Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

Tom looked down at a notice in front of him - "Regulations on Magic Restrictions for Underage Wizards During Holidays".

The notice clearly stipulates that wizards under the age of seventeen are considered underage wizards and are prohibited from using magic outside of school. Young wizards from Muggle families are prohibited from revealing any information about the wizarding world to anyone other than their immediate family members (parents, grandparents), and any magical items are prohibited from circulating in the Muggle world.

There are so many restrictions, it's like... deliberately restricting Muggle students.

That's exactly what happened.

The Ministry of Magic's detection method mainly relies on tracking threads, but tracking threads cannot accurately detect who is casting a spell, they can only detect whether someone is casting a spell around the wand.

Even in mixed-blood families, as long as there are adult wizards around, they can easily fool this crude method, not to mention pure-blood families, who only need to pay attention when the elders in the family are at work.

But students from Muggle families are in a miserable situation.

I haven't been able to touch a wand for a whole holiday, and I have long forgotten the feeling of casting spells. I don't know how long it will take me to adapt again after school starts. I fall behind every year... When I graduate, will I be able to compete with those purebloods and half-bloods for jobs?

Tom smiled, but there was no warmth in his smile.

He signed his name on the enchanted parchment.

The arm cannot twist the thigh, and now he is not even an arm, just a small fry.

He has remembered this grudge and will take revenge sooner or later.

The Statute of Secrecy was signed at the end of the 17th century, and the people who drafted it are basically dead now, but that doesn’t matter.

The debts of the previous generation must be repaid by the next generation.

...

At nine o'clock, the students took a carriage to Hogsmeade train station. The first-year students looked curiously at the empty carriage in front. There was neither a horse nor any other means of transportation. It was as if it was moving by magic.

Tom couldn't see the Thestral either, but he reached out and touched it, feeling its soft fur.

Ye Qi's temper was quite gentle. He had no intention of arguing with him and took the little wizards to their destination without complaint.

After getting on the train, Tom, Hermione and Daphne occupied a treasure chest. Because there were students staying on campus, the train was much more relaxed than when the school started.

As usual, Daphne bought a lot of snacks. The three of them ate and drank along the way and didn't notice the passage of time. The train slowly pulled into King's Cross Station.

There were already quite a few people on Platform 9 and 3/4, all of them were parents coming to pick up their children.

Hermione's parents also came, but without the guidance of a wizard, they could not enter the platform and could only stay inside the station and wait.

The train stopped and Tom and his friends waited for some of the others to get off before they came out of the compartment.

At first glance, he locked onto a beautiful woman who stood out from the crowd. The woman was tall, over 1.75 meters tall, wearing a pure white fur coat, which was elegantly embellished with sporadic accessories, and holding a leather bracelet in her hand.

Tom was sure that this was definitely Daphne's mother.

Sure enough, Daphne also saw the woman and jumped up and down happily, waving, "Mom!"

The woman smiled, and Daphne took Tom's hand and hurried to meet her. Tom turned around and gave Hermione a look, then raised his hand and waved it as if making a phone call.

Hermione smiled knowingly and walked out of the platform through the stone pillars.

"mom!"

Daphne threw herself into Mrs. Greengrass's arms, "I've missed you so much. These past few months without you have been so hard for me."

"Really?" Mrs. Greengrass didn't believe her daughter's sweet words, but instead set her eyes on Tom who was standing quietly aside.

"This must be Tom."

Tom bowed slightly and said, "Hello, Auntie, I am Tom Riddle."

Chapter 78: Knockturn Alley, Black Eats Black

Mrs. Greengrass received one or two letters from her eldest daughter almost every week.

At the beginning, the letters were filled with Daphne's longing and attachment to home, and she would often greet her and care about Astoria's physical condition.

But ever since he asked for the money that time, things started to go wrong.

The first one is a family letter, and the second one... should be called "Tom Riddle's Days at Hogwarts". The frequency of the appearance of Tom's name in it almost exceeds the total of hers and Astoria's.

From that time on, Mrs. Greengrass began to be curious about what kind of person Tom Riddle was, who could be so obsessed with her daughter.

After seeing the real person today, Mrs. Greengrass couldn't help but nodded.

As expected of her daughter, she has a very good eye. Without knowing her, she is sure that Tom is definitely the best-looking one in Hogwarts.

etc.

All the money Daphne asked for...wouldn't it all be spent on this child?

Never mind, it’s not much anyway, not a big deal.

Mrs. Greengrass didn't know it at the time, but not only had she guessed the correct answer, she had also guessed wrong...

Not only her money, but also her second daughter's money, all went into someone's pocket.

After a few pleasantries, Mrs. Greengrass took an even better liking to the polite Tom and took the initiative to invite him, "Tom, why don't you spend Christmas with Daphne? She said in her letter that she wouldn't have made such great progress this semester without your help. It's a good opportunity for you to keep her in check. You don't know that I can't control her at home."

