Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

"Professor Dumbledore, come and take a look, welcome to New Knockturn Alley, a comprehensive commercial area integrating eating, drinking, and playing. Now, I, Little Paimon, as the best guide, will wholeheartedly serve you."

Dumbledore looked at Tom's humble and respectful appearance, feeling goosebumps all over his body.

What the hell is Little Paimon? Isn't your name Tom Riddle? Shouldn't your nickname be something like Dark Lord or Voldemort to fit your persona? When did you change your style?

Moreover, Tom, when did you change your outfit with one click? Looking at Tom, who had transformed into a cross-dresser, wearing white, cute clothes, a white wig, and chanting, "Ai hey de nang da yo!", Dumbledore felt a burst of physiological discomfort for no reason, wondering if he was under an illusion or hallucinating?

Can this thing be a threat to the magical world? Is there no bottom line?

This is definitely to disgust him on purpose, absolutely.

"Professor, why are you silent? Are you not satisfied with my Little Paimon's service? If you have any requirements, just tell me, I'll change it. Please, don't give me a bad review!"

Dumbledore's stomach churned, and he forced himself to look away from this thing, afraid that he couldn't help but punch him.

Please, Tom, can you please go back to how you were? He still prefers your arrogant and unruly appearance.

Under Dumbledore's strong request, Tom still chose to refuse to change back.

Bad review, definitely a bad review!

Finally, Dumbledore reluctantly allowed Tom to pull him forward, but he stopped after only two steps.

"Ariana Avenue, in memory of Miss Ariana Dumbledore (1885-1899)"

Looking at the golden letters shining in the sunlight on the street, Dumbledore couldn't help but murmur.

As a qualified guide, Tom, no, Little Paimon Riddle now, of course, has to explain at the right time.

"Professor, you see, the main street of Knockturn Alley after the expansion has been officially renamed Ariana Avenue. This is to commemorate the unfortunate Miss Ariana Dumbledore. Of course, people can still call it by its old name - Knockturn Alley."

"......"

Dumbledore felt his heart being tugged fiercely, then he looked at Tom meaningfully, feeling that he was being manipulated.

This little bastard is indeed a master at playing with people's hearts, but well done!

Of course, it would be better if he could change his outfit.

"Now, Professor, the area we are in now is the entertainment area. There are many newly launched entertainment projects gathered here."

With Tom's introduction, Dumbledore scanned the surrounding shops.

"Werewolf Killing Board Game Shop? What is this?"

Looking at the incomprehensible sign, and the cute portrait of Remus Lupin on the sign, Dumbledore asked curiously.

"It's just like what you think. The staff in this store are all werewolves, and they also provide companionship services. After all, it's reasonable for werewolves to run a werewolf killing game, isn't it?"

"Moreover, this also provides a guarantee for the lives of the lower-level werewolves. We will even provide werewolf poison potions every month. If it is managed well, we will open more branches in the future to absorb more werewolf employees. This is also faithfully implementing your path of 'love'."

Dumbledore was a little surprised by Tom's operation after hearing his words.

You are showing off like this, does Fenrir Greyback know? How will you let him lead and control the werewolves in the future? It turns out that there is such a way to gain the loyalty of werewolves.

When your store scale expands, it is estimated that they will take the initiative to tie up Fenrir Greyback and send him to you without you even ordering them to.

If Voldemort during the wizarding war had Tom's brain, Dumbledore estimated that many people in the magical world would have surrendered directly.

Just as Dumbledore was immersed in Tom's tricks, Tom pointed to a shop next door.

"Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?"

"Weasley?!"

Dumbledore looked at Tom in disbelief, while Tom calmly nodded: "That's right, I co-founded it with George and Fred. They provide the technology, and I provide the funding."

After wandering around the store, Dumbledore had to sigh that the Weasley twins indeed had a unique talent for alchemy and pranks. No wonder they could invest with their technology.

However, in this way, the Weasley family is indeed slowly starting to be tied to Tom. Thinking of this, Dumbledore's head began to ache faintly again, and he could only comfort himself in his heart: Tom just wants to make small money and does not mess around in the magical world.

Dumbledore, who walked out of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, was attracted by a huge poster on the opposite side before he could recover.

"The Aberforth Club, let you enjoy the all-round service of the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, limited places, book as soon as possible!"

Are you serious about this name? Aberforth and Grindelwald are still alive. Are you really not afraid of them killing you with their wands?

Tom also noticed Dumbledore's gaze at this time: "Professor, do you want to try it? I specially reserved a spot for you. Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped and won't tell Professor Grindelwald."

"If you feel guilty, it's okay. The theme of the next issue is Albus Dumbledore. I reserved a spot for Professor Grindelwald. I will bring him over then, so you will be even."

"......"

Dumbledore looked at Tom speechlessly. He hadn't died yet. Is it really okay for Tom to say these things so unscrupulously in front of him? He just didn't know why, looking at the figure in the poster that Tom didn't know where to find, wearing an Inazuma-style maid outfit, and resembling the young Grindelwald by six or seven points, he was a little tempted.

Tom seemed to see Dumbledore's hesitation and quietly stuffed a bag into Dumbledore's hand: "Professor, don't worry, you won't be short of portrait fees. They are all what you like, and if you miss it, you don't know when it will be re-engraved. Professor, why don't you try it."

He, Dumbledore, is not someone who can be moved by mere worldly things.

"Can I make a reservation for tonight?"

Seeing Dumbledore put the bag into his pocket without showing any signs, Tom smiled. As expected, Grindelwald is a special weapon against Dumbledore.

"Of course, Professor, your priority is always the highest."

"Then let's do it tonight."

He, Dumbledore, took the initiative to enter the game in order to expose the true face of Tom, the dark side of the magical world, definitely not for Grindelwald.