Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

The 225th Loop

After meeting with the Dark Lord, I once again prevented him from wanting to play cards.

Today, I, Cassandra Vawrey, have once again maintained the peace of the magical world. If I weren't in a loop, I think I could even receive a Order of Merlin, First Class.

Thinking about it this way, I instantly feel like I'm losing out big time. Alas, when will these terrible days come to an end?

Perhaps the Dark Lord saw my frustration, and suddenly kindly offered to help me earn some pocket money.

This time, I was truly angry. Me, Cassandra Vawrey, the young lady of the Vawrey family, am I the kind of person who lacks pocket money?

Unfortunately, the Dark Lord didn't allow me to refuse, and unceremoniously stuffed a stack of papers directly into my hands.

Huh? "Dog and Wolf: A Sweet Cohabitation Life." What is this thing? After carefully flipping through it, it turned out to be about Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. But this familiar writing style is very similar to that of the recent best-selling novelist, Harley Evans.

Could it be that the Dark Lord is Harley Evans? Isn't that too outrageous? It shouldn't be, right?

Unfortunately, the Dark Lord's next words personally shattered my idealized image of him.

"I'm planning to start a new book recently, tentatively titled 'The GGAD Chronicles.' This great work has profound significance for the study of the 20th-century magical world history, and this time I plan to use the pen name Ariana Grindelwald."

"So, I'm giving you this unfinished novel. You can think carefully about the following plot in the loop. After breaking free from the loop, I'll allow you to continue publishing under the pen name Harley Evans. Don't worry, I have acquaintances in both 'The Daily Prophet' and 'The Quibbler,' so your manuscripts won't be rejected."

At this moment, my hand holding the manuscript was a little trembling.

So, Harley Evans really is the Dark Lord.

What happened to the ruthless killer who was supposed to shroud the magical world in fear? Now he's reduced to writing fanfiction?

Although it's written very well, and I love reading it, you're the Dark Lord! What about your image? What about your prestige? If your identity is exposed, what will the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix think?

Wait, it seems like the Dark Lord just said he would let me inherit the pen name of Harley Evans. Please, I'm just a poor, young, and helpless Slytherin second-year witch! Facing Professor Snape, Sirius Black, and Lupin, I'm really going to get beaten to death!

As for the Dark Lord daring to provoke Dumbledore and Grindelwald, that's because he's relying on his strength to hold on. This little girl really can't do it.

Suddenly, why do I have the urge to be glad that James Potter died early?

Harry, I'm sorry.

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The 285th Loop

Once again, after meeting with the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord started acting crazy again.

"Cassandra, tell me, now that Headmaster Dumbledore and his old flame have reunited and are singing and dancing every day, but look at the other professors at Hogwarts, except for Grindelwald, every single one of them is single! Don't you think the headmaster is going too far?!"

"Ah?!!"

I have to say, the Dark Lord's thought process is indeed peculiar. If he hadn't said it, I wouldn't have realized it. Now that I think about it carefully, it's really like that.

So, under the threat of the Dark Lord's wand, I knocked on the door of Professor Snape's office. As expected, I was greeted by a torrent of venomous words from Professor Snape. Fortunately, the Dark Lord left me a backup plan. After paying two limited-edition Lily and Harry cards, I was able to escape smoothly.

But after that, I never had the courage to knock on the door of another professor's office again. After all, I'm a Slytherin, not a Gryffindor. Even if the Dark Lord gave me a Killing Curse, I wouldn't do it.

The Dark Lord probably saw my attitude and sighed: "Forget it, this matter is too difficult for you. Just remember, after breaking free from the loop, remember to remind me, I'll go find Dumbledore to organize this blind date. After all, he can't be the only one enjoying himself there. Everyone being good is truly good."

At this, I breathed a sigh of relief. It seems I've passed this test.

Suddenly, I really want to break into Azkaban and rescue Bellatrix. I really can't handle the Dark Lord! Only a madman can defeat a psychopath! Please come back!

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The 365th Loop

Counting the time, I've already spent a year in the loop. When will these terrible days come to an end?

After meeting with the Dark Lord, this time he didn't act crazy, but said he would give me a little surprise.

But I didn't feel happy because of the Dark Lord's little surprise. After all, facing the Dark Lord's strange thought processes every day, it's really not easy for me to have survived to this day. Who knows if the little surprise the Dark Lord is talking about is a real surprise or a fright?

In the evening, I came to the Black Lake, where I had agreed to meet the Dark Lord. He handed me a small potion bottle.

My first reaction after taking the potion was, did I know too many of the Dark Lord's secrets? Is he finally unable to bear it and going to kill me to silence me?

So I begged the Dark Lord to give me a chance to leave a will for my mom and dad.

As a result, I was heavily flicked on the forehead by the Dark Lord: "What are you thinking? Do I need a potion to kill someone? Isn't a Killing Curse enough to solve the problem? Drink it quickly, it's good for you."

That makes sense. Hearing the Dark Lord say this, I could only bite the bullet and drink the potion.

As the potion entered my stomach, I felt a boiling sensation in the magic within my body. And at this time, Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who had been secretly peeping for who knows how long, appeared once again.

And, as expected, I became the guinea pig for the three of them again, letting them point and poke at me with their wands.

As my magic power exploded, I felt that my magic power intensity had increased by a large level, and I couldn't help but ask the three people in front of me: "What exactly is going on?"

In the end, Headmaster Dumbledore came forward to answer my question: "In cycle after cycle, Miss Vawrey's magic power has reached a critical value. Everything we just did was to help guide Miss Vawrey to successfully complete this magic power explosion. Now the time has come, it's time to end it."

Fortunately, fortunately, these big shots still have a conscience towards a shrimp like me. And in the end, the Dark Lord did not break his promise and indeed gave me a little surprise.

The fireworks blooming brilliantly in the night sky were indeed very beautiful, but looking at Dumbledore and Grindelwald on the side, and the several couples in the distance, Dark Lord, don't you think the two of us being here is a little out of place?

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The Next Day

After getting up, just as I mechanically wanted to answer Pansy's question, I suddenly heard her say: "It is said that in the Quidditch match with Gryffindor in a few days, the seeker is actually Tom. Cassandra, do you know what's going on?"

At this moment, I knew, the loop, has ended!