Hogwarts: Please Stop Making Things Up

I transmigrated into the Harry Potter world as Tom Riddle and bound myself to the "Lie-Flat System" from the start. As long as I kept up my lazy Hufflepuff persona, I'd be invincible.

So by day I petted badgers, and by night I ate my fill, determined to be the Wizarding World's biggest slacker.

But why, when I casually fed a cat, did they say the Dark Lord was taming Fantastic Beasts? When I tutored my classmates, why did they say I was training Death Eaters?

Dumbledore's gaze was profound. "Tom, you're very good at keeping up appearances."

Looking at the Dark Lord reputation topping the charts in my System and Voldemort's Soul Fragment trembling in fear, I broke down. "Just to be clear, I'm really not the third Dark Lord!"

At that moment, every Death Eater dropped to one knee, tears in their eyes. "We understand. You're playing a grand game of chess!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.