Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

The Sorting Hat finally called Daphne's name. The little witch was extremely nervous. She trotted to Professor McGonagall and put on the hat.

About a minute later, the Sorting Hat announced the result - "Slytherin!"

There was warm applause from the Slytherin table. The freshmen before had never received such treatment. The applause from the students in front was sparse.

It's simple. The Greengrass family is one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, and only those pure-blood clans will give this face.

Several more students followed, and when it was Harry Potter's turn, almost all the students held their breath, waiting for his result.

When the Sorting Hat announced that Potter was sorted into Gryffindor, the second table from the right erupted in the loudest cheers, and the two identical twins almost jumped onto the table.

On the other hand, there was deathly silence on the Slytherin side. Some people looked at Potter with ambiguous eyes, while others opened and closed their mouths, saying something incoherent.

It was in this atmosphere that Professor McGonagall read out the name of the next young wizard with a serious expression.

"Tom Riddle!"

Perhaps for the students, only Hermione and Daphne were paying attention to Tom, and the other students were indifferent to this ordinary name.

But for most of the teachers in the classroom, it was no less than a thunderclap!

Chapter 14 Born Slytherin, Sorting Hat: People must know themselves

There are no secrets in the magical world. Everything that exists will leave traces.

Even something as secret as the Horcruxes could be unraveled one by one by Dumbledore through careful investigation.

The name Tom Riddle shone like a star in Hogwarts sixty years ago, and thirty years ago, it became a taboo name that everyone was afraid to talk about.

Back then, Dumbledore was the Transfiguration professor, Flitwick was the Charms professor, and Sprout and McGonagall didn't work at Hogwarts. However, given their close relationships with the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore, Dumbledore would have naturally shared this basic information with them.

Snape was once Voldemort's most capable subordinate, but now he is the one who hates him the most, and he has investigated everything clearly.

As for Hagrid, the big man was shaking the most and his face was pale.

Hagrid was a classmate of Tom Riddle, and he even naively thought Riddle was a good person.

There was another person who was also not calm.

Quirrell.

When Professor McGonagall read out the name, Quirrell, who had been shrinking his neck to avoid Snape's scrutiny, suddenly looked up and stared at Tom who was walking towards the Sorting Hat.

At this moment, Snape had no time to pay attention to Quirrell's abnormality, and there was hatred in his eyes.

This was not directed at Tom, no, he was indeed targeting Tom, but a different Tom.

"Severus."

Dumbledore's lips twitched, and no one but Snape heard his call.

“There are many people with the same name in the world, and names are just a vehicle for you to remember each individual. Don’t let others give you extra thoughts.”

whispering sound!

Snape didn't reply, but just sneered.

Don't think he didn't know that Dumbledore went to welcome the new students during the summer vacation. He originally thought that Dumbledore was going to find Harry Potter, but it turned out that it was the big fool Hagrid who went.

Apart from Harry Potter, the only person who could alarm the old headmaster was Tom Riddle.

Some smart students also noticed the changes in the professors, and the auditorium gradually became quiet.

When Tom reached the barstool, all the noise died away.

"Riddle, just put on your hat."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. She had never thought that she would have the opportunity to coach Tom Riddle...

Tom nodded, sat on the high stool, and put his hat on his head.

He could have sworn on Merlin's Hi Silk stockings that the Sorting Hat had only lightly touched the tip of his hair when he couldn't wait any longer and screamed as if someone was strangling him:

"Slytherin! Born Slytherin!"

McGonagall was stunned, Snape was solemn, and Dumbledore was silent.

Tom... was confused.

Taking advantage of the geographical location and the high stool, he looked down at all the students who craned their necks, and his brain went into a state of shutdown for a short time.

How could it be... Slytherin?

First, he is not a pure-blood, second, he is not a half-blood, and third, he has no ambition. Why was he sorted into Slytherin?

Is this Tom Riddle's fate?

In the study room, Andros, who was watching everything silently, almost fainted with laughter. He knew very well that Tom knew the plan, even the plan to go to Gryffindor, but there was no Slytherin.

Just when Professor McGonagall wanted to remind Tom to return to his seat, the boy slammed his hat back on his head in full view of everyone.

"Let's talk, Hat," said Tom in his heart.

