Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

"Hey, hey, have you heard that story?"

"What story?"

"I heard that Snape and Harry Potter's mother, Lily Evans, grew up together, childhood sweethearts, completely innocent. Professor Snape was deeply in love with Lily, and Lily also had feelings for Professor Snape. Originally, the two were going to get married, but James Potter intervened."

"You're talking about that love triangle between Snape and Harry's parents."

"Yeah, yeah, have you heard about it too?"

"Yes, I have. I think Snape is so pitiful, not only was he bullied by James, but he also had his love stolen. I heard that Snape joined the Death Eaters back then because the Dark Lord used Lily as a threat. After Lily died, Professor Snape knelt in front of Lily's grave for three days and three nights, truly infatuated. Do you think Snape doesn't wash his hair now because all the shampoo is from the Potter family?"

"But what I heard was that James forced Snape into a wizard's duel, and whoever won would get Lily. Snape lost, so Lily ended up marrying James."

"Ah? There's that version too? Tell me more."

Walking towards the potions classroom, Harry felt annoyed listening to the whispers around him.

Ever since some unknown student found the booklet that suddenly appeared outside the common room the night before yesterday, in just one day, rumors about Snape and Harry's parents had spread rapidly throughout the castle, developing into n different versions. The only constants were the pitiful Snape, the villainous James, and the white moonlight Lily's character settings.

This was the first time Harry had heard stories about his parents, and he didn't expect it to be like this, especially since it involved Professor Snape, whom he disliked so much.

In his mind, James's image as a father should have been perfect, but he didn't expect him to become like this in the mouths of all the students.

Because of this, he had a big fight with Ron yesterday in the common room, who was telling the story with great emotion to Seamus and others, causing Ron to not speak to him for the entire day.

Just as Harry was feeling upset, Peeves, who didn't know where he came from, started shouting at Harry: "James Potter is a bad seed... James Potter is a bad seed..."

Harry was furious when he heard this and immediately drew his wand, pointing it at Peeves and shouting angrily: "You're not allowed to say that about my father, get out of here, or I'll be rude to you."

But Peeves was not afraid of Harry's threat at all, flying around Harry and continuing to mock: "James Potter is a bad seed, Harry Potter is the child of a bad seed..."

Just as Harry was about to make a move, Peeves seemed to see something terrifying, and disappeared with a "swoosh."

Tom's voice rang out at just the right moment: "Hi, Harry, why are you here looking so gloomy? Aren't you going into the classroom?"

Just as Harry was about to respond, Ron, who had rushed to class, saw Harry and "hmph"ed heavily, ignoring him and walking into the classroom on his own.

"What's wrong with you and Ron, did you guys argue?"

Tom's concern elicited a sigh from Harry.

Seeing this, and thinking about the rumors caused by the booklets he had dropped outside the common rooms of the four houses these past two days, Tom, the instigator, understood Harry's state of mind.

The clever Slytherin snakes instantly analyzed the ins and outs of the matter from Tom's short two words.

At this moment, Harry, who had recovered, looked at Tom for help: "Tom, do you think my father is really like what the rumors say?"

Tom thought for a while and pointed out a clear path for Harry: "I don't know, Harry, after all, I've never met your father. However, you can ask the professors in the school, they all got along with James."

Harry's eyes lit up instantly: "That's right, why didn't I think of that. Coincidentally, Hagrid invited me to his hut this afternoon, I can just ask him, he definitely knows the truth."

At the same time, Harry looked at Tom with expectant eyes: "Tom, can you come with me?"

Tom couldn't resist Harry's eyes and nodded in agreement.

At this time, Draco, who hadn't given up on being friends with Harry, also came over: "Potter, I told you to choose your friends carefully. Ignore those rumors, I'll write a letter to ask my father, he definitely knows the situation of Professor Snape and your parents at school, and I'll help you debunk the rumors when the time comes."

Tom glanced at Draco in surprise, and his inner drama began to play out frantically: 'What the hell, who are you, tell me quickly, have you possessed Draco? Our young master Draco would actually comfort people, if you could have talked to Harry like this from the beginning, would you have made the relationship so stiff?'

Even Harry seemed to not recognize Draco, looking at the other party in surprise, feeling like the sun had risen from the west today. Was this still the young master of the Malfoy family who had argued with him the previous two times? He didn't ridicule him, but comforted him instead?

Just as Harry was about to say something to express his goodwill to Malfoy, he suddenly felt as if the temperature in the classroom had dropped several degrees, and his whole body seemed to be falling into an ice cave. The entire classroom suddenly became silent from the noise.

Snape exuded a cold aura, his face dark, like a large bat, silently floating into the classroom.

Looking at the students who were whispering in the classroom just now, Snape's coldness intensified.

The rumors that had been circulating among the students since yesterday had already reached Snape's ears. When he learned from those little animals who were jumping the most joyfully about the n different versions of rumors about himself, even related to his beloved Lily and his most hated James, Snape was stunned at first, and then felt extremely angry.

Who was it, how dare they, Snape's own black history from his student days that he didn't want to recall, as well as the love and secrets buried deep in his heart, were all unreservedly displayed in front of everyone in those half-truths and half-lies.

For this, the furious Snape gave those students who spread the rumors a one-stop service of deducting points and detention.

Entering the potions classroom, seeing the whispering students, Snape, who was on edge, always felt that they were secretly mocking him.

In an even worse mood, Snape began to lecture with a gloomy face: "There is no foolish waving of wands in my class, only precise science and strict craftsmanship in potion making—"

"In my class, as long as you are not idiots or fools, then I can teach you to enhance your reputation, create glory, and even prevent death—"

"However, before that—"

Looking around, he suddenly saw that particularly prominent figure in the Slytherin crowd, looking at that face that was extremely similar to the person he hated most in his life, he couldn't help but raise his voice:

"Potter—"