on the cold floor, "Sweet dreams..." He had no right to say good night, and no reason to say he missed her. Maintaining the status quo was the right choice.

After class the next day, Tom picked up his book and trotted to catch up with the professor who was about to leave, "Professor Mellors, please wait."

Melos stopped and lowered his head to look at the cub in front of him curiously. Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a well-behaved and outstanding child~ Why did he fall into the pile of snakes? It would be a pity not to go to Ravenclaw, with a friendly expression on his face. With a smile on her face, Merles put away her divergent thoughts and put her hand on Tom's shoulder with a smile, "What~ do you want to learn other advanced magic spells from me?"

Nodding his head shyly, Tom stared at the Dark Magic Defense Professor with bright eyes. Unlike Dumbledore, this professor did not mind teaching students attack magic. He agreed with this point. The best defense is It's just an attack, isn't it? As long as you master powerful power, you can easily knock down each other, whether it's a dark creature or an enemy.

"Yes, Professor, if you are willing, and I think... magic should not be divided into black and white. Dark wizards are just... people who lose to their own will. Compared with having the brain controlled by magic, I am more confident. Can control magic."

Melos blinked his eyes quickly. From what the little guy meant, he probably wanted to learn black magic from him, right? If you let other people know about this, you won't be scolded by Principal Armando by the collar? But he was also curious about whether this little guy could do what he said.

After pondering for a while, Merles touched the tip of his nose and waved to the little wizard to follow him. On the way to the office, he wanted to think about what spells he would teach him later.

The two came to the Dark Magic Defense Office on the fourth floor. Mellors locked the door, cast a few spells and then waved the spell. A wooden training dummy floated from the corner to the middle, "In fact, some common Attack magic is also classified as black magic, including the Fire Curse. Once it is successfully released, just like Li Fire, it is difficult to control those flames. You can try it first..."

After listening to the professor's explanation, Tom took out his yew wand, curled it up confidently and elegantly, pointed it at the dummy and released the fire spell. Orange fireballs scattered in all directions. Tom found that he was fascinated by this spell. His control was very good, and he subconsciously concentrated the scattered flames.

‘Papa pa pa’

Gently slapping her palms, Merles was half proud and half emotional, "I dare to swear that you are the most talented student in the history of Hogwarts..." The current situation, whether in the Muggle world or the wizarding world , are all in the midst of a tragic war. Who would believe that the Wiccan Party did not intervene in the Muggle war? This little guy is not in a good situation, "Tom...can you promise me that you won't use the magic spell you learned from me to harm innocent people?"