Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Same... yearning for warmth. When he was growing up, he had no parents to teach him what to do.

He could only stumble forward alone, with no one telling him what was right and what he shouldn't do.

Endless temptations and hypocrisy trapped my young self in a fog, and perhaps it remains the same even now.

"Since the death of Brutus, there is no one around me who can be called an 'elder' except you... I have found a trace of a father's feeling in him..."

"To this day, I still hope that one day I will be able to find the magic to bring people back to life."

Raising his hand to stop Dumbledore's retort, Tom turned the ring in his hand and raised the corners of his mouth as if he were mocking himself.

"But I also know that even Merlin can't do it...not to mention they...are not cowards. I can't be so selfish."

"You once said at the Astronomy Tower that I like standing there just as much as you do. I told you at the beginning that what we saw was different..."

"Not just because... I like the scenery there, but most importantly, it is the best place in Hogwarts to observe the stars."

Remembering the warm memories that were too long ago, Tom's expression softened, and his dark eyes were like shining stars.

When he was a child, he always liked to sit on the astronomical tower and look up at the night sky. The bright lights of the stars seemed to be the motivation to keep him going.

"I can't do anything to disappoint the old dean...but reality...is always out of my control, forcing me to make concessions again and again."

"Dumbledore... Like you, I can never be 'myself'. You are the leader of the wizarding world, and you are the greatest headmaster of Hogwarts..."

"And me?" He showed a sarcastic smile at the right time, and the aura around Tom became cold again.

"I am the 'Heir of Slytherin'... I have to do those... things I don't want to do. Only in this way can I protect him..."

"Even if necessary, I personally overthrow this magical world, even if at some point, I have to stand on your opposite side..."

"When the time comes... I won't hesitate to raise my wand, even if it means killing you... Protecting him is my promise."

The last sentence was so soft that no one could hear it clearly. Tom closed his eyes again. The "future" he had "experienced personally"...

How could he easily forget the 'warning' he had heard with his own ears?

Looking at the much more mature Tom, Dumbledore's eyes flashed, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings and was extremely complicated.

"Haah..." Sighing, Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped the ends of his eyes with his sleeves pretending to be sad, "Oh... Merlin..."

"I can't even compare to Mr. Malfoy's hair...Tom, you make me so sad..."

Not wanting to deal with Old Bee, who had turned into a lunatic again, Tom turned his head to the side and glanced at the dim sky outside.

Maybe he should feel annoyed instead of relaxed. He accidentally chatted with the old madman for so long. He really shouldn't...

"Hair? Haha... It's really not comparable to Grindelwald's bullying of the small ones. I will keep this account on your head..."