Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Hearing no reply, Tom squinted his eyes and looked at the guy who was cursing with his expression, feeling much better.

‘Not satisfied? Then... Bunir...'

'patta'

'I'm not a small person! I just haven't grown up yet! Give me enough life! I will grow as tall as you! ! ! ’

The Parseltongue was yelled to the point of breaking his voice. Tom picked out his ears and stared into the scarlet eyes of the spirit body, 'It's too noisy... Vidi...'

'Humph! '

Trying to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, Vidi continued his unfinished work, wiping the tabletop with his short hands without complaint.

'I... before I was conscious, I heard the conversation between you and that person in the darkness. Is this...Voldemort's nickname? Still contempt for 'him'...'

Tom sighed and closed the magic book that he had only read two pages. 'Contempt or nickname, it depends on what you will do in the future...'

‘Only by becoming a suitable heir will you have the need to exist, otherwise...I will kill you with my own hands. ’

'I think... you should also know that as long as the fierce fire swallows the resurrection stone ring, you will disappear completely...'

Vidi threw the rag into the basin, squatted on the table, held his face in his small hands, and blinked innocently.

'Of course I understand the mission of my birth, to protect the people you love...but I want to know, what is love...? ’

'Are the Malfoys important to you? More important than your own life? ’

'...That's right...They are the meaning of my existence...For this, I am willing to do anything...'

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'knock knock'

A knock on the door interrupted the silence between the first and second children. Vidi received Tom's warning and shrugged his shoulders and retracted the Resurrection Stone.

The dark gemstone ring rolled into the drawer. Tom waved his hand, tidied the table, stood up and opened the office door.

"Oh! Professor Riddle...Thank Merlin, Professor Slughorn is not at Hogwarts, I can only ask you for help..."

The short, fat and amiable witch was wearing some shabby work clothes, and her eyebrows were furrowed, obviously she had encountered a problem.

"Professor Sprout... is there anything I can help you with?"

"The growth accelerator...perhaps because of the special nature of the Whomping Willow, ordinary accelerators cannot make it grow normally..."

Professor Sprout stood at the door, waited for Tom to close the door, and then walked side by side with Tom outside the castle, "I want you to take a look at its condition..."

"If we can improve the formula of the accelerator, maybe there is still enough time. Next year... that special little wizard will enter Hogwarts..."

"The whomping willow must enter the mature stage... now it is just a seedling..."

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The two of them walked near the Forbidden Forest. Tom looked down at the wilted Whomping Willow and twitched the corner of his mouth. It had been a few years...

It's not even as high as his calf?

Cursing the incompetent old bee in his heart, Tom took out the snakewood wand, and huge vitality spurted out from the tip of the wand.

"Wow! This is so amazing...Slytherin's wand..."