Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Dumbledore sent little Tom back with a sullen face, took out the ticket and handed it to the other person, "On the morning of September 9st, you need to go to King's Cross Station and pass through the pillar between the ninth and tenth platforms. Remember to go at ten Board the train before one o'clock..."

After the explanation, Dumbledore disappeared directly. He wanted to go back to Diagon Alley. Ollivander's day was not normal. He did not play any nasty experiments and pranks. He kept repeating the affirmation of little Tom's talent, as if in It reminds him of something.

The wizarding world can't stand the torment. If there is another Gellert... No, he must stop it early this time. He cannot make the same mistake a second time.

"Ollivander! What did you see?"

"You're here~" Ollivander didn't look back, whistling and sorting the shelves. He knew that Dumbledore would not be able to help but run over, "I saw an unparalleled talent, Albus, a very terrifying talent. Even taller than you... It's a wonderful fate, isn't it~"

Dumbledore resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This guy... always made him feel tired. He deserved his hair to turn gray early. What kind of riddles could he play with him? "You guys are really... can't you just tell me? ?”

Grinning happily, Ollivander noticed that the air around him became thicker, shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, "You are not the young boy before, why~ I want to go back to the passionate summer of 1899 ?”

Gritting his teeth and pulling out his wand, Dumbledore endured it again and again, and put the wand away angrily. He had lost, and he didn't know who the bastard had spread the word. Did that guy Grigovitch say it? ? Or Bathilda?

He wasn't the one who stole the Elder Wand! Damn that bastard Gellert, why did this guy cause trouble and let him bear all this!

"Okay~" Ollivander had enough of the face-changing show, put away his teasing thoughts, and looked at Dumbledore very seriously, "As I said, you are indeed very destined. I am not a prophet. All that can be seen is the faint connection between the wizard and the wand... It's up to you, Albus, what to do..."

Tom locked the door of his room and sat at the desk and looked through the textbooks. Although they were second-hand books, the professor selected clean books for him. There were many annotations in the blank spaces on the side, but he just didn't know. Is it right...

According to the explanation in the spell book, Tom took out his wand, opened his lips and recited the spell. With the movement of his hand, the paper on the table slowly floated in the air, "Is this magic..."

Like a child getting his favorite toy, Tom happily directed the paper to fly in the air. It was great. The fact that he was a wizard made him happier than anything else.

It's early August now. He only needs to wait a month before he can go to the magical world of Hogwarts...

Tom found a book on the history of magic from the textbook, and read it carefully word for word, pausing when his fingers slid over Slytherin.

'Salazar Slytherin, medieval wizard, Parseltongue, good at Legilimency...'

For some reason, Tom was vaguely aware of the special nature of Parseltongue. He frowned and regretted it. Maybe he shouldn't have told his secret at that time. It seemed that his ability to talk to snakes was Parseltongue?

Flicking through the textbook quickly, Tom felt that his temples were a little swollen. He didn't sleep all night last night, and he was too excited today, and his body could no longer bear the load.