Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

Sirius Black, ever since receiving the ‘gift’ meticulously prepared by Tom that day, had become withdrawn. Now, he felt that he would be pointed at as soon as he showed his face, with people speculating about a CP relationship between him, James, and Snape.

Heaven and earth bore witness, he and James were truly just good friends. As for Snape, they were mortal enemies, okay? Did people not understand the meaning of mortal enemies?

On the day he received the book, Sirius wrote a letter to the publisher to protest. The next day, the reply informed him of a cruel reality: This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental. In short, complaints and protests were welcome, but if it delayed the publisher from making money, he should quickly and swiftly get lost.

And so, Sirius locked himself at home, crouching in a corner drawing circles, never going out. Even the daily shopping was done by Harry.

But Tom had no time to care about the Gryffindor fool; his entire focus was now on the Black ancestral home.

The day after moving into Sirius Black's apartment, Tom secretly Apparated to Grimmauld Place in the middle of the night.

Finding numbers 11 and 13, Tom took out his wand and pointed it between them, but the more he probed, the uglier his expression became. It was indeed as he had expected.

Powerful protective spells. Even without the Fidelius Charm currently in place, the protective spells cast on the old house by generations of the ancient Black family were enough to prevent outsiders from intruding.

Tom didn't have that much time to spend here slowly breaking the spells, so he left immediately to find another way.

The next morning, Tom went to Malfoy Manor.

"Ah—"

Lucius and Narcissa had just gotten out of bed when they discovered someone standing at their bedside, staring intently at them, as if catching them in the act.

Narcissa, lacking the demeanor of a proper lady, screamed loudly and grabbed the blanket to wrap herself up.

"Dad, Mom, are you in there? What happened?" Draco, hearing his mother's scream, quickly ran over to ask.

"Little Dragon, it's nothing. There was just a cockroach. You go back first, Mom and Dad need to change clothes."

After dismissing Draco, Narcissa and Lucius finally clearly saw the person who had come, and their nerves immediately tightened.

Fortunately, Tom didn't know what Narcissa was thinking, otherwise he would definitely cry out in protest. He didn't have Cao Cao's hobby.

At this moment, Tom had no intention of paying attention to their feelings, and directly stated the purpose: "Narcissa, take me into the Black ancestral home."

Narcissa looked at Tom with difficulty: "Lord, I'm sorry, I can't do that. The ownership of the old house is now in the hands of my cousin Sirius Black. Only with his permission can someone outside the Black family enter the old house."

"Understood, Narcissa. I hope you are not deceiving me."

Seeing that he couldn't get the desired result from Narcissa, Tom didn't hesitate to Apparate away directly.

After leaving Malfoy Manor and returning to Sirius Black's apartment, Tom slowly pondered what to do next.

Tom, who had carefully observed Narcissa the entire time, knew that she wasn't lying, so he didn't need to risk sneaking into Azkaban again to find Bellatrix or to find Andromeda Tonks, whom he didn't even know.

"Then, next is to find Regulus's body, or..."

Just as Tom was immersed in thought, Harry's voice came from outside the door.

"Sirius, Tom, I'm going out to shop. I might be back a little later today."

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Tom walked out of the room and saw Sirius Black, still withdrawn, in the living room. He suddenly felt that he could use a simpler and more direct method.

He secretly walked behind Sirius Black, raised his wand, and aimed it at his back.

"Imperio!"

The unprepared Sirius Black's mind went blank, and a voice rang in his ears, ordering him: "Take me to number 12 Grimmauld Place, the Black ancestral home."

Tom and Sirius Black Apparated together to Grimmauld Place. Approaching numbers 11 and 13 again, this time with Sirius Black, the house suddenly changed.

Numbers 11 and 13 shifted to the sides, revealing number 12 Grimmauld Place in the middle.

Sirius Black personally opened the door to welcome Tom inside.

With Sirius Black's permission, Tom easily entered the house.

Then—

"Stupefy!"

"Obliviate!"

Tom kindly cast the spells smoothly on Sirius Black, who had just entered, and then threw him out of the not-yet-closed door, thoughtfully adding a Banishing Charm for him.

Kreacher, noticing the commotion, came out and saw this scene.

"Langlock!"

"Immobulus!"

"Imperio!"

"Take me to get the locket left behind by Regulus."

Before Kreacher could react, Tom unleashed a smooth set of operations. Under the Imperius Curse, Kreacher immediately led Tom up the stairs.

Along the way, Tom remained cautious, especially when passing the portrait of Walburga Black, being even more careful, and even pulling the black curtain over her in advance.

Without waking the sleeping portraits along the way, Tom quickly and smoothly arrived at the fifth floor.

"No entry without permission. Regulus Arcturus Black"

Looking at the sign hanging on the door of the room, Tom felt that this was more like it.

Following Kreacher into the room, seeing the yellowed clippings about Voldemort, Tom felt inexplicably embarrassed.

Soon Kreacher found the Slytherin locket from Regulus's drawer and handed it to Tom.

Tom's mood suddenly became cheerful as he took the locket. After all, he had been thinking about this thing since last year, and he only got it now.

"Obliviate!"

In a great mood, Tom cast an Obliviate spell directly on Kreacher, who was still under the Imperius Curse, and then, leaving behind a Riddle-customized Slytherin locket, quickly left the Black ancestral home.

Outside the door, Sirius Black was still lying dead outside the door. Tom added a Stunning Spell and carried him back to the apartment.

Returning to the apartment, Tom found that Harry hadn't returned yet, so he stripped Sirius Black naked and threw him on the bed.

Then Tom went to a nightclub and found the most beautiful model, sent her a Stunning Spell, packed her up back to the apartment, turned her into a naked body as well, threw her next to Sirius Black, and smoothly modified their memories. He thoughtfully covered them with a quilt to prevent them from catching a cold, and then helped them take a precious commemorative photo.

Finally, Tom left a note for Harry, telling him that Sirius Black was contributing to human reproduction, and that he was leaving first so as not to disturb them, and thoughtfully told Harry not to disturb them.

Look, he, Tom Riddle, was so hardworking and thoughtful in order to help Sirius Black get rid of his stigma and cheer him up.

After doing all this, Tom Apparated away, found a deserted place, took out the locket, and then went through the familiar process.

In the light, Tom once again admired the Voldemort soul fragment's shrill screams and the obliteration of consciousness.

When everything settled, Tom picked up the locket and skillfully absorbed the remaining pure white substance.

After a burst of pain, Tom felt that some kind of barrier had been broken. The whole world began to change. Magic power and spell levels broke through Lv.9, and all talents were above Lv.10, except for the 2 points in Divination.

Before Tom could examine it carefully, the combat crystallization once again appeared abruptly in mid-air, emitting an orange light.