Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

The next day, the Ravenclaws in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class suddenly noticed that the leader of the Slytherins seemed to have changed.

Draco, who had previously shown signs of becoming the leader of the Slytherin first years, was now half a step behind Tom, and the other Slytherins didn't seem to mind.

For a time, they were curious as to how Tom, a small wizard from an orphanage, could subdue those pure-bloods who thought so highly of themselves, but the Slytherins didn't reveal anything, and they couldn't find out, which made them itch with curiosity.

Tom didn't care about the Ravenclaws' curiosity. At this moment, he was experiencing a teaching disaster even greater than yesterday's History of Magic.

Although he had absorbed the Voldemort brand experience pack, Tom still intended to attend class properly. After all, there was a difference between learning and understanding knowledge and forcibly instilling it, and each professor had his own unique understanding of knowledge.

But now, the dark classroom was full of the smell of garlic, which made people feel sick, making it impossible to concentrate. Tom even felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, and couldn't stand to stay for even a moment.

When Professor Quirrell entered the classroom with his ridiculous turban and stuttered his first sentence, Tom completely lost it: "I... I was in Romania... attacked by... a vampire... I've... already taken care of it... it's just that I... I can't be in the... sunlight now, and the... the smell is a little... unpleasant, so... everyone please... please bear with it."

'What are you pretending to be? A stutterer? Can't you just speak properly? I really want to hit you with a full set of Unforgivable Curses.'

'And listen to what you're saying! Please, you're the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! You were attacked by a dark creature? Seriously? Even if you're making up a reason, make it a little better! You're an undercover agent! Are you sure Dumbledore won't fire you? You're showing off so much, aren't you afraid Voldemort will wake up and Avada Kedavra you?'

Tom was frantically complaining in his heart.

And when Quirrell began to read the textbook verbatim in a stuttering voice, Tom completely despaired of this class.

He rambled on without any logic, and there were a lot of useless words without any substance. Even though Tom knew Quirrell was unreliable from the original book in his previous life, he never thought he could be so unreliable.

If Quirrell's level was considered Voldemort's level, then no wonder Voldemort was rejected when he applied for a job back then.

In the classroom, Tom stared intently at Quirrell's head, and for the first time, he desperately hoped that Voldemort would jump out and take over the class.

Unfortunately, Tom's wish was destined to be in vain. Tom suffered in this torturous class, and never felt that time passed so slowly.

After class, Draco couldn't help but complain in public: "How can someone like that be allowed to stay at Hogwarts and teach? I must tell my father to kick him out!"

Hearing this, Tom's eyes lit up and he beckoned Draco over and whispered in his ear: "Draco, you can't handle this alone. First, contact students from the other four houses and write a joint letter. Then, have Lucius come forward in the Board of Governors, so that even Dumbledore will have to take it seriously."

Tom said that he was serious about dealing with Voldemort.

After a series of secret talks, Draco's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly, and immediately went to Hermione, regardless of his status.

Just when Magic History and Defense Against the Dark Arts made Tom seriously doubt the quality of teaching at Hogwarts, fortunately, Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class forcibly salvaged Hogwarts's reputation in Tom's heart, allowing him to see what proper teaching standards should be.

When Professor McGonagall demonstrated her Animagus form, transforming from a tabby cat back into human form, she not only received admiration, but Goyle and Crabbe also looked at Draco and Tom gratefully.

If Tom and Draco hadn't dragged these two idiots away just as they were about to pet the cat, they couldn't imagine what their fate would have been.

"Transfiguration is the most dangerous and complex subject. Any student who misbehaves in my class, I will kick them out and never allow them to enter my classroom again."

After Professor McGonagall finished her opening remarks, Tom knew that Transfiguration class was going to be good.

And Professor McGonagall turning the podium into a pig further convinced Tom that Transfiguration class would not disappoint him.

"— When using Transfiguration, there must be no distracting thoughts. You must clearly imagine in your mind what the object will become..."

Professor McGonagall's class was full of useful information. Many key points that were not recorded in the textbook at all were mentioned, which made Tom, who was desperately copying notes, burst into tears. Heaven knows how he had endured those crouching dragons and phoenix chicks these past two days.

After a long and detailed explanation of the theoretical knowledge, Professor McGonagall distributed a match to each person and asked the students to try to turn it into a needle.

Tom looked at the match in front of him, abandoned distracting thoughts, and like a god creating things, tapped lightly with his wand and whispered the spell:

"Vera Verto!"

The match quickly lengthened and thinned, and in the blink of an eye, a silver needle with intricate patterns appeared on the table.

"Very perfect, 5 points to Slytherin." Professor McGonagall, who was inspecting, praised generously.

"So, Mr. Riddle, could you please share your successful experience?"

Tom restored the silver needle to a match and began to explain slowly: "I once heard someone mention 'Wizards are gods,' and some people say that the highest realm of magic is wish fulfillment. Then, my understanding of Transfiguration is that wizards, like gods, give objects new rules within the scope of what their hearts think and their abilities reach."

As he spoke, he tapped lightly again, and this time the match turned into a small snake, hissing and spitting its tongue.

The little snakes and badgers in the classroom looked at each other, completely unable to understand what Tom was saying.

Pansy even secretly asked Zabini and Theodore beside her, regardless of the fact that she was in Professor McGonagall's class: "Do you understand what Tom is saying?"

Seeing the two of them shaking their heads together, Pansy realized that 'idiot' was not just her. This Transfiguration technique felt like Tom was not in the same dimension as her.

"Clap clap!" Finally, Professor McGonagall took the lead in applauding, "A very wonderful speech, Mr. Riddle's Transfiguration is very well mastered. If you have any questions in the future, you can come to my office to find me at any time."

Professor McGonagall looked at Tom approvingly, but a hint of worry was hidden deep in her eyes.

After Transfiguration class, Tom watched Draco leave in a hurry and then rush back, and asked with a smile: "Did you get it done?"

"Very good, I'll go find Harry on the Gryffindor side, Draco, you don't have to go. I know you don't get along with the Weasley family, so you might end up fighting again." Tom sincerely offered his advice.

Draco agreed with a face: "I don't want to contact that group of stupid lions either, I'm counting on you."

Tom made a reassuring gesture and walked quickly towards the dining hall.