Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

In the end, Rita Skeeter, under Tom's coercion, had no choice but to sign an unequal treaty with him in grief and indignation.

The Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black incident came to a close, Rita Skeeter was also 'persuaded,' and the matter of Azkaban was dropped, possibly due to Dumbledore's influence. At this point, Tom suddenly found himself lacking motivation.

Thinking carefully, he hadn't stopped for a moment since Dumbledore came to his door last summer.

Tom didn't have the hobby of transmigrating one day, eliminating Voldemort the next, resolving Grindelwald on the third, defeating Dumbledore on the fourth, and reaching the GG ending on the fifth.

Please, even a corporate slave isn't worked this hard. He had already completed the work of other world protagonists in a few years in just half a year, which was enough.

At this moment, Tom was tired, weary, and ready to lie flat.

In the following days, Tom automatically entered elderly care mode, after all, nothing major would happen at the school during this time.

The "Savior Growth Plan" proceeded in an orderly manner. Anyway, Dumbledore was keeping a close watch, and with Voldemort in his current state, there was no way he could escape Old Dumbledore's grasp. As for the Stargazers, Tom stated that it was Cassandra and Hermione who came up with it, he was just a figurehead, and for specific matters, please contact them.

Instead of thinking about causing trouble every day, completing the student's job—studying hard, participating in club activities every day, and transforming into a fishing enthusiast on weekends—wasn't that a better life?

Lying flat! Lying flat! Lying flat!

Until—

"Tom, something bad happened!"

Early in the morning, Tom, still rolling around in bed, heard Draco's wailing voice.

"Young Master, watch your image, don't let your persona collapse. Seriously, can't a person even sleep in on the weekend?" Tom groggily poked his head out of the quilt, showing no intention of getting up, as if his whole being was about to merge into the bed.

Draco ignored Tom's words, recklessly ripped off his quilt, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him vigorously: "Help me, Tom, you're the only one I can think of who can help me."

Tom was shaken dizzy, slapped away his paws, and burrowed back into the quilt: "Speak, what's the matter?"

"Harry told me that Hagrid, that big idiot, he… he got a dragon egg," Draco said excitedly.

Tom was puzzled: "And then?"

"That dragon egg is about to hatch, I want to raise a dragon. Tom, help me think of a way," Draco said, the little stars of desire in his eyes almost overflowing.

"That's it? Goodbye, farewell, don't let the door hit you on the way out." Tom ignored Draco and went straight back to sleep.

Regarding Draco's fanaticism for dragons, Tom respected, understood, but couldn't resonate with it at all.

He thought this matter would end here without any follow-up, but one morning Tom was pulled by Draco again in the common room.

"What's wrong again, why are you so gloomy?" Tom asked helplessly as he sat down next to him.

Draco was feeling a bit depressed and confided to Tom: "Yesterday, Norbert was sent away, sent to the Weasley family's second child."

"Who is Norbert?" Tom couldn't remember who it was for a moment.

"Uh… Norbert, is the Norwegian Ridgeback dragon that hatched from the dragon egg that big idiot Hagrid got that I told you about some time ago. I was right next to it when it was born, such a small thing, so cute!"

Draco recalled the scene that day, and his heart was about to be melted by cuteness.

Tom hurriedly called a stop: "Hold on, get to the point."

Draco looked aggrieved: "The point is that it was sent away, and I was deducted 50 points and had to serve detention, can't you comfort me?"

"Wait, what's with the deduction of points and detention?" Tom was very curious, what big thing had Draco done again.

When asked about this, Draco immediately gnashed his teeth: "It's all that Weasley's fault, he left Harry's Invisibility Cloak on the roof, otherwise how would Professor McGonagall have caught us directly."

Tom looked incredulous after listening: "How is Weasley involved, aren't you two incompatible, how did you end up together again?"

"There's no way, who told Charlie Weasley to be Ron Weasley's brother, for Norbert, I endured it," Draco sighed, "If Dad hadn't forbidden me from raising a dragon on the family manor, how could Charlie Weasley have gotten the advantage."

Tom really didn't get Draco's point: "To be honest, I really don't understand why you're so fond of dragons?"

"It started because of my name, and then I read a lot of books about dragons when I was little, and I gradually came to like them. Don't you think it would be very majestic to have a dragon as a pet?"

After listening to Draco's words, especially the last sentence, Tom suddenly felt that it made a lot of sense. Looking at Miss Voldemort in the birdcage in the room, and then comparing it with the majestic dragon, the difference was too tragic. Thinking about it this way, Tom also began to consider whether to go somewhere to get a new pet.

Wait, a majestic pet! Tom suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten that there was a ready-made one in Hogwarts.

Tom Riddle, it would be too much to not go to the Chamber of Secrets to eat hot pot and sing songs with the Basilisk, it's just that Harry will be pitied for completely losing the material for leveling up in his second year.

Thinking of this, Tom, while lamenting the passing of his elderly, lying-flat life, patted Draco's shoulder and asked: "Don't sigh here, do you want to come with me to catch a majestic cute pet?"

"What cute pet?" A pleasant female voice interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Cassandra, you've come at the right time. Draco sent away his beloved yesterday, and to make up for the emptiness in his heart, I decided to take him to catch a cute pet together. Do you want to come?"

Cassandra frowned slightly: "How did you also get influenced by the novels written by those girls, speak properly. By the way, you haven't said what pet you're going to catch?"

"Basilisk!"

On a Saturday morning, when the three of them stood at the entrance of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, Draco repeatedly looked at the rooster in his hand, looking at Tom with a kind of disgust as if he were looking at a pervert: "Are you sure, this is the place you said to find the Basilisk, a girls' bathroom? And according to the 'Prohibition of Breeding Animals for Experimentation,' isn't Basilisk breeding illegal, is this really okay?"

"Please, the Basilisk cultivated by Slytherin, what does it have to do with Tom Riddle. And I'm sure the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is here, to be honest, Slytherin probably wouldn't have thought that the pipeline renovation back then would actually turn him into a pervert?"

Cassandra and Draco were greatly shocked, and silently began to sympathize with Salazar Slytherin in their hearts.

"It's you, Tom Riddle!" Just as Tom stepped into the bathroom, Moaning Myrtle inside suddenly stopped crying and screamed!

Tom asked knowingly: "You know me?"

"Hiss (Open)!" Tom whispered to the snake-shaped relief on the faucet.

The faucet rotated and changed rapidly with the sink. After a while, the sink disappeared from view, revealing a thick pipe that could accommodate one person.