Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

"If I add powdered asphodel to an infusion of wormwood, what will I get?"

"Professor, I don't know." Harry stood up and answered honestly.

"If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go to look?"

"I don't know, sir." Harry shook his head again.

"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Harry shook his head again: "Professor, I don't know." His tone was already tinged with embarrassment.

"It seems our savior is not worthy of his reputation, just like your foolish, arrogant father—"

Harry clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and looked at Snape, loudly retorting: "My father is not foolish or arrogant!"

"Talking back to a professor, Gryffindor loses—" Snape, who was about to deduct points, met Harry's green eyes, and the 20 points he was about to blurt out were swallowed back.

"Gryffindor loses 10 points."

As expected, he was taking revenge out of spite because he was in a bad mood. What should have been only one point deducted was now directly increased tenfold.

Ignoring Harry's dissatisfied gaze, he turned to look at Tom: "Riddle—"

Faced with the classic three questions, Tom answered without even thinking: "A draught of Living Death; in the stomach of a goat; there is no difference."

Snape nodded in satisfaction, preparing to award points to Slytherin, but Tom continued, "Of course, these are just the standard answers. These questions are far from as simple as they seem."

"Continue," Snape wanted to see what new insights Tom had.

"The first question, the asphodel mentioned is actually a lily that resembles a daffodil. Its meaning is 'My regrets will follow you to the grave,' paired with wormwood, which represents bitterness and sorrow. What the professor wants to express is, 'I regret Lily's death, and it will not end until death.'"

"Shut up!" Snape's face turned green and white. He felt like a real idiot, and for the first time, he regretted not sewing Tom's mouth shut, giving him a chance to speak.

Looking at the students' incredulous expressions, especially Harry's green eyes that resembled Lily's, Snape's defenses broke down. He roared at Tom in exasperated anger: "Answering back to a professor, Slytherin loses 5 points."

Good heavens, Tom was probably the first Slytherin student ever to have points deducted by Snape.

Tom shrugged nonchalantly. After sitting down, he whispered to Harry, "See, his little thoughts were exposed, and he's taking revenge out of spite."

This made Snape want to cast a Sectumsempra at this little brat. At the same time, for the first time, he felt that Dumbledore's brain was fried. Could this kind of guy be related to the Dark Lord? If that was true, he, Snape, would change his last name to Potter.

Snape, who had finally calmed down, wrote the specific method for making the Pimple Potion on the blackboard and divided the students into pairs to begin practical operations.

"Tom, what should I do?" Harry tugged at Tom's clothes, having been forcibly dragged into a team. At the same time, he gestured with his eyes at Snape, who was staring at them: 'What to do?'

"You don't have to worry about anything else. Just stare directly at Professor Snape with your green eyes." While instructing Harry, Tom threw dried nettles and powdered snake fangs into the cauldron.

"Ah?" Harry was confused by Tom's words and couldn't help but look at Snape.

Once again meeting those green eyes that were the same as Lily's, Snape was in a trance. But before he could sink into his memories, he heard a little brat singing out of tune:

"輝 いて い た い よ ね ， い つ も 笑 っ て い た い よ ね (I want to shine, I always want to smile) ..."

Although Snape didn't know what language this bird was speaking, he had a feeling that this little brat in front of him would turn the brewed potion into a glowing dish, and he couldn't help but feel his fists hardening.

As soon as class was over, Harry ignored the Slytherin snakes and dragged Tom out of the classroom.

"I'm really fed up with Snape. He's definitely retaliating. It's unbelievable that this kind of person would fall in love with my mother. Now I 100% believe that the rumors circulating in the school are definitely false." On the way to Hagrid's hut, Harry kept complaining to Tom.

"What if, I mean, what if it's not?" Tom was curious about Harry's reaction if he confirmed the truth.

"Then I'll change my last name to Snape, Merlin as my witness!" Harry swore without hesitation, but then found that Tom had a strange smile on his face for some reason, and his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

Just like that, amidst the noise, the two quickly arrived at the edge of the Forbidden Forest and knocked on the door of Hagrid's hut.

"Fang, back, back away."

Hagrid's rough voice came from inside the house first, and then the wooden door was opened a crack, revealing his bearded and smiling face: "It's Harry, I didn't expect you to come so early, come in, come in quickly."

As he spoke, he opened the door to let Harry in. Only then did Hagrid notice that there was a Slytherin student with Harry. He carefully looked at Tom, and the more he looked, the more he felt that he seemed like an old classmate from his memory. He couldn't help but ask Harry, "Harry, who is this?"

"Hagrid, I haven't introduced you yet. This is my friend Tom, Tom Riddle."

In an instant, a look of shock appeared in Hagrid's eyes.