Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

After class, Tom held his textbooks and prepared to go to the library to search for information. He turned a corner and stopped in the deserted corridor. He rolled his eyes vaguely before turning around and looking at the people following him with a fake smile. "Avery, Rozier, what do you two want from me?"

Avery raised his chin and slapped his friend with his arm, "Evan, do you think the Sorting Hat is too stupid to sort such a poor guy into Slytherin?"

Rolling his eyes helplessly, Evan didn't quite understand his little friend's brain circuitry. Why did this guy have to take the trouble to find trouble with a mixed-race? If he had the time, he would rather play broomstick with Radofus Lestrange. !

"You guy!" Avery pushed his friend who ignored him in embarrassment, and angrily pulled out his wand and pointed at the damn half-blood, "If you have any sense, get out of Slytherin yourself! Otherwise, I will come to you." Last curse!"

Pursing his mouth tightly, Tom also took out the magic spell a little irritably, "Grin and hula!" The tickling spell accurately fell on Avery. Tom looked at it coldly and raised his hands in surrender, as if it had nothing to do with him. Evan, "Can I go!"

Evan shrugged, he didn't stop anyone from leaving, right? He helped the idiot who laughed until he cried, "Haha... you will really cause trouble for me. Professor Mellors has taught Riddle a lot of magic spells in private, so why bother~"

Feeling that he was really going to die from laughing, Avery held his aching stomach and punched the bastard who was watching the show, "Hospital Wing...haha...wow...I'm going to die..."

Tom put his wand away and watched the two classmates leave. The moment he turned to leave, he smelled the familiar fragrance of flowers again. He looked back behind him, but there was nothing. He narrowed his eyes and decided to go to the library first. He wanted to find out more about Slater. Lin's matter.

Finding a few history books from the bookshelf, Tom found an empty seat nearby, sat down and began to browse the contents of the books.

'Parseltongue is the hallmark of Salazar Slytherin, the Slytherin family came from the Mire, leaving a locket with an "S" engraved on it, which was eventually owned by the Gaunt family... Slytherin's wand The core is a basilisk horn, and this wand can enter a dormant state after receiving special instructions...'

Tom, who was reading carefully, moved the tip of his nose, and a slender white finger appeared in his sight, pointing at the 'Gaunt Family'. Tom put on a well-behaved look when he raised his head, "Senior Malfoy, what's the matter?" Something?"

Abraxas casually picked up the book and flipped through it, without answering with a slight smile. This little guy... seemed to be curious about his life experience~ If he remembered correctly, Riddle's middle name was Marvolo.

A descendant of the Gunter family? Do you want to give me some tips~ However, wouldn’t this take away a lot of fun?

Abraxas smiled and bent down, whispering softly in the other person's ear, "Little Tom...next time, remember to hide the impatience in your eyes...it's very obvious~"

After standing up, he looked at the pale pink earlobes. Abraxas's indifferent gray eyes were full of smiles. He reached out and tapped his ears, "It's cute to be shy~ But... don't be like this in front of other people." ..."

Wanting to scold the senior for his bad taste, Tom thought about what he had heard in the past few days and held back his temper. He couldn't understand why the heir of the Malfoy family would be interested in a little orphan like him.