Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Lying at the desk writing and drawing, Tom looked at his schedule with satisfaction. Next year he will be eligible to enter the dean's 'Slug Club'. By that time, he will come into contact with more people who are beneficial to him. What he has to do now is to go to Professor Mellors every weekend to learn the magic spells that will not be taught in class.

His finger slid to the place where the wand was written. Tom squinted his eyes and frowned, thinking, where is the wand with the snake wood body and the inner core of the basilisk horn buried? Do you really want to go abroad after graduation? After shaking his head, Tom took back his divergent thoughts. Compared with the wand, the secret room was more important.

Getting up and grabbing his wand, Tom quietly slipped out of the lounge. As long as he wasn't discovered, it wouldn't be a violation of the rules, right~ It was the little wizard's nature to wander at night.

Walking cautiously in the empty corridor, Tom didn't even dare to use the fluorescent spell. The administrator, Mr. Rankless Carp, was not a good-tempered person. If he found someone wandering at night, he would directly use the magic spell to kill him. The little wizard tied himself up tightly and moved forward more carefully. Tom walked all the way to the fifth floor, and his keen ears caught the sound of slight footsteps.

'Tsk, what a bad luck...'

Muttering something in a low voice, Tom looked around and caught a glimpse of a mirror. He didn't know what he was thinking. He ran directly towards the mirror. Just like passing through the pillars on the platform, he penetrated directly through the mirror and came to a place. A small room filled with books.

Tom didn't dare to make a sound. He stood aside and listened to the movements outside. He didn't relax until the footsteps faded away. He turned around and looked at the room carefully. The decorations were basically khaki and black, very Hufflepuff. College style.

Picking up the parchment on the table, Tom unfolded it and found that it contained information about the ferret. It is a magical creature of the Say a few short, blunt sentences...'

'Lita is really persistent. I can't stop her experiment at all. You know, the character of the squid is not very good. If others know about it, it will definitely cause us a lot of trouble. But she is me. A good friend, no matter what happens, I will stand by her...'

After re-rolling the parchment and putting it aside, Tom flipped through the contents on the table. They were all written by one person, the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", the famous magical zoologist—Newt. · Scamander.

Unexpectedly, the secret room he was looking for turned out to be Mr. Scamander's secret base when he was in school. Tom didn't know whether to say he was lucky or regretful. He was not very interested in magical creatures, unless it was the legendary basilisk.

But... Tom thought about the news he heard from other people, and became a little interested in this expelled senior. In 1926, this gentleman caused a commotion in New York, USA, and he might have some influence on Iraq. The Magic School of Witchcraft and Wizardry knew something about it. If they could use magical creatures to close the distance between him and Mr. Scamander...

So as to find out what he wanted to know, these annoying magical creatures can also be regarded as useful guys. Thinking of this, Tom sighed with a straight face, sat on the chair and flipped through these observation diaries, all for Si Lytlin's wand, so...

"I will never like Lecrota in my life! How can a deer have such a big mouth!"