Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

After asking Dumbledore to teach for countless times, Tom returned to his manor and carefully searched every corner, "Where did I put the Ravenclaw diadem..."

At first, he was worried that Dumbledore's old bee would reject him as a professor for various reasons, and he also thought of using the founder's relics in exchange.

did not expect...

In the end, it turned out to be an old madman who repeatedly asked him to return to Hogwarts...

"Ha~ You deserve it..."

After mocking Dumbledore, when he raised his hand, Tom saw the ring on his hand. Even though he knew that Abu was at the Ministry of Magic, he still looked around guiltily.

Brutus once taught him...

As a 'husband'... he must have a small treasury that the 'wife' never knows about...

This does not mean that his love and loyalty to Abu have diminished, it just...

As the boss of a group of losers, he does need his own funds, and the amount is very large.

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Turning around and walking towards his dormitory, Tom stood in front of a wall carved with ouroboros and gave instructions in Parseltongue.

'...reborn from destruction...'

The ring-shaped snake statue opened its mouth and disappeared on the wall very quickly. Tom walked through the wall and entered his small vault.

Looking at the piles of collectibles and gold and silver jewelry, Tom's eyes flashed, the idiots of the Gunter family...

If it had been normal, he could have owned Abu earlier. Perhaps his ancestors were once the richest nobles in the wizarding world...

Taking off the crown from the shelf, Tom picked up the golden cup beside him and said, "Legends are just legends after all..."

Tom knew very well that magic could not make food out of thin air, not even Ms. Hufflepuff herself, so this cup...

What's the use...

"Mr. Scamander...will arrive at Hogwarts tomorrow..."

Putting the gold cup back in its place, Tom tipped the crown in his hand, put it in his pocket and walked out of the secret room.

It seems that the deal with Dumbledore is about to be cancelled~

What good things should he ask the old madman for~ Something that can be compared to the founder's relics...

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Dumbledore looked expectantly at the cute and leisurely guy across from him, rubbed his hands and laughed a few times, "Hey, hey," "Dear Tom~ You brought him here, right~"

"what?"

After blowing on the hot coffee, Tom enjoyed this moment extremely, watching a certain bee with his own eyes, holding back his anger, and even wanted to put a smile on his face...

What can compare with this refreshing feeling~

"........"

Dumbledore stood up and walked to the wine rack in the corner. He pulled out a bottle of the strongest whiskey, opened it and poured it directly into his mouth.

If he stayed awake, he worried that he would become a 'murderer', or...

Become an old corpse on the ground...

"Uh...Tom..."

Dumbledore sat back on the chair in a daze, with a drooped face and began to complain, "You don't know how much suffering I've been through..."

"Every day...every day I repent, but I still haven't been redeemed...do you know!!"

Dumbledore's face turned red and he slapped the table with tears in his eyes, "Ms. Gray will not give up! I can't even sit on the toilet with peace of mind!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Tom watched Dumbledore going crazy with an expressionless face. He dared to swear on Grindelwald's life that this old madman would cry...

It's definitely because I hit the table with too much force...

And he just used a small transformation spell to protect the tabletop in order to protect the public property of Hogwarts...

Look at this marble desk, how beautiful it is~

Dumbledore took off his glasses, widened his eyes, and fixed his gaze firmly on Tom, "...are you listening to me?"

"Ah...I'm listening..."

Tom sat back down with the wine bottle, poured himself a glass of wine and responded perfunctorily. He took out his wand and tapped the plate. Maybe he can tolerate sweet snacks today?

"Okay...you know, that bastard Gellert...gave the Eye of Merlin to Ms. Rosier! That's a ring!!"

"He didn't even send me off! And...hiccup...if I hadn't happened to pass by that tavern...that bastard might..."

Dumbledore stood up, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and drank heavily. He was obviously very angry at his own memories.

"He did not refuse Ms. Rozier to enter his room! If it weren't for me... maybe the Black Rose of France would have been named Grindelwald!"

After taking a small bite of the dessert, Tom licked the cream off his lips. It was exactly what he thought, a 'bitter' 'love'...

It's enough to neutralize the somewhat sweet taste for him~

"Wenda...Rozier? That lady...is indeed very loyal to Grindelwald~"

"He Te! Loyal?!"

Dumbledore snorted coldly and said in a sour tone, "Yes, yes, loyalty...Huh! It's not just loyalty, it's simply total devotion to that bitch!"

"If it wasn't to remind myself...not to forget the tragedy caused by ambition, I wouldn't have ignored...the bridge of my nose that was broken by Aberforth!"

"Do you think! My nose was crooked from the beginning!!!"

Knowing Dumbledore's little secret again, Tom nodded with great satisfaction. After a few more decades, he would publish a book...

The untold story of Albus Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of the century.

"And...and the barn...do you know what that bastard did to me there...wuwu...my first time..."

"Full of... moldy... chaff smell..."

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Rubbing his temples tiredly, Tom frowned tightly. He didn't expect that Dumbledore would say such a thing.

This time, he probably really wants to resign...

Otherwise, when the old bee wakes up, he might become angry and fight for him...

Looking pitifully at the old headmaster who was sleeping soundly, Tom took out his wand, moved the desk, and turned the chair where Dumbledore was sitting into a single bed.

Cover the other person with a blanket and leave quietly...

It is indeed necessary to study in advance. He did not let Abu get injured the first time...