Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

"Minerva, I know you're anxious, but please don't rush."

"Didn't you agree to my arrangement before? Why did you suddenly change so much?"

"Is such that..."

Professor McGonagall told Dumbledore all the accusations she heard Tom make against the school and the professors in the auditorium, and Dumbledore fell into deep thought.

Just when Professor McGonagall thought Dumbledore was reflecting on his actions and feeling relieved, she actually saw Dumbledore smile?!

No, it should be laughing and crying, because there were crystal tears in the corners of the old man's eyes.

Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped his eyes: "That's wonderful! This is the purest friendship. Mr. Riddle really taught me, an old man, a lesson."

"Even among Slytherin and Gryffindor, who would still remember that the two founders were once best friends?"

This is exactly what he wants to see most. If talented students have too little interaction with their classmates, their emotions will become indifferent, and they may even ignore the lives of others.

Voldemort is the best example. Voldemort used to be a good student praised by everyone in school, but he always wore a mask and kept a distance from the students around him.

Although Dumbledore said that he would not interfere with Tom's actions, it did not mean that he was not worried that Tom would lose his heart for power.

But just these words today were enough to make him feel more at ease. At least Voldemort would never think about things from this perspective. In his eyes, there was only himself.

"So you agree to my request?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"I'm sorry, Minerva."

Dumbledore calmed himself down and put his glasses back on: "I understand your concern, but the corridor on the fourth floor cannot be touched for the time being."

"Why?" Professor McGonagall was very puzzled. "I know those checkpoints are set up to protect the Philosopher's Stone, but is there any level safer than your headmaster's office?"

Dumbledore patiently explained, "But if placed here, someone with bad intentions would be completely desperate. I dare not imagine what crazy things he could do."

"You can only catch fish if you place the bait where you can see and touch it. We must find him."

Does Lao Deng care about the safety of students?

of course.

But compared to the safety risks of students, Voldemort's matter is obviously more important.

He never makes mistakes on such important decisions.

Don't forget that it was Dumbledore who proposed the phrase "for the greater good". He was an old man with a clear mind, a strong will and clear goals. When necessary, he could even sacrifice his own life.

So he had to place the bait in the corridor on the fourth floor, where Quirrell could see it but not touch it, and keep testing it until a fatal flaw was revealed.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall was about to say something, Dumbledore stopped her with his eyes and said firmly, "I swear in the name of Dumbledore that I will not allow any students to suffer irreversible injuries or even lose their lives in the corridor on the fourth floor. Please believe me, Minerva."

McGonagall looked at Dumbledore for a long time, then finally sighed, stood up and said goodbye.

If anyone else swore this, it wouldn't have much of a deterrent effect, but if it was Dumbledore, it would be a different story.

Professor McGonagall could only believe it.

.......

In the first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Quirrell stopped pretending and simply let the students read by themselves while he sat on a chair and closed his eyes to rest.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin students didn't bother to pay attention to him and started their daily study.

If he hadn't had a top private instructor with him, Tom would have found a way to kick Quirrell out of the school and replace him with a reliable professor.

Even if Snape is the substitute teacher, he is countless times better than Quirrell. If all else fails, invite Barty Crouch the Younger, who should be in Azkaban, or rather, in Crouch's house now, to come.

They are both Death Eaters, but what they teach is the real stuff. Even if Moody comes, I guess Barty Jr. will be more responsible.

When the bell rang, the students immediately packed up and left, not even bothering to say 'Goodbye, Professor' to Quirrell, as if they didn't even pay any attention to him.

Quirrell was not angry. This was exactly the effect he wanted. Who the hell was willing to teach? The important thing was to get the Philosopher's Stone as soon as possible.

In the past, Tom would pester Quirrell after class and not let him leave, pretending to ask a few questions to get some marks, but he had something to do today, so he let Quirrell go.

He let Daphne go back to the lounge with her friends, and he went upstairs.

Tom had finished reading the book he borrowed from Dumbledore last week, so he went to return the book and borrow a new one at the same time.

