Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Nodding silently, Abraxas thought of something, and the color on his face disappeared instantly, "Is it related to Lucius?"

There was no answer. Tom seemed to have regained his composure and raised his hand to touch Abu's cheek, "How could it be? Didn't I say that he is not that powerful yet? I was just worried that something would happen to you..."

"Wait for my news at home...I will surround the manor with a magic spell..."

After kissing his still worried lover, Tom smiled, put the hairless phoenix in his pocket, and strode out of the study. The moment he saw Lucius, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

What was he thinking before? Would he be less worried without this guy at Hogwarts? Now it seems that he shouldn't have such ridiculous thoughts!

"Lucius Malfoy! Go to the study! Copy the history of magic from 1 to 7 years for me!"

Looking blankly at his godfather's back, Lucius walked towards the study with slumped shoulders. He really knew that he was wrong. He shouldn't have cast a damn curse just to vent his anger on Severus.

But this is Slytherin's friendship. Damn it, how could he be so impulsive?

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Standing at the door of Malfoy Manor, Tom turned around and turned into black mist flying up into the sky, carefully observing the scope of the protective spell. Although he didn't want to do this, but...

"Fire Escape Bodyguard..."

Blue-white flames rose up, surrounded the entire manor, and fell to the ground. Tom closed his eyes. To be honest, whether it was Dumbledore or Grindelwald...

He had seen this pair of old madmen's signature spells for a long time, but he had never used them. After all, he definitely didn't want to see the pair of madmen with a look of relief on their faces!

Damn relief, damn bastard! Fuck the plague!

Rushing back to Hogwarts, Tom rushed to the principal's office. In addition to Dumbledore, there was also the person he least wanted to see right now.

"What are you doing back here, where's that Crouch guy?"

Grindelwald rolled his eyes. If he doesn't come back now, will he wait for the plague to break out and burn this place down again?

"It's really amazing. The little wizard now... makes a contract? He went to the Goddess of Disaster directly. He's really... stupid."

Unable to refute Grindelwald's taunt, Tom could only sit in the chair dully, tapping his fingers on the armrest, trying to stop himself from being so irritated.

"I haven't received any news. Let me tell you first, how did you know?"

Dumbledore cleared his throat and handed over the small bottle containing the memory, "You take a look first, and then we'll talk..."

"Another prophecy?"

Disgusted, Tom walked towards the pensieve and made a damn prophecy that he would kill all the prophets.

Plunging into the pensieve, Tom looked around the scene here. Is it the principal's office? Memories from the recent past?

'Kou Kou'

"Ah~ please come in..."

Putting down his quill, Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and looked at the young witch who came in through the door with a smile on his face.

"Miss Sybill Trelawney, I am very happy to receive your request to visit, but I am also surprised. I thought you had already embarked on your journey~"

Sybil was a little nervous, fidgeting with the necklace hanging on her chest with both hands, and lowered her head, her fluffy hair and thick glasses almost blocking her entire face.