Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

In the evening of the next day, Tom selected a few curse books from the library and prepared to turn on a small stove for his godson. As he walked through the corridor to the cellar, he heard a familiar voice.

Hiding in the shadows, Tom looked not far away with a straight face. Malfoy...are they all peacocks in Hogwarts?

"Want to come with me... where no one will bother you... and try something more interesting..."

Lucius looked down at the shy little witch, and the smile on his lips was just right. He had to cherish this precious year, after all, starting next year...

He can no longer be so free~

"Lucius...Malfoy...do you want to play a fun game with me? Hmm~"

Unable to bear it anymore, Tom quietly walked towards the platinum peacock and looked regretfully at the Ravenclaw who was running away, "Ah...your friend escaped..."

In just a few seconds, Lucius had already selected his coffin in his mind and twisted around nervously.

"godfather.."

"Tsk, need to remind you that here...do you need to call me Professor Riddle like everyone else? One point will be deducted from Slytherin..."

Tom stared at Lucius's hair "gently", stretched out his hand and patted the stiff kid on the shoulder, "Come on~ I'll teach you a simple spell... Zombie Floating..."

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In the Slytherin lounge, all the little snakes looked at the person coming in at the door in confusion, ah... what did Malfoy do?

Can Professor Riddle be so angry? but..

Malfoy moving back and forth in the air is pretty cool...

"free?"

Tom's sinister tone rang clearly in the ears of every little snake, and a flash of red light flashed across his eyes very quickly.

"It seems... you all think that the papers assigned by the professors are very easy for you, so... everyone will... before the weekend..."

"Submit me a paper on... a creature like Snidget... no less than three pieces of parchment."

"...Yes, Professor Riddle."

After clearing the lounge, Tom put down the idiot who was about to die of shame and anger, and sat on the sofa staring coldly at Lucius.

"I know these basic magics are too easy for you, but I don't think that as the heir of Malfoy..."

"You already have the strength that satisfies me, Lucius...can you tell me what you are thinking..."

His face turned a little pale, Lucius shook slightly, lowered his head and remained silent.

After a long time, Lucius raised his head, not daring to look into Tom's eyes, and focused his gaze on his godfather's collar.

"...That Ravenclaw...named Trelawney...Sibyl is a priestess favored by the sun god, and I...think she inherited Cassandra Trelawney's talent... "

The stiff fingertips moved, Lucius mustered up the courage, and looked stubbornly into his deep black eyes, "Godfather, I am grateful for everything you have done for me..."

"But I am not a fragile chick. In fact, what I want more...is that you can spend more time with me."

"I don't want to watch the person I cherish... drag down his body for the sake of my future."

"Please believe in me, believe in Malfoy, I can build up my own network of influence, instead of just sitting back and enjoying the gains..."

"Connections are very important, aren't they...Everyone I come into contact with is a valuable chess piece to me..."

Tom sighed and beckoned Lucius to his side, "Sorry, Lucius, it's my fault...I forgot your identity..."

Raising his hand to stop the boy who wanted to refute, Tom leaned on the sofa. This was indeed a sign that he had entered into his own misunderstanding, "I am not a noble..."

"So to me, magic was everything. Only by mastering stronger strength can I protect myself and you..."

"But I forgot... you are different from me... Lucius, I don't object to you forming your own team, but I hope you... can find a partner who can hand over your back to others."

"This is also very important to you. This is also the reason why I left Severus at Malfoy Manor in the first place."

Lucius' eyes flashed, partner... He always thought that he didn't need this kind of bond, and Slytherin's friendship was too precious.

Even if he had been with someone for several years, he would not easily put Severus into his protective circle.

Marriage between nobles...even Malfoy cannot avoid it. Compared with his father, he is more like a real Malfoy.

For him, love is just a joke. He will be very kind to his future wife, but he will not really fall in love with anyone.

Only in this way can he better protect himself and continue the glory of his family...

Malfoy, who has no weaknesses, can deal with those idiots more easily.

"Godfather, I...maybe I will recognize him, but not now, before he shows his value, Severus to me..."

"Just a half-blood who could have become a Potions Master, Prince's legacy... has never been forgotten, and I, want to get my hands on it."

Tom glanced at his godson with a strange expression. He...Should we say that Abu's education was very successful?

"Then...why did you give Olivia's relics to him?"

For the first time, he felt that his godfather was a bit gossipy. Lucius narrowed his eyes and said, "Is there anything else that can win people's hearts more than giving the things you cherish most to others?"

"And...there is no trace of my mother in my memory..."

Without exposing Lucius' little lie, Tom took out his wand and put it to his temple, pulling out the memory of Olivia.

Tom put the silver-white, flowing memory in a thin tube, capped the bottle, and took Lucius out of the Slytherin common room.

It seems that he wants to disturb the elderly's rest again, but he often does this kind of thing, not less than once or twice...

Who made him just a humble, down-and-out, poor little professor...

With a monthly salary of one hundred galleons, how many years does it take to save to buy a pensieve...

Dumbledore:............

Heqi will cry. Ms. Hepzibah Smith's wealth is enough to rival Malfoy!

Don't think he doesn't know, whether it's Malfoy Manor or Riddle Manor, they both have a Pensieve!