Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"I said! I won't go!! I don't care about the head of the house!"

Extremely stubborn, Sirius roared with red eyes, while Volga on the side sighed and stepped forward to hold her husband's arm.

"Forget it, Orion, it's getting late. Since he doesn't want to go, let him stay and take care of Rael..."

Seeing his parents leaving, Sirius lowered his head and stood there staring at the toes of his shoes. His guess was right...

Whether it's Lucius or the other heirs he's met...

No one like him can make his own demands as he pleases. Maybe at last year's Malfoy banquet, that guy Rodolphus made a good point.

He is just a pawn, a smoke bomb to confuse others. The real heir is his younger brother...

It was Regulus... not him...

"Brother...did you quarrel with your father?"

The soft voice brought Sirius back to his senses, and he turned his head to look at the thin, pale guy next to him, "This is none of your business..."

"Why is your health so bad all the time?"

Frowning in dissatisfaction, Sirius ran back to his dormitory with a sullen face. He didn't care what those guys said. If he became a stepping stone, Regulus would have a better life...

So what does it matter if he becomes an arrogant idiot~

But before that, he was still Black's heir, and this identity was indeed of great use...

"I found it...hehe, luckily I secretly hid some floo powder~"

After grabbing the small bag and running out, Sirius found Regulus who was depressed, pursed his lips and looked impatient.

"Accompany me to Malfoy Manor. Mother asked me to keep an eye on you, but I don't want to stay at home."

Regulus nodded obediently, and his dim gray eyes lit up instantly. Maybe his brother... didn't really hate himself~

"Okay~ Brother... can you hold my hand? I'm afraid..."

"Tsk, you are a boy! Regulus...your name is the heart of a lion! How can you be afraid of such a thing?"

Impatiently muttering, Sirius squeezed his cold little hands tightly, Malfoy's head...isn't Rael's godfather!

Why haven't we found a way to improve Rael's physique until now?

Is it not possible?

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Severus held the potion book and sat in the living room, watching intently. The tips of his ears twitched and he turned to look at the two idiots who were rolling out of the fireplace.

"...Is this the upbringing of the Black family?"

"Ahem, shut up, little bat! And you! Get off me quickly, Regulus Black! Do you want to crush me to death!"

"........."

After a moment of fluttering, Sirius looked around, leaned close to Severus and asked in a low voice, "Where is Mr. Malfoy?"

"... Go to the Lestrange family's party. I thought you would go with Mr. Black..."

"Tsk, those annoying banquets won't end too early..." Sirius scratched his hair and sat lazily on the sofa.

"Severus, can you write a letter to Mr. Riddle... I want to ask him for a favor..."

Handing the hot cocoa to Regulus, Severus sighed, this idiot... came here for this?

Is he an owl?

"... Mr. Riddle has put a spell on his name. Except for a few people... no one can send him a letter with an owl... Severus, please help me..."

Severus' eyes turned to the Black brothers, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled maliciously, "Doing your favor...what good does it do to me?"

Cursing the stingy in his heart, Sirius gritted his back teeth and struggled for a few minutes to take out a key from his pocket.

"...Vault No. 617...in there are the Galleons that I...have saved, all! Here! You!"

After taking the key, Severus stood up and motioned for Sirius to go to the study with him, "Regulus, you stay here first. If you need anything, just tell Dobby..."

"Okay~"

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Entering the small study, Sirius took out the parchment and began to write a letter. He looked at his scrawled handwriting and crumpled the letter into a ball.

Taking a deep breath, Sirius took out the parchment again, waved his hand after writing, and looked at the cursive characters on it with satisfaction.

"Severus, will you...will you enter Slytherin later?"

Handing the envelope to the elf, Severus nodded matter-of-factly, "Do you think I will enter other colleges?"

"After all, that's where my mother once stayed... not to mention... Mr. Riddle is a descendant of Slytherin..."

Sirius curled his lips, propped up his chin and stared at the thin golden chain exposed on the other person's neck, "Isn't it because Lucius is there~"

"...Are you an idiot...stupid dog!"

Severus left without looking back. He was not a simple idiot. After all these years, could he still not understand the meaning of his existence?

Staring down at his hands, Severus closed his eyes, "I...must become a valuable person..."

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After class, Tom walked into his office and raised his eyebrows when he saw the letter on the table. It was really rare that Severus would write to him?

Could it be that Brutus did something...

Suddenly feeling a little sympathetic to the little black hair, Tom chuckled and stepped forward to pick up the envelope. He sat on a chair and read the letter before shaking his head helplessly.

Compared with his stupid...simple students, these young wizards from ancient noble families seem to be more mature~

"How can it be possible to make up for the innate shortcomings overnight, Orion...will you regret your choice..."

Burning the letter casually, Tom tapped his fingers on the armrest. He didn't care about the Black family's affairs, but that little guy...

"Abu's godson...if something happens...he will definitely be sad..."

Tom opened the drawer, took out a bottle of elixir from his pocket, and poured it on the resurrection stone ring.

'There's a lot more... save some of it! I'm about to burst! ’

'Shut up..'