Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

Tom stood still in the center of the arena, silently surveying the audience in the stands.

Seeing the small wizard, who was obviously still a child, occupying the stage that originally belonged to Grindelwald, the scene suddenly fell silent, then erupted into a riot.

"Where did this little guy come from? Hogwarts? Beauxbatons? Or Durmstrang?"

"Get down, this is not a place for you to stand."

"Get off, kids should go home and eat candy."

Some hot-tempered individuals even aimed their wands at Tom.

'Damn it, as expected, compared to Grindelwald's 188cm height, the stage presence of this little body is much worse. No applause is one thing, but there's so much noise.'

'But the good news is that I'm still young and will continue to grow. In the future, a height of 191 will definitely surpass Grindelwald, as long as I take care of my hair and nose.'

Tom cursed inwardly, but wore a proper smile on his face, and with a wave of his wand, he disarmed all the wands pointed at him.

The aura unique to a great wizard was fully unleashed, suppressing the noise in the arena, yet he remained silent.

This was an important lesson Tom had learned from the little mustache—the power of silence.

When the atmosphere was suppressed to the breaking point, Tom bowed to the audience, and tonight's performance officially began.

"Good evening, my brothers, my sisters, and my friends."

"Today, we gather here in accordance with our inner desires and beliefs, no longer bound by conventions, but to seek something new together."

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Tom Riddle, from Hogwarts, you can also call me Mr. Voldemort."

Grindelwald was very puzzled after hearing Tom's self-introduction. He, who was always paying attention to Dumbledore, didn't know that Hogwarts had produced another great wizard. Could it be that Dumbledore liked this type and was keeping him hidden? Thinking of this, his fist couldn't help but harden.

"I believe that many of you here hate Muggles, No-Maj, or those who cannot cast spells."

"But I am very sorry to tell you that I am not, I do not hate them, nor do I intend to fight for so-called hatred."

"In my opinion, they are not useless. They are just a group of people different from us, with different values."

"They should not be disposed of at will, but should be treated specially."

Listening to Tom's speech, Grindelwald had a sense of déjà vu. Shouldn't he be the one talking eloquently there? Something's not right, listen again.

"Magic will only appear in a few souls, only descend on those who have a higher pursuit of life."

"Our existence will benefit all mankind, because we will bring what mankind expects."

"It is freedom, it is truth, and it is love."

All his lines! Grindelwald looked at Tom's speech with a strange expression, both admiring and puzzled. Someone so in line with his thoughts and ideas would actually come from Hogwarts, where Dumbledore was.

Could Tom be taught by Dumbledore? If so, does it mean that Dumbledore finally agrees with his ideas and wants to reconcile with him? Thinking of this, Grindelwald's heart couldn't help but beat faster.

At this time, Tom's speech continued.

"Now is the time to let everyone see the future I have encountered. If we do not rise up and bring the world we expect, then what will we encounter?"

After speaking, Tom looked at Vinda Rosier, and Vinda Rosier looked at Grindelwald at the same time.

Seeing Grindelwald nod slightly in agreement, Vinda Rosier came to Tom's side holding a skull pipe.

Tom grabbed the pipe, took a deep breath, and smoke slowly exhaled from his mouth.

The torrent of steel, the roaring warplanes, the tragic fighting, scenes of World War II finally froze on the screen of nuclear peace.

Grindelwald's eyes lit up even more. The prophecy made by Tom was exactly the same as what he saw.

At this moment, Grindelwald seemed to see the shadows of Dumbledore and Grindelwald in Tom's eyebrows.

Look at this talent for prophecy, it has his Grindelwald's style.

If Tom knew what Grindelwald was thinking, he would definitely laugh out loud. With his divination talent of 2, it was impossible for him to see the future like Grindelwald. What he showed was just the past.

Just as the crowd at the scene was frightened by the apocalyptic scene displayed by Tom, several Death Eater members scattered in the crowd and placed under the Imperius Curse by Tom began to speak out one after another.

"Oh my god, it's terrible, what should we do?"

"Mr. Voldemort, can you stop all this?"

"Please, Mr. Voldemort, save us?"

That's right, Tom cast the Imperius Curse on them to make them shills. After all, how could a good performance be without shills?

Tom pressed his hands down, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Of course, of course, I will not sit idly by and watch this terrible future happen. The Ministry of Magic's 'Statute of Secrecy' is making the living space for us wizards smaller and smaller. Unilaterally retreating in front of Muggles will only allow us wizards to dissolve into the long river of history."

"Wizards are born noble. The magic in our blood and in our souls should allow us to stand above the high heavens, leading the Muggles forward and taking them into the stars."

"But now, look at what we are doing. Hiding, hiding in the shadows like rats. Those high-ranking Ministry of Magic officials are standing on the side of the Muggles for the sake of the so-called 'Statute of Secrecy', suppressing us, persecuting us."

"No, this is not right, we wizards should not be like this, so we must resist, fight against this injustice, and take back the honor and status that we wizards deserve."

At this time, the several shills arranged by Tom spoke out again.

"Resist!"

"Resist!"

"Resist!"

… …

The wizards, who were already stirred up by Tom, began to shout hesitantly under the stimulation of the shills, and as the shouts of this group of people joined in, the fanatical emotions gradually passed on to the people around them, and more people shouted.

"Resist!"

"Resist!"

"Resist!"

… …

Tom pressed his hands down again, and the shouts gradually subsided.

"My dear brothers, sisters, and friends, join the great team we are fighting for together—the Ob… cough cough… Death Eaters!"

Tom was a little embarrassed, he almost blurted out Stargazers just now, but fortunately he stopped in time. After all, Stargazers belonged to the 'Lawful Good' camp, so let's give this 'good thing' to the Death Eaters.

Fortunately, under the leadership of the shills, the scene became fanatical again.

"Death Eaters!"

"Death Eaters!"

"Death Eaters!"

"Voldemort!"

"Voldemort!"

"Voldemort!"

… … …

Grindelwald looked at the fanatical scene in front of him, things were bad, his home was stolen.