Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"Ah~ I'm going to visit No. 7 Orphanage today. You also know how many little wizards are taken in there...compared to you who do nothing..."

"I'm very busy~ This is all for the future of the magic world, isn't it~ By the way, Minerva will go with me today..."

After being hit in the fatal spot, Dumbledore trembled and instantly returned to his serious appearance as a principal. He turned to look at the serious witch with a smile.

"Minerva..are you going to see the poor children with Tom this weekend?"

The youngest witch among the three nodded, and pulled off her sleeves with a straight face, "That's right... I can't imagine how those abandoned little wizards feel..."

"Compared to idiots who do nothing, Tom deserves a first-class Order of Merlin for everything he does. Hum, Sir Merlin...a bunch of blind old guys!"

With a smile on his face, Dumbledore waved his two former students away. As for the invisible arrow stuck behind his back, who would care...

Minerva has matured a lot, otherwise she would never have spoken so tactfully...

I think back then~ Minerva gave her a 'kind' greeting, and the whole family of the little wizard who knocked her off the broom for a foul on the Quidditch pitch...

From the day she left the hospital wing, no one in the entire Hogwarts wizard family dared to provoke the hot-tempered Minerva...

Including him...

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Tom took Minerva into Orphanage No. 7. The first person who rushed over was Greene Avery, who was ordered by his boss to 'cleanse' his soul here.

Avery felt extremely aggrieved, with a cry in his voice. He could not talk nonsense or instill any ideas into the little wizard...

He can only put on a smile every day, 'serve' these young ancestors, and teach etiquette and basic theories of magic. If possible, he would really rather empty his treasury...

Just to get out of this ‘hell’!

"Boss... you are really... so great. I never thought... that the position of professor is the most grueling job in the world..."

The two current professors nodded in unison. What they said made sense. Tom patted his younger brother's shoulder comfortingly, feeling a rare sense of 'conscience'.

"Let Dolphin Rolle and Evan Rozier take your job...after all, their handwriting is better."

Avery's moved expression froze in an instant, and he nodded and left this hellish place. Oh, he has no self-awareness...

The boss’s love goes all to Abraxas! That Malfoy! ! It's... he's so jealous!

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Lyle Lupine was reading fairy tales to the youngest wizard cubs, while the slightly older Remus was busy in the kitchen with his mother.

"Mom, how can I repay that gentleman?"

Ever since he was bitten by a werewolf when he was four years old, he has never been so relaxed, even though Mr. Avery...

Use it as a 'teaching material'... to warn naughty little devils...

Hope wiped her hands on her apron and looked at her son tenderly, "When you grow up, my child, there is nothing you can do now..."

"But you can call your father and ask him to use magic to bring these foods to the table..."