Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Tom didn't make a sound and gently put down the tableware in his hand. He knew this very well. The eyes and connections that this guy left behind would not give up the immediate interests for an uncertain future.

Whether it was unnecessary self-esteem or pride stemming from his bones, he didn't want to accept it blindly, and there were some things he didn't want that person to know.

This was his selfishness. He didn't want his bad side to be exposed to that person, even if he kept the current illusion.

"You just need to do as I say... banquet... isn't it what you nobles like to do the most..."

The corner of Coban's mouth twitched. He seemed to have no way to refute what he said, but he was just a small heir. How could he have such a big face to invite the head of the Malfoy family as a guest every now and then?

..............................

Tom put his luggage in the Broken Ax Bar, walked to the back alley and raised his wand. Not long after waiting, the three-story Knight Bus appeared, handed over sixteen Silver Sickles and sat on an empty bed.

He lowered his head and rubbed his fingers. Godric's Hollow, the birthplace of the founder of Gryffindor, was also the first step for him to learn everything.

Unable to use magic during the holidays, all he can rely on is potions...

'Maybe the truth is not cruel...'

After Tom got off the car, he stood quietly for a while. The sixteen silver coins were... not unfair. Although the process was uncomfortable, it was indeed very fast.

After the dizziness subsided, Tom followed the address given by Cobain and found the house belonging to Bob Ogden. It was an old two-story house. It seemed that the salary from the Ministry of Magic was not high.

Using Occlumency to clear out excess emotions, Tom raised his hand and knocked on the door, took a step back and tightly grasped the small bottle in his hand.

'tatata'

After the footsteps, Tom saw a pudgy wizard opening the door and putting on a deceptively modest smile, "Good morning, Mr. Ogden... Please forgive my presumption, I once heard Professor Slughorn mention You, Captain of the Legal Enforcement Division..."

Pushing up the thick glasses on the bridge of his nose, Ogden blinked and realized something. He and Slughorn had a good relationship. It seemed that this handsome young man was that guy's protégé.

"Oh~ Come on in, you are from Slytherin, right! Have you had employment consultation with Horace? Are you planning to enter the Legal Enforcement Department in the future~"

The enthusiastic Ogden was not wary at all. After inviting the person into the house, he chattered happily. When he walked to the living room, he realized that he still didn't know who the young man was. "By the way, what's your name..."

The moment Ogden turned around, Tom uncorked the bottle and held his breath. After seeing the other person's eyes lose focus, he reached out and took out the wand from the other person's robe.

"Soul-taking... Mind-taking..."

The unconscious Ogden showed no resistance at all, and Tom easily found the memory he wanted.

........1925......

Ogden came to the door of Gunter's house and was about to knock on the door when a man in tattered clothes jumped out of the tree nearby.

Taking a step back, Ogden subconsciously held his breath. For no other reason, this man was really... sloppy. His thick, knotted hair was full of dirt. His two small eyes were not looking in the same direction. When you open your mouth, you can also find that the other person is missing a few teeth.

Not only was it funny, but it was also a bit scary. Ogden stepped back again, "Uh... I'm the Ministry of Magic..."

'You are not welcome here...'

Ogden glanced at the man's hands, a wand in one hand and a dagger in the other. The words he said were still 'hiss, hiss'. Was this threatening him? "Sir, I told you, I'm from the Ministry of Magic, you can't... vomit..."