Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Still wanting to say something, Archibald looked up at the corner of the corridor and licked his lips regretfully, "You should learn the Patronus Charm..."

"Maybe it will be some magical creature...such as...a male Veela, or...a wizard..."

Lucius walked up behind Severus, stretched out his hand to hold down the little bat who wanted to reply, "His suggestion is good, Severus..."

"I will teach you this spell, but... I am also curious, Mr. Archibald... what is the form of your patron saint..."

"Hmm~ It can't be a... annoying mouse~ The profound white magic like the Patronus Charm... projects the wizard's heart..."

"I think...my guess is correct, isn't it..."

Without anger, Archibald shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in white magic."

"After all...I am also a wizard from Durmstrang~ Dark magic is my specialty. Mr. Malfoy, do you want to communicate with me?"

Lucius smiled and protected Severus behind him. He turned his wrist and held the wand in his hand, curling it up gracefully.

If possible, he would even want to directly launch the Death Curse to completely destroy this eyesore...

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"....The use of magic is prohibited in the corridors, I think you should know that."

The cold and deep voice made the three of them shiver and lower their heads, not daring to look at the two angry professors.

Tom glanced at the cold old bee. This was the first time he heard Dumbledore treat the little wizard with such an indifferent tone.

Is this...composition failure? A complete breakup?

Deciding to watch the show, Tom glanced at his godson with pity, tut tut... He has been so expressionless since he was a child, and has not made any progress at all...

"Are you...Stanley Archibald?"

Unable to help but snort, Dumbledore looked at the tall little wizard with cold eyes, "Need me to remind you again..."

"Is this Hogwarts...I thought...your principal told you in advance that real dark magic will not be learned here!"

"Little Mr. Archibald, I think you should go to your principal now and tell him about this... As for you..."

Dumbledore glanced at the young wizard in his school, and then turned his attention to Tom, who had nothing to do with him. "Mr. Malfoy..."

"Tom will give you the appropriate punishment..."

Striding away aggressively, Archibald breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The professors at Hogwarts were really not easy to mess with.

"Mr. Riddle... I'm ashamed to let you see this..."

"Ah...I don't mind, but...if you want to discuss black magic with someone, you are always welcome to come to my office..."

Tom's smile was gentle, but paired with his scarlet eyes, it made people feel scared from the bottom of their hearts.

"This is your duty as a professor, isn't it? What's more, I also want to know what Durmstrang taught you..."

Staring down at the opponent's toes, Archibald suppressed the feeling of trembling, bent down to salute, then took a few steps back and left.