Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Tom glanced out the window, Gryffindor's help... swatting the damn plague to pieces with squid legs?

Dumbledore trembled, and suddenly had a bad feeling. To be honest, he didn't want to go to the bottom of Lake Hi again... Is it too late for him to improve Slytherin now?

Anyway, everyone thinks that he is not a real Gryffindor...

'squeak...'

A piercing cry entered the principal's office, and the three of them stood up at the same time and ran to the window, looking at the birds flying above the Forbidden Forest.

"Tom, where's Fox? We have to get there quickly..."

"........."

Tom silently took the ugly bald chicken from his pocket and placed it on the table. Tom squinted his eyes and did not look at the old bee, "...your pet...has passed away on its own..."

"hehe."

Having no time to talk to Tom, Dumbledore lifted up his beard, cursed and ran out of the principal's office with Grindelwald.

As for Tom... he glanced at the two old men walking swiftly and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, they are indeed powerful wizards...

Withdrawing his gaze and coming to the window, Tom took out his wand and whispered - "Minerva McGonagall's broomstick is coming."

Within a few seconds, a well-maintained broomstick hovered outside the window. Tom turned over and jumped on it. The anti-Apparition spell... is really troublesome sometimes.

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Flying to the depths of the Forbidden Forest - the place where Lucius made his mistake, Tom approached the centaur who kept shooting rockets, "Green, is this the only place with these?"

The upper body is a human, and the lower half is the body of a horse. The whole body is covered with silver-white hair. Green opened his mouth and instantly broke the gentle look, "Damn it, these filthy things! It's all because of you wizards. !”

"It's impossible to kill guys like black rats! Only fire and light can make them afraid! Riddle, what are you waiting for? Where is Li Huo? Have you forgotten how to use it!"

Automatically ignoring the curse words that followed, Tom fixed a black mouse in front of him. It was completely black, with a pair of small eyes flashing fiercely, and sharp teeth. Unlike ordinary mice, these things... would emit a little black mist. .

After burning the mouse casually, Tom took out his wand and pointed it at the putrid quagmire. Huge, scorching fire burst out, swallowing up the black mouse that emerged from the earth.

"Oh... Damn... I'm going to die... My... lungs are going to explode..."

Breathing heavily, Dumbledore quickly looked around at the killing curse, "We must inform everyone about this quickly, Fawkes...M's! Tom Riddle! Get out of here!" Hogwarts! Leave it to me here, and you can make the arrangements outside!"

With a little bit of excuse, Tom held his tongue and left the Forbidden Forest. Indeed, rather than staying here, he should go to the Ministry of Magic now.

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He left in a hurry, and Tom didn't care about his slightly messy clothes. As soon as he stepped into the Ministry of Magic, he summoned his little brothers with a magic spell.

"Uh uh... Boss, what's going on this time? The mark on my arm is about to burn!"

Radofos complained, realizing that his boss's face was not good, he closed his mouth and stood aside, well, it seems that Mr. Malfoy is not here, and their boss is angry...

"Eugenina, as the Minister of Magic, you must come forward to inform everyone and tell them... that a plague is about to break out, so that people can take precautions... The plague... those rats can be easily burned to death, but I must remind you that if you take it lightly, you will be chewed to the bone."

The current Minister of Magic was stunned for a moment, plague? Mr. Riddle is not joking! They are not in the Muggle world...how could...

Coban's eyes flashed, and he suddenly remembered the days when he was being endorsed by the boss at Hogwarts decades ago. He remembered seeing it before - the first fatal case of dragon pox occurred in 1379...

A terrible malignant infectious disease, even wizards cannot escape death. In addition to leaving scars on the patients' skin, this disease will also make their skin permanently blue.

The unfortunate infected people can only die in despair in pain and torture... This is a terrible plague of the century...

"Boss, are you telling the truth?! If this is the case, we must move faster. Damn it, if there are people from the Prince family now, they will definitely make effective potions."

Tom looked sullen, there is indeed a shortage of potion masters in the wizarding world right now...

"Coban, you are responsible for helping Eugenina handle external affairs. August, go and tell Moody about this matter. You will contact the people separately. As long as the wizard has a potion master certificate..."

"No matter where he is, he must stay at St. Mungo's and wait for orders. If anyone disobeys, he will be killed directly..."

"As for you... follow Vidi's arrangements. If you have any questions, ask your house elves to come to me."

After giving the order, Tom quickly left the Ministry of Magic. Abu... will be fine.

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Appearing at the door of Malfoy Manor again, Tom glanced at the still burning flames, pursed his lips and stepped in directly. There seemed to be a voice in his mind telling him to stay here, otherwise something terrible would definitely happen... .

"You're back? How's it going outside..."

Before he finished speaking, Abraxas hugged the guy tightly, smiling and hugging him tightly, refusing to raise his head, "What's wrong?"

"No...it's nothing...just missed you..."

Tom straightened up, withdrew from the warm embrace, and looked into the smiling gray-blue eyes with pleading eyes, "Abraxas, promise me you will never leave me..."

"..Okay, I promise this won't happen.."

Abraxas sighed inwardly. Only when he was extremely frightened would Tom call him by his full name instead of an intimate nickname. "Now, can you tell me what happened outside?"

Holding Abu's hand tightly, Tom told what happened, "I'm very worried..I'm more afraid of something happening to you than the plague. That will make me crazy. Give me some time and I will figure out a way." Stop this..."