Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

In fact, Snape's attitude towards Tom changed a lot during this period. Not only did his temper soften, but even when Tom asked questions, Snape answered them patiently, which could be regarded as teaching Tom everything he knew.

The change was so great that Tom wondered if someone had used Polyjuice Potion to transform him into Snape.

But that potion knowledge is not fake, so... this is me.

This made Tom hesitate whether to do it or not.

After all, people are teaching you valuable knowledge, but you are stealing their knowledge behind their backs. That is really not right.

But after thinking for two and a half seconds, Tom decided to do it anyway.

He is an egoist by nature, and improving his abilities is his primary task. It is only natural for the professor to reward outstanding students.

At worst... I can just compensate Snape later.

I haven’t figured out how to compensate you yet, but there are plenty of opportunities.

After figuring it out, Tom went on a shopping spree without any burden.

By the way, I also unlocked the achievement of "Breaking into the Professor's Office at Night" and obtained 20 achievement points.

Unsure when Snape would return, Tom didn't delay and left quickly after achieving his goal, returning to the Slytherin common room.

The door to the Slytherin common room was on the top floor of the basement. After entering, one had to walk down a long spiral staircase to reach the common room, so no one noticed that the door to the common room had been opened, and no one suspected Tom at all.

Today's operation ended perfectly. Tom happily found Daphne and played wizard chess with her.

at the same time.

The bathroom on the second floor of the castle.

Professor McGonagall, Quirrell who had gotten up from the ground, and Snape all gathered here.

The bathroom was in ruins. A fainted giant monster was bound by chains, and four strong puppets were holding the chains tightly.

Surrounded by the professors were Harry, Ron, and a ghost wearing glasses.

"What on earth are you playing at?" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her pupils behind her glasses burning with anger.

"Didn't I tell you to go back to the dormitory? Why are you here?!"

Ron was pale, and Harry wasn't much better, his body was covered in dirty water and he looked very miserable.

"Sorry Professor, Ron and I ran into this guy before we even got to the dinner."

When Professor McGonagall learned that the two did not know what happened, his anger subsided a little. He thought about it and realized that he did not see Potter in the hall. As for Weasley,

Sorry, there are too many Weasleys, and she really can't pay attention if one or two are missing.

Just when Harry thought this hurdle was over, Snape spoke sinisterly.

"Oh? Our Mr. Potter even missed the Halloween dinner. I guess there must be something more important than the dinner for you. Let me guess...are you planning a prank?"

"of course not!"

Harry blurted out, but after defending himself, he didn't know what to say.

Did he mean to come find Ron, whose faith was shattered by Daphne's scolding, and take too long to comfort him, causing him to miss the dinner?

If this gets out, Ron will be completely socially ruined the next day.

Although Harry was not smart, he understood this point.

"I'm just not hungry and want to take a walk. Ron is with me and we were just about to go to the Great Hall." Harry made up an excuse.

Snape, of course, didn't believe it. He was about to say something, but Professor McGonagall spoke before him: "Whatever the reason, you almost got into big trouble. To teach you a lesson, Gryffindor will deduct twenty points for this."

Professor McGonagall had already handed down the punishment, and Snape could only groan, "Tell me the details of what happened in detail. How could you two knock out a troll?"

Although this was a very disrespectful statement, Harry and Ron felt that it was true.

They, fight monsters?

Harry told her everything that had happened.

In fact, the process is very simple. Harry was comforting Ron who was killed by Daphne, and then the troll came.

The two men didn't even think about the possibility of fighting the troll and just wanted to escape. The troll hit the wall between the men's and women's bathrooms with a stick, which startled Moaning Myrtle.

As a result, the troll was attracted by Myrtle and swung his stick wildly, trying to kill Myrtle.

But how could a physical entity touch a ghost? So the troll became more and more angry as he fought, and swung the stick too hard. He lost his balance and hit the corner of the wall, and fainted.

"You're lucky this time." Professor McGonagall glared at the two of them with lingering fear, then looked at Myrtle: "Myrtle, thank you for saving them both."

Myrtle lowered her head in embarrassment. "Well... it's just saving someone. Just pledge your love to me."

As she spoke, she secretly looked up at Harry.

Harry: “…”

Sister, I'm still a child!

.....

