Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Seeing the little witch's increasingly ugly expression, Tom's originally bad mood was swept away, "One point deducted from Slytherin... Miss Prince, please don't go out at night after curfew..."

"F...Fine...I know, thank you, Senior Riddle, for reminding me!!"

There was a moment of silence, and Tom turned sideways to get out of the way with his head full of black lines. Just now, he was just a little bit close to hearing the curse words from the little witch's mouth...

Tom touched the tip of his nose in inexplicable embarrassment. Looking at the quickly disappearing figure, Tom chuckled and shook his head. Did he deserve it?

But this feeling is not bad. If there is a chance in the future, he would not mind helping this school girl, a potion master with an ancient heritage.

Much more valuable than other potion masters...

"It's such a pity. I don't know which families will be divided among them.. Hey, a group of ferocious beasts that smell fishy..."

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After finishing the exam easily, Tom sat leisurely by the black lake. The contentment on his face made the other two little wizards even more miserable.

Ian stared at his hand in a daze, wondering if he didn't want such a useless thing!

"Ugh...how could I miss the magic spell...the target is so big! How could I put the magic spell on the examiner! Chop your hands! No one can stop me today! I'm going to put this magic spell on the examiner!" The claws are chopped off!”

Tom yawned and lay directly on the grass with his hands behind his head. After so many years of getting along, he knew exactly what he was going to do next.

Close your eyes, ignore the voices in your ears, pretend that you have fallen into a deep sleep, and do not disturb or interfere with the emotional communication between your friends.

He would set out to find the truth after tomorrow. He could have gone directly to that place, but he also knew very well...

If it had passed like this, he would definitely not be able to bear it. The beautiful illusion had not been shattered yet, and the impact of the sudden collapse was too great...

He would rather break that picture bit by bit.

'Father...Father...'

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Mickey covered Ian who was still murmuring, frowned and listened carefully. He didn't expect that this time his little friend actually fell asleep.

I didn't expect Tom to talk in his sleep...

Mickey suddenly remembered that a while ago, the two of them ran to the trophy cabinet to see the good guys' trophy.

But after seeing the name, his heart skipped a beat. Marvolo was the middle name, even for a family like his that was mixed in the Muggle world.

He also knew what that meant, not to mention that his idiot father was expelled from Hogwarts before graduation because he wanted to kill Morfin Gaunt.

And he had also heard from his father how miserable the good-for-nothing daughter of the Gaunt family was. Because of Marvolo's psychotic abuse, she couldn't even cast a spell, and her talents were wasted in vain.

He also said that the witch, if not for this, would have become a famous dark wizard... and at worst a potion master.

At first, Mickey only thought it was his father's nonsense, but when he found out whose child his little friend was, he suddenly believed it.

How could he really be a squib when he could give birth to such an outstanding person as Tom?

But his little friend grew up in an orphanage, and now he even talks about his 'father' in his sleep. Mickey has a bad feeling for no reason.

He believed in his sixth sense and knew that Tom was trying to find out information recently, so it was wrong to say that Hufflepuffs were all losers.