Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"Yes, I'm crazy... Tom, let's go rob Gringotts. I'm a crazy old man... How about we split it 50-50..."

His blue eyes could glow green, and Dumbledore held his chin in thought extremely seriously, seeming to be considering the feasibility of this proposal.

No matter which one of them is the human body transformation spell, they are very good at it, aren't they!

Those greedy goblins can be easily controlled with just a small Imperius Curse and take them to the deepest vault of Gringotts...

Ah yes... there is also a weak and scarred dragon, otherwise it would be easy to kill... very, very easy...

"........."

Looking at the crazy old bee with pity, Tom raised his eyebrows and leisurely picked up the teacup and took a sip, "I'm sorry, neither me nor my followers..."

"We are all rich now...rob Gringotts? I can't understand...how you would want to beg in that place. What is there is only a small portion of Galleons."

Dumbledore was silent, placing the Elder Wand on the table with empty eyes, reaching out and brushing the raised nodules on the wand, kill it...

Dark wizards... have no need to stay in this world...

"Tom, if what you said was half as hot as the hot tea I just drank, I would be very happy..."

"Ah~ If you could do what you said decades ago, I would be very happy..."

Raising the tea cup provocatively, Tom took the last sip of tea, tapped the cup to refill it, and stared at the rising heat, squinting his eyes comfortably.

Regretful, Dumbledore knocked his head on the table, put his forehead against the table, and banged it a few times, "Okay, it's my fault..."

"It's all my fault for creating the current situation, so...in order to apologize...Avada..."

"That's enough..." Tom pressed his temples with a dark face and raised his eyes to look at the aggrieved old bee, "What happened?"

"Your note only contains the name Mundungus Fletcher. As far as I know, he is a... disgusting thief..."

Pulling his cheek down hard, Dumbledore took a moment to calm down before exiting his mad state, clearing his throat and summoning a bottle of whiskey.

"Would you like some? Rye whiskey, you will like this rich taste~"

Tom: ........

Poor old bee, is he so short of galleons?

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After drinking a glass of wine, Dumbledore completely returned to normal. He stared lonely at the gray beard that had been pulled out between his fingers, "A thief...sometimes can be very useful..."

"Mundungus has always been at the bottom, so he knows almost all thieves and liars, and these people often bring unexpected information."

"He recently got some information from the traders that is easy for people to ignore. There are many local dark wizards... who have left the UK..."

"Tom, I think you can guess why...that person...maybe wants to form a new team..."

Lips twitching, Tom lowered his eyes and looked at his wrist, thinking about whether to tell the truth. Those dark wizards...