"Well, little wizard, the sorting is over. What do you want to talk about?" A tiny voice said in his ear.

"You haven't touched my head yet, so you should be talking about Potter's sorting result, right? He is the savior who defeated You-Know-Who, and he is the last descendant of the Potter family with pure blood. He is indeed very suitable for Slytherin."

In order to get everything back on track, Tom didn't care and sold Harry Potter directly.

I don’t know if Dumbledore will come to talk to him after he finds out.

"of course not."

The Sorting Hat's voice was a little annoyed. "Riddle, don't doubt the professionalism of a hat. I have never made a mistake in judging anyone. Although I am an old hat, how could my reaction time be so long? Although Slytherin is your sorting result."

"But this isn't magical at all. How could I possibly go to Slytherin?"

He is not Sister Li!

The Sorting Hat continued to absorb Tom's bewildered emotions, and its voice became cheerful again: "The ambition to become the strongest, the tenacity to never give up until the goal is achieved, and the ancient magic that is purer than even Salazar and Godric."

"If Salazar were still alive, he would definitely kneel down and beg you to become his disciple."

Tom gritted his teeth secretly. He was born with the talent... Slytherin. How come he didn't know that he was so bad?

This lousy hat slanders me!

"Sorting Hat, doesn't it say that the schools will consider students' requests? I strongly request to go to Ravenclaw."

"I reject your request." The Sorting Hat said straightforwardly: "Well, don't delay my work. There are still a few young wizards waiting for me. If you really can't bear to leave, you can come to Dumbledore's office to find me. I can chat with you for a few Galleons."

"Then Hufflepuff is fine too. You see, I'm a little wizard of Muggle origin. I'm kind by nature and what I like most is making friends. I'm simply a natural Hufflepuff." Tom tried hard to introduce himself.

The atmosphere fell into silence. After a long while, the Sorting Hat's voice finally rang out. This time, it sounded a little gentler and more persuasive: "Child, you can have nothing, but you must know yourself. Promise me that you will face up to who you are, okay?"

"Damn hat, sooner or later I'll sew your stinky mouth shut." Tom cursed in his heart.

As soon as his thoughts of revenge appeared, the Sorting Hat caught on and shouted again in anger:

"Slytherin! Slytherin! Tom Riddle belongs in Slytherin!"

Tom was about to say something, but Professor McGonagall took off his hat.

"Mr. Riddle, the Sorting Ceremony has concluded. If you have any questions, please discuss them later."

Tom forced a smile that was uglier than crying, bowed slightly to Professor McGonagall, and then walked towards the Slytherin table.

There was no applause at first because everyone was confused by Tom's operation of putting the hat back on.

"Maybe it was too fast, and he wanted to be more involved?"

The young wizards thought uncertainly.

It was not until Daphne reacted, smiled sweetly and clapped vigorously that the Slytherin table began to respond sparsely.

Tom sat down next to Daphne.

"I never thought you would come to Slytherin." The girl said in a low voice excitedly, "That's great. We can go to class together in the future."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that either." Tom responded weakly.

After him, the last few students completed the sorting ceremony, and Blaise Zabini was the last to be sorted into Slytherin.

Tom then realized that this guy was the one who had just believed Professor McGonagall's lies and treated the school like his own home.

Chapter 15: Being short is also an advantage, the unfriendly new classmate

"We should talk."

Snape pondered the scene just now, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Could it be that Tom Riddle is the product of Voldemort's reincarnation through some magic?

The speed at which the Sorting Hat sorts wizards does not represent the potential of a wizard, but it can definitely reflect the character and ideas of some young wizards.

He had never seen a student sorted into Slytherin so quickly before. He was afraid that only the resurrection of Salazar Slytherin himself could have such an effect.

What does this mean?

This shows that Tom Riddle is a perfect fit for Slytherin College. Even though he is the dean, I don’t think this is a good evaluation.

However, Dumbledore ignored Snape and stood up with a smile on his face after Blaise Zabini sat down.

"Welcome, welcome new students and old students to Hogwarts to start a new school year."

"What I want to say is: Idiots! Crybabies! Scum! Screw it! Thank you all!"

After saying this, Dumbledore bowed slightly and sat back in his seat.

There was thunderous applause from the audience, including Tom.