Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Holding his dizzy head and walking to the bed, Tom's vision went dark. He was a little lucky that he fell on the bed instead of the ground. Once again, he came into the familiar fog. Tom stood still and didn't move. Something was wrong. There seemed to be something different today. The place.

In his previous dreams, black tulips had never appeared. Tom half-squinted his eyes and carefully looked at everything in the dream, tentatively trying to wake himself up, and kept hinting to himself with his eyes closed. It took a while before I opened my eyes again in frustration.

Since he is a wizard, maybe this is not an ordinary dream? Tom sniffed, sniffing the intoxicating fragrance of flowers in the air, and smiled softly. He was right, there was no sense of smell in dreams, but he still couldn't figure out why all this changed suddenly. Could it be that it was also the wizard's fault? One of the abilities?

Carefully avoiding the bright and charming flowers on the ground, Tom walked to the place where his mother was before. He was a little surprised to see the empty place. He tentatively stretched out his hand and found that the barrier that had previously blocked him had disappeared. He pursed his lower lip and stepped forward. .

Reason told him that he shouldn't be so reckless, but there was a voice in his mind, telling him to go and have a look, otherwise he would regret it for the rest of his life.

As his footsteps fell, Tom found that the surrounding scene was spinning rapidly, and the fog around him continued to shrink, gathering together to form the size of a locket, and then exploded in front of his eyes, as if he suddenly stepped into a world full of Starry night sky.

Tom looked at the faint light flashing around him, and according to the idea that came to his mind, he stretched out his hand and touched the light spot closest to him. The soft light engulfed his whole body. Tom panicked for a moment, and then... I saw a vague figure in a trance.

The person whose appearance was unclear turned around and stood in the backlight and stretched out his hand to him. Tom stretched out his hand to grab the other person, but was dragged back by a huge and irresistible suction force.

Tom got up from the bed and looked at the sky outside. It was already late at night. It seemed that he had slept for a long time, but...

Carefully recalling the strange dream, Tom found that no matter how he recalled it, he could not remember what had just happened in the dream. He only remembered smelling the fragrance of flowers, and had no memory of what happened next. This feeling of being out of control made him He felt very irritable.

"What is it..." he murmured softly, covering his heart. Tom didn't know if there was something wrong with his heart. He had never beaten at such a frequency before.

Shaking his head, Tom decided not to pay attention to this matter anymore. The first thing now was to learn magic. He wanted to take advantage of this month to familiarize himself with the content in the textbook. He was not sure whether he could keep up with others. Progress, even if he is an orphan, he will not allow himself to lose to others, and he must do his best if he wants to.

Tom thought of the History of Magic that he read before falling asleep. He found clues about his life experience from the four founders. Unfortunately, there was too little introduction to the founders in the book. Maybe there will be more clues in the school. , he had seen in books that Ravenclaw had a very large collection of books.

"Hmm... So should I go to Ravenclaw House? Or is Slytherin more suitable for me~"

Covering his mouth and yawning, Tom rubbed his stomach and stood up to pour himself a glass of water. It was a pity that there would never be anything to eat at such a late hour. If he had known better, he would have eaten more when Professor Dumbledore invited him. Already...

Lying back on the bed, Tom curled up into a ball and fell into deep sleep again, but this time he didn't smell the intoxicating fragrance.

When he woke up the next day, Tom got dressed and tidied himself up. After eating some food, he returned to his room. Time was too important to him and he had to speed up. He put aside the history of magic for the time being. Tom took out his wand and tentatively cast the spell according to the content in the book.

After successfully levitating the debris on the table, Tom raised his eyebrows. It was indeed much easier to move the items with the wand than before by concentrating on it.