Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

He doesn't care whether his reputation is good or bad, but if those ignorant people point the finger at the Malfoy family, he doesn't mind cleaning up the wizarding world...

He has not missed the major events in the past few years. That idiot Randolph... was so depressed that he was imprisoned in Azkaban, and the Nott family was gradually declining.

But he was a little curious about what Mickey did when he went to visit... to turn that idiot into a complete madman.

"Abu, what's going on with Prince... I don't believe you don't have other ideas..."

"Prince's old family master is very shrewd... When Eileen was still at Hogwarts, she had slowly faded out of everyone's sight. The old pure-blood aristocrat..."

"They all have hidden magic that is difficult to detect... After the last Prince disappeared into the wizarding world, I worked with Orion to find some traces..."

"It's a pity that no one found any clues about her..."

Abraxas leaned back in his chair relaxedly. According to Orion, Irene did not have that ability. The person who erased his whereabouts might be the old head of the family...

"I'm still not sure whether Scarborough Price is really dead..."

Nodding silently, Tom remembered the last time he paid attention to Irene...a very powerful memory spell, and he didn't know if his junior sister would regret it...

"The arrogance of wizards? I don't think you have thought about going to the Muggle world to find out..."

"Muggle world?"

Abraxas showed a hint of disgust and was not very willing to set foot in that place, "Do you need a potion master?"

"No.."

Tom shook his head slightly. His level of potions was already very good, he just didn't want to waste time on it.

"I always have a very subtle feeling...but it's too vague...Maybe when the time is right, I will figure out what it is..."

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In a medium-sized community in Surrey County, houses of the same style are neatly built on both sides of the street.

Through the carefully trimmed plants, you can vaguely see a young woman busy in the kitchen, clumsily using unfamiliar electrical appliances.

"Eileen...you'd better wait outside. If you just poke it with a shovel, the steak won't be cooked..."

Tobia can swear that his new wife is definitely a noble lady. No ordinary person would not know that fire is needed for cooking...

"Well...well...Muggles are really troublesome..."

Irene put down the shovel in her hand in annoyance, and muttered dissatisfiedly, if she could use magic, wouldn't it be just a matter of waving her hand!

"Eileen, what did you just say?"

"No, it's nothing..."

Erin left the kitchen in a panic. She was too careless. If Tobia knew that she was a wizard...

Then she will lose the only person who loves her...

But how long will it be kept hidden?

After a simple lunch, Tobia kissed his wife dotingly, "What's bothering you so much...can't you tell me?"

Eileen bit her lower lip, hesitating again and again but still did not dare to reveal her identity. She smiled and said, "I just..."

"Not long ago... I met a strange person... The person suddenly disappeared in front of my eyes. Tobias, do you think there is magic in this world..."

Tobia nodded obediently. Of course he believed it. Aren't the eldest ladies of noble families all people with extremely rich imaginations?

Fantasy about magic, fantasy about Prince Charming appearing...

"Of course, how could I not believe what my beloved wife said~ Are you scared because of this? Don't worry, Irene, I will protect you... I will always protect you..."

Leaning into her husband's arms with a touched face, Irene breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, the guilt in her heart was infinitely magnified.

She lowered her head and pursed her lips tightly, not wanting to tell the truth. She was afraid that she would lose the rare happiness.

"Tobias...will you really love me forever..."

"I swear...I will always love you and only you, my princess..."

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At night, Irene woke up from her dream covered in cold sweat. Wizards did not often dream, and those dreams were more of a foreshadowing...

She only remembered that she was in pain in the dream, but she couldn't remember what she had dreamed about when she woke up.

Tiptoeing out of bed, Eileen walked into the bathroom.

The rustling sound made Tobia turn over, yawned, opened his eyes, and looked at his wife with the faint light.

How strange, what did he see?

Why is Erin holding a small stick in the middle of the night?

His heart skipped a beat, and Tobia was surprised to find that Irene's dripping hair dried instantly. This was simply incredible.

Thinking of the magic that Irene had mentioned before, and the panic look that the other party would occasionally show, Tobia wanted to ask directly what it was.

But when Irene quietly walked to the bed, Tobia just closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

He had to admit that he was a little scared...

If magic can dry up water stains, will it also be able to harm others, even...him?

"Well, luckily I didn't wake up Tobias...I love you..."

With the soft body pressed against his back, Tobia forced himself to relax. Yes, Irene is his wife...

He is a simple person, how could you hurt him...

But as for children... let's wait a few years before we talk about it...

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Tom walked in the garden with his soft godson in his arms, and turned Lucius to the white-feathered peacock, his voice gentle but a little serious.

"Luke...see those peacocks? Don't like that stuff when you grow up..."

"Wow!~"

With a soft smile on his face, Tom slowly walked back with Lucius in his arms, avoiding the two platinum nobles who were rushing towards him with black lines on his head.

"...Luke, have you seen those two humanoid love potions...don't be such an adult in the future..."

Lucius:! ! ! (づ??????)づ

Shiny! Really like! !

"Little Tom! Let me hug my lovely grandson!!"

"I'll hold you first! He's my son!!"

Olivia sat elegantly on the sofa, feeling a little bit sympathetic to Lucius. The little guy was so miserable. He had to look at the nostrils of different people for a long time every day...