HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

On Monday morning, there was a thick fog around the castle.

It seemed to have rained late at night. In addition to the aroma of breakfast, the auditorium was also filled with the smell of soil, making the sleepy little wizard unable to tell whether he was eating mashed potatoes or soil.

The Slytherin students kept their mouths shut, and the young wizards from other academies didn't know what happened this weekend yet, but they could sense something odd in the atmosphere.

The Slytherin snakes, which usually moved in twos and threes, appeared in groups today, with a few people vaguely at the center.

This may seem a little strange, but not many people will care.

But Harry and Ronald were confused.

Because of the advice Tom gave them before, which helped them successfully disgust Malfoy, the two of them subconsciously paid more attention to Tom.

In the past, only Daphne was around Tom, and everyone else avoided him.

But today

Harry suspected that Tom had tampered with the family tree of those students overnight, making them worship him as their ancestor.

Some served tea and water, some helped cut sausages, and some helped spread butter.

Even worse than his aunt had been to Dudley.

Harry was puzzled, while Ronald was openly envious, so envious that his eyes turned as red as his hair.

Isn't this my dream?

How did Riddle enjoy it first?

"What's going on?" Ronald looked at Hermione who was sitting across from him. "Aren't you two close? Why is Riddle so popular after just one weekend?"

"How should I know?"

Hermione retorted irritably and chopped the eggs on the plate into pieces.

It was because she didn't know what happened that she was so angry. Tom didn't talk to her for the whole weekend and they didn't even have a chance to meet each other.

Ronald shrank his neck, not daring to provoke the angry Hermione, and could only whisper crickets in his heart.

Not far away, George and Weasley looked at each other and saw deep curiosity in each other's eyes.

They were sure that something must have happened to Slytherin in the past few days to cause the changes, and Riddle seemed to be a beneficiary.

"I guess I'll have to ask this kid some questions next time we meet in the kitchen." Fred whispered, and George nodded in agreement.

At this moment, a large flock of owls flew in through the open door and dropped the little wizard's package and heart on the table.

Tom was quick-witted and caught his package accurately, thus avoiding the tragic fate of falling into the Milk Lake.

Daphne watched Tom curiously open the outer package, which was full of packaged medicinal herbs and strange potion ingredients.

"Tom, why did you buy so many potion materials?"

"Some of them are for my own use, and some are for you."

"Give it to me?" The girl blinked.

"Well, it helps you replenish your energy quickly and restore your strength."

Tom took a look and confirmed that there was no problem with the quality of the materials. He repacked the package and prepared to send it back to the dormitory later.

Daphne looked at him with emotion, her eyes sparkling.

Tom was so thoughtful. He thought about the problem from every angle and...he even used his own money to buy the materials for her.

This made Daphne feel for a time that she paid too little tuition.

After returning to the dormitory to put their things away, Tom and Bigfne rushed to the Transfiguration classroom for class.

Lucius Malfoy also arrived at Hogwarts at this time.

However, he did not go directly to Dumbledore, but came to Snape first.

After all, Lucius still had a deep fear of Dumbledore, and he would not dare to go to his house to question him without sufficient confidence.

So he came to Snape first to build up his courage, and by the way, questioned Snape why he failed to protect Malfoy.

Snape was in class when Lucius came.

He was not surprised to see Lucius appear. He told the students to keep quiet and continue brewing the potion, then he walked out of the classroom.

"Severus, shouldn't you give me an explanation?" Without any greetings, Lucius started to accuse.

Snape asked, "Do you really understand the whole story, Lucius?"

"I have asked many students, and it is certain that it was Malfoy who provoked Riddle first. There was no conflict between the two before. It is obvious that Malfoy wanted to improve his status in the first year by dragging down Tom, but unfortunately he failed."

"What can I say in this situation?"

Lucius was even more dissatisfied when he heard Snape's explanation: "A country bumpkin, you watched Draco grow up, Severus, he hung Draco in the lounge for a whole night!

"Our Malfoy family has lost all face. Aren't we friends?"

You Malfoy family have no dignity.

"Yes, of course we are friends." Snape sneered in his heart, but admitted it, "But work and life must be clearly separated. Both of them are my students. I will not favor either side. You will not forget the rules of survival in Slytherin, right?"

Lucius was silent.

Slytherin has never changed. When he was in school, he relied on his family background and the "friends" he had won over to bully other students.

