Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

The muscular wizard shrank back. Was he disgusted by the boss?

"Boss...that was just a drunken joke between my father and the Ministry of Magic official. He also regrets what he said...we..."

"We just think those people...should go back to their place...the magical world should be...pure..."

Walton closed his mouth tightly and did not say the last sentence. The cold sweat on his face kept dripping, damn it!

Why is he so quick to talk like his father!

"Oh~ Why don't you finish?"

Tom lazily supported his head, tilted his head and looked at the wizard who was almost suffocating with nervousness, tapping his fingers on the armrest.

Dead silence fell in the lounge, and everyone's heart beat faster and faster. Many people were so shocked by the sound of their own heartbeats that they felt like vomiting.

"Don't you want to say it... Then I'll say it for you~"

Tom changed his position, crossed his legs and raised his chin, looking contemptuously at a group of useless idiots, "The magic world should only have pure bloods, right?"

"Perhaps you will reluctantly let the mixed-race exist... After all, there must be someone to set off your nobility... The mixed-race only deserves to be your servant..."

"And those Muggle wizards...are only worthy of being slaughtered...because those people are from the Muggle world, and they are dirty and despicable things..."

The corners of Orion's mouth curled up, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep to block the contempt in his eyes. For countless centuries, these fools who consider themselves noble have still not been able to see clearly...

What is the reason for the decline of pure blood? Blindly pursuing purity will only result in the decline of the family.

The same is true for the eternally pure Black...it's just that they left themselves a way out...

Removal is not only to show attitude, but also to leave the blood of Brak... The sacrifices are only the heads of each generation...

Just like him...from the moment he became the heir...

He knew what kind of responsibility he had to bear, and the outcome was already determined...

"Senior~ I'm a little tired..."

Tom looked at the pale Orion, stood up and left the lounge. The Black family, unlike others, were his allies rather than his subordinates.

What's more, he had promised Volga to take good care of this frail junior.

"It's such a pity for a rare smart man..."

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The wars outside have not affected the magical world here. Whether it is a Muggle war or a wizard war, it seems that it has nothing to do with Hogwarts.

Apart from the increasing number of newspapers every morning, nothing has been affected here..

Tom flipped through the newspaper and saw that Professor Dumbledore had left. Perhaps the war would subside soon...

Putting the newspaper aside casually, Tom wiped the corners of his mouth. He didn't care about Grindelwald...

Such a talented person would not start a war because of his own ambitions, and he also guessed some clues while getting along with the little badgers.

History is always surprisingly similar. If the trajectory of development is a circle...then the closed wizarding world will one day stage the tragedy that happened thousands of years ago...

This is not something that one person or a group of people can change...

No matter how powerful Grindelwald is, he does not have the ability to change an era, a fact that most wizards refuse to admit...

"No one can change...not even me..."

Tom stood on the astronomical tower and looked into the distance. If he wanted to completely overturn the current situation, it would definitely not be possible in just a few decades...