Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

As expected of Hufflepuff, the festive atmosphere is nothing as important as eating for them.

After hearing what he said, Tom felt uncomfortable. He stared at the bats in the sky from the moment he sat down, fearing that the crow's mouth would come true.

"What are you looking at?" Daphne asked curiously when she saw Tom raising his head every two bites.

Tom hesitated for a moment, then told what he had just heard.

Now it was Daphne's turn to remain silent. She regretted asking this question. Seeing the smirk on Tom's face, she knew that this bad guy was deliberately teasing her.

Daphne pinched the boy without any instruction and then turned around to tell Birds the news.

Soon, Birds' face looked as ugly as if she had eaten a fly, and she was not to be outdone and shared the story with another roommate.

Now, the news spread like a virus, and all the Slytherin students were in great pain. They didn't know whether to eat or not.

No one was sure whether any unidentified objects had fallen when they were not paying attention, and for a moment they even had the urge to use magic spells to drive away the swarm of bats.

Go to Gryffindor, bastard!

The culprit Tom was well fed and well-drinking, waiting for the upcoming farce.

He was bored as he talked to Daphne while admiring the professors who were very different from usual.

The smile on Professor Flitwick's face never disappeared, and he wore a leprechaun's hat on his head, which was a kind of self-mockery. Professor Sprout's wizard robe was covered with patterns of evil pumpkins and little bat demons, which were obviously specially prepared for the festival.

Professor McGonagall, who is always serious, is now smiling as she competes with Dumbledore, who has bat wings on his head, in drinking capacity.

Halloween originated from the Celtic civilization two thousand years ago and was "incorporated" into the Christian world in the eighth century AD. Pope Gregory III designated November 11 as All Saints' Day to commemorate the saints and replace the worship of pagan evil gods.

There are also Christmas and Easter. No matter how you look at it, these holidays have nothing to do with wizards. You have to know that wizards and the Church are mortal enemies. Countless wizards were persecuted, hung on the cross and burned to death in those days.

How can we still commemorate Jesus’ birthday and resurrection?

All we can say is that Muggle wizards and half-blood wizards have silently influenced wizards, so that they don’t think there is anything wrong with celebrating the festival this way.

But in this cheerful atmosphere, there was one person who didn't fit in.

Snape's expression was calm, even with a hint of sadness, as he numbly ate the steak on the plate, bite after bite.

No one was surprised by his behavior, because Snape didn't seem like someone who liked to celebrate holidays.

But Tom knew the deeper reason.

Ten years ago today, Lily Evans died at the hands of Voldemort, so today is Halloween for everyone else, but for Snape it is Lily's memorial day and also a torture for him.

Ok?

Tom suddenly discovered the blind spot.

Harry and Ron were not at the Gryffindor table.

boom--!

The heavy oak door was suddenly pushed open, and the muffled sound disturbed the cheerful atmosphere, and everyone subconsciously looked over.

Quirrell staggered with a panicked look on his face. He tripped over himself just as he rushed into the hall and fell between the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables.

"Troll, in the dungeon—I thought you knew—"

After saying this, Quirrell fainted completely.

Installed.

There was chaos in the hall, and Dumbledore had to use his wand to launch several fireworks to calm everyone down.

"Prefect," he said in a low voice, "take the students from each house to the dormitory area immediately!"

The heads of each college immediately took action. Just as Siswell Burke was about to stand up and give orders, he suddenly paused and looked at Tom.

Tom was watching him too.

Cold sweat oozed from Boke's forehead, and he quickly sat back down and acted mute.

Tom hasn't been taking care of anything lately, so much so that he even forgot that he has a boss.

Fortunately, he didn't speak too quickly, otherwise he would have held a grudge against me later.

The others also understood something and looked at Tom.

"The first graders line up and follow me, then the second and third graders, and the seniors line up behind them!"

Tom said this, holding his head high and taking the lead, without even noticing Quirrell lying on the ground, he stepped over his head.

"Damn Tom Riddle!"

Quirrell, who was pretending to be unconscious, cursed madly in his heart, and then he felt a sharp pain, which almost made him unable to continue pretending and scream out.

"I won't let you curse him! No, don't curse Tom Riddle's name, damned brat! I will kill you after I'm resurrected!"

Voldemort cursed Tom madly in Quirrell's mind. Not only did he have the same name as the great Voldemort, but he even dared to step on his face!

He was also cursing Quirrell. Why was he lying down? Why not just pretend to be unconscious? Otherwise, wouldn't it be his face that was stepped on?

