Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

The first time he went to class with dark circles under his eyes, Tom once again secretly felt sorry for his hateful senior. If it hadn't been for that unforgettable dream that made him irritated, he would not be afraid to fall asleep!

"I think you should learn about the overspeed confinement spell in the spell class. Here I want to remind you that this spell not only has the effect of locking the door, it can also be used to block enemies... "Galatia Melos yawned vaguely. He is a professor of anti-dark magic. He wandered into the Forbidden Forest at night last night. It makes sense!

That idiot Herbert, who likes pantomimes himself, insisted on dragging him to find Sylvanus in the middle of the night. Haha... He was really tired. Merloth yawned again. He didn't think so. Little wizards will love this as an extra treat for your Christmas dinner party this year.

There were tears at the end of Tom's eyes, not because of anything else, but simply because he was infected by Professor Mellors, which made him accidentally yawn. After wiping away the tears, he pursed his lips and met the professor's playful gaze.

"Hehe~ Little Tom~ How about you come up here and demonstrate to the students, how about quick confinement?" Grinning and blinking, Melos waved to the blushing little wizard, and with one click of his wand, he transformed a training dummy. This You brat... you dare to imitate him in yawning. It's really disrespectful to him.

Looking at the professor speechlessly, Tom stepped forward with wide eyes, took out his wand and cast a perfect confinement spell on the dummy. He looked at the professor with a smile, and stretched out his little hand to tug at the corner of the professor's clothes. "Professor Mellors.."

Blinking his eyes quickly, Merles didn't even look at the dummy, and clapped his palms exaggeratedly, "Yeah! Not bad, not bad, a very standard posture! Two points for Slytherin~"

Tom accepted the bonus points reservedly. Tom was a little dumbfounded. What a standard gesture. He really just waved his hand casually. The professor was a little too obvious. The stupid lions almost rolled their eyes to the back of their heads.

"Cool~ Boss! How did you do it?" Radofus Lestrange stared at Tom with starry eyes and looked at Tom with admiration and envy. How could he not be able to do it even though they are of the same age? What about using magic in a cool way?

Is it because his wand doesn't have a hook at the end? Should he ask Caractacus to make one for him?

Avery slapped his friend on the head and successfully stopped him from grabbing Tom's wrist, "Get away you idiot, you want to do this in the next life!"

Ignoring the quarrel between the two, Tom glanced at the two of them indifferently. After receiving the signal, Radofus scratched his face and kept his mouth shut, okay, their boss didn't have a good temper, it was really a waste of that face.

After class, Tom ran directly to the library. He had to look up information about dreams!

Pulling out a few books on divination, Tom flipped through them quickly. His brows furrowed more and more as he read. Only the prophet had the ability to see, and his surname was not Trelawney, and his Slytherin bloodline did not have the ability to see into the future. Ability.

If that's the case, what was it that he saw in his dream? He didn't believe that such a real feeling was just a dream.

"Why are you interested in divination?"

Familiar arias, familiar fragrance, Tom raised his head expressionlessly, and saw the person he didn't want to see now. This feeling was really bad, "...Senior Abu, are you...very free?"