HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

Ka——!

Ka——!

Draco turned his neck stiffly and looked at his father with disbelief and a hint of hope.

Did Dad just say something wrong, or is there something wrong with his ears?

However, the next second, Lucius slapped Draco on the head, shattering his fantasy.

"It's all your fault! You didn't explain anything clearly in the letter, so I misunderstood Mr. Riddle and thought he was bullying the weak.

"It turned out that you were the first to provoke me, and after losing you still wanted to complain to me for bullying the weak. You have simply tarnished the honor of the Malfoy family! I will deal with you when I get back!"

"..."

Draco immediately wanted to refute, but under Lucius's stern gaze, he swallowed all his grievances and doubts.

Seeing that his son had finally behaved himself, Lucius breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Tom with a kind face.

"Mr. Riddle, it turns out this is all a misunderstanding. All the fault lies with Draco. You did nothing wrong.

"I will keep Draco under control in the future and make sure he doesn't bother you again."

Tom raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that Lucius Malfoy had taken the wrong medicine.

Could it be that this guy is a genius of prophecy, and has foreseen that an unknown dark wizard will come to talk to him?

However...Lucius' attitude was too humble, which made Tom's murderous intent disappear for the most part.

"As expected of the head of the family, Mr. Tongxiusi is indeed sensible."

"No, now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, let's just leave it at that. What do you think?" Lucius asked tentatively.

"That's fine with me, but..." Tom looked at Draco Malfoy.

Under the pressure from his old father, Draco wisely followed his heart, "Four, four, three" "I was wrong before, I will never do it again."

"What a touching scene…"

Dumbledore, who had been watching the show happily, took off his glasses and wiped away his non-existent tears. He hoped that this was the beginning of your friendship.

"However... although there are reasons for what happened, Mr. Riddle, you have hurt your classmates after all, so I will deduct fifty points from Slytherin."

"Professor, I was wrong."

Tom nodded meekly, his heart filled with joy.

If there is no deduction, where is the room for extra points?

The conflict was resolved perfectly, with only Draco Malfoy getting hurt, but the others didn't seem to care about his feelings.

Lucius Malfoy felt uncomfortable staying here with Dumbledore. After making sure that the sense of crisis just now had really disappeared, Lucius didn't want to stay for a moment and left the office with his son.

Tom wanted to leave, but Dumbledore stopped him.

"Mr. Riddle, this time warping class is over. There is still some time before lunch. Do you want to chat with a bored old man?"

The principal had said so, so what else could Tom do? He had just raised his butt and sat back down.

Outside the office, Draco looked at Lucius angrily.

"Dad, were you just hit by Dumbledore's Imperius Curse?"

"It would be fine if you didn't help me put pressure on me, but you actually asked me to apologize to Riddle! I'm going to tell mom that you helped outsiders bully me!"

Lucius ignored Draco's roar and pulled him to a corner far away from the headmaster's office.

"Draco, let me ask you a question first."

"What do you think has enabled the Malfoy family to survive from the time of William the Conqueror to the present?"

Draco was stunned. Although he didn't know why Lucius asked this, seeing his serious expression, he answered honestly: "Noble blood, huge connections, huge wealth, and... powerful strength?"

Lucius nodded with relief: "Very good, that's all bullshit.

???

Draco looked at his father in shock. Isn't this what you taught me?

Now you're mocking me?

Lucius patted Draco's shoulder heavily: "Listen carefully, son."

"The reason why the Malfoy family has been able to survive to this day and prosper and has considerable influence among pure-bloods is not due to these illusory things you mentioned."

"Instead, they rely on wavering, changing their stance according to the wind, betraying their superiors, slandering their friends, stabbing them in the back, and running away faster. This is how they can avoid the crisis of extinction again and again and continue to grow stronger.

Draco was completely confused, "Dad, are you serious?"

"I've never been so serious." Lucius Malfoy said seriously, his expression was indeed more serious and tired than Draco had ever seen.

