Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Determined not to be swayed by unfamiliar and uneasy emotions, Tom raised his little head and prepared to go to the library. He had never concealed his desire for knowledge. If he mastered stronger strength earlier, he would be able to do whatever he wanted. At some point...he must come back with revenge!

"Hmph~ Wait for me...my dear senior!"

His mood was instantly healed. Tom pursed his lips and smiled. What could he do if he didn't know who his parents were? So what if you are looked down upon by those nobles now? One day he will rule the world and look down on those who ask him to look up to him!

"Ah~ Tom... It's a good thing to love studying, but you also have to get along well with your friends, right~ Otherwise, you will waste your wonderful school time~"

The cheerful and relaxed tone brought Tom back to his senses. He suppressed his excitement and bowed gracefully, "Professor Dumbledore~ I didn't expect to meet you here! But in my opinion, playing with other people is boring. Games are a real waste of time. Everything in the magical world makes me addicted..."

His blue eyes flashed, and the expression on Dumbledore's face gradually solidified, and his tone became cold, "Are you addicted... Tom, sometimes, being too obsessed with something can make you ignore the people around you. Some people, some things... When you look back, you will find that there is nothing behind you except your own shadow. Do you want this?"

Pursing his lips tightly, Tom didn't understand why Professor Dumbledore had changed again. Even if he really did something wrong, he didn't do anything bad, right? Why are you looking at him so warily? Is it because of those lies fed by jealousy?

Feeling a little aggrieved, his pride made him disdain to defend himself. Tom lowered his eyes and stared at the shadow in front of him. The sun was behind him, and the shadow would not only appear behind him, but also in front of him. He would never Regretful for his choice, "I understand, Professor Dumbledore...I will fulfill your expectations..."

Dumbledore sighed faintly, and wanted to reach out and rub the little wizard's head, but found that he could not do such a simple thing at all. It was like there were countless hands on his arms to stop him, and he was in a daze for a moment.

Dumbledore gritted his teeth and raised his hands. He always felt that if he hadn't done this, he would have paid a heavy price for it. "No...Tom...it is never anyone else's decision to decide who you want to be." , including me, all of this needs to be explored by yourself and find your own answers in the unknown. What I can do is to guide you and support you before you give up...when you do it Stop you when you make the wrong decision..."

The generous palm was different from Abraxas's hand. Tom raised his eyes and looked at the serious professor. For a moment, he felt unprecedented complex emotions, as if he had been living in endless misunderstandings. Suddenly at this moment Get free.

Tom stood there dumbfounded. He didn't know when the professor left. He stretched out his hand to touch his face and stared at the tear stains on his hand. What happened to him? Why do you cry, why do you miss that warm feeling...

Tom buried his face in his arms and vented his inexplicable grievances indulgently. Only this time, he would only allow himself to be weak this time. After that... he would strictly implement his plan.