Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"Potter..." Tom held his chin with one hand. He had read in some books that there were several famous wizards from that family, many of whom were members of the Wizengamot, but that family, It's not like ordinary pure-blood families hate those Muggles.

Thick eyelashes blocked the sarcasm in his eyes, and Tom put the tea cup to his lips. It seems that the so-called theory of pure blood supremacy is not worth the greater interests, and yes, this is the 'noble', "The Prince family Has it disappeared?”

August curled his lips disdainfully, Pris... not everyone who inherits the surname can inherit the talent, "The current head of the family is old, and the potion master is the only one left. The aging head of the family... Without the Potions Master, Prince is nothing more than a down-and-out nobleman whose population is declining and destined to perish..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the little witch appearing in the lounge. August lowered his voice and put away his disdainful expression, "And the three generations of ancestors and grandsons all have the same weird temper. Otherwise, our lovely school girl would also You won’t always look gloomy..."

"Really..." Tom's indifferent eyes fell on the lonely Irene. He had no way of knowing what the character of this little witch was, but when they met in the corridor just now, he could clearly see the look in her eyes. The contempt is not directed at him, but towards everyone. It seems that these people are not as good as a slug...

Holding his forehead speechlessly, Tom was disturbed by his own thoughts. He blinked and shook away the squirming material in his mind. He still needed to take a closer look. If he didn't have the potential to become a potion master, then this Prince His fate will definitely be worse than that of him in the orphanage in the future.

The wealth accumulated over countless years must have the strength to protect it. Prince of this generation seems to have only one heir. Those greedy poisonous snakes are waiting for the death of the old family master until they are completely gone. The value...

"The future... is really exciting..."

August raised his eyebrows and shrugged casually. He had nothing to do with the future of the Prince family. Anyway, the Rookwood family would get a share of the big cake. "It's indeed worth looking forward to~ Maybe Black As the leader of the family, if you can’t pass it, you will change your position~”

His mood became extremely bad for no reason. Tom gritted his teeth and put down the tea cup. He glanced at the idiot who was talking with cold eyes, sneered and put away his irritable mood, leaning forward slightly, "I like to deal with smart people, August. ..I thought you knew..”

Smiling and blinking, August spread his hands to show his innocence. He didn't say anything. At least he didn't say it openly, but it seemed... Even if the Gunter family was a mixed race, They are also crazy~ A group of abnormal guys are really scary~

"Of course~ Of course I know what the boss likes...I will remember to be careful in my words and deeds..."

"It's best that way..."

With a gentle smile, Tom stood up and left this place, which made him extremely bored. He was used to being a snake with those guys, but he didn't want to turn this kind of hypocritical entertainment into a habit. One day if this goes on, , he will forget who he is.