Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Tom returned to his office, pulled off his collar and poured himself a glass of wine. He would not trust Dumbledore, and neither would the old bee.

Is there really any way to change that kind of future?

'Voldemort...Order of the Phoenix...when will it stop...'

Fingering tiredly in the direction, Tom watched the flickering writing in the air gradually dissipate, and when he heard the knock on the door, he wrote the big word 'Go' in the air.

Not even looking at the annoying old man who walked in through the door.

"Uh...Tom..."

Dumbledore casually waved the magic in the air, rubbed his hands and walked towards Tom, "I just want to remind you...sometimes, even if you don't have any ideas..."

"Others will not let you go. They will impose their desires on you, whether you want it or not...especially those who are desperate for their own interests."

Tom lowered his eyes and played with the wand in his hand. Of course he knew these things. Compared with the little bug that could be killed at any time, he wanted to know what Dumbledore wanted to do.

"I'm not you, Dumbledore...I don't have that much mercy..."

"But you can't kill everyone, Tom..." Dumbledore sighed, got up and walked to the window, mercy...he also didn't...

"Look at me now, look at me now...Gellert, do you really think that when we were young, we would be worse than you are now?"

"To put it bluntly, if you were born in the same era as us, any one of us could easily kill you... let alone those who are not as good as you..."

"But what's the result? We are all imprisoned in the tower...those opposing voices will only continue to stack up instead of disappearing..."

"You know better than me why purebloods follow you, and those oppressed hemps and mixed-bloods will not give up their own interests."

"I formed the Order of the Phoenix in order to better control those people... and they were able to obey my arrangements because I... am Albus Dumbledore... who defeated Gellert. Thoughts Dumbledore.”

Tom glanced sideways at the back of the figure standing by the window, pursed his lips and snorted coldly. He had many means to control those nobles, but he didn't want to do that...

He didn't want to admit it because he was afraid. He was afraid that if he took the original path and stayed at Hogwarts, he would forget his deeply buried ambition.

Power, prestige, glory...

The higher you stand, the wider you will not necessarily see. If he loses what he has now, it will really drive him crazy.

"I...not you..."

"Of course you are not... This is just my reminder to you, restrain the restless people, Tom... You have to make a choice..."

Dumbledore left Tom's office and returned to the tower of the principal's office. He sat in a chair and stared at the empty photo frame on the table in a daze.

If it weren't for those who forced him to join the war... wouldn't the bottle of the Blood Alliance be broken? Can his hand holding the wand stop shaking...

"Ugly face...false peace...pathetic loser, no one can reshape this world..."

"You're right, Gellert, no one loves me anymore...no one..."

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In the small room at the highest point of Nurmengard, Gellert Grindelwald had lost his former elegance, and his meticulously styled hair was now a mess.