Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Clicking his temples and closing the book, Tom had a guess. Could the terrifying creature in the secret room really be a basilisk? If the true heir isn't a Parseltongue... what does it mean to be someone unworthy of learning magic? If it were simply referring to the Mock wizard, Slytherin wouldn't have said it so vaguely...

"It seems that what is recorded in history books is not necessarily true..."

Tom muttered softly and put the book back. Tom didn't believe that his ancestors wanted to kill all non-pure bloods. The population of the wizarding world was so large. If there was a big purge, there would be no one in the wizarding world. Those pure-blood nobles, Hehe... They're just a bunch of idiots with Galleons in their heads.

What's more, his heir is a mixed race, so what? Did he need to commit suicide to make his point clear?

'The argument of pure blood supremacy is just a reason for those pure bloods to follow willingly...'

While walking, he came to a conclusion in his mind. Tom raised his eyes and saw a figure not far away. He turned around and walked somewhere else. The Knott family's madman! Something is wrong! If you beat him up and insist on clinging to him every day, he's more annoying than the Malfoy bastard!

"Boss! Boss~ Don't leave so fast~ As long as you accept me as your little brother, I will never betray you in this life!" Notte excitedly caught up with him, his pretty little face turned up excitedly. He was a little twisted, his eyes were gleaming, and he stopped Tom, with a "if you don't agree today, you will walk over my dead body" attitude.

Holding his swollen little head, Tom glanced coldly at the idiot who was in the way. He had the urge to burn something for a moment, and used Occlumency to suppress his irritable mood. Tom took a deep breath, put on a fake smile and nodded slightly. , "I allow you to be my follower.."

The veins on his forehead kept popping up. Tom, who didn't want to be entangled anymore, smiled and cast a petrification spell, and walked away quickly. If he didn't leave, it wouldn't be as simple as the petrification spell! He will definitely recite that terrible curse!

Tom jogged all the way to the Transfiguration classroom on the first floor, and sat obediently in the front row, waiting quietly for class. Ever since that 'accidental encounter' near the Forbidden Forest, he could sense that Professor Dumbledore was becoming more and more wary of him. Although he didn't want to admit it, Tom still couldn't deceive himself. The change in the professor's attitude made him very uncomfortable.

Walking into the classroom happily, Dumbledore prepared for class with a smile. His eyes quickly glanced at the boy who was listening carefully. His ambition was now revealed openly. He used his strength to prove himself to others and began to recruit troops and gather power. ?

Dumbledore's eyes flashed. He could tell that Tom did not regard those people as friends, but like Gellert, he regarded those followers as servants or tools. He did not know this little guy. How is it done.

The little wizard with a broken leg didn't have any thoughts of revenge. Was he threatened or scared?

"Professor Dumbledore~ I heard that the patron saint is the phoenix? Is this true? Did the Dumbledore family really sign a contract with the phoenix~"

The cries of the little lions brought Dumbledore back to his senses. He looked at the excited students with a twitch in his eyes and a headache. He was teaching a Transfiguration class, why did he get involved with the Patronus? Believe it or not, he asked these little wizards to write his full name silently a hundred times?