HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

As if the dishes on the table were playing a joke on Tom, he hurriedly sat down next to Daphne, not caring about the leftovers, just wanting to have a full meal.

As soon as his butt touched the bench, all the food on the table disappeared, and the golden plates became as bright and shiny as new again.

"Puff———!"

I don't know who laughed first, but then many people in Slytherin laughed too.

Although normally few people dared to laugh at Tom, that was obviously not the case now, because they really couldn't help it.

Especially Tom's changing expressions, which make people feel funny.

Even Dumbledore, who was sitting at the guest of honor table, couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, kids, the sumptuous dinner is over. Go back to your lounge and enjoy the warm fire. Don't forget to go to class on time tomorrow."

"Mr. Riddle, please stay for a moment. I have something to ask you."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, students and teachers began to leave one after another. At Dumbledore's signal, Tom came to the guest of honor seat and followed him into a small room at the back. Snape, Tom's head of house, also followed in.

Tom silently opened the study space and called out Grindelwald.

Dumbledore looked at Tom.

Tom looked at Dumbledore.

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore.

In the space, Grindelwald had a complicated expression, but the corners of his mouth were raised unnaturally. He didn't know what his mood was at the moment because it was too confusing.

In the end, all the emotions turned into one sentence.

"Albus, you are so old..."

Andros looked at Grindelwald, who was filled with emotion, and felt a little confused.

Aren't these two rivals? Why does this encounter feel like a soap opera that Tom is watching?

Or maybe the hero and heroine met the right person at the wrong time, the kind of encounter that happened after decades of separation.

"Mr. Riddle." Dumbledore's voice was gentle, with a faint smile on his lips: "I heard from Hagrid that you didn't seem to appear in the carriage team, which means that you didn't take the Hogwarts Express?" 17 "Can you tell me what happened? Maybe I can provide some help."

Tom shrugged helplessly: "Professor, today is really terrible. The train to London was delayed. When I arrived at the platform, it was already past twelve o'clock."

"Then how did you get to school?" Snape asked in a serious tone.

"I saw the method of summoning the Knight Bus in a book and tried it. I didn't expect it to really come, but the ticket price is a bit expensive." Parker charged me two Galleons.

"I see." Dumbledore nodded slightly, then smiled and said, "If you encounter this kind of situation in the future, you can ask Fawkes for help. Don't you have his tail feathers in your hand? Light a feather and she will feel your call."

Um?!

Snape cast a sharp gaze at Tom, filled with disbelief.

Phoenix feathers?

No, I have been begging this old man and the dead bird for many years, but I haven't received a single phoenix feather, let alone a tail feather.

How long have you been here and you've already got it? Do you understand what first come, first served means?

Tom ignored Snape, whose eyes were red. He smiled and nodded at Dumbledore: "Then I'll ask Fawkes for help next time."

"Wrong." Dumbledore corrected: "Try not to be late next time. In any case, the Hogwarts Express is the safest and most comfortable way."

"Okay, professor. I'll pay attention next time."

Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction, thinking that this Tom was much more obedient than the previous one. However, if he knew what Tom was doing during the holiday, he probably wouldn't think so.

Not counting dragons, Tom killed no less than 30 poachers and wizards. Voldemort killed more people in one semester than Tom did in his first year, no, in his entire student life.

"Okay, Mr. Riddle, you must be very tired after the bumpy ride. Go back and rest."

"Let's talk for a while, let's talk for a while."

Grindelwald sent out signals frantically, but Tom ignored him and left the office after saying goodbye.

"What happened to the Phoenix's tail feathers?" Snape asked as soon as Tom left, just like an innocent girl who had been cheated of her relationship by a scumbag for many years.

Dumbledore shrugged helplessly. "This is a matter between Fawkes and Mr. Riddle. It has nothing to do with me."

"Fox helped me deliver a Christmas present to Mr. Riddle, and gave his tail feathers and tears as a gift to Mr. Riddle. Doesn't that make sense?"

And tears?

Snape was already breathing heavily.

"Sev."

Dumbledore suddenly looked serious. "You should have noticed the change in Mr. Riddle, right?"

Snape was in no mood to think about Tail Feather Tears for the time being. His expression became serious as he gave his own evaluation:

"Showing his edge and overwhelming his momentum."

"It seems that Riddle did something remarkable during this holiday, otherwise there wouldn't be such a big change.

Dumbledore smiled gently: "It's a good thing for students to make progress. I just want to make sure that these changes in Mr. Riddle have no negative impact on him."

"I will test it." Snape was determined to duel with Tom again. Maybe he felt the gap between them and used some shady means.

It's not that he dislikes black magic, but one should not rush into anything. He is making rapid progress now, but when he reaches the watershed, he will realize how stupid he was before.

Isn't he the best example?

Even though he was now one of the top people in the wizarding world, below Dumbledore and Voldemort, the gap between the two was so huge that it made him despair.

"Thank you for your help, Sev." Dumbledore nodded with a smile and left the office.

Snape didn't react until the person disappeared.

This old guy fooled him again. They were talking about Phoenix, why did they bring it to Tom?

Back in the lounge, Tom was immediately taken to a corner by Daphne.

The little witch lowered her voice and asked, "Tom, what happened today?"

The boy sighed, leaned back on the sofa, and silently cast a soundproofing spell to ensure that no one else could hear their conversation. "What's going on? But..."

Then Tom told Daphne about his experience of the day.

At six o'clock in the morning, Tom did not disturb Fleur and Gabrielle.

He just said hello to Lapona and left the Veela tribe.

He began to Apparate towards London.

