Eighth floor, principal's office.
Dumbledore considerately prepared a cup of honey water for Snape, but Snape just took a sip out of politeness, then put down the cup and said in a deep voice, "Are you sure this is not the You-Know-Who's trick, like magical reincarnation, body possession or something like that?"
Puff——!
Dumbledore couldn't help laughing and said teasingly, "Severus, it wasn't until today that I realized that you actually have a great sense of humor. You should tell more jokes like this in the future. It will definitely change your image among your colleagues."
Faced with Dumbledore's sarcasm, Snape's face became even more sullen. If he could defeat the old man, he would definitely let Dumbledore see the anger of the Half-Blood Prince.
"I wouldn't be surprised at anything wizards like you do."
Dumbledore laughed and shook his head, "Severus, you underestimate yourself, and you overestimate me and Voldemort."
"Indeed, he has mastered some very unimaginable methods and invented many unprecedented black magics."
"Maybe he can fool me, but that doesn't mean he can fool the Big Four. Hogwarts won't let a person enter the school twice."
Snape looked surprised.
As the headmaster, he knew how Hogwarts searched all over Britain for suitable young wizards. If Tom Riddle was 'Tom Riddle', there would be no possibility of a second admission.
"Pay more attention to that child." Dumbledore said, "It was beyond my expectation that he was sorted into Slytherin. Given the atmosphere in your house, he might run into some trouble."
"Survival of the fittest."
Snape said very coldly, "Even though I am the head of the school, I cannot interfere too much in the affairs of students. This is the long-standing rule of Slytherin."
As the college that places the most emphasis on class, Slytherin is more realistic and closer to real society than the other three colleges.
Even if he could have intervened, Snape didn't want to focus his attention on an insignificant student.
When Harry Potter entered school, Quirrell's personality changed drastically again, and he had a familiar aura, so Tom Riddle was definitely one of the top characters.
"No, Sev, you misunderstood me," Dumbledore explained. "I meant that the other Slytherin students would be in trouble."
"Riddle is not Tom, but he has many similarities with Tom. He has a really good talent for magic, and because of his background, he is used to protecting himself with force. If something unpleasant really happens, I hope he will be gentle."
Snape:"....."
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I have to say, Dumbledore is pretty good at judging people.
On the first day of school, no, the day before, Tom began educating his two roommates.
After the dinner, Tom followed the group back to the Slytherin common room. There were twelve Slytherin boys this year, and it was easy to allocate four boys to a room.
Malfoy shared a dormitory with his two followers and Monet Selwyn.
Tom shared a dormitory with Blaise Zabini, Casale Notte, and Theodore Rosier.
After entering the dormitory, Shabini began to taunt.
"Tsk! I'm so unlucky to be assigned to the same dormitory with a Muggle wizard. Hey, Riddle, go make my bed. Use the sheets I brought. The sheets given by the school are just rubbish."
"And mine."
"Pour me another glass of water, quickly."
Rozier and Nott laughed and began to give orders.
Tom sighed.
When being assigned to Slytherin was a foregone conclusion, he knew it would happen, he just didn't expect it to happen so soon.
Since you don't have a plan, just follow your heart.
Tom drew his wand and turned.
"Concussion Impact!"
Bang--!
An invisible shock wave exploded between the three people, directly knocking them flying and crashing into the wall.
Before they could come to their senses, Tom's wand pointed at the pen holder that was knocked to the ground, and the three quills inside transformed into three ropes to tie the people up.
The wand swung, quickly lengthening and softening into a whip.
Bang——!
Ahhhh!
Zabini screamed as the whip hit his body, causing goose bumps all over his body in pain. Tom did not let the other two people go either.
Suddenly, there were three spinning tops in the room.
After each person had been whipped more than a dozen times, Tom finally stopped. "I heard that Slytherins are all shrewd, cunning, and ambitious. Why are there idiots like you?"
"You dare to pick a fight without even knowing the details of the person you want to bully. Do you think you can defeat me?"
"Pureblood, huh."
"Oooooh! I'm going to tell Mom! I'm going to fire you!"
"Put me down, Riddle, put me down!"
"I was wrong, don't hit me, don't slap me!"
After all, they are eleven-year-old children. The idea of pure-blood supremacy was instilled in them by their parents. They simply cannot listen to what Tom said now.
But you have to listen to what the whip says even if you don't want to.
Another guaranteed ten-draw streak.
Soon, the three of them calmed down.
Tom lifted the magic and Zabini, Rosier and Selwyn all knelt down in front of Tom obediently.
"Remember, I have the final say in this dormitory from now on. If anyone disobeys me and breaks my rules, I will whip you or strip you naked and hang you at the school gate."
Tom glanced at them with a playful look: "Rosier, Selwyn, the famous twenty-eight pure-blood families, how do you think your elders would react if I really did this?"
"Zabini, you always mentioned your mother during the dinner. You don't want her to know that you embarrassed yourself so much right after the start of school, right?"
The three of them trembled and nodded repeatedly.
So scary!
This man is simply the Dark Lord!
No, the Dark Lord is one of their own. Tom is even scarier than the Dark Lord!
"Don't blame me for not giving you a chance."
Putting away his wand, Tom completely let himself go: "We are Slytherin, and we are the winners! As long as any of you can defeat me, no matter what means, you will be the winner, and you can retaliate a thousand times."
If the Sorting Hat knew that Tom had taken on the role of a Snake House student so quickly, it would definitely brag about its vision for a whole month.
"But if you fail, you will also have to bear the corresponding price. Do you understand?"
"Understood!" The three Shabinis responded loudly, fearing that they would be punished again for not being energetic enough.
They buried their hatred deep in their hearts.
As long as Tom is defeated, he can take revenge.
They will remember this grudge!