Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"The Horcruxes made by splitting souls are just defective products. I will find an opportunity... to visit Nico Flamel..."

"Dumbledore would be 'happy' to introduce me..."

"I kind of sympathize with that headmaster...Dumbledore offended the wrong person~"

"The most important thing you should say now...should be 'come in'..."

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Returning to Hogwarts with a glowing face, everyone could see Tom's good mood. Dumbledore winked mischievously, rubbed his hands and trotted to Tom's side.

"Oh my goodness~ Young people are so good~ Do you agree with my idea now? Love is the greatest magic~"

Faced with the old lunatic's teasing, Tom raised the corners of his lips in a bad way and glanced up and down at Dumbledore in front of him, "Indeed... he is so great that the leader of the Wiccan Party..."

"It's such a touching love to be willing to stay in a cold and cold prison~ Would it be more comfortable to live in a cage built by one's own hands?"

"Ah~ Do you want to put on a play this Christmas? What would be a good name...'Broken Blood Pact' or 'Hot Crazy Love'?"

"...Shut up, Tom...don't make me do it..."

With a disdainful snort, Tom raised his chin and looked provocatively at the open space, "Proper exercise is also suitable for the elderly~"

Shaking and cold, Dumbledore touched the tip of his nose and silently put away his Elder Wand. He said, the brat must be coveting his Elder Wand. He wouldn't be so stupid!

The two of them walked towards the castle together. Dumbledore suddenly stopped halfway and looked resentfully at the bastard beside him, "Am I... really old? How does Brutus maintain himself?"

Tom:..........

grass! Crazy!

"...Glory Potion and Beauty Potion...but~ this is of no use to you, after all..." Tom once again put on a sarcastic smile and slowly said the heartbreaking last sentence...

"..You are ugly to begin with~"

Stunned in place, Dumbledore waited until Tom left before coming back to his senses. He was so angry that he kept jumping on the spot, "Fart! Slander!! You petty bastard!"

"QAQ, come back! Follow me to the principal's office!! Get into the pensieve and apologize to me!!!"

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The next morning, the moment Tom stepped into the classroom, his good mood that had been going on came to an abrupt end. With a wave of his wand, he separated the little wizards who were struggling together.

"In just one weekend...have you already degenerated into...beasts that can only use your own muscles to solve problems..."

Amycus Carrow bent over and stared fiercely at the good-for-nothing Lawrence of the Fudge family, "I am willing to accept any punishment... Dear Professor Riddle..."

"Twenty points from Slytherin. In the afternoon you will go to Professor Slughorn's place for confinement for a week..."

Tom deducted the points coldly and frowned in displeasure. The 'quality' of the pure-blooded little wizard was really poor. Not only was he not smart, he was also not good-looking... He always knew how to get into trouble.

If I had known better, I wouldn't have killed the basilisk, but it's a pity...