There was no problem at the beginning, but when he reached the border between England and France, he actually touched the anti-Apparition array.

It turns out that there have always been strict restrictions on the unbridled entry and exit of wizards between Britain and the European continent, and they must register.

The isolation power of the anti-apparition array is not that strong, it is more of a warning.

After the alarm was triggered, four wizards in striker uniforms immediately appeared. Fortunately, Tom was quick-witted and conjured a black hood to cover himself, thus not exposing his identity and figure.

It was impossible to explain. If his identity was exposed, he would have to spend the night in Azkaban, so Tom decided to slip away decisively.

Several wizards who came over were stunned, and immediately followed the spatial fluctuations to chase after it.

They were here to register people, but they ran away without even saying hello. There must be something fishy going on.

So began a game of chase that went all the way around Britain. At first, Tom had gotten rid of the guys, but these strikers had no moral principles and called four other teammates to chase and intercept them.

In the end, Tom lost his patience and set a trap to launch a surprise attack, quickly knocking down the eight strikers who were chasing him, without giving them a chance to call for help.

This is how to get out of trouble.

But it was already two o'clock in the afternoon and the express trains had disappeared, so he could only call a Knight Bus to rush to Hogwarts.

Daphne opened her mouth slightly, shocked by Tom's rich experience that day.

She was almost going to go to Azkaban to see Tom, and she didn't know if her mother could get him out.

"It's good that you didn't get caught." The little witch had already held Tom's hand and comforted him: "Try to go abroad in a safe way in the future."

After that, she said angrily: "It's all that half-blooded veela's fault! If she hadn't kept you here for a day, you wouldn't have encountered this."

Even when Tom was in the Veela tribe, he did not lose contact with Daphne, so Daphne knew his recent itinerary and experiences, and also knew about Furong's existence.

However, the two-sided mirror could only show one person at a time, so Daphne had never seen Fleur's face. But her identity as a half-blood veela was enough to make her hostile.

The reputation of Veela in the Western world is on the same level as that of vixen in the East.

"It's only a matter of time." Tom smiled helplessly: "Even if I come back a day earlier, I actually plan to Apparate back, but I will still be discovered.

He really didn't expect that the Muggle policy of glorious isolation would actually affect the wizarding world. Now that the European continent is trying to integrate, Britain is still building high walls here.

After talking to Daphne for a while, Tom slipped out of the lounge and went to the kitchen to have dinner.

He didn't even know that because of his actions today, the entire Ministry of Magic had been thrown into chaos.

Although the eight strikers were not in danger of death and only suffered minor injuries, a powerful wizard with unknown origins suddenly broke into Britain. What exactly did he want to do? Did he have any accomplices?

The Ministry of Magic was completely in the dark about these issues, and the eight strikers couldn't even see the people's faces clearly.

That night, all the Aurors and strikers were called in to work overtime, searching wizard strongholds one by one. Knockturn Alley became the worst-hit area, and the manhunt inexplicably turned into a crackdown on organized crime.

It wasn't until Tom saw the Daily Prophet the next day that he realized he had gotten into so much trouble.

"Beware of strange wizards, danger lurks around us"

This is the headline on the front page.

The Daily Prophet calls it a premeditated invasion.

The number of invaders and their appearance are currently unknown.

The only thing we know is that the invaders are very strong.

Wizards are requested to report to the Ministry of Magic immediately if they see any strange people.

Daphne was also numb after reading the newspaper. She looked at the bewildered Tom and burst out laughing.

When Tom saw her smile, he also smiled, which made the people around him feel puzzled.

But he didn't dare to ask and continued to discuss the "mysterious man" who suddenly appeared with his classmates.

Before the Transfiguration class, Daphne told Hermione everything, and was speechless after listening.

"The Ministry of Magic made such a fuss just because of Tom?" She lowered her voice, afraid of being heard by others.

"It's not Tom, it's the mysterious intruder." Daphne also emphasized in a low voice, "This matter has nothing to do with Tom."

Hermione nodded repeatedly, agreeing with Daphne's statement that this matter must not be known to a fourth person, otherwise it would likely bring great trouble to Tom.

Then she looked at the boy in a flattering manner: "Tom, can you use the Confusion Charm on my wand, too?"

I can't practice magic this holiday.

Hermione was almost driven crazy. When she learned that Tom had such a useful little trick, she couldn't sit still.

Tom looked at Hermione teasingly: "Isn't this the most disciplined Miss Granger? So, you are only following the school rules and the law doesn't matter, right?"

"Oh, what are you doing?" Hermione blushed with embarrassment, while Daphne beside her chuckled at her good sister.

Hermione pinched Tom's arm without using much force, and said angrily, "Don't bring up my dark history anymore."

Now Hermione has gradually come to understand that all the rules are dead, and there are even many unreasonable rules, so why should we follow them?

For example, the rule prohibiting night outings is too extreme. As long as she doesn't miss classes the next day, going out for a walk can be beneficial to her physical and mental health.

So now Hermione feels that her previous self was too rigid and completely stupid.

Tom stopped teasing her. If she got angry, he would have to comfort her himself, which would not be worth it. So he readily agreed to Hermione's request and helped her solve the problem of Trace after class.

At this time, Professor McGonagall walked in from outside, holding two cages with owls in their hands.

The classroom instantly became silent, and Hermione quickly returned to Lavender Brown's side.

Professor McGonagall walked up to the podium, glanced at the whole class with dignity, and said solemnly:

"Everyone, put your homework for this holiday on your desk. Don't tell me you forgot to bring it. I can send an owl to your house to pick it up right now."