Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

"That's right, George, but I'm Fred. You introduced yourself wrongly."

"Idiot, you were the one who said you were George first."

"Is that right?"

Tom also kept smiling. Apart from anything else, these two people were indeed the most lively people in Hogwarts. There would be no dull moment wherever they were.

"Riddle, you're much more famous than the rest of us." The real Fred suddenly leaned closer, and said mysteriously, "Did you know? You've just entered school, and you've already set a record."

"What records?" Tom asked curiously.

George shook his head. "You are the first pure Muggle-born student to enter Slytherin."

Fred added, "At least it's the first one in over a decade."

"That's it." Tom was a little disappointed. "I knew it a long time ago. To be exact, it was thirty-two years ago. The last Muggle-born Slytherin disappeared after graduating. I heard he was killed by a dark wizard."

To be more precise, he was killed by Tom Riddle.

Well, the previous one.

Perhaps to demonstrate his determination to uphold the pure-blood theory and to embody the purity of Slytherin, the poor fellow was targeted by Voldemort.

Seeing Tom so calm, the twins were disappointed. Fred asked unwillingly, "Didn't you suffer any discrimination in Slytherin? It must be very difficult to be with a group of people who look down on you every day?"

"Not really." Tom waved his hand. "My roommates are very welcoming and we get along very well."

Family disgrace should not be made public. After all, he is now a member of Slytherin. Tom will not take the initiative to tell outsiders about the training of his three roommates.

Upon hearing this, the twins looked at each other in disbelief as if they had seen a ghost.

Finally, I came to the conclusion that Tom just didn't want to tell others about his embarrassing story, and I felt normal about it.

Soon, Tom's midnight snack and the twins' midnight snack were delivered.

The three of them ate and talked. Fred and George were the real know-it-alls at Hogwarts. They knew all the interesting things and secret passages in the castle. Tom got a lot of information out of them.

The twins actually knew that Tom was trying to trick them, but they didn't care.

I finally met an interesting freshman at Hogwarts, and I could not only guard against their pranks, but also fight back against them.

This is much more interesting than their younger brother.

So the three of them had a very pleasant conversation.

As for the conflicts and disputes between the colleges, Tom didn't do anything to Gryffindor, and those old things had nothing to do with him. He could just turn against them when there were conflicts in the future.

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After eating and drinking, the three of them said goodbye in the hallway.

Before leaving, the twins patted their chests and promised Tom that if any Slytherin students bullied him in the future, they would go find them and make sure that those people would smell like shit.

Tom chuckled twice but didn't respond.

This was not to help him, but the two of them just wanted to find an excuse to play a prank.

Silent all night.

A new day has arrived. Today is Friday, which also means that the first week of the new semester is about to end. I can have a good rest for two days during the weekend.

On Fridays, Slytherin only had two consecutive Potions classes in the morning, and the same was true for Gryffindor.

After dinner, Tom and Daphne went to the Potions classroom.

As he passed by Snape's office, Tom took a subtle glance.

He originally thought that buying for free was a simple matter, but later he found out that Snape's dormitory was right next to the office and the two rooms were connected.

He had heard this from a senior student. If he hadn't known this, and had gone out to buy some goods during a night out, that would have been fun...

So Tom did not act rashly for the time being. He was waiting for an opportunity to make sure that Snape did not do anything again in the office or dormitory.

At nine o'clock, the class bell rang on time.

Snape walked into the classroom as the bell rang, his steps very fast and vigorous, the hem of his robe fluttering in the wind like a bat flying close to the hem.

His appearance brought with it an aura that frightened all the young wizards from Slytherin and Gryffindor, and the classroom quickly became quiet.

As Snape floated by, Tom silently dodged a little.

He was afraid that the oily hair would splash onto his body.

Snape's eyes swept over all the young wizards, lingered on Tom and Harry for two seconds, then he took out the roster and began to call the roll.

Like the other professors, he paused when Harry's name was called.

"Oh, yes, Potter."

"This is our new... famous guy."

Malfoy and his two followers chuckled, as if they had heard something funny.

This tone and this manner of speaking gave Harry, who was used to professors' sudden and startled expressions, a sudden sense of foreboding.

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Thanks to ccy for the 100-point reward! .

