Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Tom squinted at the broomstick placed aside. Even if this thing had a cushion charm, it was mounted on a stick. It didn't suit him anyway.

After all, in a certain future, he is the famous Dark Lord~ Whose Dark Lord flies around on a broomstick?

After picturing himself riding a broomstick and casting death spells everywhere, Tom took two steps to the side with a dark face.

Ian thought for a while, and it seemed that his friends were right. They were so arrogant in their tactics that the Slytherin team couldn't catch the foul even though it was obvious.

If Tom were to play again, the only entertainment would be gone.

"Thank you! I'll fly for a while~"

Mickey glanced at the figure flying up in the sky, then stretched out his hand to hook Tom's neck, "Hey, good buddy~ Is there anything you want to say to me? For example, what happened during the holiday..."

"Hum~" Tom curled his lips and slapped the hand on his neck with a look of disgust. Seeing Mickey trying to stand on tiptoes, he couldn't help but grin.

"Haha~ With your height...do you need me to give you a height-enhancing potion?"

Turning sideways in advance to avoid the kick, Tom raised his eyebrows, "I know what you want to ask, but the truth is just as reported..."

Mickey made a 'tsk tsk tsk' sound and shook his head in disapproval, "This is a bad habit in the wizarding world. You should entrust it to the Milkovich family..."

"Whether he wants to know some news or settle a grudge, Milkovich will never disappoint his customers~ He is sure not to leave any clues behind. My eldest brother is a professional scavenger~"

"But I feel relieved when you look like this... You have to remember that you still have the two of us. No matter what other people think of you, we will stand by your side."

Tom sat on the bench and did not answer. He was wondering whether he would have been able to withstand the endless temptations if he had not become friends with these two people.

Can you resist the temptation of eternal life?

'Voldemort... what a poor guy...'

Thinking this in his mind, Tom thought of the white-feathered peacock again. He was really, really curious whether all nobles looked like that...

But he hasn't seen the Black family being so narcissistic...but it's not normal...

"Ahahaha~ It's so comfortable!!"

Ian flew very smoothly. After getting off the ground, he rushed to his friend with a grin on his face, "You two really don't want to fly in a circle!"

"You can take the Apparition class next year... Ian, you better think about whether your 12 Galleons will be wasted..."

Splashing cold water on him without hesitation, Tom raised his lips and looked at his friend who was stiff for a moment. When he pulled him over, it hurt his arm.

A little reminder is not considered revenge~ He is a Slytherin~

"Okay, it's getting late, let's go to the Forbidden Forest to contact the magic spell."

Tom licked the corner of his mouth and led the way to the Forbidden Forest. He had not forgotten how those things hurt his little friend. Dangerous creatures were just good for training...

They were arrogant when they came, but they left with slumped shoulders and wilted to death. The two little badgers looked at each other, and they both saw pain in each other's eyes.

Tom is good at everything, and he is also very good at teaching others. His only shortcoming is probably his lack of self-awareness. When will their little friends...

Only then will he realize that his own talents are not on the same level as others! Not everyone can use the silent spell casually!

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