Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Without a group of annoying guys following him, Tom took a deep breath, feeling relieved, and walked briskly towards the library.

The two little heads sneaked together and whispered in a low voice. When they saw Tom coming, they waved their hands and made a "come here quickly" sign.

Tom smiled and sped up, and cast a silencing and ignoring spell around several people. He sat across from the two of them, took a look at Mickey's injured fist, and silently took out the healing potion, "Too impulsive, in front of so many people." I was deducted 100 points for touching someone's face..."

Ian picked up the potion and rubbed it on Mickey's hand. Both of them looked indifferent.

With one corner of his mouth raised evilly, Mickey puffed up his cheeks and said, "Only if I do it in front of others, I won't destroy him directly."

Mickey, the pseudo-good citizen and the true 'Prince' Milkovich, firmly implemented the goodness of the family, and lamented that he was not as good as his old father, "I can't be like my father, who was punished for making trouble. Expelled from Hogwarts..."

"Besides, it's only 100 points. We can't win the Academy Cup anyway, otherwise the dean wouldn't be so cheerful."

Tom felt that these two sentences from his friend contained a lot of information. What did Milkovich of the previous generation do to get fired? And the warm-hearted Professor Herbert... If he doesn't care about the scores, isn't that a blatant cover-up?

"Hufflepuff House...is really united..."

The two little badgers laughed a few times. They felt a little embarrassed when they heard Tom's compliment, but at the same time they puffed up their chests proudly, that's right! Their college is the best! It's just the Academy Cup, who cares about it?

Tom shook his head in a funny way. Tom liked this relaxed atmosphere very much. He didn't have to carefully consider the words before speaking every word, let alone ponder over and over the meaning of the nobles' words, "Okay~ Let's start tutoring. Today I will first learn the recipe and cooking method of Living Hell Decoction..."

"Tom...that was the assessment content of last year's N.E.W.Ts! Don't you think it's a bit difficult for the two of us?!"

Still smiling gently, Tom turned his wrist, and the wand slipped into his palm. A rope came out of the tip of the wand, tightly binding the two people who were about to escape. "The potion is also very important, so you can't be too biased."

Ian just wanted to cry to death here. He originally planned to pass next year's O.W.Ls exam and never have anything to do with potions in his life. Who would have thought that the top student would be so scary and let him experience N.E.W.Ts in advance?

"Ugh! Can't we... learn how to boil the potion to treat scabies first!"

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Once again, he got addicted to being a professor. Tom fell in love with this feeling. The satisfaction of teaching others the knowledge he mastered was simply great!

‘Maybe I can apply to be a professor in the future~’

Tom was a little excited in his heart. He separated from his confused friends and walked alone in the bustling campus. This was like his real 'home'.

At Hogwarts, he learned about his life experience, met people he never wanted to let go, and found friends who truly loved him...

There is no place that can compare to this place, this old castle that carries countless beautiful memories for him...