Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Tom kept adjusting the formula in the Room of Requirement. After all, the person he was going to visit was an official from the Ministry of Magic, and some things couldn't be done too much.

However, he has no intention of giving up. This is his right. As for the basilisk or the hornet, he doesn't care now.

The last member of the Prince family was also busy preparing potions. Irene hid in an abandoned classroom, writing and drawing on parchment against the family's collection of books.

The little face hidden behind the long hair has lost a lot of weight. There is no time to take care of the appearance, and the long black hair is a little greasy from the steam.

The sunken eye sockets were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he was mumbling something. He looked a little crazy.

"No... Lovage can make people irritable. What about mugwort infusion plus Ariote? But this will reduce the effect of sleeping pills... Damn it, use root syrup to relieve it..."

Erin pushed her hair away from her eyes impatiently. Her grandfather's health had been getting worse and worse recently, and his stubborn temper would not listen to her at all.

Her grandfather could smell a real potions master, even if it was just a sleeping potion. It was still a bit difficult for her to change the taste and smell...

She crumpled the parchment into a ball as if giving up, and looked at the materials on the table with dull eyes. Otherwise, she would just use the throat-sealing poison!

Colorless and odorless transparent gas, just a small sip can make people forget all their worries! !

After a slap on her face, a figure appeared in Erin's mind. If she exchanged it for a collection of books, Senior Riddle should be able to do it...

Shivering, Erin shook away the dangerous thoughts from her mind. That person was not easy to mess with. She knew very well how Myrtle died.

The family's collection of books clearly records the characteristics of the basilisk, and the other party is a member of the Gunter family, so you must stay away, the further away the better...

Erin looked at the time, hurriedly swept the things on the table into a small bag, and ran towards the cellar with her head down.

When she bumped into someone not far from the cellar, Irene lowered her head and apologized in a low voice, then subconsciously moved a few steps to the side.

"Miss Prince is really hardworking... The dean will be very pleased if he knows..."

Cursing a curse word in her mind, Irene laughed dryly a few times without even raising her eyes. With her magnetic and cold voice, she used her toes to figure out who it was.

"...I'm sorry, Senior Riddle... I didn't mean to bump into you, but can you please forgive me... The curfew time is coming soon..."

Tom didn't say anything, he couldn't figure it out... He really couldn't figure it out. He obviously didn't do anything, at least he didn't behave rudely in front of this school girl.

Why does Prince... look like he wants to die every time he sees him?

Silent and motionless, the deepest stubbornness in Tom's heart emerged, whether it was childish or bullying the young! He must take revenge today! Points deducted! Even if it's someone from his own academy, he still has to wait until the points are deducted!

Eileen still didn't raise her head, staring at the toes of her shoes in a daze. These are the descendants of the Gunter family! It's obvious that he is sick!

‘Such an outstanding person doesn’t know how to make some Buffer to refresh his mind! If you are short of materials, I will give them to you! Is five hundred servings enough, you bastard? ’