Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Walking aimlessly, Tom came to the Astronomy Tower. Perhaps he was in a good mood today. Even though he recalled Professor Dumbledore's suspicion of him, he no longer felt the resentment in his heart.

Tom looked at the scenery in front of him with soft eyes, squinting his eyes slightly to enjoy the breeze blowing by. It felt so good. Perhaps this was the life he longed for most deep down in his heart, without hunger and cold, without being surrounded by lies and jealousy. ..

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"Do you like it here~ Tom..." Dumbledore interrupted Tom's thoughts. He had been here for a while, but he didn't expect this vigilant little guy to be unaware of it. "I also like to stand." Up high, observing the people below..."

Tom put away the sincere smile on his face, blinked slowly, and put on a gentle fake smile again, "No...I'm different from you, Professor Dumbledore...I'm not observing other people, but I simply like...standing here overlooking the scenery below."

"Really...is it different..." Dumbledore followed Tom's line of sight and looked into the distance, his expression dazed for a moment. Rather than saying that the little wizard next to him looked like Gellert, he looked more like Gellert. and my younger self, proud of my talents.

Yearning to stand on the top and overlooking the world, arrogantly thinking that everyone is inferior to oneself, thus missing more important things, and ultimately making wrong decisions.

‘We can remake the world, it’s our birthright. ’

His wandering thoughts were brought back by what Gellert had said, and Dumbledore suddenly came to his senses. He had very complicated feelings towards this exceptionally outstanding young wizard. He was delighted with his talent, but also felt uneasy because of it.

Dumbledore had to admit that he no longer had the courage of his youth, that he could not break free from the shackles imposed on him, and that he could not afford to take unknown risks again, even if... all of this would seem very sad.

"Tom...what do you think of magic..."

Seeing Dumbledore's twinkling eyes, Tom cleared his mind and laughed at himself in his heart. It was like this again, and it would always be like this. Seeing others through him, what should he do to let everyone know, He is just himself and does not represent anyone else!

"Professor Dumbledore, in my opinion...magic is just magic. It is the innate ability of wizards, nothing more."

"That's it..." Dumbledore dragged out the end of his voice, pointed his fingers hanging by his legs, and looked away from the distance, "But you have to know that even if you are unable to control your own abilities, , sooner or later it will be eroded... and everything will be lost..."

Nodding obediently, Tom glanced at the sky, said goodbye to Dumbledore politely, and walked down the stairs. He was not a useless waste, how could he be eroded by his own abilities.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Tom pursed his lips tightly. This feeling was not like a reminder at all, but rather like a guide.

To be honest, when he heard that sentence just now, he was very disdainful in his heart. He even wanted to prove it to Professor Dumbledore and let him know that whether it was black magic or anything else, his mind would not be easily destroyed. erosion.