HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

"Hermione, you don't have to take Ronald's words to heart.

After rewarding Daphne, Tom began to give Hermione some inspirational words: "This is just an expression of envy and jealousy by an incompetent person.

"Think about it, isn't what Ronald did just now very similar to the time when Malfoy came to trouble me not long ago?"

Hermione looked thoughtful.

Of course she knew what had happened not long ago.

Now that Tom said that, it was somewhat similar. The difference was that Malfoy came to Tom to cause trouble, while Ronald was angry because she pointed out the mistake Zero made when casting the spell.

Looking at it this way, Ronald is actually not as good as Malfoy?

After all, Malfoy did that to improve himself, Ronald was just angry and humiliated.

"Have you figured it out?" Tom said slowly, "No matter if it's Slytherin or Gryffindor, there are people like this in every college, because they don't want to admit that they are ordinary, and they hope that everyone in the world is as mediocre as them."

"Your kindness may be seen as a mockery by them. Don't get angry when you meet such people, because it is not worth wasting your precious energy and time."

"Don't even think about changing their fate, just do your own thing.

Hermione nodded heavily, "I understand, Tom, learning magic is the most important thing."

"That's right."

Tom snapped his fingers, and the three of them stepped onto the stairs. "Of course, friends are important, too. Who says you don't have friends? You and I have known each other for many years, so am I not your friend?"

"Daphne offered to help you. Isn't she your friend?"

"No." Daphne turned her head away with a slightly red face.

Hermione smiled even brighter, all the resentment in her heart disappeared completely.

Like Tom said, getting angry with this kind of person is the most ridiculous thing to do.

Seeing Hermione fully recovered, Tom finally felt relieved, otherwise he would have to go rescue people today and the plan could not be implemented normally.

As for whether other unlucky people would encounter the troll, that had nothing to do with him.

Protecting his own people and not actively harming others is the highest manifestation of his quality.

In the magic world, this is considered a very high moral standard.

Because it was Halloween that night, the dinner would last longer than usual, and it would basically be curfew time after it was over, so after finishing class in the afternoon, Tom moved up the evening training and took Daphne to the Room of Requirement.

Nearly a month of training has shown initial results. Daphne has made significant improvements in both the speed of magic power recovery and the total amount of magic power.

The most important thing is that Daphne has found the feeling of casting spells and can apply it to most spells, which will make it easier for her to learn other spells in the future.

In just this week, the girl had already learned five spells.

This made Daphne very excited, and she felt that her efforts during this period were not in vain.

After an hour of training, Tom gave Daphne a bottle of energy potion to help her recover from her severe exhaustion.

As for the lack of physical energy, it will be made up at the dinner.

When they entered the auditorium, the place they were most familiar with had completely changed.

Thousands of bats were flapping their wings on the walls and ceiling, and some were gathering together and circling, like low dark clouds, circling above the dining table.

There were hundreds of pumpkin lanterns floating in the air, with candles flickering inside the hollowed-out pumpkins.

Except for the start-of-term dinner, Tom had never seen so many ghosts appear at the same time—almost all the ghosts in Hogwarts came.

The legend of the girls' bathroom, Moaning Myrtle, and Ravenclaw's resident ghost, Ms. Grey, were not present.

Tom had never seen Myrtle, but he had a deep impression of Ms. Grey. She was a very beautiful woman with a cold temperament and a deep and obvious scar on her chest.

Yeah, what a scar.

"Hurry up, Tom." Daphne urged from the front. The newly renovated auditorium made the girl very excited. She had never experienced spending a festival with so many people.

Tom took two quick steps and glanced in the direction of Gryffindor when he entered. Hermione was happily talking to Lavender Brown. Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps she felt Tom's gaze, but Hermione looked up and their eyes met.

The girl winked at Tom and they smiled at each other.

After what happened in the morning, Tom felt that Ma Min became much more cheerful.

