Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

Just as Professor McGonagall was losing her composure and berating the instigator, the parents of the Muggle-born wizarding students who had been watching the spectacle for quite some time could no longer bear it and apologetically and tactfully requested to withdraw their children from Hogwarts.

Subsequently, they disregarded Professor McGonagall's attempts to dissuade them and hastily departed with their children.

At that moment, Voldemort's long-cherished ambition of purifying Hogwarts was inadvertently achieved in Tom's hands.

A truly joyous occasion.

Meanwhile, our instigator, Tom, appeared on the outskirts of Knockturn Alley.

Only when Tom truly stepped into Knockturn Alley did he genuinely feel the difference between it and Diagon Alley.

Filth, darkness, danger, disorder—the dark side of the magical world was vividly displayed here.

"Hehehe, a little Hogwarts wizard. Child, why are you here alone?"

Tom had barely taken a few steps when an old hag with a missing front tooth 'kindly' blocked his path.

Tom blinked his innocent, wide eyes and looked at the old hag with a naive expression: "I got separated from my family. Grandma, can you take me to find them?"

"Of course, of course, I'll take you to see them right now." The old hag revealed a 'benevolent' smile and led Tom into the depths of Knockturn Alley.

Along the way, some dark wizards noticed Tom and the old hag and quietly followed them.

It wasn't until the old hag led Tom into a dead-end alley that she stopped.

By this time, Tom's retreat was blocked by four other dark wizards, while several more were observing from the alley entrance.

"Ursula, is this another good piece of merchandise you've found? A Hogwarts student? Aren't you afraid of Dumbledore's retaliation?" One of the middle-aged male wizards blocking the way asked the old hag named Ursula.

Ursula revealed a sinister smile: "Yes, a top-quality ingredient. It's quite normal for a few small wizards like this to disappear each year. Even if Dumbledore wants to investigate afterward, we can just hide somewhere, and he definitely won't have that much time to find us."

Another older male wizard spoke up: "Heh heh, what you said makes sense, but everyone gets a share. I want a portion of this little wizard too."

"That won't do. This is the prey I spotted first."

Tom coldly watched them bargain in front of him, completely disregarding his presence, as if he were already a lamb to the slaughter.

Finally, after the group agreed on a final distribution plan, Ursula finally looked at Tom: "Little wizard, do you have any last words? I'm kindly giving you this opportunity."

Upon hearing this, Tom's eyes welled up with tears: "Please, spare me, don't kill me."

"That won't do." A playful smile appeared on Ursula's face; she found Tom's futile struggles before death quite amusing.

"Alright, child, your opportunity is gone, so die..."

Before Ursula could finish her sentence, a green light silently struck her, and she, who had been playing with her prey as a hunter, died without closing her eyes.

However, the green light of the Killing Curse did not disappear immediately after Ursula's death but bounced onto one of the male wizards blocking the way.

And after that male wizard lost his breath, the green light jumped again until the last dark wizard blocking the way fell, and then the green light disappeared.

The wizards observing at the alley entrance, upon seeing this terrifying scene, were preparing to flee, but they were blocked by Fiendfyre, and Tom's voice rang out from the dead-end alley at the right moment.

"Uncles and aunts, I'm so scared, can you stay and keep me company for a while?"

The seemingly weak and helpless tone sent chills down the spines of the group of dark wizards.

"Run!!!"

Someone shouted loudly, and the dark wizards, who had been stunned by fear, reacted and were about to Apparate away when a green light arrived as scheduled.

In an instant, their lives were reaped by the Grim Reaper's scythe, and none of them escaped.

Looking at the dark wizards lying on the ground, Tom condescended to bend down and rummage through their bodies. After a long while, he stood up and cursed: "Poor bastards! All a bunch of poor bastards! You're embarrassed to call yourselves dark wizards with this little money; it's utterly shameful."

Tom threw the items into the undetectable extension charm bag with disdain, and a burst of Fiendfyre turned them into ashes, scattered in the air.

Tom's series of actions were so practiced that it was heartbreaking.

When Tom returned to the main road of Knockturn Alley again, this time no foolhardy dark wizards jumped out on their own accord, and Tom smoothly arrived at the largest store in Knockturn Alley—Borgin and Burkes.

As Tom pushed the door open, Mr. Borgin was sorting through the merchandise.

"Closed today. Come back another day to buy or sell things." Hearing the sound of the door opening, Mr. Borgin didn't even raise his head and spoke directly to Tom.

Mr. Borgin stood up from the pile of goods, bent over, came to the counter, brushed away the greasy hair hanging on his face, and carefully looked at the person who had come.

"…"

Mr. Borgin rubbed his eyes uncertainly; he seemed to see an old acquaintance.

He looked at the calendar on the counter again. It was 1992, that's right. Could it be that he was under a hallucination?

Not willing to give up, he slapped himself hard, but nothing changed.

Mr. Borgin had no choice but to ask Tom in his greasy voice: "May I ask, what's your name?"

Tom, who had been quietly smiling and watching Mr. Borgin's performance, politely replied: "You can still call me Little Tom."

Hearing this expected answer, Mr. Borgin's hanging heart completely died.

Tom took a step forward and politely and appropriately asked again: "Mr. Borgin, what's the result of my application?"

"You should know that I worked here for more than ten years decades ago and can be considered a veteran employee. I'm very familiar with the work process, and we can easily discuss the salary and benefits."

Hearing this, Mr. Borgin could no longer maintain his composure and fell to the ground, trembling, and said: "The Dark Lord!"

Seeing this, Tom quickly helped him up and carefully patted the dust off his body.

"You were my former boss; you don't need to treat me like this. Do you think I can rejoin the company?"

Hearing Tom's words, Mr. Borgin had a feeling that his life was over and dared not answer Tom, after all, in his mind, the person appearing in front of him now was Voldemort, not the fledgling Tom Riddle of that year.

And when he saw Tom take out his yew wand and say the next sentence, Mr. Borgin felt a surge of heat between his legs.

"By the way, Mr. Borgin, can you settle the wages you owed and deducted from me back then now?"