Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Rubbing his swollen temples as if giving up, Tom didn't want to talk to this idiot at all. As soon as he heard something about the Dark Lord...

Those disgusting scenes overwhelmed him again...

Abu was 'killed' by his own hands. The loneliness and pain after his soul was split...

Tom felt like he was standing in the cold water, being washed away by wave after wave...

Not only was he unable to stabilize his body, the intermittent feeling of suffocation was driving him crazy.

"Shut up! I said it! Don't let me hear you call me that again!"

Huge magic pressure spurted out, and the people who were sitting upright suddenly bent their upper bodies, and the huge pressure on their necks almost crushed their cervical vertebrae.

"Huh! This is not your arena! If I break something here, who of you will compensate me?!"

Tom took a deep breath, took his clothes and pushed out the door without looking at the people in the bar.

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For some reason, Tom stood in the valley of Little Hangleton, looking at the gradually declining manor in the distance...

Was the guy who had long since disappeared in the dream also stood here? From the beginning he was full of expectations to the end when he completely lost hope...

Are you like him, hearing that vicious 'curse' from your blood relatives?

Standing until dawn, Tom wiped off the moisture on his robe and slowly walked towards the place he had longed for.

"Oh~ God! You look so much like Riddle..."

An older lady covered her mouth in shock. The handsome young man in front of her looked so much like that guy Riddle!

Could it be an illegitimate child? Decades ago, she heard with her own ears that Riddle, who had eloped, said that a woman had cheated on him.

Tsk tsk tsk, what a poor guy... It seems those rumors are true...

Tom ignored the strange look in the old lady's eyes, and turned his right hand holding the wand slightly without looking at the old lady who turned to leave.

Tom walked into Riddle Manor, wondering why he had to come back here...A bright light flashed, and the locked door slowly opened.

Tom walked into the original study with a straight face, and his slender fingers slid across the dusty wooden table. If it weren't for his mother's selfish love...

Would that Muggle man be sitting here now...living with the person he really likes...

If only that Muggle man... could accept his existence...

Tom looked at the door of the study in a daze, as if he saw himself walking in with a smile, pouring tea for his father with his own hands...

Listen quietly to your father's teachings...learn how to take care of the family's property, learn how to get along with Muggles, and learn everything you should learn from your father...

Just like...just like...

Tom tilted his head, and several figures flashed through his mind. Perhaps his 'father' was like Salazar, warning him about what he shouldn't do...

It’s like Brutus, who is willing to risk his own life for his family, put down his identity and do things he is unfamiliar with.

"I don't want much...but why don't you give it to me...Father..."

Raising his hand to wipe away the water droplets that fell on the desk, Tom stared at his dirty hands and held them with a smile, "It's really dirty..."

Tom didn't know what it meant to him, whether it was pain or longing or both contradictory emotions at the same time.

After walking around the table and sitting on the chair, Tom subconsciously opened the drawer on the right side, touched the wooden board, and opened the compartment with a hook of his fingers.

He took out a yellowed diary from the hidden compartment.

This... is his habit and his...

Looking at the thin notebook steadily, Tom calmed down and opened the notebook lying on the table.

‘June 6

I passed by that small house again. Maybe the woman hiding by the window and peeking outside was really the girl who saved me when I was a child...

After all, no one can forget the strange and unpalatable liquid, but I can never understand why the beautiful and lively little girl...

Why did he look like that... hunched over his waist... almost burying his face in his chest...

But I think this is the last time I go there. My engagement has been set by my father. As a qualified fiancé, from now on...

She will be the only one in my heart...'

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‘June 7

Aha! ! The noble lady's temper is really annoying!

The foal wants white! The dress needs to be white! Even the petals should be white...

Weren’t these ordered from the beginning?

Didn’t you still use the original plan after changing it over and over again?

I'm so sick of having my dresses altered so many times!

But today I met Merope Gunter again in the valley. What is she afraid of?

Am I not the one who gets beaten all the time? !

Morfin is such a madman! Fortunately, the father and son were taken away a few days ago. It would be best if they were never released! ’

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Tom read several diaries carefully and gradually connected the stories together. It seemed that the Muggle man and his mother had known each other for a long time...

Perhaps Marvolo and Morfin were so dissatisfied with their mother because their mother used potions to treat Muggles when they were young...

He abused and humiliated her even more...

His eyes flickered, and Tom's gaze was fixed on the last diary entry...

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‘June 9

I finally escaped and came back. It was so scary. The Gunter family was really weird!

No..that family are demons!

I don’t know what method she used to change my mind!

Make me think she is my favorite person!

God bless! Fortunately I'm back to normal!

It's all really terrible. I can't control my thoughts and body. No one can accept this!

But she said she had my child...

ha! How ridiculous!

I know I have no feelings for Gunter, at least not love...

Even if you really have a child, what kind of person will that little guy become when he grows up in such an environment?

This is not the life I want! I would never accept them! I can not...

Never...'

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Staring blankly at the scrawled handwriting, Tom moved his lips, closed his eyes, closed the diary, and put it back in the secret compartment of the drawer.

Leaning back in the chair, Tom raised his head and looked at the mottled ceiling. For some reason, he felt a lot more relaxed.

I even have the mood to sympathize with those nobles who are marrying...

Besides wealth, what do those people have? What else is left?

Is it the same as before, with nothing in my heart...an empty soul that can never be filled...