Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Reinvesting in the content of the book, Tom's eyes flashed. He needed to find records about the Gaunt family. Just as he was about to get up and look for other books, Tom saw a touch of red from the corner of his eye. He put on a fake smile and sat down again. good.

"Hey! I finally have a chance to talk to you. I didn't expect you to go to Slytherin~" Ian happily greeted his friends, took his new friend's arm and sat opposite Tom, "He is my roommate. ~Mitch Milkovich!”

The two met for the first time and exchanged names. After chatting in a low voice, Tom brought the topic to the Gaunt family, "Do you know who is in this family?"

Mickey frowned. As a pure-blood, he had heard some rumors, "The people in that family are violent and paranoid lunatics. Marvolo Gaunt and his son, Morfin Gaunt, attacked Ministry of Magic officials." After entering Azkaban, the old madman died not long after he was released from prison."

Seeing the disgusted looks on the two people opposite him, Tom's eyes darkened, not sure if those people were his relatives, "Are they...really the descendants of Slytherin?"

With a matter-of-fact look, Ian nodded, "Of course, in the entire wizarding world, they are the only ones with Parseltongues... Stop talking about this, Tom, how are you in Slytherin? Do you want to talk to him? Shall we go to the kitchen together?"

Tom chuckled a few times and sighed in his heart that the two of them were worthy of being Hufflepuffs. They could find where the kitchen was so quickly. "You guys go, I want to read some more books. Dean Slughorn arranged it." I need to find some information for my thesis."

Holding his head with a headache, Ian offered his knees to the top student. He would rather soak himself in the potion than read those tomes! "It's a pity that you didn't go to Ravenclaw, okay~ We're going to meet up with the Fat Monk. The ghosts in our college are very kind~ Much better than Bloody Balor..."

Listening helplessly to the little badger's complaints, Tom covered his mouth and pointed behind the two of them, "Wish you good luck~" He stood up and left with the book in his arms. Tom glanced at the college ghost with black blood on his body and dragging the chain, eh ..He can understand why Bloody Balor is not liked by young wizards..

After spending the afternoon in the library, Tom was very sure of his identity and felt a little excited. Those arrogant idiots were talking about pure blood, but he was the purest blood in Slytherin!

I really look forward to seeing those people crawling at my feet one day in the future, offering their loyalty to the mixed blood they once called dirty.

Tom imagined that scene and laughed heartily. He wanted to become the greatest wizard in the world, but he alone was not enough... He also needed some helpers. His eyes flashed, and Tom remembered what he had encountered today. Two classmates arrived.

As long as he shows his talent and strength to the stupid pure-bloods, breaks their pride and makes them realize the gap between them and him, won't he be able to easily gain two followers? Just like those two fat, brainless guys following behind Senior Malfoy.

The next day, no matter what class he was in, Tom would always be the first to complete the professors' requirements, even if he was making potions alone, which attracted Slughorn's attention.

Standing quietly next to Tom, Professor Slughorn saw the faint silvery white steam, smiled and patted his palms gently, "It's a perfect finished product! Tom~ You won five points for Slytherin!"