Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

The few people who were still arguing instantly put away their angry expressions and stood up to shake hands with Ian and say hello.

After scratching his head, Ian sat in the middle with a smile and looked sideways at the young Squib next to him, "Filch, can you tell me?"

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Filch glared at the bastard opposite, "That guy Glenn is simply a coward!"

"He thinks that if we march to defend our rights, it will bring us more trouble!"

"M! Filch!! Who are you calling a coward!!"

Ian raised his hand to stop the quarrel between the two, with a sad look on his baby face, "Glen...Filch...stop arguing now..."

"I know what you are worried about. Purebloods are not easy to deal with, but I hope you believe me..."

"I think you also know that my brother, Lip Gallagher, is the best and smartest person in my family, but he..."

"But he has no talent for magic...for this...he...he...suffered many insults..."

Covering his eyes in pain, Ian bit the tip of his tongue, tears streaming down his fingers, otherwise...

He will definitely laugh out loud. Lip is indeed a squib, and he is really discriminated against and insulted, but...

The really poor people are the guys whose leg bones were broken by a wrench...

Ian sniffed, squinted his eyes and glanced around the depressed and angry Squibs, licked the corners of his mouth and patted the table hard.

"I can completely understand what you have experienced. This is not fair treatment! Even if it is just for my family!"

"I will also stand at the forefront of this 'war'! Together with you! Let the wizards understand that the Squib is also a part of the wizarding world!"

Filch was the first to echo loudly and clapped wildly.

Bar owner: .......

M's...it's really noisy...

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

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Ian cleared his throat and prepared to play his final trump card, "I think you should know who Tom Riddle is..."

The Squibs opened their eyes wide and discussed among themselves. Many of the half-blood descendants of Slytherin stared at Ian expectantly.

"Hey~ It seems that you all know Tom... I am honored to have Slytherin's friendship... He knows what I am thinking..."

"And he made a promise to me... that he will do his best to help me... to help us fight for our rights!"

"Woohoo!! Here's to Mr. Riddle!"

"To Mr. Riddle!"

"........."

The lively party was over. Ian narrowed his eyes and waved goodbye to the others, walking briskly towards Knockturn Alley.

Ian stopped in front of a dilapidated house and turned to look at the person who had canceled the disillusionment spell. "Tom~ please heal my tongue! QAQ"

"....good.."

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The two old friends were walking and chatting, and Tom looked at Ian funny, "If Lip knew that he had become a victim, he would wake up laughing in his dreams..."

"Hey~ I'm from Hufflepuff, how could I lie~ I just didn't tell the complete truth~"