Quirrell was so upset that he wanted to cry but had no tears. Wasn't he lying down because he was afraid of falling backwards and hitting his master? How could it be his fault now?

Not daring to complain about Voldemort, he could only transfer his anger to Tom, but he didn't dare to curse him by name, so he could only refer to him as the little devil.

What made Quirrell and Voldemort even more crazy was yet to come.

As soon as Tom left, the main group immediately followed after forming a line, with Daphne at the front.

She followed the same route as Tom, and Voldemort suffered a critical blow again, then a second time, and a third time.

Almost all the young wizards in Slytherin offered assists. If it were any other college, there would definitely not be many students who dared to step on the professor.

But Slytherin?

No one cared about Quirrell; they looked down on this loser.

　220 Maybe he didn’t notice it, but what if he did it on purpose?

After being attacked nearly a hundred times in a row, Voldemort's heart has become numb. Among those who stepped on him, many were descendants of his former subordinates.

He had originally planned to reward Quirrell, the great contributor, after his resurrection, but now it seems that is no longer necessary.

Anyone who knows his dark history shouldn't live in this world...

......

No one cared about Quirrell's experience. While the students were evacuating, Dumbledore arranged for the professors to search for the troll on each floor.

He gave Snape a look, and Snape immediately understood what Dumbledore meant. He nodded slightly and went straight to the corridor on the fourth floor without disturbing anyone.

Not long after, the Slytherin students returned to the common room and began to discuss where the troll came from.

While discussing, many people also took the opportunity to mock Dumbledore and Quirrell.

Hogwarts is known as the safest place in the wizarding world, but there are trolls here. Where is Quirrell?

Although the troll is very strong, with super high magic resistance and powerful physical strength, you are the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and your job is to deal with dark creatures. But not only did he fail to deal with the troll, he fainted after coming back to report the news.

Absolutely the worst professor at Hogwarts, bar none.

I guess there won’t be anyone worse than him in the future.

Tom glanced at the young wizard who had made a promise and planned to interview him next year. Then he pretended to walk towards the dormitory. When he entered the stairs and saw that there was no one there, he cast an invisibility spell on himself.

Just then the last of the seventh graders returned to the common room, and Tom walked out through the open stone door.

The corridor was empty at this time, and Tom was not afraid of being discovered by the noise he made while walking. He walked quickly through several underground passages and arrived at the main building area, near the Potions classroom.

There was a sour smell in the air, and Tom covered his nose.

He knew that was the smell of trolls, each one looking like it had crawled out of a can of herrings.

"Araho Cave is open."

The door of Snape's office opened smoothly and Tom walked in as naturally as if he was returning to his own office.

Looking at the dazzling array of potion materials on the shelves, Tom's eyes were shining, and Andros' eyes in the study space were also shining.

"Hey little darlings~ I'm coming~"

Rubbing his hands shyly, Tom started his first zero-dollar shopping in his life.

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Chapter 63: A bumper harvest of potion materials, Snape's red temperature breaks through defense again

"The heart of the fire dragon is the core material. We can't keep it. We have to take it all away."

"Dragon Blood Grass... the quality is okay, picking half of it is enough."

"Take the sphinx's claws and eyes. They're really hard to find."

"We have lacewings. They're fresh from the Forbidden Forest. No need to take them."

"This... seems to be useless?"

Tom stopped in front of two horns in a jar. These were the horns of a two-horned beast. Although they were not as valuable as the horns of a unicorn, they were also very precious.

"Just because it's not useful this time doesn't mean it won't be useful in the future," Andros said. "I know several healing potions that require this stuff, and they're all very effective against dark magic."

Hearing this, Tom decisively packed up the jar and took it away.

Since he had already taken action, he would not let go of the African tree snake skin, just in case he needed the polyjuice potion someday.

This thing's transformation is more reliable than Transfiguration. Even Dumbledore couldn't tell the difference. Barty Jr. relied on this thing for a whole year, but he was exposed on his own initiative.

After all the trouble, Snape's office became a mess.

Tom was a bit of a germaphobe. After getting everything he wanted, he also kindly helped Professor Snape tidy up the room.

Looking at his masterpiece, he nodded with satisfaction.

Now it looks like an office, much more spacious and elegant. Unlike before, except for the aisle and table in the middle, the rest of the place was filled with materials and crucibles. It didn't look like an office, but more like a warehouse.

He is a good person and has done good things.