Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Hell, he didn't even want to stay in the lounge because of this!

After all, at that time...he could only stay there and look at Abu a few more times...

Dumbledore puffed out a bunch of bubbles, then tightened his waist and stared down at his arms and legs as if he was helpless.

Oh, Godric Gryffindor...why isn't he dead yet...

Putting the dangerous thoughts out of his mind, Dumbledore glared at Tom, this brat! Could it be that he wanted to see him get beaten with his own eyes?

Is it still too late to admit that he has allowed people from the Order of the Phoenix to cause trouble for those purebloods from time to time?

Tom shouldn't be so stingy! He's just too bored... and he doesn't want anyone to interfere with Tom's plans.

At most...when I have nothing to do, I sneak to the Ministry of Magic and eavesdrop next to some officials, such as Radofus Lestrange...

That guy was looking for friends to show off to, saying something like - the boss praised me for being smart, and told me to take over the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures quickly.

Staring at Tom again, Dumbledore decided that as long as he returned to the office alive, he would definitely send a letter to Newt as soon as possible!

Tom for sure! Want it very much too! Meet your pen pal!

Shivering, Tom cast another warming charm on himself. The charm on the tip of the wand was tightly connected to the squid's arms and legs.

It's so troublesome to be in the water, why haven't we reached the place yet?

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Just like before, Dumbledore was dragged into the large bubble and immediately hid behind Tom when he landed, "You brat, hurry up, hurry up..."

"Go and talk to Gryffindor. I'm already a lot older. What will it look like if I get beaten again!"

Taking out his clothes in disgust, Tom carefully looked at the young man with red hair and muscles all over his body. Is this Godric Gryffindor?

It's not like that...it's nothing like the ugly old man in the secret room.

"Little guy, what's your look..." Gryffindor flipped his hair, suddenly feeling regretful that he had no descendants.

Otherwise, someone will definitely clear up his name. He is not a dwarf! Not even a hopelessly stupid idiot!

But~ It’s impossible for Little Bee to pull out the sword, could it be this guy?

"Hey, come here, I won't do anything to you. Did you pull it out? Do you need help~"

Tom looked away. He respected the four founders so much that he couldn't tell the truth...

"No sir, actually... the Sorting Hat spit it out..."

"...You threatened the old hat, right, just like Salazar..."

Neither of them paid attention to this episode. Gryffindor walked to the edge and looked at the faint light in the darkness.

"Perhaps you already know why I stay here. I trusted the wrong person and fell out with my best friend...

"I always believe that they have not gone far, and Rowena will write his knowledge into books on the banks of the Scottish river..."

"Helga would be in the valleys of Wales, helping anyone in need, and he... would certainly not stay in one place."

Gryffindor blinked and looked sideways at Tom, who was also the same, "To be honest, he is the most curious guy, isn't he~ Including the little guys in Slytherin House."