HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

Dumbledore was right, this was indeed a wonderful fate.

Tom did not choose the book because of Nicolas Flamel, and he could not have known in advance that Nicolas Flamel had written this unpublished book.

But if there is a chance, Tom really wants to meet Nicolas Flamel.

For ordinary people, living long is just a way of surviving, but for an outstanding person, living long is terrifying.

Nicolas Flamel was a milestone figure in alchemy. Over six hundred years, he had accumulated an untold amount of wealth and knowledge, perhaps even more terrifying than Hogwarts.

After all, Hogwarts is just a school, and it mainly serves the majority of ordinary wizards. However, Nicolas Flamel's collection is entirely for his own benefit. Any book that is not of a certain level will not catch his eye.

Tom would not bring up such an impudent condition as contacting him right now. He just promised Dumbledore that he would return the book within a week and left the headmaster's office.

When he arrived at the door, Tom was stopped by the gargoyles again.

"Anything else?"

"Boy, since you have seen through my secret, I will not hide it from you."

Tom's face was full of question marks. Why did this guy have so many dramatic moments?

The face of the gargoyle stone beast unexpectedly showed a human-like inscrutable look. "In fact, Salazar is only one of my creators.

The four founders worked together to create me.

Salazar gave me vitality, Helga gave me an indestructible body, Godric gave me great strength, and Ravenclaw gave me great wisdom."

Tom looked the gargoyle up and down suspiciously. He did not deny the first three points, but based on the material, he did not believe that the gargoyle could not be beaten.

But the last one...

Is this the wisdom of Ravenclaw?

As expected, it's blue.

"Are you looking down on me again?!"

The gargoyle was shocked and angry. He had been despised twice today.

"No." Tom waved his hands. "I just don't understand why you are telling me this."

"Oh." The gargoyle calmed down and said proudly, "I haven't boasted for a long time. Let me find someone to share my boasting with."

Tom:

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"How is it, are you okay?"

When Tom returned to the hall, it was lunch time. The Slytherin students all looked at him curiously. In a short time, everyone knew that Malfoy and Tom had been called away by the headmaster.

Malfoy hasn't gone out yet, only Tom has come.

Daphne couldn't wait to ask Tom after he sat next to her. Although she said she was not worried, she only knew that there wouldn't be any big problems. Who knew what kind of punishment Dumbledore would give her.

"Fifty points deducted, that's all." Tom said indifferently, scooped two spoonfuls of mashed potatoes into the plate and poured thick beef sauce on it.

When the little snakes heard that 50 points would be deducted, they didn't react at all.

It's not that there is no reaction, it's more that they don't dare to show it.

Hufflepuff is the most indifferent among the four houses. The House Cup has basically nothing to do with them. Ravenclaw takes things as they come. They will compete if they can, and it's no big deal if they lose.

Only Gryffindor and Slytherin, the two old enemies, value honor the most, but Gryffindor often becomes Gryffindor during playtime, and the points are gone without them noticing.

Someone once said that the lion and the snake are two sides of the same coin.

There is a reason why a shrewd and ambitious lion will become a snake, and a brave snake will become a lion.

If it was someone else who was deducted 50 points, they would have been criticized and treated coldly by the little snakes, just like Malfoy and Goyle before. Even if you are from one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, you will be isolated.

But with Tom...

Whoever dares to show up, it is not a question of whether you isolate him or not, but whether he will bring others to oppose you.

Tom, who has just become the strongest person in the academy, is really not someone that anyone can afford to mess with.

Besides, Tom is very good at adding points. He can make up for this loss by himself in a month, unlike a loser like Malfoy.

Only Snape, standing in front of the score column, had an expression that was hard to describe.

No, Dumbledore.

I let you punish Riddle however you want. You can put him in solitary confinement, make him clean the house, or even give him a serious warning.

In the end, I was deducted points.

Are you messing with him or me?

"Tom, Malfoy actually dared to report you, do you want to give him a taste of his own medicine?

After dinner, Zabini came to Tom and offered advice, "Of course you don't have to do it yourself, I can do it. There is still a lot of life and death water left from the last time, just let Malfoy digest it.

