Pressing a finger to his temple, Tom closed the book and formed a guess. Could the terrifying creature in the Chamber of Secrets really be a basilisk? Wasn't the true heir a Parselmouth...? And what did those unworthy of learning magic represent? If it simply referred to Muggle-born wizards, Slytherin would not have phrased it so obscurely...
"It seemed the records in history books weren't necessarily all true..."
Muttering under his breath, Tom put the book back. He did not believe his ancestor had wanted to kill every non-pure-blood. There were only so many people in the wizarding world; if there had been a major purge, there would have been no one left long ago. Those pure-blood aristocrats, huh... they were nothing but idiots with heads stuffed full of Galleons.
Besides, he, the heir, was a half-blood. What, was he supposed to kill himself to prove his position...?
The rhetoric of pure-blood supremacy... was merely a reason to make those pure-bloods follow willingly...
Reaching that conclusion as he walked, Tom looked up and spotted a figure in the distance. He immediately turned and headed elsewhere. That lunatic from the Nott family! What was wrong with him?! After getting beaten up once, he insisted on clinging to Tom every day. He was even more annoying than that bastard from House of Malfoy!
"Boss! Boss~ Don't walk so fast~ As long as you take me on as your underling, I'll never betray you for the rest of my life!" Nott eagerly caught up. His originally rather delicate face had twisted slightly with excitement, and his eyes gleamed as he blocked Tom's path, looking as though if you don't agree today, you'll have to step over my corpse.
Clutching his throbbing head, Tom shot the obstructive idiot a freezing look. For a moment,