Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Tom dragged his luggage and boarded the train, feeling a little depressed. What a good opportunity he had. He had planned to clean the corridors of the castle as a condition for the principal to agree to his stay. Unfortunately, Principal Armando would not let him speak. Chance.

Going back to the orphanage alone again, Tom held his chin and looked out the window. The little wizards were all running around excitedly because of the holiday. Friends hugged each other goodbye, and couples reluctantly made promises to write. Letters and companions invited each other to visit....

Lively, noisy, and cheerful, Tom inexplicably thought of his changes in the past few years, from being out of place at the beginning, to envy and resentment later, and now everything has returned to dullness. In the past, he would think about why the people who were rejected by God were he.

He would think about... how to have the most ordinary happiness, but now he understands that fate has always been unfair, and no one can live as he wants.

Tom looked away, lowered his head and opened the book in his hand, but could not read a word. Even if he kept telling himself that one day he would be redeemed, how could he ignore his resentment and grievances? Shouldn't he hate it?

As a wizard, her mother closed her eyes without doing anything after giving him life, leaving only the name of the person she loved most...

As a guide, the professor would only rely on the 'reality' he saw to speculate on his thoughts, but which time was he right?

And those purebloods all regard him as a puppet pulled by threads. Should he live obediently according to the wishes of those people?

Tom clutched the pages of the book tightly, his handsome face was a bit gloomy. He couldn't tell his pain, and he couldn't do it. He was so proud that he couldn't let go of his dignity and show his fragile side to everyone. people.

What he can do...maybe he can only give up, give up his desire for family, give up following behind his respected professor, give up those things that are...common to others, but out of reach for him. The warmth...

"Tom~ We're late... Merlin, those people are so difficult to deal with... They said they would write letters during the holidays and they still didn't let us go..."

Ian opened the box door and started shouting. Seeing Tom's cold expression, his voice became smaller and smaller. His little friend... seemed to be in a bad mood?

Wanting to ask what happened, his robe was pulled by someone. Ian turned around dissatisfied and saw Mickey shaking his head gently at him, opening his mouth and saying nothing, and sat down helplessly.

"Is it difficult... But you are also very happy... aren't you..."

Tom smiled and did not intend to wait for his friend to answer. His eyes fell on the book page again. Although he understood that these two people regarded him as friends, he also knew that he was only one of their friends, even if there were three of them. Lots of time together.

But every time, he would notice that there was a slight gap between himself and these two people, as if there was a piece of glass between them, through which they could communicate and see each other's expressions, but they could never Out of reach....

'What can be uniquely mine...'

"The only thing that won't leave me behind is magic and magic..."