Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

"Riddle! What are you doing!?"

"Put Malfoy down immediately. Do you think we prefects are just for show when we attack our classmates in the common room?"

The one who stood up was the sixth grade boy's prefect, Stephen Avery, who was pointing at Tom with an angry look on his face.

Tom turned around and tilted his head in confusion. "Prefect? ​​So there was a prefect in the lounge just now."

"Then why were you watching the show when Malfoy was out doing his dirty work?"

Avery's face darkened and he looked even angrier.

What can he say? Is it okay for pure-bloods to bully Muggle wizards, but it's not okay for Muggle wizards to attack pure-bloods?

Although he thought so, he couldn't say it.

Because the headmaster of this school... is Dumbledore!

These unspoken rules of the purebloods must never be made public.

"Riddle."

Stephen Avery said in a deep voice: "As a prefect, I order you to put Malfoy down. This matter ends here."

Tom scratched his ear, not caring at all. "Prefect? ​​What the hell is that?"

The lounge was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Chapter 48 proposes the invisible prefect system, I want to be the invisible dean!

Avery's eyes widened in shock.

He couldn't believe that in Slytherin, a place with strict hierarchy, someone would dare to challenge the authority of the prefect.

For a moment, he didn't know how to respond to Tom.

Avery froze in his tracks, but Crabbe and Goyle knew what to do.

Goyle rushed towards Tom, shouting, "Let go of Draco, you damned mudblood!"

Crabbe followed. Both of them were freshmen, but they were fat and strong, even more robust than the senior students.

Nott and Zabini looked at each other without saying anything, and then they rushed over to help Tom stop Crabbe and Goyle.

My roommates were completely impressed.

Riddle was simply lawless. He ignored the prefect and attacked Malfoy in public.

This is the so-called convert fanaticism. Once they choose to surrender, they will desperately want to prove that their choice is correct. Tom's performance completely fits the two people's fantasy of a strong man.

If he chose to swallow his anger, Shabini and Nott would definitely be disappointed, and might even have inappropriate thoughts again.

However, Tom doesn't need both of them to deal with two thugs who are still relying on brute force.

"Collapse!"

Two beams of light flew out from the tip of the wand at random, hitting the defenseless Crabbe and Goyle.

The two of them fell asleep immediately, making people sigh that being young is great.

"enough!"

Avery had already drawn his wand and pointed it at Tom. "This is my last warning, Riddle. Put him down, or I'll attack you!"

"You want to duel with me?" Tom lowered his wand and the smile on his face disappeared.

Avery took a deep breath. "If you want to be taught a lesson, I don't mind moving a little."

Of course he wanted to teach Tom a lesson, but the reason had to be valid, so he repeatedly showed restraint.

"There are many people who can teach me a lesson, but you are definitely not one of them."

Tom raised his wand, which was standard dueling etiquette. "But a simple fight is a bit boring. How about we add some spice?"

Avery frowned. "What's the prize?"

"I don't think you prefects are that big of a deal."

Tom shrugged, and what he said made Avery and the two prefects present look embarrassed: "To be honest, if I were in fifth grade now, I would definitely be a prefect too."

"But I can't wait."

The boy smiled a bright smile that made many witches lose their minds.

"As long as I win, there will be an invisible prefect position in the first grade, and you prefects will not be able to interfere in our first grade affairs."

"no!"

It wasn't just Avery and the two prefects present who were speaking. There were also voices of opposition coming from the stairs. These were the other three prefects who had rushed over after hearing the noise outside, as well as the little wizards who had come to watch the fun.

The newcomer who didn't understand what was going on here quickly found his friends to ask what happened, and then their faces became very interesting.

Tom sneered. "Refuse? That's not up to you."

He conjured up six gloves and threw them in front of all the prefects.

This is a sign that a duel has been initiated, and in older times, it even represented a battle of life and death.

