Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

Finally, Tom hugged the little unicorn and took them away.

That's right, with it.

The three cowards only dared to walk behind him.

A quarter of an hour later, several people arrived at the door of the principal's office.

The gargoyles came to life and looked at them suspiciously. "Slytherin boy, what brings you here so late?"

"I didn't want to come here, he forced me to come." Tom pointed at Hagrid.

"All right then." The gargoyle jumped aside, clearing the way.

Hagrid had never seen such a scene before, and asked in surprise, "Don't you need a password?"

"You need it, but this kid doesn't." The gargoyle yawned lazily and then ignored Hagrid.

Several people came to the office, and the room was empty. Tom skillfully occupied a single sofa, which was in sharp contrast to Hagrid and the others who were standing obediently.

Soon, there was a noise upstairs, and Dumbledore came out in his pajamas, looking sleepy.

"Please be considerate of the elderly's hard-earned sleep time, everyone."

"You're here so late, do you think your house has too many divisions?"

"Professor, eye boogers," Tom reminded.

"Thank you, Mr. Riddle." Dumbledore raised his eyes and winked, "But even so, I will not reduce the punishment."

"Dumbledore, I'm sorry to bother you so late. Just now..."

Hagrid succinctly recounted what had happened.

Dumbledore's expression grew serious. "The Hooded Man, the Dead Unicorn... Hagrid, you should have told me earlier that this was a very evil dark magic."

"Unicorns are holy. Drinking their blood can heal wounds, but it will also bring you a terrible curse. That feeling is worse than death. Some people may not agree with this."

"Sorry, Professor." Hagrid's face was full of guilt. How could a school dropout like him understand such profound things?

Dumbledore looked at Tom with his blue eyes: "Mr. Riddle, can you tell me what happened from your perspective?"

Tom didn't refuse and continued, "I've been feeling a little lonely lately, so I'm planning to follow your advice before school started and get a pet."

"So you've set your sights on unicorns?" Dumbledore couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and the others' eyelids twitched wildly.

Even if unicorns are not that aggressive, they are still magical creatures with very strong magical powers. No matter how you look at it, they are not suitable as pets!

"You are very wise, Professor."

"Please get to the point." Dumbledore couldn't help but remind him.

"Okay, to get to the point, I was afraid my pets would be harmed by other magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest, so I left trigger warning spells on them. Tonight, just as I was lying in bed and about to fall asleep, the spell was triggered. When I rushed over, I saw the hooded man chasing my horse."

“And then we did it.”

Seeing Tom suddenly shut his mouth, Dumbledore looked at him strangely: "Please continue, Mr. Riddle."

Tom Bear spread his hands: "That's all."

"What about the specific process of the battle?" Dumbledore rubbed his eyebrows and felt that he was completely awake.

I'm tired, so tired.

Tom then briefly explained the course of the battle.

He knocked the hooded man down, the hooded man exploded, he also exploded, and then the hooded man lost.

Dumbledore's eyes flickered. "Mr. Riddle, are you sure there's such a huge difference between him before and after?"

"I'm absolutely certain," Tom said solemnly. "At first, I felt like I was dealing with an ordinary wizard, and I could do whatever I wanted with him. But later... he turned into the messenger of death."

Dumbledore nodded slowly, uttering an inaudible murmur.

"How brave of you...Tom."

The Tom here does not refer to the Tom sitting here.

"What about you? Do you have anything to add?" Dumbledore looked at Harry and the other two.

"Like a snake, Professor." Harry shuddered as he remembered the last strange scene. "When he escaped, he slithered like a snake, and it was as if all the bones in his body disappeared."

"Very useful information." Dumbledore nodded. "After going through so much tonight, I'm sure you need plenty of rest. Please go back to bed now."

"You too," Hagrid said to Dumbledore, waving Harry and Ron to follow him.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Riddle."

Just as Tom was about to go out, Dumbledore, who had already walked up the stairs, suddenly called him.

"I remember saying at the opening dinner that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest. Apparently, you have violated several school rules today."

"Professor, we have to act in an emergency." Tom sighed. "My pet is in danger. You should understand me, right?"