Nott nodded vigorously, not wanting to let Zabini take all the credit, "I have prepared some healing ointment. It was originally for myself, but now it's just right for Malfoy."

Rozier's face flushed, and after a long while he managed to say, "Me too."

Among the three people in the dormitory, he is the dumbest in speaking and really has no words to say.

The three of them spoke without suppressing their voices at all; even Goyle and Crabbe, who were several people away, could hear them.

But the two of them continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

Followers also have human rights. How are they going to live in the future if they continue to suffer with Malfoy? There are still seven years left.

Crabbe and Goyle had a rare moment of clarity in their heads - from now on, whenever Riddle was involved, they would be deaf and blind, and would continue to be Malfoy's followers and eat their fill.

Perfect!

"Don't take it upon yourself.

Tom waved his hand. "I've said before, my feud with Malfoy ends here. If he continues to provoke me, you can do whatever you want, but now you all should behave yourself."

"Oh." Shabini agreed honestly, but he felt very sorry in his heart.

What a great opportunity! He could not only teach Malfoy a lesson but also take the opportunity to please Tom.

I didn't expect Tom to have such a high moral standard. He really reconciled as soon as he said he would.

But come to think of it, Tom had treated them all the same before. They would do something stupid once and he would beat them up once, without the habit of settling the score afterwards.

I cried, Tom is a good man...

Damn them, they didn't even want to bully Tian Xue when he was young.

Malfoy did not reappear until the afternoon Herbology class.

Although his expression was calm and he ignored the strange looks around him, every time he saw Tom's back, his heart trembled and he remembered his father's teachings.

Malfoy just hopes that Tom can keep his word and let bygones be bygones.

He will not take the initiative to provoke Tom in the future...unless the other party is really in trouble, then it will not be too late for him to jump out.

"What a cute bean."

Daphne squeezed the vine with her hands, and when the pods burst, hot pink beans appeared and fell to the ground, bouncing like pinballs.

When picking the beans, everyone wore gloves to avoid being burned by the hot beans.

Tom picked up the beans squeezed out by Daphne, blew them, wiped them, and then put them in his mouth, his eyes shining.

"It tastes good."

Daphne also perked up and quickly squeezed out another one, "Let me try it,...it's really good, sweet and soft."

Professor Sprout looked at the two little guys from behind with both helplessness and amusement.

"Riddle, Greengrass, you can't eat too much of these beans, or you'll run the risk of developing acne.

Tom didn't react, but Daphne's face turned pale and she quickly spat out the beans, making two "pfft" sounds.

"It's okay. Didn't Professor Snape tell me about the potion that can cure acne?"

"That won't work either." The girl shook her head frantically. She wanted to be beautiful forever and not have acne.

Professor Sprout watched with a smile, and did not criticize them for chatting in class, but just felt it was a pity.

A foodie like Riddle should belong to their Hufflepuff.

After class, Tom wanted to go back to the dormitory to make potions, but as soon as he arrived in the hall, he was stopped by a Slytherin boy, who said stiffly:

"Riddle, Professor Snape wants you to go to his office."

Tom was stunned for a moment, wondering if Snape was upset and wanted to stimulate him.

But he didn't think much about it, just nodded and agreed, just treating it as another visit to check out the place.

Five minutes later, Tom appeared in front of Snape.

There was no cold violence this time. The dean thoughtfully prepared a seat for Tom.

"You've deducted fifty points from the college today."

"If I have a choice, I want to be a good person."

"Okay, then go talk to Dumbledore and see if he'll give you the points back.

"Is there really no chance?"

"I don't care what you do, this year's house cup must belong to Slytherin." Snape said firmly, "Since you are now the 'uncrowned king' of the house, you should assume the corresponding responsibilities.

"Tell me, is there anything you can do to ensure that Slytherin wins the championship?

"Yes, Professor, yes."

"I have nine ways to ensure that Slytherin will still be the champion of this year's House Cup."

Tom smiled as brightly as a flower, and Snape was stunned.

I used the Uncrowned King to mock you, didn't you hear it?

Snape didn't know that Tom cared about what he said. The reason he was so happy was because the half-dead system finally gave him another task.