"Slytherin, the strong are respected. As for the bloodline you value? Compare your bloodlines with mine. Who among you can be sorted into Slytherin immediately without even putting on that lousy hat?"

"Ah? Answer me!"

Tom's roar startled everyone. They wanted to refute, but suddenly realized...it made a lot of sense.

Hat embarrassment (the Sorting Hat takes more than twenty minutes to think, the most famous example is Professor McGonagall) is rare, with only two or three cases in a century. But people like Tom who were sorted before their heads even touched the hat are more precious.

Could it be that Riddle is really a child left behind by a pure-blood family?

Many people have such speculations in their minds.

Seventh-grade prefect Sieswell Burke walked up to Avery and said, "The prefect is someone appointed by the school. Even if we agree, the school won't agree."

"Don't make these high-sounding excuses."

Tom waved his hand impatiently. "If you really followed the school rules, you wouldn't be cursing Dumbledore behind his back every day."

"Besides, I'm not depriving you of your status as prefects. Invisible, do you know what invisible means?"

"You are nominally still the prefects, and all the tasks assigned by the school are yours to complete. I won't ask for those prefect benefits. I only want the jurisdiction of the first grade."

"For other grades, the strongest ones must naturally serve as invisible prefects. This is the rule that true Slytherin needs."

"If you can't even agree to this condition, then what qualifications do you have to be a prefect and manage us, just because you can please the teacher?"

These words were truly heartbreaking, and many students looked at them with flickering eyes.

Just like Tom said, Slytherin never shies away from his ambitions, and realizing ambitions requires not only means but also strength.

In fact, means are also part of strength. Therefore, Slytherin respects the strong. It is generally assumed that the prefect is the strongest in the grade, and the deans of all generations are selected according to this standard.

But if you can't even accept a challenge from a first-year student, how can you be considered the strongest?

Some people have already begun to stir.

Bock and Avery looked at each other and knew that they had been set up and had to accept the challenge whether they wanted to or not.

"give it to you."

Bock patted Avery on the shoulder and took a step back.

"Riddle, we agree to your conditions. As long as you can defeat all our prefects, you will be the invisible prefect."

There was a playful smile on Bock's lips. He had also heard some stories about Tom, but he was just a good student.

But no matter how good he is, he is just a freshman and has no idea how obvious the changes in the strength of wizards are from year to year.

It's not just that you have to master more and more spells, but the gap in magic power cannot be made up by reading a few more books.

Especially after the fourth grade, the wizard's body entered a period of rapid development, and the gap was even more terrifying.

When the sixth graders played against the first graders, he had no idea how they could lose.

"No no no."

Tom shook his head again, confusing everyone.

"Do you want to go back on your word?" Avery asked impatiently.

"of course not."

Tom smiled coldly: "I have defeated you senior prefects, proving that I am the strongest student in the academy."

"Then why should I be an invisible first-year prefect? ​​That's too petty. If I have to be one, I'll be the invisible head of Slytherin!"

Chapter 49: Snape as Referee, First Duel

ten minutes later.

Snape came to the Slytherin common room angrily.

Generally, professors and even deans rarely go to the college lounge, because it is a relaxing space reserved for students, and their presence will make students uncomfortable.

But today's incident was such a big deal that everyone thought Riddle had gone crazy.

Just invite Snape over and let him experience the strange feeling of having his throne usurped without his knowledge.

"Riddle, I heard you want to be the Head of Slytherin?"

Without paying any attention to anyone else, Snape came in and questioned the culprit, but he just glanced at the victim and paid no more attention to him.

Tom thought Malfoy was too noisy and fainted.

Snape was in a bad mood at this time. In the afternoon, he had worked happily with Tom and gained a lot of points for Slytherin.

Find something for him to do at night!

Could it be that this Tom Riddle was assigned by Dumbledore specifically to annoy him so that he would have no time to target Harry?

"Professor, you're joking."

Tom smiled harmlessly and said, "I'm just a student. How can I become the dean directly?"