Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"Hahaha.."

Tom let out a sarcastic laugh, lying on the bed like this without cutting off his magic output. He must be crazy, otherwise why couldn't even the Cruciatus Curse suppress the bitterness in his heart?

He had given up resisting the torture caused by the Cruciatus Curse, but it was still not as painful as the heart-wrenching pain in his heart?

"Madman...I am really a madman...a hopeless madman..."

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In the Prince Manor, Irene stood with her head lowered in front of the tombstone where her father was buried. The only person accompanying her was her elderly grandfather, her only remaining relative and her only protective umbrella.

"Grandfather...why didn't you notify me? You could have let me come back! I didn't even see my father for the last time!"

The old head of the family's hands trembled slightly, and his black eyes seemed to be covered with fog. After a few tests, he placed his hand on his granddaughter's head.

"Eileen, I'm sorry about this, but I don't regret it. I won't announce this matter before you graduate..."

Turning around on crutches, Scarborough Prince slowly walked back to the castle, where all his relatives were buried, everyone he loved deeply, but now, he could not fall, "You are still there What are you doing there? Follow me..."

Erin didn't say a word, just stared at the tombstone in a daze, and then trotted away after a long time. She used to hate everything here, hate the constraints that pure blood brought to her, hate her father who was extremely strict with her, and even wanted to escape from here for a time. , even going to the Muggle world is much better than here.

But her father died. He died while she was happily inquiring about the Muggle world with people from other colleges. How could she die? She also planned to act coquettishly and talk back to her father as her roommate said after she came back. How could she die...

The pace gradually slowed down, and Eileen, who always thought she was strong, found that she was not strong at all. She couldn't stop the damn tears...

Scarab sat on the sofa, lowered his head and rubbed the back of his old and withered hands. He had to persist, "Eileen, stop...crying is the behavior of the weak..."

"You have no time left, Erin. You should know that when you lose all your shelter, you will only be greeted by countless pairs of greedy hands..."

"The history of the Prince family is too long, so long that everyone has forgotten that we are not just a potions family. We have more books than Rowena Ravenclaw's collection, and countless potions masters have The wealth that comes will drive those people crazy..."

Eileen bit her lower lip. Of course she knew it, and it was because of this knowledge that she behaved mediocrely. But she also understood that it was useless. As long as her grandfather died, all the wealth that people would flock to , will become her talisman.

"Grandfather..I will be the youngest Potions Master! You know it! You know my talent!"

Raising his hand to stop his granddaughter's roar, Scarab had a headache from being yelled at, so he rubbed his temples before speaking out his plan.

"No... this is not good for you. Your magic talent is not strong, and you... do not have the support of your brothers. The wizarding world is hell for you... leave, and take it with you after graduation. All things, leave the wizarding world..."

After saying the last words, Scarab seemed to have lost his strength, and even when he closed his eyes, warm tears could not flow out. The family that had stood for hundreds of years... was finally gone in his hands...