Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

But Daphne was also a face-obsessed person. In the face of absolute beauty, the girl had long forgotten about pure-bloodedness. After spending so much time with Tom and Hermione, she had completely forgotten her previous ideas.

But the fact that he hated Dumbledore remained unchanged.

Hermione rarely defended Dumbledore, because she also thought it was too outrageous.

It is said that Hogwarts is the safest place in the wizarding world, so it is not surprising that Voldemort appeared in the safest place.

"Tom, leave dangerous things like this to Potter from now on."

Daphne tearfully grabbed the boy's hand and said, "That's the mysterious man. Even at his weakest, he's very dangerous. You're still young now. When we grow up, he won't be your match. You can deal with him then."

Tom smiled and rubbed her head. "Actually, the hooded men I met in the Forbidden Forest that night were Quirrell and... You-Know-Who. I only went there when I was sure. Don't worry about me."

Hermione suddenly realized: "No wonder Quirrell resigned after that day. I should have thought of it earlier."

After saying that, she added with some envy: "Devil's Snare, Golden Snitch, chessboard, magic potion..."

"These levels are so interesting, Tom. You should ask me to join you. At least I can definitely beat the potion and chessboard levels."

"It's easy," Tom said nonchalantly. "It's just a level-breaking game. I'll help you set it up when you come back next semester."

After chatting for a while, Tom drew Voldemort's current appearance, which was unanimously disliked by the two of them. Then, when they learned that Tom had important matters to deal with, they left first.

Tom took out the dragon skin and dragon bones and began to cut and assemble them.

Making a box with a traceless extension spell is a technical and physical job. The space needs to be expanded piece by piece, and after the expansion, a stabilization spell needs to be applied to ensure that the space exists for a long time.

In the days after the final exams, Tom would spend an entire afternoon every day making boxes in the Room of Requirement, and at the same time he would look up information about Thunderbird.

Because this is a magical creature unique to North America, there are very few books about it at Hogwarts, but even after reading the little information, Tom was silent.

Thunderbird is one of the best flying birds among magical creatures, with a maximum speed of over 500 kilometers per hour, and its flight is accompanied by strong winds and thunder.

In other words, if Tom wants to defeat the Thunderbird in the flying race, he not only needs to master the flying spell, but also needs to reach a speed of more than 500 kilometers per hour.

Do we still need to be careful about the natural environment during the flight?

He felt that this trial was the most difficult of the four trials so far.

Now there is not even a shadow of the flying spell. Can it really be completed this summer vacation?

Andros and Grindelwald also found the request quite tricky. They spent the whole day studying the flying spell and gradually came up with an idea.

Just the day before the end-of-year dinner, the Quidditch final began. Harry had not yet woken up, so Gryffindor had to temporarily find a student with decent flying skills to replace him. However, the whole team had no tacit understanding at all and was beaten terribly by Ravenclaw.

When Tom saw the end of the game, Wood's eyes were red.

And in the evening after the game, Harry finally woke up.

"Good afternoon, Harry." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Harry was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and said incoherently: "Professor, the Philosopher's Stone, it was Quirrell... No, where is Tom?"

"Don't get excited, child." Dumbledore's voice was filled with magic, and Harry quickly calmed down. He continued, "The Philosopher's Stone is safe. You and Mr. Riddle successfully protected the Philosopher's Stone and defeated Quirrell. It's really amazing."

Dumbledore answered some of Harry's questions, and a sudden realization came over Harry. It seemed that Dumbledore was giving him a chance, believing that he had the right to face Voldemort.

Everything seems to be done under guidance.

What about Tom?

Before the start of the school dinner, Harry got permission from Madam Pomfrey and left the school infirmary to see Tom.

The two met in the hall. Harry left Ron and Neville behind and stopped Tom who was about to enter. They came to the corner of the hall. Harry thanked him and said:

"Thank you, Tom."

"No need to thank me. When I arrived, you had already beaten Quirrell half to death." Tom said indifferently.

Tom then asked curiously, "But I'm curious, how did you pass the first few levels?"

In the trio, Ron and Harry always had flashes of inspiration, and Hermione was usually the intellectual leader and also provided technical support. Tom felt it was a bit of a dream that these two could successfully pass the challenge with their IQ.

Especially the two levels of Devil's Snare and Magic Potions, he really couldn't figure it out.

Seeing that Tom was curious, Harry told him about their experience of breaking through the barrier.

When they were at the Devil's Snare level, the two of them didn't recognize what it was at all, and all the knowledge they learned in the Herbology class was returned to Professor Sprout. However, during the struggle, Ron's wand was torn off by the Devil's Snare, causing an explosion. The flames forced back the Devil's Snare, and the two of them avoided being strangled to death.

Needless to say, the chess level was all thanks to Ron.

The final potion level...Harry was guessing, or you could say he was taking a gamble.

He looked at all the potion bottles, picked out the one that he thought had been touched and had the least amount of potion, and drank it. As a result, his guess was right.

After listening to the whole process of the challenge, Tom was both amused and confused.

It turns out that they relied entirely on luck and recklessness. They are worthy of being the protagonists and Voldemort's mortal enemies. If it were anyone else, they would definitely be in danger, but Harry and Ron were able to turn danger into safety, rest for a few days and continue to be full of energy.

