Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and a feeling of dizziness hit him. Tom held his hands on the wall and gasped for breath. If he was not in a relaxed mood today, he would definitely be tempted to prove himself when he heard such words when he was irritable.

Starting from a few books that disappeared from the forbidden book area, he fell into a terrible trap...

Tom leaned against the cold wall with his eyes closed, sliding down weakly. He had vaguely mentioned those books to many people at the Slug Club banquet, and everyone said they had never seen them. Can't you explain anything...

'Why does it have to be me...why don't you let me go...'

Tom in the darkness seemed to be swallowed up by despair. He thought he had walked from the bottom of the valley to the sunshine, but now he sadly discovered that he had been in the abyss. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free of those things that tightly trapped him. hand.

Even if he climbed up from there with scars, what he saw was not light, but countless pairs of cold or joking eyes. He was like an animal, being kept in a cage and would be slaughtered when the time was right. of lamb.

'Abu...'

Suppressed painful sobs spewed out from his thin lips. Tom collapsed on the ground, trying hard to recall the intoxicating aroma, but no matter how much he sniffed, he could only inhale the cold air into his lungs along the tip of his nose, sucking him away bit by bit. The body temperature faded.

"...Call the gods...guard..."

The gorgeous silver-white peacock stood quietly beside him. Tom raised the corners of his lips and pulled out an ugly smile. He stretched out his hand to touch his patronus and murmured to himself with empty eyes.

"You know... people I like will suffer misfortune. This is like the most vicious curse on me, so I told myself, I don't like you... endured the pain of my heart being crushed, and... I want to bless you, only in this way can you be happy..."

"I warned myself countless times that I couldn't like you...but I failed. I couldn't convince myself...because...I love you...Abu..."

Looking at the patron saint spreading his wings and flying away, Tom looked blankly at the light that was gradually fading away. Why did he leave... He was alone now...

.................. (Dumbledore can develop the Patronus to send messages, why can’t Tom?) ........ ...

Abraxas, who was working on the documents, suddenly raised his head and looked at the sudden appearance of the Patron Saint in confusion. Whose Patron Saint is this? It’s quite fancy~ It looks so much like the white-feathered peacock raised in their garden~

‘Abbu…’

The missed and familiar voice sounded, and Abraxas stood up from his chair, quickly stepped forward and listened carefully. He came back to his senses only after the patron saint dissipated.

Abraxas covered his heart. He couldn't imagine how desperate his little guy must be now. Little Tom's tone was fragile that he had never heard before. Now he just wanted to rush over regardless. , hugging his Tom tightly.

As if he had lost his mind, Abraxas smashed the study door and ran out without caring about his manners. He was the school director! The biggest school director! What's wrong with breaking into Hogwarts at night? If anyone has any objections, he will join forces with other school directors to shut down this bullshit Hogwarts!

What happened to his little guy and how much he had been wronged!

"Uh...all petrified...?"

Brewster and Olivia were chatting when they heard the explosion and hurried over, directly immobilizing the crazy guy.