Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

The autumn sun was bright, scattering across the shimmering lake. To gather with two or three close friends or bring a beloved one for a picnic would undoubtedly be a great joy in life.

Unfortunately, for the Slytherin and Ravenclaw students, the beautiful scenery only brought a chill, as if they were in hell.

Under Tom's waving wand, the young wizards were knocked down again and again, only to be healed again and again, until they were completely dazed.

However, the students' progress was also visible to the naked eye. It only took one class period to go from having no resistance at all to being able to barely dodge a few spells.

Barely managing to endure until the end of class, the young wizards were preparing to escape when Tom's smiling voice, which felt like a plunge into an ice cave, came: "Don't be in such a hurry to leave, the homework hasn't been assigned yet."

"For the chapter on giants in 'Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense', write a three-foot essay, and..." Determined to give these young wizards a shock of Chinese-style education, Tom took out a thick stack of test papers from his extendable bag and distributed them to each student: "Five sets of test papers for each person, to be completed and submitted to me before next Monday."

Staring at the test papers in their hands, everyone wanted to cry but had no tears. At this moment, they had never missed Quirrell so much.

"Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, and Astronomy, seven courses, seven essays in one week, and 24 sets of test papers. This is simply impossible to live through."

In an empty classroom, Harry lay listlessly on the table, his face ashen as he looked at the large amount of unfinished homework in front of him.

"Harry, you're much better off than me. If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't know how to finish so much homework," Neville said softly, glancing at the others around him who were still writing furiously, trying to comfort Harry.

This 'Tom Organization,' a study group consisting of Draco from Slytherin, Cassandra, Hermione from Ravenclaw, Neville from Hufflepuff, and Harry from Gryffindor, had been preserved. Especially after the workload increased, everyone found that writing homework together was more efficient, and it had now almost become a fixed after-school gathering. It's a pity that the Tom Organization's study group no longer had Tom.

After finishing a set of test papers, Draco stretched in a way that was very unbecoming of a young master before responding to Harry's complaints: "Stop complaining. Besides, you don't know what kind of luck you have, but you were unexpectedly favored by Professor McGonagall in flying class and made an exception to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team. You're much luckier than those of us who are still struggling with test papers."

Harry, who had reconciled with Draco under Tom's mediation, couldn't help but retort: "Then why don't you ask Professor Snape to let you join the Slytherin Quidditch team too? Now, not only do I have to complete so much homework every day, but I'm also being watched by Wood, that training maniac, every day. I don't even have enough sleep. Don't believe me? Look here," he said, pointing to his increasingly dark circles under his eyes.

"Don't act like you're not enjoying it after getting a good deal," Draco said through gritted teeth, unable to hide his envy. "But speaking of which, haven't you made up with that Weasley? It's been so many days, why haven't you brought him along?"

"I asked him, but when Ron heard that this gathering was for doing homework, he refused on the spot."

"The unscholarly Weasley," Draco snorted.

"You..." Harry glared at Draco for his friend.

"Alright, stop it," Hermione interrupted the quarrel between the two. "Why do I feel like there isn't enough homework? Don't you think that Hogwarts deserves the title of the best magic school like this? By the way, I borrowed a few more books from the library. I put them on the bookshelf over there. You can take a look, they're very useful."

After hearing Hermione's words, everyone looked at her as if they were looking at a demon. They couldn't compete with this queen of study; they really couldn't compete.

"But even if it's Tom, why have the other professors suddenly increased the amount of homework during this period?" Harry asked the question that had been on his mind for some time.

"Tom did it," Cassandra, who had been silent, suddenly said.

"Huh?"

Cassandra, seeing everyone's confusion, explained to them: "Tom specifically went to persuade Professor McGonagall and the others one by one."

"How did he persuade them?" Harry's voice trembled slightly. According to Tom's nature, he had a premonition that the days ahead might be even harder.

"Tom just told the professors a principle. He said that there are only seven years at Hogwarts, and each year, excluding the holidays, is only about 38 weeks. It would be irresponsible to the students to let them loose with so little time. Moreover..."

"Moreover what?" Harry asked anxiously.

"Moreover, Tom said that doing so would prevent the students from having so much energy to cause trouble, roam around at night, and play pranks, which could effectively improve the atmosphere on campus."

"And Professor McGonagall and the others believed it just like that?" Harry looked incredulous.

"They believed it. In fact, it's just as Tom said. The number of students roaming around at night and causing trouble has obviously decreased during this period. The day before yesterday, Professor McGonagall even praised Tom for coming up with a good idea."

I'm tired, let's just destroy it. After hearing Cassandra's explanation, Harry felt that his future as a student at Hogwarts was bleak.

"Cassandra, how do you know so clearly? Tom isn't the kind of person who would just talk about it everywhere," Hermione suddenly asked, as if she had discovered something important.

"Because I went with him," Cassandra replied matter-of-factly, with a hint of pride in her tone.

There was a traitor in the ranks of the masses. Hearing this, everyone's eyes on Cassandra were different.

Facing everyone's questioning eyes, Cassandra was not ashamed but instead flipped her hair and suggested to everyone: "By the way, should we give this study group a formal name?"

"Even if we include Tom, there are only six of us. Is it necessary?" Hermione frowned slightly.

"Tom said that any organization should have a formal name, like Grindelwald's followers or Voldemort's Death Eaters. Moreover, in Tom's original words, there's the young master of the Malfoy family, the young lady of the Voray family, the future Sword Saint Neville, the future Minister of Magic Hermione, and the Savior. This study group will definitely leave a mark on magical history in the future, so the necessary sense of ritual is still needed. Therefore, I think it's very necessary."

Cassandra explained this way, but what she was thinking in her heart was a different scene: 'The Dark Lord has been in front of me, not admitting his identity. It seems he wants to keep a low profile, so the name Death Eaters can't be used for the time being. It's time to play a role in helping the Dark Lord establish a new organization. Now is the chance, and I can also drag the Savior down with me. If I do this, he will reward me, right?'

"But this is something that villains would do. Dumbledore wouldn't," Hermione retorted unconsciously.

As soon as she finished speaking, Cassandra, Draco, and Neville all looked at Hermione with strange eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

In the end, Cassandra made the final decision.

"So, let your imaginations run wild."