"The vain words I told you on a daily basis were only to establish a personal image for our family. We firmly support pure blood in order to gain the friendship of other pure blood families and gain greater benefits."

"But in fact, bloodline is really not important. What matters is strength."

"A half-blood becomes the Dark Lord. Do you dare to resist him?"

Draco shook his head numbly, "I dare not...

Even the families who stood on his side knew how terrifying the Dark Lord was. Otherwise, they would not dare to even mention his name and could only refer to him as the 'mysterious man' or the 'Dark Lord'.

"But what does this have to do with you speaking for Riddle just now?" Draco asked, still puzzled.

Lucius sighed: "I dared to go against Dumbledore and even publicly slandered him dozens of times, saying that he was a mentally ill old man, because Dumbledore is a decent person."

"He has his own bottom line and abides by the rules of the game. He won't get angry because of what I said."

"But Riddle..."

Lucius hesitated for a moment, then said, "He just wanted to kill me, no, he wanted to kill all the Malfoys."

"What?!" Draco screamed, "How is this possible! How dare he!"

"No, he dares. As for whether he has the ability to do so? Since he has such an idea, it means he must have the confidence and means to do so."

Lucius Malfoy sighed, "Although Riddle's strength is definitely weaker than Dumbledore's, and he is not even worthy of being mentioned in the same breath, he is an orphan, all alone, with an extreme personality and no weaknesses. This lunatic is definitely more dangerous than Dumbledore."

"So Draco, stay away from him in the future. Even if you curse him, keep it secret. People like him will either become big figures in the wizarding world in the future, or get into big trouble and lose their lives. What good can you gain by going against him?"

Draco's face turned pale. He didn't dare to doubt whether what Lucius said was exaggerated or not, because his father's majesty could not be challenged, so he believed it...

Riddle..really wanted to kill their whole family.

"I, I understand, Dad." Draco said tremblingly.

Lucius nodded with satisfaction. If nothing else, at least his son listened to his advice, and that was his greatest advantage.

"Don't feel aggrieved. It's never too late for the Malfoy family to take revenge. When he loses power, we can add insult to injury. The means and process are not important. The result is the only thing that matters." "Do you understand?"

In the headmaster's office, Tom didn't know that Lucius Malfoy was using him to instill the family's survival skills in Draco Malfoy.

He was tasting the lemon sherbet prepared by Dumbledore and looking at the layout of the headmaster's office.

The room is located at the top of a tower and is very high, so it is divided into two floors. The upper floor should be Dumbledore's residence.

As for the first floor where guests are received, apart from the portrait of the principal and some precious decorations occupying the wall near the door, both sides of the huge desk are occupied by floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with books.

Tom, with his good eyesight, saw some book titles that he had never seen in the library or Diagon Alley.

Maybe in the restricted section?

But until now, Tom has never been to the restricted books section.

Suddenly, Tom's eyes fell on an empty shelf, which was made of sycamore wood and there were some ashes on the shelf.

"Professor, I heard you have a phoenix, why isn't it here?"

"Fox? I never restrict its movements. It may be looking for food somewhere now."

Tom felt a little regretful that he didn't get to see the real face of the Phoenix, and he didn't know if it looked like in the movie.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to have a pet, but a wizard who doesn't want to become a Pokémon master is not a good student.

He just felt that there was no point in keeping ordinary pets. If he wanted to keep one, he had to keep a unique pet like Dumbledore did.

"Tom, that's not what I call you."

Dumbledore smiled as he watched Tom staring at the sycamore tree in a daze. "You seem to like books very much?"

Tom turned his head and took another bite of the lemon snowball: "There is too little entertainment interaction in the wizarding world. Apart from reading, I really can't find any other pastime activities."

"I had the same thought."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement: "The opera, radio and television in the Muggle world are very rich and wonderful. The huge population base gives them endless creativity.

"Unfortunately... this castle refuses to allow these things to exist. I once tried to put a TV in the office, but there was no electricity at all. After a few days, even the TV broke down.

"Professor, is this caused by magic?" Tom asked curiously, "But the density of wizards in Diagon Alley should be no less than that in the castle, so why can the TV in the Leaky Cauldron work normally?"

