Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"But how can you be so irrational... knowing it's a trap and still jumping into it?"

Ignoring the old madman's thoughts, Tom unfolded the letter and quickly read the handwriting on it...

‘...The Horcrux production handed down by Haierbo is not the most perfect one. I think you are also aware of its side effects.

Not only is the soul missing, the person who made the Horcrux will also be separated from his own emotions, leaving only the most primitive instincts and desires.

At that time, the main soul can no longer be regarded as the original self, it is a monster derived from desire, no matter what...

Albus, you have to remember...even if you are only split once, the loss of your soul cannot be made up for...

in addition...

Take care of your mad dog! If he dares to come to France again, I will never let him go! And you bastard!

Don’t forget...the only owner of the Magic Stone can definitely summon more than ten times more people than the Wu Cui Party...'

Tom saw the long list of curse words behind him, frowned and handed the parchment to the old madman, unable to make amends?

But his soul... is very complete now...

But before, no matter how angry he was, his eyes never turned red...

"Tom, I need to test you..."

"Need not.."

Directly rejecting Dumbledore's kindness, Tom's lips curved into a mocking arc, "Do you think I would give my soul to someone else? What's more, that person is you..."

"Okay, it's getting late, I should go back and rest, but... Tom, I need you to promise me that you will not make Horcruxes again..."

Dumbledore licked his lips, hesitating whether to make a small suggestion...

"Oh, do you think I will establish an unbreakable spell with you? Go ahead and collect honey! Damn old bee!"

Tom snorted and left quickly. He needed to go back to his office and test his soul...

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Late at night, Abraxas dragged his exhausted body back to the manor, collapsed on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest. He was too tired...

Recently, his magic power and energy seem to be consumed much faster. In this case...

"Could it be..."

Abraxas raised his right hand and his eyes fell on the Resurrection Stone ring on his ring finger, "What should I do now...If I take it off, Tom will be angry~"

"...Father, do you need me to remind you, if something happens to you, what kind of disaster will happen to the wizarding world? I don't want to inherit the family too early."

Lucius pursed his lips. As the most caring son, how could he not see the strangeness in his father, especially with the recent consumption of the Glory Potion...

"come over...."

Abraxas waved and patted his son's shoulder gently, "Grow up... Luke... Nothing will happen to me..."

"After all, you are... not qualified yet~ If you want to secure your position as the head of the family, you still have a long way to go, and I... will clear those obstacles for you."

With his eyelids drooping, Lucius clenched his fists. What could he do if he was better than other heirs? What was he so proud of before?

Everything he enjoyed was given by the name Malfoy...