Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Glancing at the empty space on the long table, Tom turned his wrist, and a large bag of pineapple preserves appeared in his palm, "Professor Slughorn, I'm sorry I'm late..."

Taking his favorite snack happily, Slughorn patted the seat next to him, "It doesn't matter~ Who makes you my most proud student~"

"And I can please important people. Thank you for your gift. This is my favorite food~"

The others laughed in agreement. After sitting down, Tom vaguely touched Keban next to him, and the latter took over the words understandingly.

"Yes, yes~ We are just there to foil...The dean is so partial~"

There was another burst of laughter, and several people in the venue were chatting away. After a while, Slughorn turned his attention to Tom again.

"Tom~ If you enter the Ministry of Magic, you will definitely become the Minister in less than twenty years... But if you often give me these..."

Slughorn picked up a piece of pineapple preserves and put it into his mouth, then said the next words with his eyes bent, "Maybe it only takes fifteen years... I have a lot of connections in the Ministry of Magic~"

Tom sighed in his heart. The dean has not given up the idea of ​​letting him enter the Ministry of Magic yet, and he keeps bringing up this matter...

"Dean... maybe I'm not suitable to be in politics... After all, I have no background..."

Many Slytherin students looked at each other and smiled tacitly. Yes, yes, the boss is right. Such a prominent life experience really has no background...

It's all about the background itself..

Not knowing about Tom's Parseltongue, Slughorn curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "What are you talking about? With your talent, you must come from a respectable wizarding family..."

"Tom, you have to trust my vision~ So far, I have never missed it~"

Smiling and nodding, Tom lowered his eyes and picked up the butterbeer in front of him. Is this decent? Gunter and Riddle, these two families...

There's nothing decent about it...

He has never heard such a vicious curse...

Radofus Lestrange glanced at the boss who was in a bad mood, yawned exaggeratedly, and moved closer to Avery next to him, "Green, what time is it?"

Avery pushed the person away speechlessly and turned to look at the desk behind him. Can't you see the golden clock on it? If you're blind, go to St. Mungo's...

"Eleven o'clock, you are too close to me, get away..."

Seeing the interaction between the two, Slughorn stood up and clapped his hands, "Okay, boys~ It's time. Come to the dormitory quickly. You two remember to hand in your papers tomorrow!"

Radofus, Avery: ….

Don't listen, don't listen, that bastard is chanting sutras...

"Tom...even if you are a prefect, you can't go back too late..."

Still wearing the right smile, Tom personally poured a glass of wine for Professor Slughorn, "Dean... I just don't understand some questions..."

Slughorn slowly tasted the wine that Tom poured him, and slowly lowered his eyelids. His fat fingers unconsciously rubbed the wine glass, "What do you want to ask..."

His eyes moved slightly, and Tom licked his lips, "Do you know... Horcruxes..."

"Horcrux? A topic in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class? Hmm~ What on earth did that guy Mellors teach you..."

Yawning, Slughorn suddenly felt drunk. Did he completely convince his colleague and ignore the school rules at all?

"Don't follow Melos' blind imitation... That is a very evil thing... very, very evil..."