Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

The heads of the major noble houses were eagerly waiting for the rumored heir of Slytherin to enter the Ministry of Magic. However, it was a pity that the half-blood chose to work in Borgin Bock's shop.

Like those family heads with different thoughts, Caractacus also felt that he was about to have a headache. Many people put pressure on him to find a way to expel Riddle.

He saw with his own eyes that the boy tortured a dark wizard crazy with the Cruciatus Curse and made him offend such a guy...

Did those idiots want him dead? !

"Riddle...Since I met you here last year, Mrs. Smith has asked me more than once when you will come to work here..."

"This is a good opportunity for us. She has a lot of treasures there... I hope you can let the old lady bring valuable things to me to sell..."

After suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Tom was silent for a few seconds and nodded in agreement. He didn't care about the treasure, but he didn't believe that the old lady had many valuable things.

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After a few months, Tom, who already had a good relationship with Hepzibah, realized how stupid his idea was...

This, this, this... this is no ordinary room! It’s literally a magical antique shop!

Tom moved forward cautiously, passing through the cupboards where various paint boxes were placed, and glanced at the thin house elf who was leading the way.

He rolled his eyes cryptically, being so rich but unable to feed his 'servant'? Is this how much wealth is saved?

Pouting a bit sourly, Tom stopped in front of the door to adjust his black suit, took a deep breath and followed the elf into the room.

He bent down and lightly touched Hepzibah's chubby hand with his lips...

"I hope you like the gift I brought..."

A bouquet of delicate roses appeared in Tom's hand, and he looked at the well-dressed old lady with a smile.

"Haha~ You shouldn't be like this... This will spoil an old lady like me. Tom, sit down quickly and sit next to me~"

Hepzibah placed the flowers in the vase that had been prepared long ago, and picked up a piece of pastry from the plate at hand, "I know you like the pastries here, come and try them!"

Taking the damn snack stiffly, Tom hinted in his mind that he was a puppet and he just had to hold on until he got his things back!

He should leave this hellish place immediately!

"You have lost some weight, but you are also more handsome this way. No one in this world... is more beautiful than you, not even the head of the Malfoy family~"

Tom lowered his gaze to the ring in his hand, feeling a little unhappy. He hated other people judging Abu more than himself.

"Thank you for your compliment...but I have no way to compare..."

"Eat more... It's true, Caractacus, I've told him a hundred times not to rely on you so much. You've been busy all day and haven't come to visit me for a long time~"

Tom smiled mechanically, and the anger in his heart rose again. Was this deliberately interrupting him?

The 'gurgling' laughter in my ears is simply a torture...

Hepzibah seemed to be admiring a piece of art, blinking and staring at Tom's face, "What's your excuse this time?"

Finally getting down to business, Tom breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and his expression was no longer as stiff as before, "That pair of armor made by goblins..."