Who could have thought that there would be a reversal of events when it came to his son, a b*****d from Muggle family, who was not afraid of the reputation of their pure-blood family. People from other families also watched coldly.

Lucius' eyes darkened. "Severus, are you sure that Riddle is okay?"

"A person who has never been exposed to magic can defeat a seventh-grade student who is about to graduate in a short time."

"Oh, is it possible that he is the only genius and we are all fools?"

"Could it be that he has mastered some extraordinary black magic? Who taught him?"

Snape snorted in his heart. He naturally understood what Lucius Malfoy was worried about. He didn't want to waste any more time, so he directly said, "Lucius, Dumbledore vouched for Riddle. He has no problems, and he has not used any dark magic or other means."

"This world is inherently uneven. If you still have objections, you can go talk to the guy on the eighth floor."

Lucius Malfoy still didn't let Snape go, and begged him to take him to Dumbledore's office.

Principal's office.

Lucius Malfoy got the answer he wanted from Snape and became more confident.

As soon as he entered the room, he asked Dumbledore to fire Tom.

Dumbledore tilted his head in distress. "Lucius, as I recall, the school directors do not seem to have the power to interfere with the school's internal decisions. Even if they do... it should be the result of the agreement of all the school directors."

"I'm asking you as a father!"

Lucius was very angry. Wasn't Dumbledore clearly mocking him for not knowing his own limitations and not knowing what was good for him?

Especially that weird look, it's like he's looking at a fool!

Dumbledore smiled gently, in stark contrast to the red-hot Lucius: "I just learned about this incident, but I must know the details before I can impose any punishment."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of parchment and wrote something on it. Then he folded the paper into a thousand paper cranes and sent them out the window.

"Please wait a moment. I have asked Mr. Filch to invite the two parties to come over and hear what they think."

Lucius snorted and sank down on the sofa, not looking at Dumbledore.

Snape said calmly, "I'm going back to class. I have no objection to whatever punishment you give me."

"Thank you for your hard work, Severus."

In the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall was asking the little wizards to turn water cups into pencil cases. Tom was the first to finish without exception, adding two points for Slytherin.

He did not succeed in one go, but first transformed into a rudimentary form, and then tried twice more under the guidance of Professor McGonagall before he achieved the perfect transformation.

In this way, he not only demonstrates his talent as a reasonably excellent student, but also provides emotional value to the professors, allowing her to enjoy the pleasure of helping students improve.

Kill two birds with one stone.

He wasn't playing tricks to get ahead, he was just trying to earn more credits.

"Focus your mental strength more and stop looking at me all the time. You want to transform this cup, not my face."

"Oh." Daphne withdrew her gaze from Tom's face and was about to cast a spell when the door of the classroom was pushed open with great force, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Professor McGonagall frowned. "Filch? What do you want?"

"Professor McGonagall." Filch smiled ugly, "Headmaster Dumbledore needs Malfoy and Riddle to come over, now.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the two people who were named. Malfoy looked ecstatic, and Tom stood up calmly.

After getting permission, the two followed Filch out of the classroom.

Almost all the Slytherin students guessed why Dumbledore called the two over, and they were whispering about whether Dumbledore would punish Tom.

As for dismissal?

No one would be so stupid. Dumbledore had been the headmaster for all these years and had never expelled any students. It was just a fight. There were many more serious mistakes than this, but nothing happened.

Even Daphne didn't look worried. She practiced Transfiguration seriously, hoping to succeed before the end of get out of class today.

"You know why, right?" Hermione couldn't help but be curious, so she sat down in Tom's seat and asked, "Greengrass, Tom and Malfoy had a dispute?

Daphne glanced at her. "Granger, why should I tell you?"

"You can say it if you want." Hermione curled her lips, "You are not worried at all, which means it is not a big problem.

"I'll ask him alone when I go to the library one day, and he will definitely tell me."

Daphne was in a bad mood and her Transfiguration spell failed again. She didn't like the silent atmosphere of the library, so Tom and Hermione basically spent their time alone in the library.

But suddenly she thought of something and became happy again.

"You don't know yet, do you? Tom has agreed to help me with my studies. We have been practicing together this weekend. I may not have much time to go to the library in the future. You should find a Gryffindor companion."

Now it was Hermione's turn to bite her lip. She finally knew why she hadn't seen Tom the whole weekend. It turned out that he was helping Daphne with her homework.

She is obviously smarter than Daphne and studies harder.

But because Tom often gave Daphne advice, the two seemed to be at about the same level of progress.

