Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

It was not the first time he spent Christmas in an orphanage. Tom didn't know how to describe his current mood. He was a little lucky and a little disappointed. He wanted the old dean to see what he looked like now. He opened his eyes and got out of bed, counting the numbers. Among the few gifts, I picked up a letter and rolled my eyes when I saw the cursive words on it.

First, he opened the small silver-green gift box. Tom took out a pair of cufflinks, exquisite silver snake-shaped cufflinks, and muttered in a low voice, "How could I have a dress...that idiot..."

Silently putting the cufflinks back into the gift box, Tom opened the drawer and put the gifts away. He stared at the gorgeous young bald eagle in the cage and once again complained to his stupid senior, such a big raptor! How is he going to raise him, bastard!

(PS. Bald eagles mate for life.)

Stretching out his fingers to rub the smooth feathers, Tom opened the cage, glanced at the lake outside the window, spread his forearms and let the bald eagle stand on his arms, "Abos... let's go, I'll take you to the owl loft. House~”

After adding a Warming Charm to himself, Tom tilted his head, hesitant to add a Warming Charm to his new pet. This decision was not because Apos was a gift from that stupid senior, but because he was simply afraid of Apos. It will be cold!

Silently adding a warmth charm to his pet, Tom walked in the somewhat quiet campus. Thinking of the content of the letter, the expression on his face unconsciously became gentle.

'Give me dear little Tom

I'm sorry that I can't be with you on your birthday. Looking at the gifts I carefully prepared, I think you will choose to forgive me, right~

happy Birthday.

Your favorite senior—Abraxas Malfoy’

The smile went straight to his eyes. Tom covered his beating heart. He felt filled up, strange but warm. Suddenly he thought of the thing he didn't want to think about. Tom slowly put away the smile on his face. He... couldn't like it. As long as he likes something, he will leave him...

"I don't like you, I can't like you..."

Whispering helplessly, Tom walked to the auditorium with empty eyes. The food that he usually found delicious was only bitter in his mouth. He thought of the dream and the scene of Abraxas's death. It was like God's presence. warn him.

If he fell in love with that idiot senior, Merlin would send someone to take that idiot back from him, "Is death... really inevitable..."

Tom suddenly lost his appetite for eating, so he ran to the library and started rummaging around. He randomly pulled out a few magic books and sat in the empty library to read them. Only in this way could he feel calm. His ancestor was a photographer. Master Kamilien, he also wants to learn that kind of advanced magic.

Reading the obscure vocabulary carefully, Tom came to his senses and realized that it was almost time for the dinner. He put the book back and ran to the auditorium to sit next to Herbert Bierley, the professor of Herbology.

"Hehe~ Little Tom, there will be a surprise show soon~ You will definitely like it very much!" Herbert greeted the cute cub enthusiastically, winked and glanced at Kettleburn aside, "Hurry up and start. Come on! Everyone is already here~ I can’t wait any longer!”

After clearing his throat and getting up, Professor Kettleburn stood in the open space in the center of the auditorium with his wand, waving his wand. Suddenly a pool of spring water appeared in the field, and a wall was erected around it. Three little witches were waiting with pain in their hearts. While telling each other their sorrows.