Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

Nott nodded vigorously, not wanting to let Zabini take all the credit. "I've prepared some healing ointment. It was originally for myself, but now it's just right for Malfoy."

Rozier's face flushed, and after a long while he managed to utter, "Me too."

Among the three people in the dormitory, he is the dumbest in speaking and really has no words to say.

The three of them spoke without lowering their voices at all; even Goyle and Crabbe, who were several people away, could hear them.

But the two of them continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

Followers also have human rights. How will they live in the future if they continue to suffer with Malfoy? There are still seven years left.

Crabbe and Goyle had a rare moment of clarity - from now on, whenever Riddle was involved, they would be deaf and blind, and would continue to be Malfoy's followers and eat and drink for free.

perfect!

"Don't act on your own."

Tom waved his hand. "I've already said that my feud with Malfoy ends here. If he continues to provoke me, you can do whatever you want. Now, behave yourself."

"Oh." Shabini agreed honestly, but felt very sorry in his heart.

What a great opportunity! He could deal with the arrogant Malfoy and also take the opportunity to please Tom.

I didn't expect Tom to have such a high moral standard. He really reconciled as soon as he said he would.

But come to think of it, Tom had treated them all the same before. He would beat them up once they acted foolishly, and he had no habit of settling scores afterwards.

I shed tears. It turns out that Tom is a good man...

Damn them for wanting to bully him at the start of school.

.....

Malfoy did not reappear until the afternoon Herbology class.

Although his expression was calm and he ignored the strange looks around him, every time he saw Tom's back, his heart trembled and he remembered his father's teachings.

Malfoy just hoped that Tom would keep his word and let the past be the past.

He would not take the initiative to provoke Tom in the future...unless the other party was really in trouble, it would not be too late for him to jump out.

"What a cute bean."

Daphne squeezed the knotweed vine with her hands, and when the pods burst, hot pink beans appeared and fell to the ground, bouncing like pinballs.

Everyone wore gloves when picking to avoid being burned by the hot beans.

Tom picked up the beans squeezed out by Daphne, blew them, wiped them, and then put them in his mouth with his eyes shining.

“It tastes good.”

Daphne also perked up and quickly squeezed out another one, "Let me try it, hmm...it's really good, sweet and soft."

Professor Sprout looked at the two little guys from behind with both helplessness and amusement.

"Riddle, Greengrass, you can't eat too much of these beans, or you'll risk developing acne."

Tom didn't react, but Daphne's face turned pale. She quickly spat out the beans and made two mouthfuls of "Pooh".

"It's okay. Didn't Professor Snape tell me about the potion for treating acne?"

"That won't do either." The girl shook her head frantically. She wanted to be beautiful forever and not have acne.

Professor Sprout watched with amusement and did not criticize them for chatting in class, but he just felt it was a pity.

A foodie like Riddle should belong in Hufflepuff.

.....

After class, Tom wanted to go back to the dormitory to make potions, but as soon as he arrived in the hall, he was stopped by a Slytherin male student, who said stiffly:

"Riddle, Professor Snape wants you to go to his office."

Tom was stunned, wondering if Snape was upset and wanted to provoke him.

But he didn't think much about it, nodded and agreed, just treating it as another visit to check out the place.

Five minutes later, Tom appeared in front of Snape.

There was no cold violence this time. The dean thoughtfully prepared a seat for Tom.

"You've deducted fifty points from the academy today."

"If I had a choice, I would like to be a good person."

"Okay, then go talk to Dumbledore and see if he'll give you the points back."

"Is there really no chance?"

"I don't care what you do, this year's House Cup must belong to Slytherin." Snape said firmly, "Since you are now the 'uncrowned king' of the house, you should assume the corresponding responsibilities."

"Tell me, do you have any way of ensuring that Slytherin wins the championship?"

"Yes, Professor, we do."

"I have nine ways to ensure that Slytherin will still be the champion of this year's House Cup."

Tom smiled as brightly as a flower, leaving Snape stunned.

I used the term "uncrowned king" to mock you, didn't you hear it?