During this period, Tom has borrowed more than ten books from Dumbledore. It must be said that all the books that Dumbledore likes are valuable. Even some basic books have unique insights, not to mention those that are circulated in a small range and belong to the experiences of high-end wizards, which are rare treasures.

Tom has been very well behaved recently and none of the books he borrowed had anything to do with the dark arts.

But it's not magic that's powerful, it's people.

Anyone can learn the Killing Curse, and it's even recorded in the Restricted Section, but why do people turn pale when the You-Know-Who is mentioned?

The fact that Dumbledore was able to suppress Voldemort with the help of Transfiguration and white magic speaks volumes.

White magic requires study and hard practice, while the Dark Lord's magic is simple and crude, but there is no difference between the two.

Soon, Tom arrived at the door of the principal's office. The gargoyles came to life and grinned:

"Password~"

Tom looked at him suspiciously.

Chapter 65: Dumbledore apologizes and creates his own magic?

This is not the first or second time that Tom has come to the principal's office to return books.

We had to say commands the first few times, but after we became familiar with the gargoyle, it would automatically jump away when it saw him, saving everyone trouble.

Why do you suddenly need a password today?

Although Louis XVI was a little confused, Tom still said the password: "Zizzi honey candy."

"wrong."

The gargoyle grinned wickedly, "Dumbledore just changed the password on Monday. Riddle boy, you can't go in if you can't tell me the password."

"I was wondering what was wrong with you. You were waiting for me here," Tom said, suddenly realizing, "but I didn't need a password to get in before. So, I should be able to get in this time too."

The gargoyle shook its head frantically. "The past was the past, and the present is the present."

"I heard yesterday that a troll broke into the school. I have to protect the principal. From now on, anyone entering will need a password."

"Even Dumbledore?" asked Tom.

"Well, even the principal is no exception." The gargoyle vowed.

Tom nodded. "Remember what you said, or I'll write about your failure to keep your word in 'Hogwarts: A History' so that all future wizards will know that the guards guarding the headmaster's office don't keep their words."

"What a vicious boy, worthy of being a Slytherin!"

If the gargoyle had that function, he would be sweating profusely. If it were really remembered, his thousand-year-old reputation would be ruined.

"Boy..."

"I don't want to talk to you now. I want to guess the password."

Tom silenced the gargoyle.

Dumbledore's password is easy to guess. You can definitely guess the correct one by counting all the desserts in Honeydukes Confectionery, "two two zero".

"Chocolate Frog."

"Bibi Every Flavour Beans."

"Lemon Olaf."

"Creammint."

"Jelly slugs."

The gargoyle statue moved reluctantly. If the password was correct, he had to let the person go. Even if it was Voldemort or Grindelwald who came, he had to open the door obediently and not stop them.

Tom glanced at it with a half-smile and went up the stairs.

You little brat, you still want to tease him.

Ravenclaw's intelligence isn't that great either.

But Dumbledore really has a bad taste... Jelly slugs are a very disgusting candy, second only to a pile of cockroaches.

.....

"Hello, Professor. I'm here to return the book."

When Tom arrived, Dumbledore was writing something at his desk. When he heard Tom's greeting, he put down his quill, looked up and smiled.

"Mr. Riddle, you read too fast. You might have eaten all my books before you graduate."

Tom glanced at the vast collection of books on the bookshelf and shook his head. "This rate isn't enough. I need to keep working hard."

Dumbledore smiled helplessly: "To be honest, I haven't read all the books here, because some of them are collections of past headmasters."

Tom shrugged. "I'll watch as much as I can. I have plenty of free time anyway."

As he said that, Tom climbed up the ladder and put the two books back to their original place, then looked around and picked two more books.

The Nature of Magic

The Magic of Ancient Writings

Tom took the book and wanted to say goodbye to Dumbledore, but the old man kept him.

"Professor, is there anything else?"

"Nothing." Dumbledore smiled warmly: "I just want to apologize to you."

Apologize?

Tom thought carefully for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Are you going to take back the money you lent me in advance?"

Apart from this, he really couldn't imagine what else Dumbledore needed to apologize to him for.

Dumbledore: '....'