Chapter 30 asks you to answer questions, not to do reading comprehension!

After this ambiguous exclamation, Snape continued to call the roll.

Finally, when it was Tom's turn, Snape gave him a death stare with a deep and empty look in his eyes. Tom smiled at the sponsor in a friendly manner.

With a slight snort, Snape closed the roll call book.

"You are here to learn a precise and rigorous craft."

Snape's voice was soft, but everyone heard every word he said clearly. "Here, you don't have to wave your wand foolishly, or even doubt whether it is magic. I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of the white smoke rising from the crucible and the bursts of fragrant aroma, nor do I think you understand the fascinating magic of the blood vessels that bleed and move people."

"I can teach you how to improve your reputation, create glory, and even prevent death—but only if you are not the fools I often encounter."

After the opening remarks, the whole class fell silent. Harry and Ron fidgeted, and Hermione leaned forward. There were many people like her, all trying to concentrate their attention to prove that they were not the fools that Snape had described them to be.

"Potter!"

Snape cast a sharp gaze at the bewildered Harry. "What would I get if I added powdered narcissus root to the wormwood infusion?"

Honestly, every word here... well, Harry didn't even know the word for wormwood, let alone the answer.

He could only look to Ron for help.

What made Harry sad was that Ron avoided his gaze guiltily, shrank back, and tried his best to reduce his presence.

On the other hand, Hermione, who was not far away from them, had already raised her hand high, but Snape only had 'Potter' in his eyes at this moment and completely ignored her.

"I don't know, Professor," Harry could only bite the bullet and say.

Snape curled his lips, "Tsk, it seems that fame can't represent everything."

Malfoy snickered again. Seeing Potter being humiliated was even more satisfying than being praised by the professor.

"Let's try this again, Potter," Snape said slowly. "If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go?"

"I don't know, Professor." Harry's eyes were filled with clarity and innocence untainted by the world. "What is a bezoar?"

"I was the one asking the question, not asking you to ask me. One point deducted from Gryffindor."

Snape glared at him. "Then let's make it even simpler. What's the difference between Aconitum naviculatum and Aconitum wolfsbane?"

"Miss Granger, I advise you to sit still."

Hermione, who couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to stand up, was pushed back on the chair by Snape's words.

Harry said numbly, "Professor, I still don't know."

Snape sighed, looking very disappointed with Mr. Savior. Suddenly, he changed the subject: "Riddle, you look so relaxed, you must know the answer, right?"

"Then you tell me what you get when you add powdered narcissus root to an infusion of wormwood."

Tom was not surprised at all. He had expected this scene since he had a tough fight that day.

Under Hermione's envious gaze, Tom stood up and told the answer:

Asphodel, also known as the yellow sunflower orchid, is a member of the lily family. In Greek legend, it is a flower of the underworld. Growing on the golden spike plain, it symbolizes the desolate land where the dead dwell.

"The use of flower language to convey emotions was very popular during the Victorian era, and the daffodil's flower language was 'My regrets are buried with you.'"

"The flower language of wormwood also includes bitterness and regret."

"From this question, we can learn that the questioner, through a wonderful metaphor of floral language, is expressing his deep regret and apology for someone who possesses the purity of a narcissus and the elegance of a lily. Perhaps that person's name is LiLy?"

Swish swish--!

The entire class, including Harry, all looked at Snape, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

This question...is explained like this? !

Especially Harry, Lily...isn't that his mother's name?

Snape wants to apologize to his mother?

why?

Snape himself took two steps back in shock, looking at Tom in disbelief.

I asked you to answer questions, not to do reading comprehension!

The most important thing is that Riddle was like a fucking ghost. The reading comprehension he did exposed his entire personality, and his little thoughts were revealed clearly.

That's right, Snape was taking this opportunity to express some words that he couldn't say.

Otherwise, if he wanted to embarrass a stupid newbie like Potter, he wouldn't have used the question of Life and Death Water, which is only for sixth graders, as a test.

Any first-year student would be able to render stupid Potter speechless.

Damn Tom Riddle, this is the second time, the second time he's stabbed in the heart!

Snape roared in his heart, his expression growing colder, "Riddle! I'm asking what potion you can make by mixing these two ingredients!"