Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

After Snape lifted the petrification curse, the two ghouls rushed towards Harry with red eyes and kicked him in circles, kicking Harry unconscious.

Is this still the little thing described in the book? Doesn’t it say that they can’t attack and can only hide around?

He didn't even have the chance to cast the spell.

"Tsk, it seems that our savior is not good at dealing with simple magical creatures. It doesn't matter, I will teach you a lesson in the next class." The corners of Snape's mouth were harder to suppress than AK.

Malfoy was so happy that he wished Snape could master the art of cloning and then kick all the other professors out of the school. It would be possible for Snape to be the professor, so that he could watch Potter get into trouble every day.

That’s not all. Harry was beaten up and the next victim, Ron, appeared.

Even though Harry is stronger than Ron in the later period, Ron is still stronger now. After all, he was born in a pure-blood family and was influenced by his family, so he should know a few spells.

He was especially good at dealing with zombies. There were zombies living in his attic, and when Ron was bullied by his other brothers, he would take his anger out on the zombies.

Ron used the Banishing Charm right away.

Good news, the spell worked.

Bad news, it's not very powerful.

One of the ghouls rolled backwards twice and stood up as if nothing had happened. Ron cast the spell again, but this time it missed. Seeing the two grinning ghouls approaching him, he became panicked, his wand was snatched away, and he repeated Harry's mistake.

The class burst into laughter again, even many Gryffindor students laughed, because Ron looked too miserable, with messy hair and his coat pulled off, and the whole class could see his red underwear.

The girls were disgusted and laughed at him.

Harry actually wanted to laugh, but Ron was his good friend, so he forced himself to keep a straight face and not laugh.

Snape felt a lot better about himself, so he took back one of the zombies and left only one for the students to practice.

At the end of the get out of class, everyone got a chance - except Tom. Snape disliked Tom for being too harsh. What if Tom broke his teaching aids? What would he use for the next class?

Don't think that only first graders need magical creatures as simple as ghouls. According to Quirrell's progress, this thing is applicable to students below and including third grade.

After criticizing Harry and Ron and deducting five points from each of them, Snape left in a refreshed mood.

Except for the two victims, everyone else found the class surprisingly good.

It's not just this class; every class that has had Snape substitute teaching has had the same feeling.

Although Snape has a foul mouth and greasy hair, he really teaches things. Everyone has the opportunity to try their hand at fighting. The sense of accomplishment gained from defeating magical creatures cannot be obtained by reading texts.

No wonder Snape applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position every year.

For a moment, everyone didn't want Quirrell to come back, and it would be nice to let Snape continue to substitute teach.

Many people also think that Quirrell will never come back.

It is possible that you would be hit on the back of the head by a high-speed flying Quaffle and die on the spot.

There were enough ways for a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to leave his job, so this one wasn't surprising; the professors were used to it.

Even if the person is gone, maybe you can still get a second seat.

While everyone was in high spirits at the banquet, Quirrell returned from the dead two weeks later, greatly disappointing the young wizards.

He looked like he was fine, but his face was pale, as if he had a serious illness.

The students were unhappy about Quirrell's recovery, and Snape was unhappy too.

He had finally gotten to enjoy the pleasure of being the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but it was taken away from him after less than half a month?

Only one person was happy.

Tom stopped him after Quirrell's first class since his return.

"Mr. Riddle, what's the matter?" Quirrell's voice was soft and sounded a little weak.

"I have some questions for you." Tom smiled politely. "It's not convenient here. How about we go to your office?"

Quirrell was stunned. He didn't expect Tom to make such a request.

He nodded though, Tom gave Daphne a look and followed.

The two came to the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. This was Tom's first time here, and the system gave him an achievement point prompt.

Not ten, but twenty.

This was not only Tom's first time, but also the first time that any student in the school came to Chilo's office.

After entering, Tom observed the room.

The office is furnished in a standard manner, with a large desk and several rows of bookshelves.

The only personal touches were the odd assortment of ornaments and memorabilia hanging on the walls and a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror by the window.

Quirrell created a persona for himself that of a wizard who likes to travel to various primitive tribes, so it's not surprising that he has these strange and bizarre things.

"Mr. Riddle, can you speak now?"

Back in the office, Quirrell seemed to have more confidence. His tone was no longer as cowardly as it was outside, and he became much calmer.

Tom wasn't afraid that Quirrell would attack him.

If it were just Quirrell's own strength, he would definitely not be able to do anything to him, so even if Voldemort took action, there would be no pressure.

You are the Jinchūriki, but I am not?

Andros burst out with all his strength, and now Tom is just a weakened version of the King of the Century for one minute.

