Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"You guys find some fruit to eat. I'll go pack the luggage with Rowena. Salazar, don't spoil him all the time."

"Dear Helga, don't you think... I have no way to change the troll's thinking?"

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Four powerful and outstanding wizards founded the magic school Hogwarts together, and each took their own surnames as the names of the schools.

Hogwarts was established in its early days, and the four founders took care of everything personally. Helga did not exclude any student.

Regardless of bloodline or where the little wizard comes from, at the same time, she also believes that every life is worthy of respect, including house elves who are often despised and enslaved by wizards.

"Todd, you mean... you were all kicked out by your master? If you don't mind, of course I welcome you to enter Hogwarts."

A dozen skinny house elves, dressed in clothes like dirty rags, bowed to Helga again to express their gratitude. They... finally had a home.

The leader, the house elf named Todd, burst into tears, "Ms. Hufflepuff, thank you for your kindness!"

Helga smiled, squatted down, opened her palms and a stack of contracts appeared, "To be honest, I should be grateful."

"You have to know that if you rely on me alone, even with food magic, you will feel tired~ Okay, now is not the time for us to cry."

Helga stood up, took out her wand and turned it around. The small underground kitchen began to expand, and four long tables appeared in the corresponding places of the restaurant.

"Huh~ It's almost done. Next...how about some rum~"

Helga took out a small golden cup from her pocket, tapped her wand on the rim, and the fragrant wine flowed out of it.

"To Hogwarts...cheers~"

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Hero walked to the center of the kitchen. This was the past that was passed down by word of mouth, and it was the countless times they regretted not being able to raise a toast together.

"Dear Sir... Ever since that marrow wizard poisoned and murdered Ms. Ravenclaw... Ms. Hufflepuff has never smiled again."

"Mr. Slytherin locked himself in the Chamber of Secrets, and Ms. Hufflepuff hid in the kitchen and cried. After that... none of us saw her again..."

"Sir, could you please embed the golden cup in that place? You are his descendant. Lady Hufflepuff will be happy..."

Tom looked in the direction that Hero was pointing. He saw a lively little badger with a pointed hat on his head, holding a bunch of grapes in one paw and holding it in the other free paw.

Stepping forward, Tom put the golden cup into the little badger's hand. The statue moved and held tightly the long-lost golden cup.

All the elves trembled, sobbing, and bowed to the statue.

Putting his right hand on his heart, Tom bent down and bowed. When he raised his head again, the statue had closed its eyes and held the cup firmly.

The aroma in the kitchen became stronger and stronger, and Tom muttered, "Hufflepuff wizards, no wonder they are so picky." '

With a gentle smile, Tom blinked, "This is just a joke. Loyalty, justice and diligence, madam... there are two... ha, very loyal and 'just' guys in your academy."