Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Tom's mood improved at the end of October, and he took Professor McGonagall with him first to stop the white-bearded old bee who wanted to escape.

"Albus! Don't forget what day it is! Do you want Hogwarts to become a laughing stock? Take off your ridiculous black cloak!"

Professor McGonagall had a straight face and shouted angrily at the bastard principal dressed like a thief, "Hurry up! Don't force me to use magic spells on you!"

"You are the principal! You must prepare early, Durmstrang's guests are coming...M's!"

When Tom heard the scolding, he raised his eyebrows and took a step back, locked the doors and windows of the principal's office with magic, and leaned leisurely against the wall with his arms folded.

Um...

He is worthy of being a wizard from Gryffindor~

‘Strength’ is indeed very high... Look at this over-the-shoulder throw, how standard it is...

"You want to wear a ridiculous lady's dress! Go greet the guests?! You idiot! Don't put a bow on your beard! Idiot!"

'BOOM'

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With a strange nostalgic gaze, Tom looked up and down at the bruised and bruised old bee. Tom raised his hand to block the crazily raised corners of his mouth.

"Ahem... Minerva, leave the rest to me... Please work with Filius to decorate the auditorium~"

After adjusting her hair, Professor McGonagall raised her chin and glared at the crying old bee in warning, "Okay..."

"Tom, don't be fooled by Dumbledore! You are too indulgent to him..."

Smiling and nodding, Tom took the initiative to open the locked door. After sending the angry Lion King away, he sat on the sofa and crossed his legs.

"Accept your fate...Dumbledore, isn't it exciting to reunite with old friends~"

"......"

Dumbledore sniffed, took out his wand and waved it on his face. After the bruises were gone, he sat down opposite Tom gloomily.

"Tom..what benefit did he give you, or...what promise did he make to you?"

"Don't try to lie to me... After going through that period, you will not let Gellert come here. You... will not let Mr. Malfoy..."

"You are in any danger unless...you made some kind of deal with that bastard...a deal you kept secret from me..."

Covering his mouth with his fist again, Tom shrugged his shoulders in a bad way, "How could that be possible~ Grindelwald and I are not familiar with each other, or..."

"Guess what~ I guess you don't need my tips... do you~"

After a few swear words, Dumbledore gradually calmed down, sat on the sofa and applied the hair growth potion on his chin...

Who did his beard offend? ? ?

Dumbledore pinned his insanely long beard to his belt again, and gave a 'tsk' sound, no longer paying attention to the nasty bastard who was watching the show.

"Professor Riddle! You should come with me! Go and be our 'distinguished guest'!"

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The news had been received a few days ago. The young wizards gathered in the open space outside the castle and discussed enthusiastically what Durmstrang's wizard would be like.

"I heard it's colder there than here. Maybe they'll be dressed like bears!"

"Don't be stupid, even you know the Warming Charm...don't they?"