Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

Although their eyes were filled with tears, their expressions were much clearer and they all looked humble and submissive.

They thought this was the end, but little did they know that everything was just the beginning.

"Can anyone tell me...who came up with the idea of ​​filing a complaint?"

Tom played with his wand, which had returned to its original shape, and said nonchalantly, "This is an internal conflict in our dormitory, but you were the first to provoke it. I'm really heartbroken..."

"Tell tales to the dean?"

"Is this the glory and tradition that the Purebloods are so proud of? The original gang is so rude."

The three of them were so angry that their faces turned red. They felt ashamed at the same time. Tom was too harsh in his words. They were all the darlings of the family and had never heard such harsh words before.

But even so, Nott and Sabini remained silent and had no intention of betraying Rozier.

"Don't tell me?" Tom raised his eyebrows and slowly pointed his wand at them. "It just so happens that I just learned a few evil spells. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to practice."

Zabini's face changed. Being beaten was simply painful, but God knew what evil curse Tom had learned.

If the spell fails...that might be more terrifying than success!

"It's Rozier!"

Under the incredible looks of Rozier and Nott, Shabini chose a path that followed his heart.

"It was Rosier who came up with this idea. He also said that Professor Snape had a good relationship with his parents and would definitely favor us. But it turns out this guy was a liar!"

"Zabini! You traitor!"

Rozier wanted to pounce on him and bite him, and Nott looked at him with disgust. Traitors are always disgusting.

But that's exactly what Tom wanted.

He untied the restraints on Zabini, helped him up with a smile on his face, and patted his shoulder.

"Bruce, I'm glad you've come to the right path."

Shabini was too embarrassed to say anything more. He felt extremely ashamed of betraying his companions.

But then, Shabini no longer thought so, he only felt fortunate.

For Tom had hung Nott and Rozier up again, and left them there to look on, and had given each of them fifty lashes.

This time the attack was more brutal than the previous three times. The shrill screams made Shabini's scalp tingle and his whole body tremble.

What was even more terrifying was that Tom was beating and healing them at the same time. After a hundred blows, neither of them had any injuries on their bodies, and they had no evidence to complain.

"Will you dare to tell the teacher again in the future?" Tom asked gently.

The two of them shook their heads wildly, looking at him as if he were a demon.

"Then how do you calculate the losses you caused me this time?" Tom asked again.

Rozier sobbed, tears streaming down his face. "You, you weren't punished by the professor, so how could you have suffered any loss?"

"You guys were wasting my time."

Tom sighed. "It took me half an hour to convince Professor Snape. Add to that the time it took to get there and pack up, and you've almost wasted my entire afternoon."

"As the saying goes, time is money. Shouldn't you give me some compensation?"

The three of them nodded subconsciously.

I think what Tom said makes some sense, but I always feel like something is wrong.

"Riddle... do you want money?" Compared to the two people who were already drugged, Zabini was still quite smart.

Tom said unhappily, "How can you call this asking for money? This is the compensation for emotional distress you voluntarily lent me. I'm a kind person, so consider it a loan. I've even prepared the IOU for you."

Three slips of paper landed in their hands. The amount was ten Galleons, and the repayment date was…after graduation???

The three of them were speechless.

Although there is no interest on deposits in Gringotts, if you lend it out for seven years... the money is essentially gone, and it's not certain whether they will remember it by then.

They had already cursed Tom to death in their hearts, but they still handed over the money with painful expressions on their faces.

Don't think that all purebloods are rich. Besides, not all rich people will give their children enough pocket money. Zabini has the most pocket money, but it is only fifty Galleons a semester. Nott and Rosier only have twenty Galleons, which is half gone in an instant.

It's only the second day of school.

Both of them were desperate. They had signed the IOU, so it would be useless even if they complained and accused Tom of blackmail.

What's more...will complaining really have any effect?

Tom returned safe and sound today, and continued to reward them without fear, which meant that Professor Snape could not threaten him...

The three of them silently told themselves to endure!

They can't provoke Riddle anymore, otherwise they will be the only ones to suffer.

Tom happily put the money away.

He found that being sorted into Slytherin wasn't a bad thing. There wouldn't be such stupid students in other houses, and he wouldn't actively blackmail them.

Thirty Galleons for three people at a time. If he could expand his business to the whole of Slytherin, he would become rich.

But it is impossible for the time being. Not to mention whether he can beat those students who are about to graduate. If he really does this, Lao Deng will probably come to have a heart-to-heart talk with him. For now, he should focus on hiding and developing himself.

