Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

Three days later, in the Headmaster's office.

Tom sat listlessly in a chair, playing with the Philosopher's Stone.

That's right, the Philosopher's Stone. Tom had secretly slipped it into his pocket while Harry was unconscious and taken it back to study.

And Tom came to the Headmaster's office today because Dumbledore had sent him a small note: "Please come to the Headmaster's office, and bring the Philosopher's Stone with you. Password: Fizzing Whizbees."

At this moment, the headmaster portraits on the wall were looking at him nervously and warily, afraid that he would do something bad again if he wasn't careful.

The Sorting Hat, on the other hand, was very happy about Tom's arrival.

"Aguamenti!"

Before the Sorting Hat could even open its mouth and sing, Tom drenched it with water.

"That damned Tom Riddle, you actually used water on the great Sorting Hat! You should have been sorted into Azkaban in the first place."

Such words had about zero impact on Tom. He slowly took out a whole set of cleaning tools and walked towards the Sorting Hat with a grim smile: "I've put up with you for a long time. It's time to give you a thorough cleaning."

The Sorting Hat screamed in fright, "No… Don't come over here… Help! ! !"

When Dumbledore returned to the Headmaster's office after visiting Harry, he saw Tom putting the finishing touches on cleaning the Sorting Hat, even thoughtfully sticking a small red flower on it.

The Sorting Hat, on the other hand, looked utterly despondent. It had not only lost its accumulated millennia of grime, but Tom had also kept poking and prodding it, making it feel impure.

Seeing that the Sorting Hat was about to complain to Dumbledore, he unexpectedly said, "Well done, Tom, you have good taste."

This immediately shut the Sorting Hat down completely.

After finishing the cleaning, Tom put away his tools and casually tossed the Philosopher's Stone to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore caught the Philosopher's Stone and, seeing Tom's unhesitating manner, became curious: "You really don't have any attachment to it?"

Tom answered frankly, "Three days of playing with it is enough. The magic it contains is running low. No wonder you and Nicolas Flamel were able to bring it out to lure Voldemort without hesitation. Once it's taken back this time, it'll probably be destroyed. It's just a pity that this is probably the last Philosopher's Stone."

"You guessed right, Tom, but have you ever thought about creating a Philosopher's Stone in the future?" Dumbledore's eyes were full of encouragement as he looked at Tom.

Tom shook his head: "It can't be done, Professor. Although I don't know the specific process of creating a Philosopher's Stone, I can guess its main ingredients. The core of alchemy is equivalent exchange. Only life can exchange for life. I guess Nicolas Flamel only managed to create the Philosopher's Stone by chance during the Black Death outbreak in 14th century Europe."

"Clap, clap, clap..." Dumbledore couldn't help but applaud when he heard this, "Tom, you are one of the most outstanding students I have ever seen. Your guesses are all correct. By the way, would you like to meet Nicolas Flamel?"

Hearing Dumbledore's suggestion, Tom was stunned at first, then showed a look of joy. He hadn't even thought that he could meet this legendary alchemist before his death, and immediately agreed.

When Tom followed Dumbledore to Devon, to Nicolas Flamel's newly relocated residence in recent years, he thought he was going to visit a master, but he didn't expect to stumble upon him and his wife, Perenelle, arguing in the yard.

"I've been with you for over 600 years, and I'm really fed up with this unchanging life!"

"Me too, old woman, can you shut up and let me have some peace?"

"Are you嫌棄嫌弃 me now?!"

"Enough!"

Tom and Dumbledore looked at each other, awkwardly unable to advance or retreat.

"Ahem…"

At this moment, the arguing old couple noticed Dumbledore and Tom's figures outside the yard, and immediately changed their faces, welcoming them into the house with smiles.

After receiving the red tea personally prepared by Mrs. Perenelle Flamel, Dumbledore was about to introduce Tom, but he unexpectedly spoke first.

"Mr. Nicolas Flamel, and Mrs. Perenelle Flamel, my name is Tom Riddle, I'm very happy to meet you."

"I heard you arguing outside just now, and it seems the reason is that you've grown tired of each other after a long time together. I'm really embarrassed that I didn't bring a gift on this visit, so how about I take the liberty of treating you tonight?"

Nicolas Flamel felt that there was no way a 665-year-old man like him could let an 11-year-old wizard treat him, and was about to refuse when Tom's next words almost made him fall over.

"I heard that there seems to be a pretty good nightclub in Devon. I'll order ten female models for you, Mr. Nicolas Flamel, so you can have one last fling before you die."

"Of course, the quality of the male models in that club is also very good. I'll order ten male models for Mrs. Perenelle Flamel to have a good time as well."

"By the way, Professor Dumbledore, would you like to come along and see if there's anyone who looks like Grindelwald? Then you can do things to those male models that you want to do to Grindelwald but don't dare to."

"And Professor, don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped, I definitely won't tell Grindelwald."

Inside the room, Nicolas Flamel and his wife, as well as Dumbledore, looked at Tom with complex expressions.

'This young wizard is improper!'

Nicolas Flamel even frequently hinted at Dumbledore with his eyes: 'Is this your student?'

Dumbledore quickly shook his head: 'He's not, don't talk nonsense. He's Severus Snape's student!'

In the end, Tom was still very regretful that he didn't manage to form an elderly nightclub party, but Nicolas Flamel also heard something from Tom's rambling words: "You know I'm dying? Did Dumbledore tell you?"

Tom nodded.

Now Nicolas Flamel was a little curious about Tom: "You are a very magical young wizard. Among the wizards who know that I am about to enter death, you are the calmest. Many adult wizards cannot do this."

Tom originally came with the mindset of visiting elders, but now, hearing Nicolas Flamel mention death and seeing their aged and peaceful faces, he felt a little sentimental.

"A long journey through life, constantly losing your relatives, friends, and lovers, and ultimately being left alone is also a kind of pain. Now, ending this journey and entering death is just the beginning of another great adventure. Perhaps in the near future, Mr. Nicolas Flamel and I will be able to meet again."

Suddenly, Tom really wanted to make a figure of Grandma Cetralla Lily by hand.

"Why did you suddenly become so sentimental?" Dumbledore saw the atmosphere starting to become heavy and quickly changed the subject, "Tom, I brought you to see Nicolas, not to let you be sentimental."

Tom also remembered the biggest purpose of his coming with Dumbledore—to fleece the sheep.