Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Appearing in his dream again, Tom frowned and smelled the smell of blood. This smell made him want to retching, "Why did it change again..."

‘Hiha’

A cold hoarse voice came from afar. Tom followed the guidance of the voice. The muddy soil he stepped on seemed to be soaked in blood. It was so sticky that it made people sick. He tried his best to ignore everything under his feet. Tom stepped over a body. With white bones, he raised his eyes to look at the gradually clear figure.

Although the other person is much taller than him, it is not difficult to tell from his facial features that this is him in the future, but his eyes are scarlet.

'Who are you..'

The young man seemed to have heard something funny. He showed a sarcastic smile, paced back and forth gracefully, and also replied in Parseltongue, 'You already know, don't you... Tom Riddle, you disappoint me so much... Crying is for the weak and we shouldn't cry..'

For some reason, Tom always felt that this future 'self' was the one who personally killed Abu in his dream that day. Thinking of that suffocating feeling, Tom pursed his lips irritably. He didn't want that to happen. , at least now he doesn't think, 'You are not me, you are just...a dream of mine. ’

The smile on his lips gradually widened, and his handsome face was distorted for a moment. The young man covered his stomach and bent over with laughter. After a moment, he straightened up abruptly and looked at the person in front of him with cold eyes, "What a stupid and pitiful person." What are you afraid of, guy? If you are really convinced that I am just an illusion, why are you afraid? I... am your past, present and future...'

'I am the being you long for most in your heart. Only by abandoning your fear and moving forward firmly can you avoid death. Tom Riddle... If you want to be the king at the top, what you have done... Just pursue power at all costs and destroy everything...'

Tom stood there and found that he could not move at all. He watched helplessly as the young man opposite him disappeared and appeared behind him in the thick black mist. His slender palm took his hand from behind and whispered in his ear. The emotionless voice continued.

'Everyone is destined to die when they are born, but we... are not people who are struggling with our fate. We... are people who transcend death. Tom Riddle, do you think people like us will Does anyone love...'

'There is only one thing you need, and that is instinct. If you don't want to become a waste that is stepped on and spurned by others, just follow your instinct and make decisions according to your inner desires. The only one who can always be with you... is me... '

He was in a daze and wanted to recite the magic spell ringing in his ears. Tom suddenly remembered the words 'Will you regret it? I will never be you in this life! ’

The young man shrugged indifferently and stared at Tom with his scarlet eyes, 'Really? Why don't we wait and see if you can really do it... I will keep watching you...'

As the sound gradually weakened, the young man slowly merged into the black mist. Tom breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his trembling hands. This was all too weird. He had no idea why it happened. He squatted on the ground and hugged him in despair. On his own, he had no way to ask others for help or find the answer, "It's too bad, it's really too bad... why did this happen..."