"No, powerful magic can indeed interfere with the use of Muggle electrical appliances, but that is in the case of an outbreak. The natural dissipation of a young wizard cannot do this."

Dumbledore looked up at the dome. "What really rejected them was this castle. Hogwarts itself is a super magical object. There are many secrets contained in it that even I, the headmaster, don't know."

"Oh." Tom nodded in understanding and fell silent.

He didn't know what Dumbledore's purpose was in keeping him, but it definitely wasn't out of ill will.

It is better to just remain unchanged in the face of ever-changing circumstances and wait for Old Deng to make his move.

But Dumbledore seemed to really want to chat with Tom, and he talked about this and that for a long time, just asking him how his studies were going, how his life was going, and what he thought of the professor's courses.

Tom was puzzled.—Take it.

"I heard from Severus that you came up with a system of invisible prefects?"

The highlight is here.

Tom perked up and sat up straight. "It's just a sudden idea.

In fact, in the Muggle world, a college is equivalent to a class.

It can't be that only the senior grades have a monitor while the lower grades have no one to manage them.

There will always be a generation gap between different grades.

It's more convenient to find someone in the same grade."

"That's a good idea." Dumbledore chuckled, "And what about the invisible headmaster?"

"Professor, I just want to make progress."

Tom said sincerely: "Professor Snape is usually so busy, he teaches more than 20 classes a week and has to grade homework. He really has no time to manage students. I am willing to help him share the burden.

Even Dumbledore, who was known for his calm attitude, was left speechless by Tom.

Is it appropriate for you, a freshman, to say this?

But Tom is the type who is trying his best. If Dumbledore really goes crazy and agrees, then he will get a lot of achievement points.

The money is recorded in the account, and it is guaranteed to make money.

If you don't agree...then just disagree.

There will always be a time when he agrees.

As Tom expected, Dumbledore politely declined, "Tom, the most important thing for students is to study and enjoy their student life. As for adult matters,

"Just let the adults worry about it."

"Severus is a very dedicated and responsible headmaster, you have to believe in his abilities.

Double agent, Potions professor, Head of House, and also helps keep an eye on Quirrell and protect Harry.

Snape was a natural born ox and horse. He could complete any task given to him, so Dumbledore was not worried about any problems.

"Okay." Tom shrugged indifferently, and changed the subject again, "What do you think about extending the invisible prefect system to the whole school? Good experiences should be learned.

Dumbledore was silent.

"Maybe not. Not all houses are like Slytherin 0.5. They may prefer more freedom."

The old man looked at the clock on the wall. "It's about time. Maybe Miss Greengrass is waiting for you to have lunch. I won't bother you anymore, old man."

There was really no way to continue the conversation. The people that Dumbledore had kept were now eager for Tom to leave.

Now it was Tom's turn to be calm. The boy blinked his eyes and said, "Professor, I see you have a lot of books here. Can you lend me two?"

Dumbledore was stunned, and readily agreed: "No problem, I can't refuse students' thirst for knowledge."

"thank you."

Tom stood up without hesitation, walked to the huge bookshelf, and climbed up the ladder leaning against the bookshelf to select books.

He didn't know if there was any magical protection on it, so he could only use this primitive method.

Soon, Tom had chosen his two books.

The Development and Summary of Advanced Magic in the Sixteenth Century

From Ignorance to Equivalent Exchange: The Secret of Alchemy

"Professor, these are the only two villages.

Dumbledore just glanced at the first book and paid no attention to it. The second...

He laughed again.

"Are you also interested in alchemy? This is a book compiled by an old friend of mine, but it has not been sold to the public and is only circulated in a small circle.

"To be able to pick this out of so many books, it seems that you two also have a wonderful fate."

"Really?" Tom also smiled. "Maybe if I encounter any problems in the future, I can ask your friend for advice in person."

On the cover, in addition to the gold-plated title of the book, there is a line of small words in the corner marking the author of the book - Nicolas Flamel.

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