Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"The second thing is good news... Tom Riddle - the man who solved the attack for us... will receive a second-class Merlin Medal and a special contribution award from Hogwarts. ..”

Tom bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to stay rational. The gold medal and purple ribbon, this second-class Order of Merlin, were like an extremely ugly brand.

He was reminded all the time that what despicable means he had used to obtain the things that everyone was touting and cheering for.

Tom tried his best to maintain his expression, stood humbly next to the principal, lowered his head slightly and took the medal, "This... is what I should do..."

Armando was even more pleased, and patted the little wizard who looked a little nervous, "The trophy has been put in the display case, and this medal was obtained by Albus for you..."

Except for the buzzing sound in his head and ears, he couldn't hear anything clearly. Tom didn't know if he had done something rude...

Whether he made an inappropriate expression of disgust or not, all he knew was that after returning to the dormitory, he destroyed everything in the room.

Including that damn medal!

He doesn't need this kind of thing, he doesn't need anyone to remind him of what he has done and what consequences he has to bear.

"Albus...Dumbledore...are you satisfied with this..."

If he had known this would happen, he might as well have actually given orders to the Basilisk...

With a disdainful sneer, Tom cast a disappearing spell on the melted medal on the ground and licked his dry lips, "Hey, maybe we should really clean up more people..."

'knock knock'

Tom opened the door with a cold face, turned around and sat on the sofa, took the small bag from Coban, and put it aside without knowing what he was thinking.

As soon as he entered the door, he was shocked by the room that was swept by a whirlwind. Coban felt a chill on his back and immediately straightened his expression.

He sat down obediently, lowered his eyes and reached out to brush his sleeves, suppressing the hair that had grown on his arms.

"Boss... all the materials you want are ready... is there anything else you need my help with..."

Raising his head suspiciously, Tom looked at his little brother up and down with an expression like "Why haven't you left yet?" "No... remember to close the door when you leave."

Keban blinked, and there was always an illusion that he was sincerely fed... If he wasn't really admired and feared, would he be so angry!

Sighing in his heart, Keban stood up and left helplessly. What could he do? He could only pamper the boss he recognized.

But those materials...most of them are used to make confusion potions, but not all of them...tsk tsk tsk, people are so infuriating, my boss's talent in potions, the whole Slytherin combined...

Well, except for the little witch in the Prince family, no one can compare to it...

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Tom sincerely admired Hufflepuff's ability. He was able to trick such a magical house from the house elf. Ian was really too strong in some aspects.

For example, talkative...

"The Room of Requirement... I just found some fragments in the records. Those elves... their ears must have suffered a lot..."

Shaking his head in amusement, Tom walked in front of the tapestry three times as instructed, then opened the door and walked into the small room he wanted.

Putting the ingredients from the bag on the table, Tom cut the sneezeweed, scurvy, and lovage into small, even pieces according to the recipe he imagined. He also picked up the pincers of the Billywig bug and ground them into powder, then set it up. The crucible starts boiling in order and in a specific way.

He was going to 'visit' Mr. Ogden during the holidays soon...