Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

It was impossible to hide the look in the eyes of someone who wanted to stab someone. Tom held his fist in front of his mouth, resisting Mickey's murderous intent that was about to materialize, his eyes softened, he lowered his voice slightly, and spoke slowly in a Malfoy-style aria, "Maybe~ We are of the same mind...what do you think~"

"Tom..Riddle!!!"

Grinning, he pulled the idiot, who was blushing so red that he was about to smoke, into his arms. Mickey gritted his teeth and glared at the insidious snake. This guy couldn't be someone pretending to be someone! The indifference and alienation of the past! Why are you so angry today that you have to stage this show! Why not change your last name to Malfoy?

"You guy... don't go too far!"

Spreading his hands innocently, Tom walked into the classroom quickly. With these two people as spices, the divination class would be easier. He had to admit that he had no talent for divination. Slytherin...don't believe it. evil! Prophecies and everything else are crooked.

He is a serious black...little wizard who doesn't care about playing cards or looking at tea leaves...

The three of them formed a semicircle. Tom drank up his tea cup and looked down at the bird-like residue at the bottom of the cup. What does this mean?

"Lies... and sins... Tom, has anything happened to you recently?" The old witch stood aside seriously. She didn't want to see bad things happen to this outstanding student. Divination has never been accepted. People like it, but no one can deny its accuracy.

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Tom moved his lips and whispered "Nothing". When Professor Carida left, he frowned and looked at the bottom of the cup. Is this talking about him or what happened to him? Lies and sin...

‘The end of magic is prophecy? ’

Tom rubbed his throbbing veins, put this unreliable idea out of his mind, and unconsciously began to review what he had done. There were indeed lies. As for sin, the people he lectured were all looking for trouble. , should not be counted!

Or is it foretelling what will happen in the future?

Feeling inexplicably irritated, Tom moved his fingers and used magic to stir up the tea residue at the bottom of the cup. They were Slytherins! Just don’t believe in evil! ! To believe is to believe in a curse!

After the annoying divination class, Tom left first, planning to go to the Owl House to see if his Apos had shaved off the feathers of other owls. Halfway through, he saw the Bulstrode family and his irritability index rose. , Tom stood there and raised his chin slightly, "Senior...Long time no see."

Stuart grinded his back teeth and looked like he wanted to kill Tom. He walked forward and looked at the damn guy coldly, "Riddle, you dirty guy, how dare you use the Cruciatus Curse on me, and then... Dare to modify my memory, you..."

"Haha~" Somewhat arrogantly interrupting the idiot who said harsh words, Tom directly pulled out his wand. Seeing that the other party subconsciously took a step back because of his actions, he sneered disdainfully and pointed the tip of the wand diagonally at the ground, "Senior... .Didn’t you come to provoke me first? How does it feel to you to be tortured by a hybrid using the Cruciatus Curse? Drill..."

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!!"

Hearing that Tom wanted to recite a curse, Stuart took the lead in casting the Cruciatus Curse. He stared blankly at the pale man. After he reacted, the expression on his face became even more ferocious, "You despicable thing!"