Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

The first class was for freshmen. Tom frowned, looking for the somewhat fanatical gaze clinging to him.

Oh..damn it!

He actually forgot about this guy - Barty Crouch Jr.

Thinking of the future plan, Tom had to show a gentle smile. Someone must take responsibility for the goblin thing.

He will not completely trust Grindelwald. There must be someone who is loyal to him and reports Crouch's matter to him...

Barty Jr. - would be the most suitable candidate.

Dual-tasking, the courses for freshmen are usually very simple. Before the end, Tom looked at the thin yellow-haired boy.

"As I just explained, many curses will be classified into the scope of black magic. I hope... you don't just hate these curses..."

"Sometimes it will save your lives. Of course, I don't encourage you to have too deep contact with black magic..."

"After all, I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... Finally... Welcome to Hogwarts..."

This time the smile was much more sincere, and Tom once again relied on his own advantages to win the favor of the little wizards.

Who would say no to an elegant, charming and powerful professor?

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

After returning to the office and writing a letter to send, Tom left Hogwarts and headed to his manor after finishing his afternoon classes.

After looking around at the boys who had been waiting for a long time, Tom set his sights on the tall and burly guy...

"Walton McNeil...you should know what your heir said at Hogwarts...right..."

Scolding his stupid son in his mind, McNeil took a trembling step forward, "Old... Boss... I've already taught that idiot a lesson..."

"I promise, he will never have any other ideas..."

Not caring what the other person said, Tom walked to the front seat and sat down, turning his head and glaring at the two idiots vying for the position.

"Cobain...Auguste...if you don't sit down, get out."

"Yes.."X2

Only a few people were qualified to sit, while the others stood aside with their heads lowered. Many of them were dissatisfied with the particularly young witch.

Bellatrix Black... simply crushed their face and self-esteem under her feet!

"What do you think - the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures? Is this department useless, or is it extremely important..."

"Radovos... tell me."

Blinking his eyes, Radofus was very grateful that the boss gave him a multiple-choice question, but... how should he choose the answer?

"Uh...B? No, boss, I mean, this department is very important?"

Veins popped out on his forehead. Tom took a deep breath. It was his fault. He shouldn't have let this idiot answer, "That's right..."

"He is the second-largest department in the Ministry of Magic... Even Radofus knows its importance, but you all ignored it!"

Radofos: ? ? ?

The boss praised me! Stupid colleagues! Go envy!

Closing his eyes, Tom tried his best not to kill the idiot and focused his attention on McNeil again.

"You've done a good job, but I don't think your role as the ridiculous executioner in the Dangerous Animals Committee is of much use..."