Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

The Ministry of Magic and the Muggle world have always been connected. As long as wizards can see the reality clearly, real war will not come.

Those who try to eliminate Muggle wizards are a group of brainless idiots. There are countless times more Muggles than wizards.

Not to mention how prominent some Muggle wizards are in the Muggle world. What's the benefit of offending those people?

Even if all the wizards cast the Killing Curse at the same time, or something else, the Muggles would just stand there and let them kill them. Even if all the wizards and Muggles were exhausted, they would not die.

Otherwise Grindelwald would not have used this method to consume the number of Muggles. Unfortunately, the outcome is doomed to failure.

"Perhaps you already know the ending? For...love?"

Tom's stomach twitched as he thought about the secrets he had learned over the years. How charming was Professor Dumbledore when he was young?

Let the leader of the Wu Cui Party be willing to become a stepping stone? Send Professor Dumbledore to the altar with his own hands...

Ah, yes, yes! Love is the greatest magic, he admitted it! Really admit it...

Rubbing his eyebrows to retract his thoughts, Tom suddenly remembered Mr. Scamander's letter, which was almost full of complaints.

Either they cursed Grindelwald as mentally ill, kept targeting him, and even killed him, or they resentfully said that Professor Dumbledore was a bastard...

I couldn't do it, and insisted on letting him take the blame... Finally, I turned the topic back to magical creatures...

Tom didn't know whether to sympathize with this gentleman first or ignore those lengthy exclamations. He really did! I regret that I became pen pals with Scamander!

He has no interest in Qilin or anything else! ! !

Say you are interested! He was more interested in the Obscurus in that box...

After wandering down the tower, Tom met Prince again, but this time he didn't stop and left without looking back.

The witch who has modified her memory has no value anymore. Her original potion talent has been forgotten, and the ending will only be more miserable...

Erin stopped and looked up at Tom's back. She didn't understand why she had the urge to seek help from the senior...

"Why...I will leave here sooner or later...leave...grandfather..."

Her head felt like it was about to split. Erin knocked her head hard and frowned in disgust. She hated that cold family...

That’s right! But why is she sad?

"Wake up, Erin, no one likes you... they just force you to learn nasty potions..."

Warning to herself, Irene's eyes dimmed again. Yes, she should be the closest person, but she never said she loved her...

Even though her father never told her until his death, he was not even willing to tell her, as if she was a dispensable person...

If one day someone said those words to her personally, no matter who the other person was, she would stay by their side forever...

"Damn it! Why am I crying!"

Irene wiped the tears on her face haphazardly, and suddenly couldn't remember what she was going to do. Was her memory so bad?

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(Eileen's perspective may be more, but I have reduced it as much as possible. After all, the professor will write it out. I will just say...what should come will come sooner or later...? ? ? ?)

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The atmosphere outside is getting more and more tense, and the originally peaceful Hogwarts has been affected to some extent.