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "Of course, I understand this feeling very well, but the position of headmaster does not understand it, so... deduct one hundred points from Slytherin. Good night, Mr. Riddle."

After saying that, Dumbledore walked into the bedroom humming a tune.

Tom spat before heading out.

Pooh!

Old bee!

Isn't it just that Slytherin is so far ahead that Gryffindor can't catch up even if they are given extra points? What excuses are there?

Let’s see who will win in the end, Old Deng.

...

The next day, the Slytherins who arrived in the hall thought they were dreaming.

Originally, they were far ahead of the second-placed Ravenclaw, with an advantage of 150 points, but after waking up one night, they found that they had lost 100 points out of nowhere and were only ahead by 50 points.

"Don't look at it. I was caught by the principal last night while strolling around, and he deducted my points."

The little snakes glared at the person who spoke, and then their emotions calmed down in an instant.

It's Tom. That's all right.

"Just be more careful next time." Bock smiled awkwardly, his anger dissipating. "I know a few paths into the Forbidden Forest. I'll draw a map for you later. I guarantee you won't be discovered."

Harry, who was passing by the hallway, was stunned when he saw this scene.

Slytherin... what a united force.

Because he was deducted 100 points, he became a hated character in Gryffindor. Even the Quidditch players didn't call him by his name, but called him Seeker directly.

But when it comes to Tom, he is so easy to talk to?

For the first time in his life, Harry regretted not following the Sorting Hat's advice and joining Slytherin.

Apart from those annoying guys, everyone else is quite friendly.

After walking through the foyer and entering the auditorium, Tom immediately looked at the guest of honor seats. Sure enough, Quirrell's seat was empty.

Then he stopped paying attention and sat down next to Daphne and started eating breakfast.

Snape's eyes were cold and shot towards Tom like a knife, but unfortunately they couldn't even penetrate the defense of his face.

He stopped Tom before he could start class.

"What on earth have you done?237" Snape demanded.

"A night trip to the forbidden forest."

"You'll be discovered? Unless you're exposing yourself on purpose."

"If you want to blame someone, blame the hooded man. I told you last night, Professor, if you want to know anything, just go straight to Dumbledore."

Snape looked at Tom deeply and actually went to find Dumbledore.

But he went at the wrong time.

Because the matter of the dragon reached the ears of the Ministry of Magic, several people were questioning Dumbledore.

Dumbledore and Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge are still in their honeymoon period. Fudge respects Dumbledore very much. This inquiry is just a formality. Moreover, the dragon has been sent away, so it will not have any major impact.

Only after these people left did Snape enter the principal's office.

"Sev, you've arrived just in time." Dumbledore looked at a letter in his hand. "Qurinus has resigned."

"what!"

Snape looked at him in shock: "Quirrel resigned?"

"Yes, I just received the letter this morning." Then Dumbledore talked about what happened last night.

"That person is definitely Quirrell." Snape said firmly.

"Ah, that's our consensus." Dumbledore nodded, "But he has already resigned and left. He left overnight."

"He will come back." Snape paced back and forth in the office, pinching his chin. "That man will never allow Quirrell to escape. I know his character, so perhaps this is to confuse you."

"So, we have to invite him back." Dumbledore followed up his words: "As long as he sees hope, he will never sit still and wait for death."

.....

After the Transfiguration get out of class, Tom went to the Forbidden Forest again under the Disillusionment Charm to check on the unicorn.

The result was delightful. Without the entanglement of black magic, the wound had begun to heal with the help of his own strong physical fitness and herbs, leaving a shallow scar, which would be completely invisible when covered by the growing fur.

Tom's mission is now only a matter of time. He wants to strike while the iron is hot and complete the second trial today.

"Here, I'll give you one last chance." Tom straightened the unicorn's head very seriously and asked her to look at him.

"Follow me, and I will ensure the safety of you and your daughter in the future. But if you refuse today, I will not come back to save you next time you encounter danger."

The big unicorn looked at him steadily, and sensed Tom's emotions with human nature.

Finally, the unicorn slowly lowered its head and stretched out its pointed horn in front of the boy.