Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

Who exactly lost out? In the end, Tom thought for a long time but couldn't figure out the answer, so he gave up thinking about it. After all, he hadn't lost out, had he?

As for Grindelwald, forget it. After all, the guy is so old, and he's been teaching diligently during this time. The Cruciatus Curse is finished, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has already entered the Imperius Curse teaching phase. If the progress is a little faster, they might even start learning the Fire Shield Charm before Christmas.

And as for his hobby of holding small gatherings, he'd endure it. With Voldemort's curse, it's hard to say whether Grindelwald will still be around next year. If Grindelwald withstands it, he, Tom, wouldn't mind strengthening it a bit.

Besides, if Grindelwald has any problems or purposes, isn't there Dumbledore to hold him back? After all, they are a couple. Maybe they already confessed everything to each other in the dead of night when emotions ran high. What would it be like for him, Tom, to interfere in their relationship?

Just as Tom decided not to entangle with Grindelwald for the time being, he finally remembered his dear brother-in-arms—Draco Malfoy.

Tom saw Draco again in the school hospital.

"How did you get into this state? I examined you carefully, and there's no magic on you."

Tom looked at Draco on the bed, wrapped like a rice dumpling, and asked in confusion.

Unfortunately, Draco on the bed just kept whimpering, tears almost bursting out, but he couldn't say a single clear word.

"What does he mean?"

Tom couldn't help but look at Cassandra, who had come to visit with him, trying to seek clarification.

Fortunately, Cassandra was reliable. After handing a glass of water to Tom, she took over the translation work for Draco.

"He said he was dragged into the girls' bathroom and beaten by that group of Lockhart's female fans. Um, pure fists and feet, no magic."

Tom was shocked when he heard this. Hogwarts had become a close-combat mage training base after being a base for cultivating dark wizards. Could it be that in the future, Hogwarts students would only put points into fist and foot strength, except for lighting the Lumos Charm and the Unforgivable Curses?

Not giving up, Tom confirmed with Cassandra again: "Really just fists and feet, no magic?"

Cassandra nodded, even describing it in more detail: "Yes, it's just fists and feet, but the power is by no means inferior to magic. After all, those girls used a series of moves such as punching, kicking, dislocating joints, scratching, grabbing hair, tearing mouths, pulling tongues, and poking eyes."

"Just asked Madam Pomfrey, she said Draco has multiple fractures all over his body. Basically, there's no good place from top to bottom, inside and out. His tongue and eyes are injured to varying degrees, and of course, the most serious injury is in the lower body. According to the current situation, it is estimated that he will have to lie here for at least a week before he can be discharged from the hospital."

After hearing this, Tom couldn't help but shudder, cold sweat almost flowing down. He looked at Draco on the bed with sympathy and asked, "So, what is this for? Just for the Black Magic Defense Class Teacher Removal Plan 2.0?"

"What else?" Cassandra said unhappily, "Please don't underestimate the combat power of Professor Lockhart's female fans in Hogwarts, especially when his popularity is at its peak. Draco didn't even dare to tell Lucius about this matter because it was too embarrassing."

"But now I finally understand the deep meaning of asking me to prepare a coffin for Draco. As expected, you still consider things thoroughly."

'That's not what I meant!'

Tom turned his head guiltily. After all, he seemed to have a little bit of responsibility for Draco getting into this state.

Just then, the door of the school hospital was slammed open, and a figure rushed in in a hurry.

"Injured like this, it seems he won't be able to make it to the Quidditch match against Gryffindor."

Marcus Flint looked at Draco lying on the hospital bed with a worried expression.

'No, I can do it, I will definitely make it to the game against Gryffindor!'

Draco shouted in his heart, but what came out of his mouth was a whimper.

Marcus looked at Draco sympathetically, patted him hard, and comforted him: "Malfoy, just take good care of your injuries. We won't let down your father's sponsorship of the Nimbus 2001s."

'You still know that the Nimbus 2001 was sponsored by my father, so why are you giving up on me like this? Give me another chance. Also, you almost sent me away just now, do you know that?'

Unfortunately, Marcus didn't understand the whimpering sounds coming from Draco's mouth and continued to say: "However, there is also bad news now. Terence Higgs was also unfortunately injured these two days and is lying next to you. Now our team is short of a Seeker. Malfoy, do you have any recommendations?"

'Look at me, I can still do it.'

Draco whimpered while looking at Tom with pleading eyes, hoping that Tom could say a few words for him.

Marcus immediately turned his head and looked at Tom, following Draco's gaze, which made Tom's heart skip a beat.

"You mean let Tom be the Seeker?" Marcus turned his gaze back to Draco and asked.

'No, no, it's me, you idiot.'

Marcus thought he agreed with this choice when he heard the whimpering in Draco's mouth. After thinking for a while, he said: "It doesn't seem impossible. Although I haven't seen Tom fly, he can do everything to the best of his ability. Maybe he will be a pleasant surprise as a Seeker."

"I'm sorry, can you listen to my opinion? I'm not suitable to be a Seeker," Tom looked at Marcus sincerely.

Unfortunately, Tom didn't understand and didn't want to understand Draco's words. At this time, he needed a punching bag, and Draco in front of him was just right.

So, a scream was heard in the school hospital, and then it fell silent. Draco lay on the hospital bed with a look of hopelessness.

Of course, Tom still had good intentions, giving Draco a small fist of love, um, pure physical attack, no wand used.

"So, what are you going to do now, omnipotent Dark Lord?"

After leaving the school hospital, Cassandra looked at Tom, who was looking up at the corridor ceiling at a 45-degree angle, and asked.

What she got in return was a helpless sigh from Tom.