Snape didn't know why Tom cared about what he said. The reason he was so happy was that the half-dead system finally gave him another task.

[Detected that the host's direct dean has issued a task, the system is generating tasks...Task generating.]

[Mission Objective: Lead Slytherin to win this year's House Cup.

Mission Difficulty: Difficult

Mission Rewards: 1000 credits, 100 achievement points, one chance to enter a lucky draw.

The huge sum of 1000 credits is enough for him to open the extraordinary state ten times. 100 achievement points means one-tenth of the king of the century, not to mention the lottery opportunity that has never appeared.

What the hell...Snape is not a vicious professor targeting him, he is simply his sweetheart and a gold mine!

"Professor, do you have any other tasks for me?"

Snape felt a little uneasy at Tom's fiery eyes, and leaned back calmly.

"I only have this one request. When you can do it, we can talk about the rest later."

"alright."

Tom lowered his head in disappointment, but he quickly cheered up: "Professor, I can't win the college cup by myself. I'm not the savior."

Snape felt that there was something behind these words, and was just pondering them when he heard Tom continue, "I feel that I still have a lot of shortcomings, especially in the field of Potions, Professor, I have some questions here..."

Naturally, the next step was a question-and-answer session.

Snape would not reject any studious student, even if that person was Potter or Longbottom.

At most, his attitude is not very good, and he will give the answer in a sarcastic way.

Of course, Snape remained rational when facing Tom.

He wasn't sure if the boy would bear a grudge and disgust him a few more times, so he answered calmly and directly.

Gradually...Snape's expression changed.

From the initial calmness to the later solemnity, my heart was in turmoil and my emotions were constantly surging.

Some of the questions Tom covered were difficult knowledge points from higher grades, as well as medicinal analysis and cooking techniques that were not covered in the textbooks.

These things were nothing to Snape.

Even if any seventh-year student who was qualified to take his Potions Advanced Class came here, he would be asked questions until he was sweating profusely and might not even be able to answer most of the questions.

This kind of knowledge base appeared in a first-year student, and Snape had tested 207. Tom did not simply ask him some questions after reading them, but he really had some knowledge in it. He remembered the knowledge introduced in the book by heart, but he suffered from the lack of practice and accumulated experience, so he had these confusions.

Is this right? !

Of course that's right.

In addition to his regular studies, Tom has recently focused most of his energy on alchemy. After all, he still needs to refine the strengthening potion that Andros mentioned. The materials are so precious that he would be heartbroken if he failed once, so he would naturally put in extra effort.

"Riddle."

Snape interrupted Tom who was still asking questions, took out a key, opened a drawer of the desk, and took out another black leather notebook.

The notebook looked wrinkled and looked quite old.

Tom's heart skipped a beat. Could it be one of the few cheats in this world - the Half-Blood Prince's Notes?

With the help of this note, Harry quickly became a rising star in the Potions class and almost defeated Malfoy in one move.

Does Snape want to teach him now?

"Riddle."

Snape pushed the notebook over and said solemnly, "You've learned too much and too diverse things. There's no system at all, so your questions are disorganized."

"This is the Potions experience I summarized five years ago. Learn this notebook thoroughly before you ask me questions."

"Thank you, Professor."

Tom quickly grabbed the notebook in his arms.

Notes from five years ago?

This thing is much more valuable than the Half-Blood Prince's notes. That was just a casual work of Snape when he was in school. It is nothing compared to now. Five years ago, he was still a Potions Master.

Tom didn't expect that Snape would drop epic equipment so easily, but he would not give up the benefits.

Finally, after assuring him that this year's house cup would only belong to Slytherin and taking another look at the materials he needed, Tom left.

Snape was silent for a long time, with his hands placed between his noses.

Just now, a bold idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

Cultivate a Tom Riddle, defeat, or even kill another 'Tom Riddle'.

Tom's talent was so abnormal that he had never seen or heard of it in his life. After confirming that Tom had nothing to do with Voldemort, his prejudice against Tom naturally disappeared.

As for the commotion in the academy, it was nothing compared to his ultimate goal.

A dreamy whisper could be heard in the dim room.