That's right, the duration of the physical practice has now exceeded ten minutes, but Tom is still too small. Compared with ordinary wizards, his magic power is a lot, but it is only enough for Andros to use for about one minute.

Don't underestimate this minute. At least Andros is confident that he can demolish half of Hogwarts.

This is the reason why Tom dared to follow Quirrell to the office alone.

"professor."

Tom moved a chair over and sat down opposite Quirrell. "Is the back of your head okay?"

Killing intent surged in Quirrell's heart, but a touching expression appeared on his face. "Thank you very much for your concern, Mr. Riddle. I'm fine now. Just some minor injuries."

"That's a relief," said Tom, who was also very happy. "I sincerely hope you can continue to work until the end of this school year."

Quirrell was stunned.

What do you mean?

"Mr. Riddle, what do you want to say?" Quirrell asked again when there was no response.

"Well," Tom said shyly, "I saw you during the match the other day, casting a spell on Harry's broomstick. You wanted to throw him to death, didn't you?"

Quirrell's expression remained unchanged, but a murderous look flashed across his eyes.

"Why don't I understand what you're saying?"

Quirrell smiled and said, "Although my abilities are mediocre, I am still your professor. How could I possibly lay hands on my students? But now that you've reminded me, I remember."

His expression suddenly became a little panicked. "Professor Snape kept muttering something, but unfortunately I couldn't hear clearly because we were too far away. Could it be... I heard that he has always looked down on Mr. Potter."

"It's okay, Professor." Tom smiled even more happily: "Someone is already suspecting Professor Snape. I am responsible for suspecting you. Other people's affairs have nothing to do with me."

What the hell is going on? Do the skeptics have a clear division of labor?

However, Tom's next words almost made Quirrell unable to control the murderous intent in his heart, and he wanted to kill him right there.

"During the Halloween dinner, I smelled a foul odor coming from you. Well, it wasn't your usual odor, it was very similar to the smell of a troll."

"Professor, you didn't release that giant monster, did you?"

Tom seemed completely absorbed in reasoning, completely unaware of the cold light in Quirrell's eyes. He pushed up his nonexistent glasses and continued, "But what is your purpose in doing this?"

"It wasn't until I saw Professor Snape's leg injured that I realized your target was the corridor on the fourth floor. No, to be more precise, it was the thing Dumbledore had hidden inside."

"On July 30th, Dumbledore took me to Diagon Alley to buy things for the start of school. He also took something from Gringotts that day. As a result, Gringotts was invaded the next day, and the warehouse that was robbed happened to be the one used by Dumbledore."

"Professor, could that person be you?"

The smile on Quirrell's face completely disappeared.

"Riddle, do you know that slandering a professor is a serious violation of school rules?"

"You are telling a story here without any evidence. Even if you tell Dumbledore or Snape, they won't believe you."

"Really? I don't believe it. I'll go ask the principal right now."

Tom Luyu was possessed and pretended to stand up and go to the principal's office.

"Wait a minute, Riddle!" Quirrell stopped him quickly and sighed, "Things are not what you think."

"You admit it? Then I should go tell the principal that you are the murderer!"

"Tom, I know a lot about you." Quirrell suddenly changed his tone, and his tone became very gentle and friendly.

"Just listen to me first. If you still want to tell Dumbledore then, I won't stop you."

Tom nodded and listened attentively.

"You are an orphan, and you have lived in a student home that is like an orphanage since childhood."

Qi Luo sighed, "Actually, my experience is very similar to yours. My parents divorced when I was very young. No one wanted to take care of me. They only gave me a pitiful amount of support every year, leaving me to live alone. How is this any different from being an orphan?"

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"I know how hard life is when you're poor, but do you know what the treasure Dumbledore hid on the fourth floor is?"

"Oh?"

Tom cooperated well and said, "What is that?"

"It's the Philosopher's Stone!" Quirrell exclaimed enthusiastically. "A treasure that can be used to make an elixir of life, turning stone into gold!"

"Wow!" Tom exclaimed.

"Tom, you were able to detect something unusual with your own intelligence and clues. I really admire you. You're much better than me, but after all, I've lived many more years than you, so I have advantages that you don't have."

"Thank you." Tom said modestly.

Quirrell said sincerely, "Let's cooperate. As long as you get the Philosopher's Stone, I will give you a lot of gold. You will never have to return to the orphanage again. You can buy yourself a luxurious house and live a carefree life. In the future, we can also share the elixir of immortality made from the Philosopher's Stone."

"Snape is our rival. It was actually him who wanted to kill Potter that day, but I was saving Potter and casting spells to counter Snape's dark magic."