Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

The rumors in Hogwarts couldn't stop. The young wizards gathered together in groups, guessing where the secret room was.

Who opened the secret room, and what kind of monster is there?

But no one felt sad for the little witch who lost her life.

Unpleasant guys, even roommates who have been with each other for several years, can only say "poor".

Tom walked all the way and listened all the way. Others may be excited to find the secret room and kill the monster to show their bravery.

Or they might argue in a low voice about what kind of magic spell or creature is capable of leaving no clues...

Tom opened the door to the lounge, and the not-so-thick door panel slowly closed, completely cutting off the sounds outside. The only sound left in the entire Slytherin lounge was the sound of breathing.

There are many smart people, and there are even more smart people who know how to save their own lives. The little snakes all know more or less what kind of secrets this hybrid has.

Tom felt the fearful gaze falling on him, and suddenly felt that these people were ridiculous, and the previous temptation was like a joke.

People who were originally arrogant found that what they were teasing was not an insect that could be easily crushed to death, but a beast that could tear them into pieces at any time.

They all lowered their 'noble' heads, and their positions and attitudes changed so quickly that Tom couldn't help but laugh.

"Ha~ Do you also think that I opened the secret room?"

"..."

"Haah..." Coban sighed, pressed the shoulders of the person next to him and stood up, still smiling as harmlessly as before, "Boss, what does this have to do with you? It's just an accident~ Tomorrow. ..the professors will find the murderer.”

Tom had no intention of controlling his smile, and the depression in his heart dissipated instantly. What Cobain said was absolutely correct, it was just an accident.

It's just an accident that no one cares about. Why should he care about something that no one cares about?

"Indeed, the professors will announce who the murderer is tomorrow..."

Tom's tone did not fluctuate at all. After leaving a word, he walked out of the lounge again. The things in the cupboard might still be there.

This time point happened to be the feeding time for the half-giant, and as a prefect, it was normal for him to accidentally discover the real murderer during his inspection.

Walking lightly towards the cupboard, Tom still stood in the shadows, looking coldly at the anxious half-giant, holding the box and muttering in a low voice.

"Come in...come to the box...quickly...Aragog...I must take you away..."

With a move of his wrist, Tom hooked his wand and stood in the center of the corridor, looking at the wooden box sternly and regretfully.

"It's over... Hagrid... I guess I'm going to have to turn you in..."

Hagrid stood up suddenly, his nervous face covered with sweat. He blocked the box and waved his hands anxiously, "No, no, no! This matter..."

"I know...I know you didn't kill anyone intentionally, but that kind of dangerous creature...is not suitable as a pet..."

Tom took two steps forward, a flash of self-mockery flashed through his eyes, "I guess you just wanted it to come out and move around... but unexpectedly, this happened..."

"No!" Hagrid lost his temper at the gentle senior for the first time, and his roar echoed in the empty corridor, "I told you! It won't kill people! Absolutely not!"