Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Blowing his nose, Hero took a deep breath and continued to explain, "Unless the protective formation here is broken by the heirs...but...this kind of thing will not happen, I believe sir!"

"It's true..." After breathing out slowly, Tom walked to the house elf and raised his hand to touch the enslaved race for the first time.

"Of course, I don't dare to disappoint Slytherin, otherwise I will become a monster in the secret room. Tonight, I will go to the kitchen to have a look, but I hope you can be quiet."

His whole body was shaking with excitement. Hero grabbed his big ears and his chest heaved violently. He wanted to speak, but he kept his mouth shut to prevent himself from screaming.

Nodding vigorously, the elf disappeared immediately. He...he wanted to go back and show off! Distinguished descendant of Slytherin! Touch his head!

This is an honor! Merlin's beard! He wants to pluck the hair off the top of his head and keep it!

Tom moved his lips, but he just blinked. Why is the elf running so fast? ! If you don’t have breakfast, you should at least have a cup of coffee to refresh yourself...

After knocking on the cup, Tom picked up the hot coffee and just put it to his mouth when there was a damn knock on the door, "...The wizarding world really needs a Dark Lord..."

Putting down the cup, Tom stood up and opened the door. Unsurprisingly, it was his stupid godson who said, "Lucius, you still haven't changed... you've always been so expressionless."

"Huh? Father is here?" Hearing the improvement in his godfather's tone, Lucius chuckled and walked into the office, then knelt on the ground with a 'pop'.

"..."

"....Godfather, I'm a little tired..."

"Idiot, I'm more tired than you, get out of here!"

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Tom finally took a sip of his coffee, then put the cup down helplessly, "Spread your palms,"

Tilting his head, Lucius stretched out his hand. The treated wound left a very shallow scar that could not be found without looking carefully.

"Godfather, there is a magic potion to remove scars..."

"Ha." He sneered. Tom really wanted to smash this guy's head. This kind of wound can be healed thanks to the fact that this is Hogwarts!

"She can't get paid from you here. Every little wizard has signed a contract with this place when their name appears in the Book of Access."

Tom closed his eyes and carefully recalled his conversations with the portraits of past principals. The magic in Hogwarts was not truly eternal.

It needs the magic power emanating from the little wizards to maintain it.

Fortunately, Lucius has not left here yet. Even though he has reached adulthood, he is still protected by the power of the contract.

pity...

"The time you have here is not long, and it cannot completely offset the side effects of last night. Even if the deal is interrupted, you will still have to bear the corresponding price..."

"As for what it is..." Tom stared at Lucius's bloodless face, feeling a little irritated. "Unfortunately, I don't know. Maybe you will lose something important..."

"It's better to have a brain, you don't have much anyway."

Lucius looked at the scar on the palm of his hand. What's the price? If no one else was involved, of course he would willingly offer it, "Please forgive me, Godfather..."

"It is undeniable that what I did was too stupid, but I can't ignore my anger."