Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

“Weasley, what are you doing here?”

Draco questioned Ron without any emotion.

Faced with such a calm Draco, Ron's momentum weakened by three points for some reason: “I... I'm just worried about Harry and wanted to remind him that there's a troll in the castle.”

“Ha... What did you say? I don't seem to have heard clearly. It seems that our classmate Weasley's homework is indeed copied from others. You should know that even a three-year-old child knows that trolls have more acute hearing. Weasley, yelling like this, could it be that you're jealous of Harry and plan to use the troll to secretly get rid of him under the guise of reminding him?”

When it comes to sarcasm, you have to look to Slytherin. How could a small Gryffindor be Draco's opponent? Draco's words, filled with innuendo, completely broke Ron's defenses, and his ears turned red with shame and anger.

“I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.”

The classic three-part denial led Draco to raise an eyebrow at Tom: “What do you think, Professor Riddle?”

Of course, Tom had to continue the play that Draco had set up: “Weasley, plagiarism of homework, Gryffindor loses two points, and rewrite a 3-foot essay on trolls, to be submitted next week.”

“Pfft!”

Hermione knew what was going on in her heart. How could she not know that Draco and Tom were targeting Ron with the intention of seeking justice for her? She couldn't help but chuckle.

Ron's face flushed instantly. Just as he was about to say something, a burst of hurried footsteps knocked his words back into his stomach.

Professor McGonagall rushed over first, her face pale; Snape followed closely behind, his billowing black robes carrying a chilling coldness; bringing up the rear was Professor Flitwick, who was short and had to try his best to keep up with the pace of the two.

Snape glanced at Harry, ignored the others, and went straight past them to bend down and examine the troll's corpse.

“What are you doing gathering here? Who can tell me what's going on?”

Professor McGonagall's expression was solemn, and she shouted at the young wizards in an unprecedentedly stern tone.

Hermione wanted to step forward to explain, but she was quietly pulled back by Tom and Draco on either side.

Noticing their little actions, Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione and asked: “Miss Granger seems to have something to say, but I remember Miss Patil helped you ask for sick leave this afternoon. I wonder why you're here again?”

Seeing Hermione shudder in fright at Professor McGonagall's stern tone, Tom quickly stepped forward to explain: “This afternoon, Weasley didn't finish his homework. Hermione advised Weasley a few times, and the two had an argument. Weasley's words stimulated Hermione, causing her physiological discomfort. Just now, we were all worried about Hermione's condition, so we went to visit her. Seeing that there was nothing serious with her body, we thought about going back to the Great Hall together to attend the dinner. As a result, we passed by here, and a few girls went to the bathroom temporarily, and when they came out, they were blocked by the troll.”

Tom explained the whole story to Professor McGonagall in a few words. The implicit meaning of his words was that the origin of this matter was all Ron's fault. They were just good students who cared about their classmates, and encountering the troll was just an accident.

As for anything more, Harry couldn't say it, after all, what Tom and the others said were all facts, and there were plenty of witnesses, so it was impossible to clear Ron's name.

“Quiet!”

Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at Ron with anger: “Weasley, how dare you. Gryffindor loses ten points. I will write a letter to Molly.”

Ron suddenly felt like the sky was falling.

“Minerva, Filius, you'd better come and take a look!”

Snape shouted to Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick with a suspicious tone.

The two let go of the young wizards in front of them and stepped forward to examine the troll's body with Snape.

After a moment, the expressions of the two became extremely ugly, and Professor Flitwick even screamed in a shrill voice:

“This, this is... impossible!”

Seeing the change in their expressions, Snape breathed a long sigh of relief. He had initially suspected his own magical skills when he discovered that the troll had been hit by more than a dozen Avada Kedavras.

Now it seemed that there was nothing wrong with him, Snape, and that the world was still normal. No, that wasn't right, this situation was the most abnormal, okay?

The three looked at each other, feeling that the surrounding atmosphere was not right at all, as if they were no longer in Hogwarts, but at some dark wizard gathering.

Regaining her senses from disbelief, Professor McGonagall turned around and sternly questioned the young wizards: “Who used the Killing Curse, stand up!”

All the young wizards present raised their hands, except for Ron. At this moment, Ron felt as if he had been abandoned by the world.

“!”

Professor McGonagall and the others had no time to care about Ron's feelings. At this moment, their minds were full of exclamation points, feeling that Hogwarts, where they had stayed for a lifetime, was so unfamiliar.

“You all know the Killing Curse?!”

The young wizards nodded like chickens pecking at rice, and some even enthusiastically added: “Professor, not only us, but everyone in the lower grades knows the Killing Curse.”

Listen to what kind of jail-related statement this is. How could her beloved Hogwarts become like this.

Unwilling to give up, Professor McGonagall asked again with a trembling voice: “You mean everyone in the lower grades knows the Killing Curse?”

“Yes, that's right.”

Having been confirmed again, Professor McGonagall almost fainted, staggering on her feet. Fortunately, Snape supported her in time.

When continuing to ask questions, Professor McGonagall's stern tone had already taken on a hint of horror: “Who, who taught you?”

Faced with Professor McGonagall's questioning, all the young wizards looked at Tom in unison.

“Riddle!!!”

Regarding Professor McGonagall's angry roar, Tom waved his hand and said lightly: “This is the teaching content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Don't worry, I have taken safety precautions, and there will be no teaching accidents.”

“Is that the point, Riddle? How could you, how dare you.” Professor Flitwick's shrill exclamation stung Tom's eardrums, “Severus, these are your Slytherin students!”

Snape, who was still maintaining his composure, calmly passed the buck: “His position as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching assistant was appointed by Dumbledore. He needs to come forward to solve this matter. I'm going to notify him now.”

Tom curled his lips when he heard Snape's words. His sixth sense told him that Dumbledore must be peeking in the dark, and now it was time for him to appear.

Dumbledore didn't disappoint Tom either, after he silently counted “3!” “2!” “1!” in his heart, he quietly appeared from a corner.

“No need, Severus, I've seen everything.”