Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

“Obliviate!”

As Barty Crouch fell, Tom added another Memory Charm.

At this moment, the house-elf Winky stood aside, stunned, completely unaware of what had happened.

“Soul Extraction!”

After controlling the house-elf, Tom directly stripped off all of Barty Crouch's clothes, took his wand, and ruthlessly pulled a handful of his hair.

After doing all of this, Tom looked at Lucius, who was completely dumbfounded by Tom's zero-frame start and series of actions.

“Alright, Lucius, you can go back now. Remember to clean up any traces of your visit.”

After dismissing Lucius, Tom instructed Winky, who was under the Imperius Curse: “Now, take me to find your master, Barty Crouch Jr.”

Led by Winky, Tom saw Barty Crouch Jr., who was hidden at home by Barty Crouch.

Feeling the burning sensation from the Dark Mark on his left arm, Barty Crouch Jr. gradually broke free from the Imperius Curse cast by his father.

Looking somewhat uncertainly at the hooded wizard before him, he tentatively asked: “Master?”

Tom slowly removed his hood, exuding the pressure of a great wizard: “It is I, Barty. I have come to personally welcome the return of my most loyal servant.”

Seeing 'Lord Voldemort' again, Barty Crouch Jr. became excited: “Master, it really is you. That's great. They all said you were dead, but I firmly believed that you would return.”

“You are right. How could the mere so-called Savior and Dumbledore let me fail? Eleven years ago was just a small setback. Now I have returned with a younger body and greater power. To conquer the wizarding world, I need you, the assistance of my most loyal servant.”

Tom's voice was low and carried a hint of seduction as he slowly approached Barty Crouch Jr.

“Yes, Master, I am ready to serve you at any time.”

Barty Crouch Jr. respectfully lowered his head to Tom, who was slowly approaching, and then saw a familiar wand fall in front of him.

“Your father's wand, now it is yours.”

Barty Crouch Jr. picked up the wand and heard Tom instruct him: “Now, Barty, there is an important task that only my most trusted person can complete. I wonder if I can entrust it to you.”

“Master, rest assured and leave it to me, I guarantee its completion.”

Barty Crouch Jr. immediately vowed to guarantee when he heard the words 'most trusted person'.

“Go to the forest of Albania for me. Someone is secretly plotting something under Voldemort's name. Go there, find him, confirm whether he still exists, and if he is still alive, then kill him.”

Tom's tone was cold, and Barty Crouch Jr. felt an undisguised killing intent from it.

Hearing that someone dared to impersonate Voldemort, Barty Crouch Jr., who was extremely fanatical about Voldemort and considered himself Voldemort's most loyal servant, was immediately enraged.

“Master, someone dares to impersonate you, I will leave now.”

“Now, you have your task to complete, I look forward to your good news.”

Just as Barty Crouch Jr. was about to kill his father, Tom appeared in time and stopped him.

Hearing Tom say this, Barty Crouch Jr. immediately stopped. No matter how much he hated his father, he would not choose to disobey Tom's words.

After paying his respects to Tom, Barty Crouch Jr. really left this time, heading towards the distant Albanian forest.

‘Let Barty Crouch Jr. go find the noseless old Voldemort, and in a state where he regards him as an enemy, I am indeed a genius. Although I don't know if old Voldemort is still alive, if Barty Jr. can really find him, I really look forward to seeing what sparks they can create.’

Seeing Barty Crouch Jr. leave, Tom happily curled the corners of his mouth.

After dismissing Barty Crouch Jr., Tom remembered the purpose of his trip, after all, Barty Crouch Jr.'s matter was just something he did along the way.

Mixing a strand of Barty Crouch's hair into the prepared Polyjuice Potion, he drank it in one gulp.

“Ugh…”

So disgusting!

Tom, who drank Polyjuice Potion for the first time, almost vomited.

As he transformed into Barty Crouch, Tom put on the clothes he had stripped from him, spun around in front of the mirror to make sure there were no problems, and then beckoned Winky over, grabbing her and throwing her into the storage space.

After preparing everything, Tom grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and threw it into the fireplace. As green flames rose, Tom stepped into it.

“Ministry of Magic!”

Opening his eyes again, Tom was already in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic.

It was Christmas, and most of the Ministry of Magic staff were on vacation. Apart from a few duty personnel, there was no one else.

As a senior official in the Ministry of Magic, Barty Crouch was usually serious and upright, so these duty personnel simply greeted him and no one would be so blind as to engage in small talk.

Tom had the experience of coming to the Ministry of Magic to scout the way during the previous trials of Peter and Sirius, so he prepared to go straight to the Department of Mysteries without wasting time.

“Good afternoon, Crouch, isn't it Christmas vacation? Why are you here at the Ministry?”

Just as Tom was heading to the elevator hall, a wizard who looked like an old lion stopped Tom.

Damn it, Rufus Scrimgeour, the Head of the Auror Office.

“It's Scrimgeour, good afternoon. I left something in the office and came to get it. I have something to do later, so I won't chat with you. Merry Christmas, see you.”

After speaking, Tom ignored Scrimgeour and left directly.

Rufus Scrimgeour looked at Tom's departing figure and felt that Barty Crouch seemed a little strange today, but after more than ten years of peaceful life, or rather, he didn't think anyone would be so bold as to impersonate Barty Crouch and intrude into the Ministry of Magic, so he didn't think much about it, thinking it might be his illusion, shook his head, and left.

Tom breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Scrimgeour hadn't followed. Although he could beat him easily, doing so would ruin the purpose of his trip, which was not what he wanted to see. This was just right.

He skillfully entered the elevator, pressed the 9th-floor button, and after arriving, quickly passed through the corridor, pushed open the black door, and stood in the pure black circular room.

The Department of Mysteries, he, Tom, has come again.