Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

Grindelwald settling in at Hogwarts, Tom found it very Hogwarts-like, surprisingly normal… NOT.

“What’s wrong with you this time?”

Cassandra asked curiously, watching Tom slam the table in anger once again.

“I’m going to the Headmaster’s office to have a good discussion with Dumbledore about the serious topic of Hogwarts being the safest place in the world.”

As he said this, the resentment on Tom’s body was almost uncontrollable.

Cassandra looked at Tom strangely: “Why? Isn’t it common knowledge that Hogwarts is the safest place in the world? What’s there to discuss?”

Hearing Cassandra say this, Tom was inexplicably choked, and said unhappily: “Hogwarts, the safest place? The Dark Lord has already moved in with his bags.”

Hearing this, Cassandra was even more puzzled: “But hasn’t the Dark Lord already moved in? Why do you want to discuss this with Dumbledore now? And even if you want to discuss it, it doesn’t seem appropriate for you to go in person, does it?”

“……”

Tom felt like he had punched cotton, very frustrated, and sighed, quite helplessly: “Cassandra!”

“Hmm?”

“Well said, please don’t say it again next time.”

Cassandra really felt inexplicable. Did the Dark Lord break his brain again?

Tom decided to skip this topic. He looked at the empty gathering place of the Stargazers and asked strangely: “Why are there so few people at the gatherings these past two days? Where did they all go? Do you have any recruitment plans this year?”

“There are no recruitment plans for the time being. Hermione and the others who were in charge have all gone to participate in Professor Lockhart’s Defense Against the Dark Arts club. After all, it’s the most popular gathering at Hogwarts right now. The participants are all personally invited by Professor Lockhart, and even so, there are still endless people who want to join. As for the Stargazers, alas…”

Speaking of this, Cassandra felt quite helpless. Who told Lockhart to be so popular right now?

Tom felt his fists clench involuntarily. He knew that nothing good would come of encountering Grindelwald. Didn’t he get his home stolen as soon as the school year started?

The key is that Grindelwald didn’t invite him! How much does he look down on him? Doesn’t Tom Riddle need face?

“Forget it, this year, just trick as many as we can into joining the team.”

Tom thought for a while and then asked Cassandra: “What about Draco? I haven’t seen him much these past few days. Has he not been doing anything?”

Cassandra glanced at Tom strangely: “Isn’t Draco still working on version 2.0 of the plan to expel the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher that you and he came up with? I thought you knew.”

Cassandra suddenly felt that the Dark Lord’s brain had indeed broken again.

Just like that, Tom received a message from two Weasleys whom he had long forgotten in the midst of his new semester troubles.

“This Saturday, Hogsmeade, let’s have a good discussion about game development.”

Tom looked at the textbooks he was carrying with him today, unsure, then looked again, and became furious.

What did George and Fred mean? He was only in his second year, not even old enough to go to Hogsmeade.

As for sneaking off, please, who doesn’t know that Tom is the most law-abiding good boy in all of Hogwarts? How could he do such a thing that violates school rules?

Resist, must resolutely resist.

So, on Saturday morning, in the newly opened Arl Café in Hogsmeade Village, Tom and the Weasley twins sat together and talked happily.

“We’ve been waiting for you for a long time. You were the one who said on the train that we should develop a game together, but we couldn’t get any news from you. We had no choice but to come and find you.”

Tom felt a little embarrassed when he heard George say this. After all, he was the one who forgot about it first, so he quickly apologized: “I’m sorry, I’ve been too busy recently. Let me treat you today as an apology.”

Just as Tom was about to order, the waiter had already placed a cup of coffee in front of Tom and respectfully saluted: “This is on the house for you, Dark Lord!”

'Slander, this is slandering me!'

Tom was screaming inwardly.

Didn’t he see that the Weasley twins were looking at him differently, and were jokingly shouting “Dark Lord”, “Dark Lord”, as if they were afraid that others wouldn’t know.

Tom tiredly pushed the coffee back to the waiter: “I think you’ve made a mistake, I’m not the Dark Lord!”

The waiter looked at the bar with embarrassment. Tom followed his gaze and was immediately shocked.

He saw a woman holding a piece of parchment like a wanted poster, and after carefully comparing it again, she nodded to the waiter for help to confirm.

And this woman was no stranger to Tom. Although she was older, Tom recognized at a glance that she was indeed the French Black Rose—Vida Rosier.

Combining this with the name of the newly opened café, Tom immediately understood who was behind it.

'Damn it, the lingering Grindelwald, how come you’re everywhere? Dumbledore, aren’t you going to control your old lover? Hogwarts is almost surrounded by the Acolytes!'

Tom cursed inwardly while tearfully accepting Grindelwald’s coffee. It wouldn’t be a waste to drink the Emperor’s treat.

At this time, the Weasley twins also noticed something was wrong, put away their hippie smiles, and started talking to Tom about business without asking any further questions.

“So what exactly is the game you plan to develop?”

Tom took a sip of coffee and once again told the Weasley twins the story of “Yu-Gi-Oh” without any politeness. After all, it’s only 1992 now, and Tom unceremoniously accepted Takahashi-san’s copyright. Besides, wouldn’t a transmigrator be considered a transmigrator if they didn’t plagiarize once?

“Genius, absolutely genius design!”

After listening to Tom’s story and seeing the Duel Disk and card drafts that Tom brought, George and Fred were both excited.

Moreover, in the pie that Tom drew, if there is another battle of the century like Dumbledore vs. Grindelwald in the future, the two sides will no longer be pointing wands at each other, but will directly unfold the Duel Disk and shout: “Duel!” “My turn, draw!”

Fire God’s Opening vs. Fire Shield, turning into Black Magician vs. Blue-Eyes White Dragon, Traitor Dragon vs. Obelisk the Tormentor, this scene is too awesome.

Immediately, the Weasley twins vowed that they would take on the development task.

As for Tom, aren’t the Weasley twins, two alchemical geniuses with guaranteed character, cheap prices, and guaranteed technology, the chosen workers?

In this way, the two sides hit it off without any hesitation.

After finalizing the cooperation, Tom took the lead to get up and leave.

Walking out of the door, looking at the brand new signboard of Arl Café, Tom’s expression flickered. It was time to add some obstacles to a certain centenarian who had been jumping around a lot recently.