Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

(Wish you all the best, peace and joy)

"Ha~" After a smile, Tom motioned for the little boy to sit across from him, "How many times did you secretly scold me on the way here?"

"How is it possible...I won't do that..."

His eyes became empty, Lucius tried his best to maintain the Occlumency technique, "Godfather, please be gentle this time, you will go home soon..."

Tom nodded, and the gentle expression on his face didn't need to be disguised at all, "What gave you the illusion that I would hurt you?"

"Lucius, it's time to admit that even if you are soaked in the beauty potion, you are still the ugliest wizard in the family... If you don't use your brain more, you will become the most failed Malfoy."

His mind was shocked, and Lucius's body shook. Impossible! He's much better looking than a house elf!

"Godfather, you'd better tell me directly. What do you want me to do?"

With a sad face, Lucius shuddered and kept praying in his heart, never be thrown into Azkaban or deep in the Forbidden Forest!

He's had enough of those dark creatures!

Tom glanced at his stupid godson. This holiday... he would be very busy, but he didn't know how to explain it to Abu.

Whether Lucius has a future depends on him.

"Lucius, I need you to do something for me, a trivial thing..."

The gentler the godfather smiled, the deeper the fear in Lucius's eyes, and his trembling lips could not utter a single syllable.

Tom: ....

Can this guy really successfully hide it from Abu?

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Tom hooked his fingers and called the little wizard who wanted to escape to him, "Don't worry, it's not something terrible, just..."

"You told Abu a little lie, just say that during this holiday, I will work with Dumbledore to deal with Grindelwald's matter..."

"What?? Godfather...if my father sees through it, I will definitely be removed from the list!"

Just as he was about to stop Lucius's monster-like behavior, Tom's ears twitched and he looked towards the place where the slight sound came from.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the back of his hand. When he raised his eyes again, his eyes were stained scarlet again, "Lucius, please."

"I...Godfather, I understand..."

His lips moved, and Lucius wanted to say something else, such as asking his godfather what he was going to do and why he wanted to hide it from his father.

But facing the emotionless red eyes, Lucius felt fearful of Tom for the first time, as if the person in front of him was not his godfather, but... an indifferent king.

"Leave, now."

He gave the order in a cold voice, and it wasn't until the office door was closed that Tom covered his head and groaned. He heard it clearly just now...

The hidden soul beguiled him with a voice that only he could hear...

'Do you really love him... You have received guidance, haven't you... This is a false feeling...'

'Poor guy, no one can escape... look what you did... you unleashed the basilisk... you caused innocent people to lose their lives...'

'Respected professor? If everyone knew your past, would they still choose to follow you...'

'A half-blood born of dirty Muggles? If you were approved by Slytherin...why couldn't you command the basilisk? '

'You killed it, and one day you will kill everyone with your own hands... Tom... Riddle... did you forget how much hatred you felt when you made me...'

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After an unknown amount of time, the maddening pain dissipated. Tom stood up using the armrest, staggered towards the desk, and waved to cancel the isolation spell on the table.

The resurrection stone ring vibrated on the table, making a clanging sound that made Tom frown again.

'call out'

A wisp of smoke drifted out, and the palm-sized Vidi rattled, trying his best to stay awake.

'It's very difficult...it's hidden too deep, and I always feel that it seems...'

Not knowing how to describe it, Vidi banged his head irritably and hesitated to express his guess, "It gives me a very strange feeling..."

'It... represents some kind of future? damn it! I can’t tell what it is, but it’s weird! '

'I'm going to be in it lately, you better hide it, I can feel the effect it's having on you..'

Tom stood there and threw the quiet resurrection stone into the suitcase and hid it?

Where can he hide this thing? It's not safest to stay with him...

Resting with his eyes closed, Tom noticed that the temperature around him dropped a lot. When he opened his eyes, he saw the ghost looking at him, "Ms. Gray...Long time no see..."

"Oh~ That's what you called me back then? How do I remember you called me Helena?"

Ms. Gray flew around Tom. She was entrusted by Dumbledore to come and see how little Tom was doing.

Who told her to be a ghost?

"It seems...your brain is not working properly...Tom, would you like to wear a crown? It can help you maintain a rational, calm and objective mind..."

Watching the ghost leave through the wall, Tom was holding his head and groaning. This time it was not pain, but the thought of wearing the crown made him feel the urge to kill himself.

Too stupid, really too stupid, even if there is a confusion spell, it is impossible for him to be wearing a shining crown inlaid with gems!

That would only allow him to kill Dumbledore. After all, not many people could see through his disguise... Well... Filius would have to die too...

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Some time before the vacation, Tom went to the principal's office and pretended not to see the worried look in the old madman's eyes, and placed the written letter in front of Fox.

"To Grindelwald, keep a low profile. If others see you, you will not be able to achieve Nirvana again."

Fox: ...

Okay, okay, let it work and threaten it, right?

Wait, it's going to burn down all the white peacocks in Malfoy Manor now!

"Tom, it seems you are normal? But can you tell me, what is written on it?"

The curious baby Albus held his face in his hands, staring at Tom with bright eyes, and even wanted to pat him on the back thoughtfully.

Look at Tom retching so hard, maybe he will actually vomit it out later.

"Put away your disgusting expression, old madman. If you can't even guess this, you'd better wash yourself off and throw yourself into Grindelwald's arms!"

Looking away in disgust, Tom cursed in a parseltongue that both of them could understand. Can he survive the rest of the holiday?