Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"Hehe..." Dumbledore awkwardly canceled the Disillusionment Curse, ignoring Tom's eyes that wanted to kill someone, and curiously looked at the frame, "Well... after all, I am also the Headmaster..."

"It might be dangerous, Tom~ Let me go in with you!"

"If you are so curious, I suggest you try staring at the basilisk. Maybe you will solve the mystery of death..."

Tom had a headache and avoided Dumbledore's outstretched hand in disgust, "I don't need your wand!"

Dumbledore silently put away the Elder Wand, secretly lamenting that Tom was so ignorant that he didn't even care about the Deathly Hallows?

"I'm very curious...whether Mrs. Smith's countless treasures...were burned by He Qi..."

"I'm more curious... Do you have nothing to do all day?"

Tom's temples were pounding. He really couldn't live in peace with this old bee! If this is a 'bribery', then start threatening?

He didn't kill the person, he just accidentally lost a bottle of potion, and even the Ministry of Magic couldn't convict him!

And those treasures... were just 'picked up' by chance. After Heqi couldn't bear to damage those things and moved them to an open space...

"Do the Potters know that you are thinking about their heirlooms? Why, do you need me to lend you the Resurrection Stone and collect the three Deathly Hallows to show you how stupid you really are?"

With wandering eyes, Dumbledore raised his hands helplessly and surrendered, "Tom...you have to forgive a lonely old man...you know..."

"I have never denied your talent. If there is danger here... I will stand in front of you to protect you..."

Knowing that Dumbledore was telling the truth, Tom looked away and looked at the empty frame in trance. After waiting for a while, he sighed quietly.

"...Isn't the one in Nurmengard more lonely..."

Defeating Dumbledore 2:0, Tom's mouth slightly raised, and he walked into the photo frame amidst the basilisk's cursing voice.

It was like walking into another space. The aroma of grass and trees lingered on the tips of their noses. Tom observed the dense jungle around him.

Follow the gravel path towards the small house in the distance.

........................

The two of them arrived in front of the cabin in silence. Dumbledore hid his right hand in his sleeve to ensure that he could fight back immediately.

It's not that he doesn't trust the founder, it's just that it's always better to be cautious...

'Is it finally here...'

At the same time as the Parseltongue came out, the closed wooden door opened from the inside. Tom took a deep breath and stepped into the room. The entire room was almost entirely filled with books, with only a few simple pieces of silverware as decorations.

Salazar walked out from behind a bookshelf and looked at the handsome little guy in front of him with satisfaction. He was worthy of being his descendant. This little face is so good~

It's a pity that it lacks a bit of evil charm and is still not as charming as him...

Not knowing what their ancestors were thinking, Tom and Dumbledore both bowed and saluted. After standing up, Tom looked at the person in front of him with a strange feeling.

'Mr. Slytherin...'

'Sit down and talk...Albus Dumbledore...have you ever pulled out Godric's sword before~'

Dumbledore was so embarrassed that he wanted to die. His head hung down and he didn't say a word. Tom's mouth was so vicious! It must be because of Slytherin blood! ! !

Salazar chuckled. His soul had long been integrated into the castle. He knew exactly what happened. He wanted his descendants to make inferior Horcruxes?

What a courageous dog~