Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

Pyramid?

Tom narrowed his eyes, his wand tapping unconsciously against his left palm. The secrets of the Deathly Hallows seemed even more complex than he had imagined.

The image was obscure and difficult to distinguish, only allowing him to barely make out the shape of a pyramid. But whether it belonged to ancient Egyptian civilization, Aztec civilization, or Mayan civilization was truly difficult to determine.

"Sigh... this is a real headache. Isn't this like searching for a needle in a haystack? This is really too difficult." Tom rubbed his throbbing forehead, "Forget it, I'll go to Egypt during the holidays and try my luck. Maybe I'll get lucky."

In the following days of the holiday, Tom spent every day in the restricted section of the library, vowing to make up for the losses of this time. Occasionally, Harry would come to find Tom, even using the Invisibility Cloak to take him on a tour of the three-headed dog, Fluffy.

One day, Tom was reading in his dormitory when Draco burst in with Goyle and Crabbe, full of excitement.

"I'm back. Tom, did you miss me?"

Tom glanced at Draco, then continued to look down at his book: "Draco, remember to maintain your arrogant young master persona. Also, your dark circles are too obvious. Young people need to be moderate!"

Hearing Tom mention this, Draco jumped up and down in embarrassment and anger: "Whose fault is this! What did you give me for Christmas!"

Tom replied unhurriedly: "But it looks good, doesn't it?"

"It looks good, but..." As if thinking of something, Draco suddenly stopped talking.

Now Tom became interested, throwing the book in his hand aside and carefully examining Draco, stroking his chin: "Let me guess, have you cast yourself as a domineering CEO?"

Draco was expressionless.

Tom got even more excited: "Then who is the sweet little wife? Daphne?"

Draco remained silent.

"Then Pansy?"

Draco lowered his head and averted his eyes.

"Or perhaps Hermione?"

Draco's ears turned red.

But Tom didn't plan to let him go: "No way, do you want them all? Are you trying to build a harem?"

Draco frantically waved his hands: "I'm not, I didn't, you're talking nonsense!"

Tom patted him on the shoulder understandingly, advising him like someone who's been there: "I understand, I understand, men, don't be embarrassed to admit it, no one will laugh at you. But, bro, let me give you a piece of advice: it's easy to get 'chainsawed' if you imitate Makoto Itou, so take it easy!"

Draco was completely defeated and led Goyle and Crabbe away in a panic.

As the students returned to school after the holidays, the gatherings of the Stargazers resumed as normal.

Seeing Hermione again, Tom noticed that she also had huge dark circles under her eyes, the kind that couldn't be hidden.

"Why are everyone's dark circles so obvious? Draco, and now you, Hermione. Don't tell me you two have been secretly dating every night?"

Tom's teasing provoked an angry attack from Hermione, a thick book hitting him squarely in the face.

Hermione's voice wasn't loud, but it caused everyone in the room to stop what they were doing and look at her with an unspeakable expression.

"Wh-what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Hermione was baffled by everyone's reaction.

Cassandra sighed and rubbed Hermione's thick curly hair with pity: "You won't find him in those books."

Cassandra's words were like a signal switch, and everyone started speaking up.

"Nicolas Flamel celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday last year, so Hermione, you couldn't possibly find him in the list of modern wizards."

"That's right, he's one of the greatest alchemists."

"He created the Philosopher's Stone."

"Oh right, he also seems to be a good friend of Headmaster Dumbledore."

In everyone's words, Hermione basically pieced together Nicolas Flamel's situation.

Looking over the crowd, Hermione asked incredulously: "So you all know Nicolas Flamel?"

Everyone nodded, Draco even shouting: "No one in the wizarding world doesn't know Nicolas Flamel. If you had just asked us, a certain little idiot wouldn't have had to work so hard looking through books."

Hermione tightly covered her face with her hands, not knowing if she was ashamed or angry at Draco.

Cassandra glared fiercely at Draco, then softly comforted Hermione: "Don't mind Draco, but Hermione, why were you looking for Nicolas Flamel?"

"That's because..." Hermione was about to explain, but was interrupted by Harry, who burst in.

"Sorry, I'm late. What are you guys doing?"

Tom raised an eyebrow at Harry: "Look! The person in question has arrived. Why don't you ask Harry."

Harry was confused: "What's the matter?"

"The matter of Nicolas Flamel."

Tom repeated the information about Nicolas Flamel that he had just told Hermione to Harry.

"So, what Hagrid was carrying at the time was the Philosopher's Stone! The trapdoor hidden beneath the three-headed dog Fluffy was guarding the Philosopher's Stone!"

Harry was dizzy from this unexpected discovery.

"Wait... Harry, are you saying that the Philosopher's Stone is in the school now, and what's with the three-headed dog?"

Not only was Harry shocked, but everyone present was also shocked and couldn't help but ask him.

Harry immediately explained a series of events to everyone, from Hagrid retrieving a package in Diagon Alley, to accidentally wandering into the restricted area room and discovering the three-headed dog, to Hagrid letting slip about Nicolas Flamel and then asking Hermione for help to investigate.

After listening to Harry's narration, everyone felt that his reasoning was correct, and that the room most likely contained the Philosopher's Stone.

Just as everyone was still digesting this news and secretly planning whether they could catch a glimpse of the Philosopher's Stone, Harry dropped another bombshell.

"Tom, I just ran into Professor Dumbledore, and he said that the joint trial of Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black has been scheduled for three days later."

Draco jumped up when he heard this: "Harry, wait! Didn't Peter Pettigrew die ten years ago? And what's going on with Sirius Black?"

Harry looked at Draco inexplicably, then turned to Tom for an explanation: "Why is he reacting so strongly?"

"That's because Draco's mother is Sirius Black's cousin, which means Sirius Black is Draco's uncle," Tom whispered to Harry.

"Then... then that means..."

After listening to Tom's words, Harry seemed to have discovered a crucial point, and stammered, unable to speak.

Tom mercilessly pointed out the fact that Harry was thinking of.

"That's right, you two can be considered relatives by blood, and you are... the younger brother!"

Even though he had a good relationship with Draco now, Harry instinctively felt like he was broken upon hearing this news.

In the end, Tom pushed the petrified Harry aside and took the initiative to take on the job of lecturer.

A few moments later...

"No, I need to write a letter to my mother now."

After listening to the whole story, Draco left in a hurry, and even shouted to Harry before leaving: "Goodbye, little brother ~"

Harry felt his resentment deepen.

Seeing Draco leave, the others also bid farewell one after another. This matter was too big and had to be told to their families as soon as possible.