"that..."

Harry scratched his head embarrassedly: "Tom, I want to apologize to you..."

"Apologize?" Tom looked at him doubtfully. "What else can you do to make me feel sorry for myself?"

It's not that I believe in Harry's character, but that I doubt his ability.

Hearing this, Harry became even more embarrassed. "Last time, you and Hermione told me to be careful of Quirrell, but I always thought Snape was the bad guy. But Dumbledore told me that Snape was protecting me before, and Quirrell was the one who wanted to kill me. If I had listened to you earlier, things wouldn't have turned out like this."

"That's it." Tom suddenly realized, "Actually, even if you knew it, it would be useless because there's no evidence. You can't just stare at Quirrell every day and wait for him to show his weakness. It won't make any difference."

"You don't need to apologize to me about this. Go talk to Snape."

Tom left, but Harry just stood there in a daze, and only curled his lips after a long while.

Go apologize to Snape?

Then he can continue to frame people. It’s okay. He doesn’t mind being a despicable villain.

.....

Tom entered the Great Hall, which had been completely renovated with green and silver ribbons representing Slytherin. On the wall behind the guest of honor seats hung a huge banner with a picture of the Slytherin snake.

Except for Slytherin, many students were fed up with the sight. Since they had entered school, they had been dressed like this at the last dinner of every school year. The seventh-year students were already in despair, as they were destined to never see the day of change.

A moment later, Dumbledore arrived at the Great Hall and the noise gradually died down.

"Another year has passed," Dumbledore said cheerfully. "Before you enjoy the delicious food, I must bother you all to listen to an old man's clichés. What a wonderful year it has been! I believe you must have gained a lot. You have a whole summer vacation waiting for you, but please don't forget that school will start again after the summer vacation, so read more books and don't let your little brains be idle."

The little wizards laughed good-naturedly.

When the laughter died down, Dumbledore continued, "Now, we must proceed with the awards ceremony for the House Cup. The specific scores for each house are as follows:

Gryffindor, 300 points

Hufflepuff, 352 points

Ravenclaw, 426 points

Slytherin, 500 points."

The Slytherin delivery table erupted in cheers, and Snape also had a smile on his face, but in the eyes of others, it only made them feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Yes, well done, Slytherin, but recent events must also be taken into account."

Snape's smile faded, and the Slytherin table fell silent. They all had a bad feeling in their hearts.

"First, Mr. Neville Longbottom, for presenting one of the most beautiful pieces of music this school year. I award him 50 points from Gryffindor for this."

The Gryffindor students were happy, and the Slytherins could sit still, but the gap between the two sides was still huge. Neville's face turned red, he had never received so many extra points.

"Second, Ron Weasley, who won the most exciting game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years and damaged his wand to protect school property, I award sixty credits to Gryffindor for this."

The twins had already jumped onto the table excitedly, and Percy loudly told others that Ron was his brother and that it was he who had passed Professor McGonagall's giant chessboard.

It’s okay, there’s still a gap of ninety points, the Slytherin student comforted himself in his heart.

"Third, Tom Riddle."

Dumbledore looked at Tom, and the Slytherins became visibly excited.

"Mr. Riddle showed up at the critical moment, crossing the boundaries of the academy and risking his life to help Mr. Potter. As a reward, I have already given him the most precious treasure, so no additional points will be awarded."

Tom was not surprised because this was the condition Dumbledore had agreed with him in his office, but the others were disappointed.

"Tom, what treasure is it?" Daphne asked in a low voice while pulling the corner of Tom's clothes.

"Let's talk about it when we get back. This is a surprise for you."

Hearing what Tom said, the girl became even more curious and felt itchy in her heart.

"Finally, Harry Potter."

Dumbledore said, and the hall became unusually quiet. "He has shown great fearlessness and courage, and for this, I must award Gryffindor House a hundred points!"

The cheers were deafening. The students with strong mental arithmetic skills had already reached the conclusion and their faces were filled with ecstasy.

"Exceeded, the score exceeded!"

"we are the champion!"

Dumbledore raised his hand and had to use magic to amplify his voice to drown out the cheers. Even Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were celebrating for them, which showed how unpopular Slytherin was. "We need to make some changes to the decorations here!"

He clapped his hands, and immediately the decorations representing Slytherin turned golden red, and the Slytherin snake turned into a lion. Snape was in high spirits, and shook hands with Professor McGonagall very gracefully, and then glared at Dumbledore silently.

Could this old guy's behind-the-scenes manipulation be any more obvious?

Fortunately, Riddle was more skilled this time.

The professors, including Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, were very confused. Based on their understanding of Snape, he should not behave like this at this moment.

Not only was he not angry, but he laughed even more happily?

"Wait a moment!"

Just when everyone thought that the twists and turns of the College Cup competition had come to an end, Tom stood up slowly. His voice became harsh under the blessing of magic. Everyone felt a buzzing in their ears and fell silent involuntarily.

This time, it was Dumbledore's turn to feel something was wrong.

Tom smiled at Dumbledore first, then looked at Professor Snape.

"Professor, I want to ask, has my paper been published successfully?"