[Detected that the host's direct dean issued a task, the system task is generated...Task is generated. ]

[Mission Objective: Lead Slytherin to win this year's College Cup.

Mission difficulty: difficult

Mission Reward: 1000 credits, 100 achievement points [10 draws left in the lottery machine. ]

The huge sum of 1,000 credits is enough for him to open the extraordinary state ten times. 100 achievement points are one-tenth of the king of the century, not to mention the lottery opportunity that has never appeared before.

This is f*****g...Snape is not a vicious professor targeting him, he is simply his sweetheart, a gold mine!

"Professor, do you have any other tasks for me?"

Snape felt a little scared by Tom's fiery eyes, and he leaned back without saying a word.

"I only have this one request. When you can do it, we can talk about the rest later.

"All right."

Tom lowered his head in disappointment, but soon he cheered up again: "Professor, I can't win the college cup by myself. I'm not the savior."

Snape felt that there was something else behind these words, and was just pondering them when he heard Tom continue: "I feel that I still have many shortcomings, especially in the field of potions. Professor, I have some questions here..."

Naturally, the next step was the question-and-answer session.

Snape would not reject any studious student, even if that student was Potter or Longbottom.

At most, his attitude is not very good, and he will give the answer in a sarcastic way.

Of course, Snape remained rational when facing Tom.

He was not sure whether the boy would bear a grudge and disgust him a few more times, so he gave the answer calmly and directly.

Gradually...Snape's expression changed.

From the calmness at the beginning to the solemnity later on, my heart was filled with turmoil and emotions were surging.

Some of the questions Tom covered were difficult knowledge points from higher grades, as well as medicinal property analysis and shock-boiling techniques that were not covered in the textbooks.

These things were nothing to Snape.

Any seventh-year student who was qualified to take his Potions Advanced Class would be asked questions until they were sweating profusely and could not even answer most of the questions.

This kind of knowledge base appeared in a first-year student, and Snape tried to find out that Tom did not simply look at some questions and then ask him, but he really had some knowledge in the books and remembered all the knowledge introduced in the books.

It was just that he had no practice and accumulated experience, so he had these confusions.

Is this correct?!

Of course that's right.

In addition to his regular studies, Tom has recently focused most of his energy on alchemy. After all, he still needs to refine the strengthening potion that Andros mentioned. The materials are so precious that he would be heartbroken if he fails once, so he will naturally put extra effort into it.

"Riddle."

Snape interrupted Tom who was still asking questions, took out a key, opened a drawer of the desk, and took out ten black leather notebooks.

The notebook looked wrinkled and it must be old.

Tom's heart skipped a beat. Could it be one of the few cheats in this world - the Half-Blood Prince's Notes?

With the help of this notebook, Harry quickly became a rising star in the Potions class and almost defeated Malfoy in one move.

Does Snape want to teach him now?

"Riddle."

Snape pushed the notebook over and said solemnly, "You have learned too much and too many things. There is no system at all, so your questions are disorganized."

"This is the experience I summarized in Potions five years ago. Learn this notebook thoroughly before you ask me questions."

"Thank you, Professor."

Tom quickly grabbed the notebook in his arms.

Notes from five years ago?

This thing is much more valuable than the Half-Blood Prince's notes. That was just a casual creation of Snape during his school days. It is nothing compared to now. Five years ago, he was still a master of potions.

Tom didn't expect Snape to drop epic equipment so easily, but he would not give up the benefits.

After finally assuring him that this year's house cup would only belong to Slytherin and taking another look at the materials he needed, Tom left.

Snape put his hands on his nose and remained silent for a long time.

Just now, ten bold ideas suddenly popped up in his mind.

Cultivate a Tom Riddle, defeat, or even kill another 'Tom Riddle'.

Tom's talent was the most abnormal he had ever seen or heard of in his life. After confirming that Tom had no relationship with Voldemort, his prejudice against Tom naturally disappeared.

As for the commotion in the academy, it was nothing compared to his ultimate goal.

A dreamy whisper could be heard in the dim room.

"I don't care what happens to the wizarding world, let alone whether a new Dark Lord emerges."

"If that's the case, then it might be better, because the new king's ascension to the throne requires the throne to be built with the bones of the old king."

"I just want...Voldemort to die!"