Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

The platinum golden color that appeared in his peripheral vision was like countless sharp knives. Tom tilted his head slightly to one side and closed his eyes to clear his mind.

"Boss~ This year's freshmen, there are quite a few lunatics! Are we going to have a welcome party for our dear juniors?"

Tom opened his eyes, glanced at Radofos who spoke, followed the other person's line of sight, turned to look forward, and looked at the few arrogant little nobles indifferently, "Ha~ I don't mind, let them see me clearly Strength.."

A wicked smile appeared on his face. As the heir of Lestrange, Radofos looked down upon the stupid Dolohov, let alone the lunatic of the Nott family. He was simply giving the Holy Twenty The eight tribes slandered, "I'm really looking forward to it~ Speaking of which...Senior Malfoy will graduate next year..."

Evan Rozier pinched his friend's thigh, stretched out his hand to cover his cry of pain, took a deep breath and looked nervously at the person opposite with a gloomy face, this idiot! Who better to mention than the Platinum Aristocrats? ! Are you blind or simply brainless?

Tapping his fingers on the table, Tom put away the cold air emanating from his body, smoothed his hair and smiled nonchalantly, "Yeah~ It's a pity that I'm not qualified...to attend the senior's wedding."

After reacting, Radofos did not dare to answer. He cleared his throat and started to change the subject, "Ahem~ By the way, the movement in Germany is getting louder and louder. Many people have already gathered to resist the Umbilical Party. In my case, It seems that that person’s philosophy is not wrong, wizards should not hide..."

Hearing about Grindelwald again, Tom lowered his eyes and said nothing. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind. Should he do something for the future of the wizarding world like his ancestors...Muggles? I'm tired of seeing those people's ugly faces.

"Maybe..." Tom's eyes fell on the professor's seat, firmly fixed on Professor Dumbledore. That gentleman has not set foot in the UK. Rumor has it that it is because Dumbledore is here. Tom's eyes flashed and he saw The strength of that person is not as tyrannical as imagined, "It's not necessarily true that he will fail..."

The last sentence was said so softly that the others did not hear it clearly. They just thought it was Tom who suddenly thought of something, and they all put their minds aside and continued to watch the sorting ceremony.

Abraxas, who was at the top of the list, tilted his head and whispered something to the people around him. His eyes were involuntarily looking for his little friend. He hadn't seen him for a few months and had lost some weight. He frowned slightly with dissatisfaction. This guy, didn't he? Have a good meal?

"If you look any further, it will cause a commotion, Abraxas... Do I need to remind you again to pay attention to your position?" Volga couldn't help but remind him, and many people were already following his gaze. , didn’t you realize that the little mixed-blood was already a little impatient with other people’s gazes?

"Okay... okay~" Abraxas sighed in his heart. His old father didn't know where he heard the news, and warned him not to go too far, saying that male favorites should wait until after the wedding. Just fine.

Covering his forehead with a headache, Abraxas wanted to be disrespectful to his father. How could he have such despicable thoughts? He is really... outrageous!

"What a pity~ I couldn't see Orion's entrance ceremony..Have you already decided? Always pure Black.."

Clenching her fist and gritting her teeth, Volga resisted the urge to punch him. She could have sworn that this damn guy must have done it on purpose. "Ha...it's better than not loving at all!" Come on! Hurt each other! Bastard peacock!