Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

After putting on the hat for a moment, Dumbledore turned sideways and looked back at Tom, a Parseltongue? Descendants of Slytherin? He left without saying anything else. Gellert's matter was the first priority right now. As for the little guy who was suspected of being a Parseltongue, let's keep an eye on him after he enters school.

Being too ambitious is not a good thing. He could tell that this Riddle was not a simple boy...

Tom pursed his lips and sat back on the bed. He was a little annoyed at why he didn't explain just now. It was only the first time that he met Professor Dumbledore, but he was attracted by that powerful ability. If possible, he really wanted to talk to him. This professor makes good connections.

"It doesn't matter. As long as you study hard in school, maybe Professor Dumbledore will forget this bad meeting."

Showing a sincere smile, Tom jumped around the room happily a few times, great! He is a wizard, not a monster! There are countless people with the same ability as him! As long as he enrolls in school, he can learn that advanced magic!

"Haha~" Lying on the bed, Tom picked up a pillow and covered his face to prevent the laughter from spreading. Today is the happiest day for him~

Thinking of what Professor Dumbledore had just said, Tom was going shopping tomorrow. He instantly became disappointed. He closed the door and looked around. He took out the money he had saved from every corner of the room. It only amounted to two shillings. Damn... There was no way he could afford anything for school.

Rolling on the bed in fear, Tom got up with two fresh black circles under his eyes. He couldn't sleep at all last night. He finally found out his identity as a wizard. If he couldn't learn magic because he had no money, it would be better not to know this. thing.

Sitting in the room helplessly, Tom was a little impatient. Why hasn't the professor come yet? Could it be that he knows about his predicament and is preparing to refuse his admission?

"Long time you wait, little Mr. Riddle."

Dumbledore's steady voice was like the sound of nature. Tom stood up suddenly, suppressed his excitement, kept telling himself to stay calm and never lose his temper. He followed the example of the gentlemen he had seen and bowed, Tom He put on a decent smile and nodded reservedly, "Good day~ Professor Dumbledore."

'As expected of a descendant of Slytherin...'

Feeling deep in his heart, Dumbledore twitched the corner of his mouth and motioned for the little guy to follow him. The two came to an uninhabited corner. Dumbledore reached out and pressed Tom's shoulders, "I will take it with you next. Your Apparition may not look too good to someone who is Apparating for the first time...don't be too alarmed."

'Snapped'

There was a small popping sound, and Tom felt a violent squeezing sensation. This was indeed not a wonderful thing. He should be lucky that he had no appetite today, otherwise he would definitely vomit it out.

Standing on the ground with a pale face, Tom missed the feeling of being down-to-earth. From now on...he must invent a flying magic! Never experience this bad thing again.

Grinning quietly, Dumbledore waited for the little guy to calm down and regain his composure. He cleared his throat and pointed at the building in front of him, "It is located on Charing Cross Road, sandwiched between a bookstore and Between the record stores is the Leaky Cauldron. You know, decades ago, we were busy for a long time. All the wizards gathered together and used a lot of forgetting spells to modify the plan of the entire road."

"This prevented the Leaky Cauldron from being razed to the ground. After all, this is one of the entrances to the wizarding world. It's a very memorable place, isn't it~ especially for children like you."