The troll incident was resolved without any danger, and Professor McGonagall drove Harry and Ron away and told them to go back to the dormitory quickly.

She stayed to clean up the mess, Quirrell dealt with the troll, and Snape went to find Dumbledore to report the news.

Eighth floor.

Snape limped into the office. Dumbledore seemed to have known that he would come and had already sat behind the desk.

His eyes fell on Snape's injured leg, and he was quite surprised.

"Severus, what's going on?"

"That damn dog." Snape sat down and said viciously, "I just went in to check the situation. I didn't even get close. He pounced on me before I even closed the door. He didn't even give me time to react."

"I couldn't kill him, so he bit me."

Dumbledore wanted to laugh, but didn't dare.

Snape is not only a master of potions, but also a versatile person. He invented many magic spells when he was a student, and most of them were curses and black magic.

If he had tried his best, how could he be hurt by a three-headed dog?

It wasn't just due to negligence, but also because Snape was too anxious and afraid that Quirrell had succeeded, so he rushed in without even taking any protective measures.

But... there could be other reasons.

Dumbledore thought of the pitiful appearance of the three-headed dog when he went to check on it. Could it be that he had a stress reaction after being beaten?

"Sev, it's actually like this." Dumbledore explained his guess.

Snape's expression changed from 0.0 to -_-.

He was tricked by that little bastard Tom again?!

Snape was so angry that he slammed the table. "How can we allow him, a student, to not sleep well and go out for night activities every night?"

"Dumbledore, I strongly suggest you give him detention as a severe punishment!"

Dumbledore didn't respond and changed the subject: "Did you run into Quirrell there?"

Snape's attention was diverted, and he frowned. "No, I happened to run into him going upstairs when I was going downstairs. We went to the bathroom together to meet McGonagall. He couldn't have gone to the fourth floor before me."

Dumbledore nodded without giving it much thought: "It seems this is just a test by Quirrell. After discovering the tight defense, he will probably think of other ways."

Snape thought so too.

But the result of their guess was correct, but their reasoning process was wrong.

Is it that Quirrell doesn't want to come?

He was numb from being stepped on, and it took him a long time to get up. When he finally ran to the second floor, Snape had already come down. How could he go any further?

.....

After reporting the situation, Snape dragged his injured leg back to the office.

The fangs of the Cerberus contain poison, which cannot be cured by ordinary healing magic. It is necessary to use potions to detoxify first and then heal the wound.

Fortunately, all the materials are in the office and can be prepared tonight, otherwise it would be a lot of trouble if we delay it until the next day.

Taking out the key and opening the door, Snape pushed the door open and walked in. Then he swung it, and the flames in the fireplace and the candles on the shelves all lit up, illuminating the entire room.

Then Snape froze.

He blinked hard and rubbed his eyes.

Is this still his room?

Why is it so empty?

Usually the shelves are filled with bottles and jars, but today when I came in, two shelves were missing, and the remaining shelves were half empty.

Snape's expression changed from confusion to shock, then from shock to anger, and finally transformed into his ultimate form - Red Wen.

How could he not understand that the office had been robbed!

Under the huge stimulation, the injury on Snape's leg seemed to have healed. He did not feel any pain at all and walked around the room briskly, counting what was lost.

In the past, Snape was well aware of his own collection, so he sorted it out quickly. His head was dizzy and he collapsed in the chair.

good news.

The ingredients for cooking the antidote are still there, so it won't delay his detoxification.

bad news.

Apart from the antidote and some common materials, he didn't have anything else left.

The most precious ones were uprooted, while the less valuable ones were left with half or one-third.

"々｀ You thief, you're really good at taking things!"

Snape squeezed out a few words from between his teeth. He gripped the armrest tightly with both hands, veins exposed, "Quirrel... don't let me find your chicken feet, or I will definitely make you pay back with interest..."

The others didn't even suspect it, and Snape naturally put the blame on Quirrell.

Apart from Quirrell, there are no suspicious people in this school. Even if the students stole it, they only dared to steal the materials they needed. It's not like now, it looks like they are here to purchase goods.

In addition, when he was going downstairs, he bumped into Quirrell who was going upstairs. At that time, Quirrell's eyes were panicked and he avoided his scrutiny.

Isn’t this exactly right?