"You guys reflect on your mistakes. I'm going to eat."

Tom patted Zabini's shoulder again and walked out of the dormitory.

The atmosphere in the room was silent. Rozier and Nott stared at Zabini angrily. If they were not in pain, they would have started fighting.

The two of them snorted coldly and hid under the quilt.

Feeling uncomfortable, Shabini quietly left the dormitory and sat in the common room in a daze.

He didn't think he had done anything wrong. If he didn't tell Tom, he would be beaten too. What was the point of holding on?

Nott didn't know that Rosier was the only one who was simply angry, while Nott was angry that Zabini surrendered faster than him, causing him to suffer a beating.

A crack quietly appeared between the three people.

Chapter 27: The long-awaited Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the first night out

The next day, Tom's education began to show results.

The three people woke up earlier than him, but they were quiet and didn't make any noise, for fear of waking Tom up again.

After breakfast, the Slytherin students and Ravenclaws came to the Charms classroom together.

Professor Flitwick has goblin ancestry and is short in stature, but he is a very skilled spellcaster and is said to have won a dueling tournament when he was young.

Tom strongly suspected that it was because of his small size that he was more flexible and the spell was difficult to hit him, so he had a great advantage.

But Professor Flitwick's teaching level is beyond reproach.

In the first class, he did not teach students specific spells, but instead talked about various applications of spells in life and demonstrated them.

The students were fascinated by the various magic tricks. Only after their enthusiasm was fully aroused did Professor Flitwick begin to explain the basics.

Including the correct way to hold the wand, the standard movements referred to by various adjectives, and some tips on exerting force.

After one class, Tom earned twenty credits, but unfortunately they were all based on knowledge or acquisition, rather than on bonus points from the college.

In the afternoon, it was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that all freshmen looked forward to - except Tom, because he knew that Quirrell would not make a big profit as everyone thought, but would instead make a big shit.

This class was a complete waste of time.

But some people don't think so.

Quirrell was looking forward to this class, or rather, it was his master who was looking forward to it. Voldemort wanted to observe Harry Potter closely - the boy who survived the disaster and almost killed him, and the bastard with the same name as him.

Quirrell entered the classroom and the room was soon filled with the pungent smell of garlic. He explained that it was used to drive away vampires and that the hat on his head was a gift from a prince of the Black State to thank him for driving away the ghouls.

The students believed it, but Tom didn't.

For the first time, Tom raised his hand high.

"Mr. Riddle..." Quirrell stammered Tom's last name, "Do you have any questions?"

God knows how difficult it is for Quirrell now. Voldemort is roaring in his mind. This surname reminds Voldemort of his humble origins. He should not have cast magic only on the name Voldemort, but also on his real name Tom Riddle!

After getting permission, Tom slowly stood up and asked, "Professor, I've read that garlic can repel vampires, but this is Hogwarts, and Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of this century."

"I really can't imagine what kind of vampire would dare to chase you here and persecute you."

The little wizards immediately burst into laughter and nodded frequently.

It makes sense. It makes a lot of sense.

Even the young Muggle wizards who knew nothing about the wizarding world gradually understood what the name Dumbledore represented - it was an insurmountable mountain.

"I, I'm afraid he'll curse me." Quirrell had already found an excuse. "Riddle, never underestimate the danger of dark creatures. We must always be vigilant."

"Your question is very meaningful. Five points to Slytherin."

"I understand, thank you, Professor." Tom sat down again.

Just as he thought, Quirrell would use the method of adding points to calm things down. This is a sheep with plenty of wool.

In the following classes, Quirrell didn't say anything meaningful at all. He just repeated what was in the book in his own words, which disappointed the young wizards.

After class, Tom saw Malfoy and Harry arguing again.

Malfoy only had Harry in his eyes now. He kept causing trouble for Harry with his followers and even ignored Tom, the heretic in the academy.

Tom's life was very peaceful in the next few days.

Apart from attending classes every day, I deal with two little witches.

Hermione always dragged him to the library or found a place where no one was around to practice magic, while Daphne preferred to take walks with Tom and explore the secrets of the castle.

Apart from these two, Tom had no other friends.

Slytherin looked down on his background, and other houses looked down on Slytherin. It was unique that he could be born into a family that was hated by three houses, so Slytherin was the only one who could do that.

He felt that in addition to the little snake's own problems, Snape definitely had half the credit.

In just a few days, Slytherin's house score was far ahead of the other three houses.