Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Sitting at the front of the long Slytherin table, Bella pinched her robe nervously, eagerly waiting for the arrival of the new student.

It wasn't until she saw Andromeda winking at her under the guidance of Professor McGonagall that she let go of her hand and breathed out a sigh of relief.

Okay, okay, nothing unexpected happened...

"Get out of here, you idiot!"

Bella impatiently stayed away from Rodolphus, the second son of the Lestrange family...how could he be more annoying than a fly? !

When the annoying song ended, Bella stared at the Sorting Hat who had just finished singing, pursed her lips and wanted to shoot a curse, sing, sing, sing!

Sing a piece of shit! A broken hat, why don't you sing a song if you don't sort it out quickly? Didn't you see that her sister looked bad?

Sorting Hat:...

who is it! Who wants to murder this old hater like him? !

"Andromeda Black."

Professor McGonagall opened the long piece of parchment and read out the name at the top of the list. Seeing the lively little witch sitting on the low stool, she was somewhat looking forward to something interesting happening this year.

"....Slytherin!"

Somewhat disappointedly, she took off the sorting hat from the little witch's head. Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and continued to arrange the sorting.

What a pity...it's been another boring year...

"Dumbledore, is this Gryffindor?"

Tom did not miss the expression on Minerva's face. He whispered mockingly to Dumbledore next to him. Without waiting for a reply, he turned to look at the Slytherin table.

Bella clapped her hands reservedly and pulled her sister, who had just been assigned to Slytherin, to her side. "Really, why don't you use the Warming Charm? Your hands are too cold."

Rodolphus nodded perfunctorily, shrugged his shoulders and moved away, looking up at the black-haired professor in the professor's seat.

Is this the heir of Slytherin... He is really unqualified...

What's the use of being a professor at Hogwarts? How could his father and brother admire such an unambitious person so much?

Tom noticed the gaze falling on him, and his black eyes met Rodolphus's eyes indifferently, and he quickly browsed through the little wizard's memories.

A fool whose ambition is not worthy of his strength can make good use of it...

"Oh~ Tom~ It's illegal for you to do this..."

The short professor with goblin blood stood on the chair, patted Tom on the shoulder and whispered a reminder. When he saw that the other person had withdrawn his gaze, he raised his smile again.

"How about~ Do you want to have a duel with me?"

"Filius... Duels are not for me..."

Filius Flitwick sat down again with a sigh. He was right. Duels must abide by the rules. There are too many spells that cannot be used...

"Well, that's not fair to you... It's such a pity... Ever since that guy from Fremont had a son, no one has found anyone to fight with me anymore..."

The appearance and deeds of Fleamont Potter automatically appeared in his mind, and Tom nodded indifferently, "That's really a pity... but his talent in potions is also very good..."

Professor Flitwick nodded, took a sip from the wine glass in front of him, "Yes, hair softener brought a lot of wealth to the Potter family..."

"Fremont must be quiet, otherwise he won't be able to control his father... People who are too frank are not suitable to stay in politics."

"I really envy that guy... Those profits can allow a family to live comfortably for a lifetime! But he has a good relationship with Dumbledore recently..."

"I also lent out the family heirloom's invisibility cloak... that was Iolanth's... dowry!"