Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

"Severus, how is the investigation going?"

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, the front page of the Prophet spread out on the desk, featuring Rita Skeeter's article, 'Massive Diarrhea Outbreak at Hogwarts Quidditch Match: Who is to Blame?'

Thinking about the Ministry of Magic investigation he had just dealt with, Dumbledore looked slightly weary.

It had been two full days since the only mass diarrhea incident in Hogwarts history.

He, Dumbledore, had never seen such a maddening scene in all his years.

Recalling the past two days, where he, along with the entire teaching staff and some senior students, had been cleaning up the yellowish-brown mess in the castle, he felt like he had used more 'Scourgify' in those two days than in the past century. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he could still faintly smell a strange odor in the castle.

Moreover, many of the toilets in the bathrooms were still clogged. Imagining himself, Dumbledore, standing in front of a toilet, with Grindelwald watching, using magic to unclog the pipes, even with his composure, he couldn't help but shudder.

Such a scene was too terrifying. This great task should be left to Filch and the students.

Snape, standing in front of Dumbledore, seemed to have the same thoughts. Rarely did their minds align, and his already gloomy face turned even more unpleasant.

"I haven't found anything unusual. It's as if it really was just a case of food poisoning."

Dumbledore frowned slightly, clearly not satisfied with Snape's answer: "Then, Severus, what is your opinion on this matter?"

"If someone really did use a potion, and managed to do it so discreetly that it can't be detected afterward, I think there's only one person in the entire Hogwarts who is most likely to be capable of it, but…"

Snape hesitated, recalling the day Tom ran over to him to抢 the toilet,击退 him with one blow, and pulled down his pants to defecate in front of him. It had to be said that it was too辣眼睛, and even now, he still felt a隐隐作呕 feeling.

So, even if this Dark Lord has the ability, what about the motive? It can't be to win the Quidditch match, right?

If he said that, would Dumbledore believe him? He might even laugh and say he was overthinking things.

Besides, the Dark Lord using a potion and then personally falling victim to it, suffering diarrhea along with them, is that something a normal person would do?

Accustomed to Tom's direct style, Dumbledore didn't beat around the bush and directly asked Tom, although it was a question, his tone was full of certainty.

"Of course not. Professor, do you have any evidence? If you don't have evidence, I'll sue you for defamation," Tom quickly denied. "Besides, I'm also a victim. I haven't even asked for compensation yet!"

"Could it be that you, Professor, embezzled our food expenses, causing the cafeteria to use inferior ingredients, which led to this incident?"

"Tom, I do not embezzle your food expenses!"

Dumbledore didn't realize that his image in Tom's eyes was actually like this.

Moreover, Tom's denial didn't convince Dumbledore. His intuition told him that this matter was definitely related to Tom.

"This matter was definitely not done by me, Tom Riddle. I can make a magical oath!"

Listening to Tom's confident assurances, even daring to make a magical oath, Dumbledore suddenly became suspicious. Could it be that Tom really didn't do it? After all, he was just guessing and didn't have any substantial evidence.

In the end, the conversation between the two was destined to be fruitless.

Just as Tom was about to get up and leave, Dumbledore abruptly asked Tom: "Tom, if it were you, how many Horcruxes would you create?"

Huh, Dumbledore would actually take the initiative to discuss the issue of Horcruxes with him. Tom thought that Dumbledore wouldn't mention it until he graduated.

However, when it came to this question, Tom immediately perked up.

"Professor, don't you think the number 7 is very magical?!"

Dumbledore, who had originally intended to test Tom, thought that Tom would use his usual tricks to gloss over it, but he didn't expect Tom to actually answer him.

However, when Dumbledore heard Tom's answer, his heart skipped a beat involuntarily.

7, this greatly exceeded his expectations.

Tom probably guessed Dumbledore's feelings upon hearing this answer and felt even more delighted, deciding to add fuel to the fire.

"Then, Professor, would you like to know where I would hide the Horcruxes if I were to create them?"

Dumbledore looked at Tom's enthusiastic appearance and couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety, not even knowing how to speak.

Actively revealing the location of the Horcruxes, was Tom crazy, or was he crazy?

Tom didn't care what Dumbledore thought and continued to speak: "If it were me, I would probably transform some places with commemorative significance into locations that seem to store Horcruxes, and then casually bury the real Horcruxes in the Sahara Desert, casually throw them into the Mariana Trench, or randomly find a place in the Himalayas to discard them. Of course, the Amazon rainforest and the African savanna are also good choices, or choose the Mongolian sky burial method, or even fly out of the solar system with the Voyager probe. That way, all 7 Horcruxes would be properly distributed. What do you think of my genius idea?"

Listening to Tom's description, Dumbledore felt a trickle of cold sweat running down his back every time he mentioned a method. By the time Tom finished speaking, he even felt his hands start to tremble involuntarily.

Was this something a human could come up with? Was it necessary to play like this? If he were to hide the Horcruxes according to your methods, not to mention him, even Merlin wouldn't be able to find them.

Dumbledore couldn't determine the truth of Tom's words at all, and he didn't dare to gamble that Tom was deceiving him with jokes.

The usually confident Dumbledore rarely became paranoid, and Tom smiled even more brightly when he saw his appearance, even daring to pat Professor Dumbledore on the shoulder.

"Good luck, Professor Dumbledore. I wish you success in collecting them soon."

However, while all of Dumbledore's thoughts were focused on Tom's words, he didn't notice that Tom had quietly collected a strand of hair that had fallen on his shoulder into his palm.

After Tom left the headmaster's office, Dumbledore could no longer maintain his composure and took a large gulp of mead, trying to calm himself down.

That night, Dumbledore was destined to have a sleepless night.