Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

After fleeing the Headmaster's office, Tom's salary negotiation ended without success.

The next day, when Tom approached Professor McGonagall to demand his wages, she produced a piece of parchment and began to argue with him point by point.

The final conclusion was:

"Mr. Riddle, in light of the emotional distress you have caused to the students of Hogwarts, after deducting compensation, your remuneration will be... um... let me see, you will owe the school 10 Galleons."

"… …"

What kind of capitalist behavior is this? Paying to work? Do you not value the working class?

Tom immediately rolled up his sleeves and argued with Professor McGonagall: "Professor McGonagall, the money comes from the Ministry of Magic and the school board. Why make things difficult for fellow workers? Why save money for them?"

Professor McGonagall thought for a moment and said to Tom: "You make a very good point. Then the 10 Galleon debt will be waived."

"… … Why?" Tom asked dryly.

Professor McGonagall replied with a serious face: "Because I am the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts."

Tom immediately offered his most sincere wishes: "Then I wish you seventy years as Deputy Headmistress."

Under Professor McGonagall's unfriendly gaze, Tom hurriedly left, contemplating the grand idea of seizing the Headmaster's seat and increasing employee benefits.

After resigning as the Defense Against the Dark Arts assistant teacher, Tom's life returned to the routine of the common room, the Great Hall, the library, and the Room of Requirement, with personal tutoring from Snape every Saturday.

"So boring, I miss the days of the internet, cell phones, and tablets."

Draco couldn't believe that anyone wouldn't like Quidditch, and without explanation, he dragged Tom to the Quidditch pitch.

Cassandra had already saved them seats, complaining: "Why are you so late? The match has already started."

Tom apologized and sat down next to her.

"I really envy Harry!" Looking at Harry flying on the field, Draco couldn't hide the envy in his eyes.

"Then you can sign up for the team next year. With your family's money, the Seeker position will definitely be yours." Tom yawned and said lazily.

The match became more intense, and Tom's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, almost impossible to open.

Just as Tom was about to fall asleep, an unexpected event occurred. Harry was tightly gripping his out-of-control broom, being thrown around in mid-air, and it looked like he was about to fall.

Tom vaguely saw Harry's situation, but he really couldn't open his eyes. Anyway, Hermione's there, he won't die.

'Hermione... Hermione...' After muttering the name twice, Tom suddenly woke up. He had forgotten that Hermione was in Ravenclaw now; there was no Hermione at today's match.

Glancing at Quirrell, who was casting a spell, Tom found the matter interesting.

"Hey, look there, what does Weasley want to do again?" Draco nudged Tom, pointing at Ron, who thought he was hiding well, but was actually as dazzling as the sun in the Slytherin snake pit, and asked with a puzzled expression.

'No Hermione, Weasley can actually find his way here by himself? Does he have that much intelligence? Or is his intuition really that sharp?' Tom didn't answer Draco, quietly watching the situation develop.

In fact, it wasn't just Draco; almost all the Slytherin students had noticed Ron. Several older students had already blocked him.

"Gryffindor scum, what are you doing in our Slytherin territory? Looking for trouble?"

Seeing that he was blocked, Ron didn't waste any words. He took off his shoe and threw it hard at Snape.

"Thud!"

Before anyone could react, the shoe, carrying the stench of Ron's feet, hit Snape directly in the back of the head. Caught off guard, Snape fell forward, and unfortunately, he tripped on the steps, his entire face making intimate contact with the ground of the stands.

"The Head of House has been attacked by a Gryffindor bastard!"

"Bastard, don't run!"

"Quick, catch that bastard!"

Snape's attack directly maxed out the Slytherin students' anger, and they pounced on Ron, howling.

Ron had already started running as soon as he threw the shoe. When he ran past Quirrell, the flustered Ron inadvertently slapped him hard on the back of the head, knocking Quirrell down. But Ron didn't stop at all, didn't even look at the fallen Quirrell, and ran straight towards the Gryffindor stands.

The pursuing Slytherins also ignored Quirrell, and even stepped on the back of his head to save time.

Tom watched the good show, silently lighting a candle for Quirrell. If he didn't die from being trampled on, then he really admired his cockroach-like life. He wondered what Old Voldy, who had stood tall his whole life, would feel like being stepped on by so many people, even Slytherin students.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the Gryffindor stands, Ron shouted at the top of his lungs: "Help! The Slytherin bastards are going to hit me!"

This shout immediately attracted the attention of the Gryffindor students. Seeing Ron alone being chased by a large group of Slytherins, the little lions' hot temper immediately flared up, and they went up to intercept while receiving Ron.

Seeing Ron being received by the Gryffindor little lions, Hollis Carow, a Slytherin snake, finally remembered that he was a wizard, took out his wand, and prepared to cast a spell.

Finding himself safe, Ron suddenly turned around unexpectedly and punched Hollis Carow in the eye socket.

This punch not only caused Hollis Carow to interrupt his spell in pain, but also acted like a halo of intelligence reduction, causing him to forget that he was a wizard again, and he greeted Ron with a fist.

The halo of intelligence reduction not only affected Hollis Carow, but it spread like a plague, affecting every student present.

So many wizards didn't remember to cast spells, and even used their wands as melee weapons, staging a fist-to-fist fighting match.

Even Harry, who was playing on the field, was not spared. After Quirrell stopped casting spells, Harry had recovered and found the Golden Snitch.

Just as Harry accelerated and sprinted, his whole body slightly raised from the broom, leaning forward to grab the Golden Snitch. Seeing victory in sight, a wand thrown by who knows who, as if blessed by the goddess of fortune, gave him a 'thousand-year kill'. The pain from a certain indescribable part caused him to lose control of the broom, experiencing the thrill of going from heaven to hell, and he fell straight to the ground.

At this time, Tom didn't know where he got a handful of melon seeds, which he shared with Cassandra and Draco to taste, and also commented with relish: "Look, Senior Selwyn's straight punch is really beautiful... Senior Yaxley's hook punch is also good... Oh, why did Harry fall... Okay, can't bear to watch..."

Just as Tom was enjoying the show, a huge magical pressure enveloped everyone, making it difficult to breathe. Dumbledore's angry voice rang out on the field.

"Stop!"