As he passed by the Hufflepuff table, he heard a conversation between Justin Finch-Fletchley and a senior.

Finch-Fletchley was worried. "Klatum, are you sure these bats won't poop? What if some of it falls on the plate? How can we eat it?"

"It's okay. If it falls in, just take it out immediately. If it doesn't last more than three seconds, it doesn't count as contact. I have experience with this kind of situation."

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As expected of Hufflepuff, the festive atmosphere is not as important as their fans.

After hearing what he said, Tom felt uncomfortable. He stared at the bats in the sky from the moment he sat down, for fear that the crow's mouth would come true.

"What are you looking at?" Daphne asked curiously when she saw Tom raising his head every two bites.

Tom hesitated for a moment, then told what he had just heard.

Now it was Daphne's turn to remain silent. She regretted asking this question. When she saw the sly smile on Tom's face, she knew that this bad guy was deliberately teasing her.

Tian Minni pinched the boy without any instruction, and then told Birds the news.

Soon, Birds' face looked as ugly as if she had eaten a fly, and she was not to be outdone, so she shared the picture with another roommate.

Now, the news spread like a virus, and all Slytherin students were in great pain. They didn't know whether to eat or not.

No one was sure whether any unidentified objects had fallen when they were not paying attention, and for a moment they even had the urge to use magic to drive away the swarm of bats.

Go to Gryffindor, a**hole!

The culprit, Tom, was well fed and ready for the upcoming farce.

He was bored and talked to Daphne while admiring the professors who were very different from the past.

The smile on Professor Flitwick's face never disappeared, and he wore a leprechaun's hat on his head, which was a kind of self-mockery. Professor Sprout's wizard robe was covered with patterns of evil pumpkins and little bat demons, which was obviously specially prepared for the festival.

Professor McGonagall, who was always serious, was now smiling as he competed with Dumbledore, who had bat wings on his head, in drinking capacity.

Halloween originated from the Celtic civilization two thousand years ago, and was "absorbed" by the Christian world in the eighth century AD. Pope Gregory III designated November 1 as All Saints' Day to commemorate the saints and replace the pagan worship of evil gods.

There are also Christmas and Easter. No matter how you look at it, these holidays have nothing to do with wizards. You have to know that wizards and the Church are mortal enemies. In those days, countless wizards were persecuted, hung on the cross, and burned to death.

How can we still commemorate Jesus' birthday and resurrection?

All we can say is that Muggle wizards and half-blood wizards have silently influenced wizards, so that they don't think there is anything wrong with celebrating the festival this way.

But in this cheerful atmosphere, there is one person who doesn't fit in.

Snape's expression was calm, even a little sad, as he ate the steak on the plate numbly, bite after bite.

No one was surprised by his behavior, because Snape didn't seem to be the type who liked to celebrate holidays.

But Tom knew the deeper reason.

Ten years ago today, Lily Evans died at the hands of Voldemort, so today is Halloween for everyone else, but for Snape it is Lily's memorial day, and also a torture for him.

Um?

Tom suddenly discovered the blind spot.

At the Gryffindor table, Harry and Ronald were not there.

Bang--!

The heavy oak door was suddenly pushed open. The muffled sound disturbed the cheerful atmosphere and everyone subconsciously looked over.

Quirrell stumbled and looked panicked. He tripped over himself as he rushed into the hall and fell between the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables.

"Troll, in the underground classroom - I think you should know -"

After saying this, Quirrell completely fainted.

Pretended.

There was chaos in the hall, and Dumbledore had to use his wand to launch several fireworks to quiet everyone down.

"Prefect," he said in a low voice, "take the students from each college to the dormitory area immediately!"

The heads of each college immediately took action. Just as Siswell Burke was about to stand up and give orders, he suddenly paused and looked at Tom.

Tom was looking at him too.

Cold sweat oozed from Bock's forehead, and he quickly sat back down and acted mute.