How about...I also seek counseling from Tom?

...Please give me flowers......

But there is no such thing as getting something for nothing, especially for those who grew up in the capital world, who value input and output more.

What reward could she give Tom?

For a moment, Hermione had no intention of arguing with Daphne and fell into distress.

On the other side, Tom and Malfoy followed Filch all the way and arrived at the corridor on the eighth floor.

Malfoy's nose was almost upturned along the way, but he didn't say anything harsh like Tom.

He was afraid of being beaten again.

Filch is a rubbish Squib.

Can't protect him.

Anyway, in his opinion, Tom will be severely punished soon, and it won't be too late to ridicule him then. If Tom dares to hit him again and refuses to change, he may really be fired.

Thinking of this, Malfoy actually laughed out loud, which scared Filch who had been leading the way in front.

Filch glanced at the smirking Malfoy strangely, feeling that there must be something wrong with this guy.

Filch stopped in front of a gargoyle.

The stone statue suddenly came alive and opened its mouth to ask: "Password?"

"Jelly slugs."

The gargoyles moved to the side, revealing a passage behind.

"You go in, the headmaster is waiting for you inside." Filch said and left.

Malfoy rushed in impatiently. When Tom wanted to go in, he was stopped by the claws of the gargoyles. He asked unhappily:

"Boy, what was that look in your eyes just now?"

Tom was surprised: "Can you understand human eyes?"

The gargoyle opened its mouth and said, "I have existed longer than your family tree. You clearly disliked me just now, didn't you?"

"Then how long have you existed, and who created you?" Tom asked curiously.

The gargoyle kept its mouth shut: "This is my secret, I won't tell you.

"All right."

Tom admitted frankly: "I do dislike you because you are so ugly."

The gargoyle was furious: "What do you mean I'm ugly? It's because the person who created me had poor aesthetic taste, damn Salazar..."

"Oh~" Tom suddenly realized: "So you are the work of the founder, no wonder you look much smarter than other statues."

"You born evil Slytherin brat, you actually tried to trick me." The gargoyle was horrified and gave him a hug: "Go in.

The gargoyles pushed Tom up the spiral staircase and slammed the door shut.

Tom was speechless. Didn't you say it yourself?

The spiral staircase automatically rose and Tom was brought to a gate shaped like a lion's body and a griffin.

The door is not closed, you can go in directly.

There were three people in the room, Dumbledore, and two Malfoys with the same platinum hair.

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"Good day, Professor." Tom bowed slightly, completely ignoring the two Malfoys.

"Good day, Mr. Riddle."

Dumbledore smiled warmly, waved his wand, and a soft chair fell behind Tom.

"Please be at your own leisure. I just want to understand the situation. I heard that you had a conflict with Mr. Malfoy?"

Tom sat on the soft chair, leaning against the soft and comfortable cushions and nodded gently: "Malfoy seems to think that an orphan is easy to bully, and wants to gain some sense of existence through me."

"It's a pity that he picked the wrong person. Orphans are best at protecting themselves.

"He's lying!"

With his father's support, Malfoy became much bolder. "I just asked Goyle to kindly remind you to be more low-key, but you attacked me directly!"

"You, remind me?" Tom frowned. "Malfoy, do you want me to be like you, cowardly and unwilling to show up for the duel you proposed?"

The two Malfoys' faces turned extremely sour.

Tom looked at Lucius Malfoy. His white hair made him look unruly, and his eyes were full of malice, all directed at him.

Children who always tell tales are really annoying. Tom knows that Dumbledore will protect him, and he doesn't care about Malfoy's troubles, but... flies can also make people upset.

How about...making a cameo appearance as a dark wizard?

Let Malfoy also experience the lifestyle of an orphan.

He was much luckier than himself, at least he could inherit a large fortune. There was no inheritance tax in the magic world. No, there was no tax at all. It was simply a tax imposed on capitalists and nobles.

Heaven.

Lucius, who was thinking about which angle to attack Tom, suddenly felt his hair stand on end and his scalp tingling. He looked up and met Tom's cold eyes.

This kind of look... he had seen it before, on the Dark Lord.

Lucius startled and slapped the coffee table, making it buzz.

"That's too much!"

"That's right!" Draco Malfoy became more and more excited.

"Draco! It turned out that you were the one who went out of your way to provoke Mr. Riddle. Why don't you apologize to him right now!"

"Right... Huh?!"