Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

After being sent out of the kitchen respectfully by all the elves, Tom twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile.

Voldemort in a certain time and space... ruled by dirty dark creatures...

And he... won the loyalty of the Hogwarts elves? Well, that's not bad, at least he will eat more delicious food in the future.

Tom walked into the principal's office. This time he ignored Old Bee and picked up the sorting hat from the shelf. This is where the founders...

Because he couldn't bear to be sorted into different schools in person, so he injected the four people's demands on the students into his hat?

None of the previous principals are willing to clean up?

He was so disgusted that he had goosebumps all over his body. Damn it, he recalled the not-so-good past. His hair... damn it!

"Don't play dead and either spit out Gryffindor's sword or soak it in super strong stain remover."

The Sorting Hat opened its mouth and twisted wildly, trying to break away from the black-hearted professor, "Impossible! No one can let me take a bath!"

"Godric can't even do this! You can't do this to me! I'm an old hater! But I've been on Godric's head before! Let go! You brat!"

Next came a string of old English words. Tom glanced at the old bee and snorted disdainfully, "Dumbledore, it seems that he learned how to curse you very well."

Taking the stain remover out of his pocket, Tom uncorked the bottle and prepared to pour it on the Sorting Hat.

"Wait! Boy... um... I almost forgot, you are the descendant of that Slytherin, put that thing away, everyone is one of your own."

'banging'

A sword inlaid with rubies and made of sterling silver fell to the ground. The Sorting Hat breathed a sigh of relief. This brat has no respect for the elderly at all!

May Merlin bless its old hat and Godric not call it a 'traitor'.

"At that time, Godric liked to find people to duel with. In order not to lose to Salazar, he found the King of the Fairy Kingdom - Legnac I."

"He asked the other party to tailor-make a sword for him, but... no one has been able to get it for so many years. In fact, there is a little guy who can..."

Tom's face became extremely strange. He was really familiar with the name of the person the Sorting Hat mentioned! If the old bee hadn't been eavesdropping...

He will definitely ask why a little Slytherin wizard has the opportunity to pull out this... rag!

"Hey, this is Gryffindor's sword~ Tom..."

Rubbing his hands and stepping forward, Dumbledore smiled stupidly and tried to pick up the sword on the ground. This was the first time he had seen it~ It was rare enough...

When the old bee took the sword, Tom smiled sinisterly, stepped forward quickly and pressed on Dumbledore's shoulder, turning his head to threaten Phoenix, who closed his eyes.

"Take us to the Black Lake, or I'll give you to Grindelwald!"

"Chirp!!!"

The scolding was quite filthy, and Fox disappeared again after sending the person there. Tom raised his eyebrows, and he knew without thinking that the idiot Phoenix was going to Malfoy Manor to roast peacocks...

"What... happened?"

Holding the sword in his arms, Dumbledore looked around blankly. Just as he was about to run away, he was kicked into the lake.

Tom, on the other hand, followed behind, added a bubble head charm to himself and jumped into the black lake.

Squid... He didn't forget... he used to be in the Slytherin common room.

That giant squid... more than once! Staring at him with wide eyes, unblinking...