Tom hasn't been taking care of anything lately, so much so that he even forgot that he has a boss.

Fortunately, he didn't speak too quickly, otherwise he would have been held accountable later.

The others also understood something and looked at Tom.

"The first graders lined up to follow me, then the second and third graders, and the seniors lined up behind me!"

Tom said this with his head held high and his chest puffed out, leading the way without even noticing Quirrell lying on the ground, and stepped over his head.

"Damn Tom Riddle!"

Quirrell, who was pretending to be unconscious, cursed madly in his heart, and then he felt a sharp pain, which almost made him unable to pretend and scream out.

"I won't let you curse him! No, you are not allowed to curse Tom Riddle's name, damned brat, I will kill you after I'm resurrected!"

Voldemort cursed Tom madly in Quirrell's mind. Not only did he call the same name as the great Voldemort, but he didn't dare to touch his face!

He was also cursing Quirrell, why did he lie prone, instead of lying down and pretending to be unconscious, otherwise wouldn't it be his face that was stepped on?

Quirrell was so upset that he wanted to cry but had no tears. Wasn't he lying down because he was afraid of falling backwards and hitting his master? How could it be his mistake now?

Not daring to complain to Voldemort, he could only transfer his anger to Tom. However, he did not dare to scold him by name, so he could only refer to him as the brat.

What made Quirrell and Voldemort even more crazy was yet to come.

As soon as Tom left, the main group immediately followed after lining up, with Bignian at the front.

She followed the same route as Tom took, and so Voldemort suffered a critical hit again, and then a second time, and a third time.

Almost all the young wizards in Slytherin provided assists. If it were other colleges, there would definitely not be many students who dared to step on the professor.

But Slytherin?

No one cares about Quirrell. They despise this piece of trash.

Maybe he didn't notice it, but what if he did it on purpose?

After being attacked nearly a hundred times in a row, Voldemort's heart has become numb. Among those who stepped on him, many were descendants of his former subordinates.

He had originally planned to reward Quirrell, the great hero, after his resurrection, but now it seems that is no longer necessary.

People who know his dark history should not live in this world...

No one cared about Quirrell's experience. While the students were evacuating, Dumbledore arranged for the professors to search for the troll on each floor.

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He gave Snape a look, and Snape immediately understood what Dumbledore meant. He nodded slightly and headed straight to the corridor on the fourth floor without disturbing anyone.

Not long after, the Slytherin students returned to the common room and began to discuss where the troll came from.

While discussing this, many people also took the opportunity to mock Dumbledore and Quirrell.

Hogwarts is known as the safest place in the wizarding world, but a troll appears there. What about Quirrell?

Although the giant monster is very strong, with super high magic resistance and strong physical strength, you are the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and your job is to deal with dark creatures, but he

Not only did he fail to deal with the giant monster, he fainted when he came back to report the news.

Absolutely the worst professor at Hogwarts, bar none.

I guess there won't be anyone worse than him in the future.

Tom looked at the little wizard who had set a flag and planned to interview him next year, then pretended to walk towards the dormitory. When he entered the stairs and saw that there was no one there, he put on a layer of

Illusion spell.

Just then the last of the seventh graders returned to the common room, and Tom walked out through the open stone door.

The corridor was empty at this time, and Tom was not afraid of being discovered by the noise he made while walking. He walked quickly through several underground passages and arrived at the main building area, near the Potions classroom.

There was a sour smell in the air, and I covered my nose.

He knew that was the smell of trolls, each one looking like it had come out of a can of herrings.

"Alaho is open.'"1

Tom opened the door of Snape's office smoothly and walked in as naturally as if he was returning to his own office.

Looking at the dazzling array of potion materials on the shelves, Tom's eyes were shining, and Andros' eyes in the study space were also shining.

"Hey little darlings~ I'm coming~"

Rubbing his hands shyly, Tom started his first zero-dollar shopping in his life.