Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

"I... I'm sorry!"

Faced with the faint green light emanating from Tom's wand, Mr. Borgin finally succumbed to the violent extortion of his wages.

"So, sir, do you think this money is enough?"

Watching Mr. Borgin tremble as he pulled out a bag of Galleons from the counter, Tom paused, his outstretched hand not immediately reaching out to take it.

He felt that something was wrong. This didn't feel right. How did his prestige suddenly plummet, turning him from a Dark Lord into a street thug collecting protection money? This wasn't the result he wanted.

Seeing that Tom didn't reach out to take it, Mr. Borgin's greasy face showed visible nervousness, fearing that Tom would be unhappy and 'bite him,' so he hurriedly stuffed the money bag into Tom's hand.

The force was fierce, the speed was fast, a posture of 'I'll die if you don't accept it,' leaving Tom with a head full of black lines.

He had brewed his own bitter fruit, so he had no choice but to swallow it himself.

Tearfully and reluctantly accepting the money bag, Tom slowly wandered between the store's shelves, Mr. Borgin following closely behind, bowing and being careful.

"What is this thing?"

"A Hand of Glory. Just light a candle, and the candlelight will only illuminate the person holding it."

"Good, wrap it up."

"Yes, sir."

"Then what about this?"

"An Opal Necklace, cursed, has caused the deaths of 19 Muggles."

"I'll take it."

"Very well, sir."

Tom swept through the store's merchandise like a protagonist in a 'Godly Rich' novel, returning fully loaded with large and small packages.

"How much is it in total?"

Just as Mr. Borgin was preparing to send Tom, this plague god, out the door, he heard Tom say something unbelievable.

"I'm sorry, sir, could you please say that again?"

Mr. Borgin suspected he hadn't heard clearly and asked again.

"How much is it in total?"

This time, Mr. Borgin finally heard clearly, a look of disbelief on his face. He simply couldn't believe that the Dark Lord would actually pay. Shouldn't he just use the Killing Curse?

"No, no need, sir. Take these. Consider it my tribute to you. No need for money."

Mr. Borgin waved his hands repeatedly. Please, how many lives did he have to dare accept the Dark Lord's money?

Even if the Dark Lord didn't care, who knew when a Death Eater madman would find out and ambush him, this old man? He was just an 'ordinary' merchant.

Tom frowned displeased at Mr. Borgin, wondering if this old fellow was planning to ruin his reputation.

"Fair trade is one of the most important virtues in the world."

The Dark Lord, he's actually quite nice.

Tom, who had gained a lot, left the dark Knockturn Alley. When he returned to the sunny Diagon Alley, he was immediately unaccustomed to this contrast, feeling a sense of disorientation.

Only...

"Why are there so few people in Diagon Alley today?"

Tom muttered to himself in confusion, looking at the empty street in front of him.

After purchasing the complete set of Lockhart's books at Flourish and Blotts, Tom, who had painfully lost a large sum of Galleons, once again drew a circle to curse this big idiot.

And when Tom was getting robes tailored at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, he found that Madam Malkin was absent-minded and sighed repeatedly.

Seeing this, Tom kindly asked, "What's wrong, Madam? Do you have something on your mind?"

Perhaps it was Tom's charming appearance, Madam Malkin began to ramble and tell Tom about her unease.

"There haven't been many people all day today. It is said that someone has sealed the entrance to Diagon Alley."

"I don't know which bastard did such a wicked thing. Now many wizards, especially Muggle-born wizards, can't get in or out. What will happen to business during this time?"

Upon hearing this, Tom felt guilty and dared not meet Madam Malkin's eyes.

After receiving the tailored robes, Tom secretly glanced at the entrance of Diagon Alley.

At this time, the entrance was already crowded with people.

"Which bastard did it, get out here!"

"Help! Help me!"

"Haven't the people from the Ministry of Magic come yet? When will we be able to leave?"

Various curses and cries for help rose and fell, a true reflection of human nature.

Tom watched for a while and then quietly slipped away. Things had gotten out of hand, and his small body couldn't handle it.

Raising 'Voldemort' for a thousand days, using 'Voldemort' for a moment. Now is the time to let old Voldemort play his role.

Secretly returning to the intersection of Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, confirming that no one was paying attention, he took out his wand and pointed it at the sky.

"Morsmordre!"

After reciting the spell, Tom ran away without looking back.

A huge green skull head with a tongue-like serpent protruding from its enormous mouth hung high in the air, visible to everyone in Diagon Alley.

The entire Diagon Alley seemed to have been paused, becoming silent for a moment. A sense of fear spread among the crowd, followed by an even greater commotion.

Terrified screams, the pushing and shoving of the crowd, helpless cries, the whole street became like the end of the world, chaotic and disorderly.

Some Muggle parents were even so frightened that they lost confidence in the safety of the wizarding world, shouting there

"Withdrawal!"

"Withdrawal!"

"Withdrawal!"

While Diagon Alley was in chaos, Tom, as the instigator, had already returned to the orphanage, leisurely lying on the bed and entering a sweet dream.

The next day, Tom reluctantly moved down from the bed after sleeping soundly.

At this time, Miss Voldemort had already brought Tom today's Daily Prophet.

[Yesterday, a Dark Mark appeared in Diagon Alley, suspected to be Death Eater remnants sealing the entrance to Diagon Alley. This incident caused a large-scale riot, causing huge economic losses to Diagon Alley. Furthermore, many Hogwarts Muggle students' parents expressed deep concern about the safety of the wizarding world and requested withdrawal.]

[Headmaster Dumbledore has visited the families of these students overnight and has now obtained the understanding of most parents, who have agreed to return to school.]

[However, according to unnamed sources, Headmaster Dumbledore is suspected of using illegal means in this process. We hereby call on the Ministry of Magic to intervene in the investigation and restore Headmaster Dumbledore's innocence.]

[The Ministry of Magic, as the responsible party, performed terribly in this incident, causing public dissatisfaction. Minister Cornelius Fudge came forward and stated that the Ministry of Magic would definitely investigate this incident to the end and would never let go of the instigator.]

[And according to insiders, Mr. Barty Crouch, the former Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, has issued an impeachment internally regarding Minister Cornelius Fudge's dereliction of duty. Regarding the future development of the situation, our reporter will continue to follow up. — Rita Skeeter]

Tom put down the newspaper in satisfaction.

That's right, that's the truth. This matter was done by Voldemort and his Death Eaters, and it has nothing to do with him, Tom Riddle. Even if Dumbledore comes in person, he will still say so.

No longer paying attention to the disturbances in the wizarding world, Tom packed his mood and luggage, greeted Miss Voldemort, and said goodbye to Mother Anna. He then used the remaining time of the summer vacation to embark on a journey again.

"This time, the target, Egypt!"