"Mom!" The girl couldn't help but complain, why did she tell her embarrassing story.

She had always acted like a lady in front of Tom, but now it was all exposed.

But Daphne still looked at the boy expectantly. Although she had been rejected before, what if Tom changed his mind?

Unfortunately, Tom refused again this time. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm afraid it won't work this holiday. Daphne and I have already made an appointment to visit you next summer, and I might even stay for a long time. Just don't bother me."

"How could that be?" Mrs. Greengrass smiled gently. "The longer you stay, the better. I'm always welcome."

Tom also smiled and nodded, and after a few words, he took the initiative to leave, so as not to disturb the reunion of mother and daughter.

An hour and a half later, he returned to the children's home.

Fortunately, he had the key with him and there was no one at home. Seth was attending boarding school and had no plans to come back for Christmas. Several other problem children who were temporarily boarding there had also left.

There was a layer of dust in the room, and it seemed that Mrs. Arman had not been there for some time.

Picking up the cleaning tools, Tom started to clean up, which made him a little uncomfortable. He was used to using magic to do many things, and he felt restricted after coming back.

After a long time of cleaning up, Tom ate a few snacks he had brought in the car, took a shower and fell asleep.

The next day, he took a bus to the city center and entered Diagon Alley through the Leaky Cauldron.

There were a lot of people coming and going today. Tom saw many of his Hogwarts classmates, and some of them nodded to him.

He went to the Tofan Clothing Store and chose a winter robe that cost thirty Galleons for himself. He put it on on the spot and then came to the vicinity of Gringotts, found an alley and went in.

The alley is very winding and narrow, only enough for three people to walk side by side.

After walking for five minutes, I finally felt enlightened.

Well... actually it's not very open. Compared to the spacious Diagon Alley, the road here is more than half as narrow. The surrounding houses are also dirty and dilapidated, with signs hanging crookedly, and even the sky has become foggy.

This place... is Knockturn Alley, or the wizard's black market.

Some inconvenient things can be bought and sold here.

Tom rubbed his face, straightened his expression, and walked into the alley.

He looked at his surroundings in panic, like a little wizard who had lost his way and strayed here.

It is said to be an alley, Knockturn Alley, but in fact it is more like a small maze like a spider web. In addition to the main road, there are many branching alleys, and many shops are closed.

Tom passed by a shop door with a sign that said "Potion Shop" and two human bones hanging below. He turned pale with fright.

"Are you lost, dear?" A voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

Tom looked over and saw a hunchbacked old witch standing in front of him, holding a plate of dead people's nails. The old witch smiled at him, revealing her moss-covered teeth.

Tom held his breath, smiled in surprise, and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I am lost. I want to go to Diagon Alley!"

"Haha, kid, come with me, I'll take you out."

The old witch's smile became more and more disgusting, and her voice became gentle. She waved to Tom and led him forward.

The two came to the middle of the alley, turned into a small road, and after twisting and turning, they arrived in front of a door.

"Just go through here and you'll reach Diagon Alley," the old witch said, gesturing for Tom to go in.

Tom pushed the door open without hesitation. Inside was a yard with a middle-aged wizard.

The wizard was a little stunned when he saw Tom suddenly rushing in. The old witch walked in and her disgusting fake smile had disappeared.

"I'm lucky. I met a lost chick. Judging from her clothes, I know her family is well-off. I can make a lot of money this time."

The wizard immediately smiled as well.

But what puzzled them was that there was no panic or fear on Tom's face, but instead a smile.

The wizard looked at the old witch and said, "You didn't bring a fool with you, did you?"

The old witch was also puzzled: "That shouldn't be the case. The boy was speaking quite normally just now."

Tom said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm not a fool, I'm just happy."

The wizard was even more speechless: "Why are you so happy? Boy, you haven't figured out the situation yet, right? Tell us your family's information and ask them to pay the ransom!"

Tom shook his head. "I'm just happy that I managed to accomplish two important things in one trip."

"Don't worry, I'll send her to meet my parents now."

As Tom spoke, he stretched out his left hand like lightning and grabbed the old witch beside him. A layer of frost covered his palm, which then condensed into a sharp ice cone and, with Tom's own strength, pierced into the old witch's neck.

Puff-!

The old witch's throat was stabbed through, and she made a ho-ho sound, but could not utter a word.

The middle-aged wizard didn't react at all. He couldn't imagine that Tom would suddenly attack him. He was still in a daze and the stun spell had already fallen on him.

Pfft!

The two fell to the ground at the same time. The difference was that the old witch was dead, while the wizard was just unconscious.

Tom stood there, watching the blood oozing from the hole in the old witch's neck.

Everything has a first time, including killing someone.

Don't be fooled by the ruthless and decisive action just now. In fact, it was a plan that had been made long ago and was carried out forcefully, so the aftereffects came out.

Tom would not miss such a good practice opportunity. He forced himself to watch the blood drain out, then he slowly exhaled and went forward to search the body.