Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Not understanding Parseltongue, Abraxas tilted his head in confusion. Seeing that the little guy had no intention of explaining, he stood up helplessly, looked at the cold man dotingly and smiled, "Okay, okay~ I'm leaving now..." His eyes flickered, and Abraxas suddenly leaned down and kissed him when no one was paying attention, "Good night, little Tom..."

Standing there blankly, Tom watched the man leave with a successful smile on his lips, watched the door to the dormitory being opened and closed, raised his hand to cover his forehead, and felt the soft and cool touch that he would never experience in his life. Forgot, since the old dean passed away, this was the first time someone gave him a good night kiss.

Falling down on the bed, Tom seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He didn't know what to do now. Why did this bastard always show up when he gave up? It always brings him visible hope, but he still can't catch up?

"I always lose to you.. I can't beat you.. Damn bastard.."

Perhaps it was that kiss that soothed his anxious mood. Tom slept soundly that night. In his dream, he had grown up to match that person. The touch and breath were so real. He could clearly remember the other person. What kind of emotions are contained in every expression and those beautiful eyes.

It's a pity that it was just a dream, a dream that will gradually become blurred and forgotten when you wake up.

Still wearing a gentle and distant smile, Tom sat on the grass and chatted with the two little badgers. At least this way, he would no longer have extra energy to think and recall, and he would not be worried about what happened last night. Happy or sad.

"Merlin! You don't know how I got here. I was almost killed by the venom of the giant snail!" Ian waved his arms and complained loudly to his friends. Professor Kettleburn is really amazing. He could secretly raise a bunch of dangerous magical creatures. If he hadn't accidentally seen it, who would have thought that Hogwarts had such a thing! "I swear! I will never take the course Care of Magical Creatures!"

Mickey bent his eyes and nodded in agreement. He picked up a piece of snack and stuffed it into his mouth, and rubbed Ian's red hair. "Okay, okay~ Then you can take the divination class and live Muggle studies. Anyway, There’s still time to think about it, right?”

Holding the tea cup and seeing the interaction between the two people opposite him, Tom blinked his eyes in confusion. Is this behavior a little too intimate? Being with the innocent guys, Tom felt a little relaxed. He suddenly thought of a good night kiss, blushed with embarrassment, and quickly drank the black tea in his hand.

"Tom~ What classes are you going to take next year? Hufflepuff and Slytherin, there are too few opportunities to take classes together..." Ian grabbed a piece of hair, looked at his increasingly handsome friends with a silly smile, and excused himself. Come on, it is human nature to appreciate beautiful things. "If I can take the same course as you, we can meet often~"

The sudden malice made Tom tilt his head curiously, wondering what was wrong with Mickey. Why was he accusing him with a look that looked like someone had taken away his belongings? Gently turning the tea cup, Tom thought for a moment and said his plan, "All...I plan to take all the courses next year."

He knew that there was a time turner. Tom was more interested in the time turner than simple and boring courses. For that magical thing, he had to take all the courses.