Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

The once high and mighty king is now like a dying old man, sitting alone on a hard bed waiting for death.

Gellert looked through the gap in the iron fence towards the sunset. Is the country still dark with continuous rain?

"Gentle... reserved... yet confusing, Albus... Albus..."

Gellert muttered to himself in a daze, holding the broken crystal bottle in his hand as he pictured an extremely familiar figure in his mind over and over again.

"Ha...haha...Deathly Hallows...Lightning...Tower...Destiny...The future...it's all just a joke~ Ha..."

After laughing, Gellert wiped his face, not caring at all that he looked like a madman in the eyes of others.

Annoyed, he put the broken crystal bottle back together. This was his only remaining 'treasure', and this was his most precious memory.

.......................

During the weekend vacation, Tom returned to his manor. His followers, who had been waiting for a long time, lowered their heads and waited for the 'boss''s admonishment.

I kept thinking over and over in my mind whether I had done anything that I couldn't do recently.

His cold eyes swept over the people standing in front of him. Tom took out his wand and spoke in a soft and indifferent tone, "Show your left arm..."

Coban quickly raised his eyes to look at his boss, licked his lips and took the lead in lifting up his sleeves. What was supposed to come has finally come...

From now on... they will never be able to sit at the negotiating table again~

"hiss..."

Radofos gasped. The little black snake swimming on his left arm didn't look simple! This, this, this...is this a mark on the soul?

"Hey~ Boss! Is this the collar you put on us?"

Avery rubbed his arms with a playful smile and looked at Tom with admiration with starry eyes. How good~ He must have been recognized by the boss!

Looking away in disgust, Tom sat in silence on the chair. He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would not be able to help but recite the death curse and kill this nervous idiot.

As a considerate subordinate, Cobain silently stretched out his foot and kicked Avery, who was not thinking well. He bent slightly and asked Tom softly, "Boss...is there anything you want to tell us to do?"

"I hate idiots who have no sense of proportion..." Tom held his chin and observed everyone expressionlessly, "Gageson..."

Zizi Sen trembled when his name was called, and raised his head tremblingly. He, he, he...he didn't do anything!

"Ha...what are you afraid of...I have never punished a loyal person...right?"

"Yes, it is.."

"but..."

Gagson's heart that had just been relieved rose again to his throat. He swallowed his saliva to suppress the urge to retching. He couldn't help praying that his boss would be 'merciful'.

"Can you tell me...when was the goblin rebellion?"

Hearing Tom's question, Gargson, like everyone else, looked up at the first person sitting upright in confusion, ah...

Is their boss enjoying being a professor?

"Boss...History of Magic...I...I can't remember..."

After chuckling a few times, Tom stood up and walked towards his confused men, "In the 1752th and th centuries... In , greedy goblins and werewolves united to overthrow the wizard..."

"Do you think the words of those so-called 'reformed' werewolves are really credible? The attacks have never stopped, haven't they..."

"Ah..." Being forced to attend class, Gagson wiped away his cold sweat. He didn't expect to have to hand in a 'paper'! "Of course it's...untrustworthy...right?"