Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"Shut up!" Tom glanced at Nott coldly, his expression extremely ugly. From the corner of his eye, he saw the expressions of the two little badgers. He pursed his lips and led Nott away. He shouldn't have thought what he just thought. How could he? I forgot it again, because of him, once again a kind person was hurt...

Friend... maybe he really doesn't need it...

"Boss! Why do you want to stay with those two...bastards!" Nott still muttered dissatisfied. They are just two Hufflepuff trashes. What's so good about spending all day with those... Such idiots are mixed together, and many people in Slytherin already have opinions.

Not sure what he was thinking of, Nott's smile was a little cruel. He swept his tongue across his gums and had an idea in his mind. Since he couldn't interfere with the boss's behavior, it would be good if the things that were in the way disappeared, but he still needed to find some helpers. OK.

Walking in front with a straight eye, Tom didn't want to talk to this annoying guy at all, and happened to miss the ferocious expression on Nott's face.

Tom didn't speak until he reached the lounge. He glanced around at the people waiting for him, put away the anger in his heart, and sat at the empty seat with a smile, "Let's get started..."

Patiently instructing everyone on how to cast spells, Tom glanced at Nott, who was whispering to Rozier, and frowned in displeasure. Just as he was about to ask, his eyes met Rozier's, and he saw the look in his eyes. He narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction, "What's wrong?"

Evan folded his arms in displeasure, his tone full of contempt, "Boss, how could you sink so low as to be with those two useless Hufflepuffs? Are they your friends! Slytherin is the one Where you belong!"

Coban and a few smart people lowered their eyes and silently picked up their teacups. No one planned to open their mouths to help. Although these two idiots were a bit stupid, it just gave them a chance to test. A qualified 'leader' does not need friends. This kind of thing.

A person with weaknesses is not a perfect Slytherin heir...

Blinking his eyes slowly, Tom emptied all his emotions. His eyes were extremely cold. These hyena-like things would not let go of this opportunity and tear off a piece of flesh from him as long as he showed even a slight flaw. Come!

The evil pressure full of malice surged out of his body, but the smile on Tom's face was still perfect, and he spoke in a gentle voice, "My friends are all here, aren't they... Evan... What is depravity?" Let me tell you..."

"The so-called depravity is that Senior Bulstrode has no strength but still provokes people who cannot be provoked. He is someone who is clearly being plotted and steps into a trap... He is someone who can't even torture people with the Cruciatus Curse. Waste! This...is depravity."

Tom moved his mouth and used a magic spell to block other people's hearing. The cold Parseltongue only sounded in Rozier's ears, 'Evan... remember your position...'

Shrinking back in fear, Evan knew this was a warning to him. He clenched his fists and lowered his head, speaking in Parseltongue...the rumors were true, damn it! He actually offended a Parseltongue, "Sorry, I overstepped... boss..."

"Hey~ There's no need to be so nervous~ Boss, please tell me about this formula quickly! Merlin, magic medicine is my natural enemy..." Coban put on an annoyed look, and his exaggerated tone made the atmosphere stagnant. , he also needs to add fuel to the fire...