Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Glancing at Tom with a resentful look, Dumbledore ground his molars, wanting to spill the coffee in his hand on his expensive-looking robe!

"Don't you want to explain...Tom...you should know that little wizards also need time for leisure and entertainment..."

"The seven years they spent at Hogwarts are their most precious memories..."

Tom raised the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but be speechless. Dumbledore was coming to scold him...

Gently putting down the cup, Tom adjusted his mood and expression, lowered his eyes, and blocked his eyes with his long and thick eyelashes...

"Then my memories aren't precious...I just want them to be better..."

With nothing to say and no way to refute, Dumbledore sighed countless times, it's all his fault!

"...Herbert is ready to retire...I already have the right person for the role of Professor of Herbology, an excellent herbalist from Hufflepuff..."

"Perhaps you would be willing to deliver the invitation letter for me?"

Tom raised his eyes and met those sparkling blue eyes, unsure of what this old madman wanted to do, "I'm not an owl... What is your real purpose..."

Dumbledore giggled awkwardly, lowered his head and played with his beard, "Okay, actually I want you to go to the Muggle world..."

"Speaking of which, this matter has something to do with you... Tom... those followers of yours have quite a bit of ambition..."

"Mulciber secretly approached Fenrir Greyback...the notorious werewolf... As for what agreement the two of them reached, I don't know..."

With an expressionless face, Tom tapped the armrest with his fingers, good...that damn guy...does he have to die to be at peace?

Looking at the old bee who still had his head lowered, Tom sneered disdainfully, "Oh, do you need me to thank you... Dumbledore... I didn't expect you to care about me so much..."

"This matter really has nothing to do with me. I knew you would misunderstand...you guessed it...the relationship between the owner of the Pig Head Bar and me. I will always hear interesting news from him."

As he began to explain with a headache, Dumbledore almost swore to Merlin that he really wasn't staring at Tom's lackey!

The leader of the dark wizards all works here, and rounding off those pure-blood nobles are also his employees...

Tom gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and left Hogwarts directly. It seemed that he didn't need to worry about his job...

That old bee who will be fed up with sweets sooner or later must have been ready to give a few lessons in his place! !

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Angry as never before, Tom called Mulciber to the manor he had purchased, and cast the Cruciatus Curse upon seeing him.

He looked at the idiot rolling and wailing on the ground with a gloomy face.

"Ah... I forgot, the person who likes to use the Cruciatus Curse is Travers... Let me think about what you like best?"

Tom spoke calmly, pacing slowly in front of Mulciber, tapping the yew wand in his hand lightly.

"Yes... you like to use the Imperius Curse... to force others to do some terrible things... then... the soul leaves the body..."

Voldemort deliberately retained Mulciber's consciousness so that he could consciously experience the pain and fear of breaking his arm.

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His cold and indifferent eyes swept over the man who was only breathing. Tom held Slytherin's wand in his left hand, and a burst of coolness swept away his depressed mood.

With a wave of his hand, Tom performed a simple treatment on the person on the ground. If he wanted to die, he would make sure that the person died...

He is very kind, isn't he?

"Boss...Boss...Did I do anything wrong..."

Mulciber had a glimmer of understanding, endured the pain and crawled on the ground, wondering how his little move could be discovered.

He didn't tell anyone about that...

Damn it...could it be that despicable werewolf who leaked the secret?

But all he did was to expand his power for the boss!

"Don't you know yet... Mulciber, have you fallen to this point... Greyback? Huh? Do you also want to join... the werewolf camp!"

Tom's patience was about to run out. He really couldn't understand how this guy, a notorious werewolf, could help him.

Isn't it just for his own ambitions to win over the werewolves under his banner, hoping that those creatures will take revenge on the hybrids...

If this matter spreads, he will have to bear the infamy and bear the damn consequences for something he didn't do!

"No! I just told him that there is a big man with noble blood who is willing to accept them...Boss, please believe me..."

Mulciber keenly caught the killing intent in Tom's eyes, and without caring about anything else, he crawled towards his boss in a panic.

"You have no chance....my 'friend'...."

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After Coban received the news from Tom, he quickly got dressed and left the manor. Merlin...what happened to make the boss call them to gather in the middle of the night?

It's really just that I have a godson, and I don't care if my younger brothers have heirs...

Radofus rubbed his eyes, yawned profusely and greeted the group of people who came over, "What do you think is going on, boss?"

"Who knows... But what about Mulciber? Why hasn't he arrived yet? Do I need to wait for him..."

August drank a bottle of recovery potion and shuddered. The taste of the potion was really strange...

"....Let's go, maybe he has arrived..."

Coban glanced at the guy who was deliberately reminding him, and cursed in his heart. August, a shameless man, knew how to use his honest appearance to fool people...

In fact, he has too many eyes... He doesn't believe that this guy's spying skills don't know what's going on...

August:..........

I know shit!

Don’t you want to give birth to an heir as soon as possible?

Avery and Rozier lowered their heads quietly. They couldn't think about this kind of thing, so it was better to be dumb and stupid...

They don't know Mulciber or anything...

We're already here... I'm afraid the body is already lying on the ground... Tsk, tsk, tsk... you brainless idiot...