Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

After a groggy night's sleep, Tom, who had returned to his senses, just felt that...he must have been controlled by someone using the Imperius Curse yesterday! How could he be stupid enough to use the Cruciatus Curse on himself...

For some reason, Tom suddenly thought of other people's comments about the Gaunt family, and the corner of his mouth twitched unconsciously. Well, even if he was only half, he was still a member of the Gaunt family.

This...this is just the price of inheriting the noble bloodline! It's definitely not something wrong with his brain!

'knock knock'

Apos was a little tired and knocked on the glass. He fought for hundreds of rounds last night. He was going to be squeezed dry by his wife. The master was really like this. Why should he be in a daze? Please let him in and rest!

Ignoring his pet's accusing look, Tom opened the window and let Abos in. He picked up the letter on the table and was lost in thought. He had been thinking about the person he was looking forward to yesterday and wrote him a letter today. Maybe... maybe He doesn't have nothing.

"Next time you sneak out again, don't come back again..."

Turning to say something to the napping pet, Tom gently stroked the handwriting on the letter with a gentle look. He went from being out of place at the beginning to being comfortable now. All this happened when he saw Abraxa on the long table in the auditorium. Sri Lanka.

At that time, he carefully studied the other party's movements and tried to make his movements as elegant as Abu's. Even his eating habits were subconsciously changed according to the other party's preferences.

Abraxas likes to eat lamb chops, French fish soup, and drink tequila. He hates all sweet foods, even black pudding..

Tom thought of the peppermint hard candies he had been reluctant to eat when he was a child, of the small jelly he bought with the money he secretly saved, of the sweetness that once melted in his mouth...

Suddenly he realized that his eyes had not moved away from Abu, and his deep laughter revealed a hint of joy, "It turns out that I didn't hate sweets from the beginning..."

Putting away his thoughts, Tom sat on the chair and opened the envelope. The familiar font came into view, and then he closed his eyes helplessly... He didn't want to admit that the person he admired had completely changed now...

‘My favorite little Tom~

Are you like me, missing you all the time~ Let me guess what your expression is now? Curling the corner of his mouth in shame and humming in dissatisfaction? And...the earlobes turned pink...'

Tom pursed his lips tightly, adjusted his expression, subconsciously touched his hot earlobe, and couldn't help but let out a low growl, "I didn't!" and continued to look down in frustration.

‘Hmm~ You must have touched your earlobe as I said, right~ It’s a pity that I can’t see you angry with my own eyes...

Well, don't frown and get angry, I just want you to know how much I miss you...'

The frown on his face relaxed, and Tom stretched out his hand to hold down the rising corners of his mouth. Whether his feelings were the result of being guided or not, he didn't care...

As long as Abraxas loved him, it was enough. He would give equal or even more affection. Tom carefully folded the letter and put it back in the envelope, touching his heart and feeling the vibration in his chest.

Yes, he already has what he has always longed for. Even if he has to pay everything for it, as long as Abraxas wants it, he will deliver it to him without reservation.