Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

ha! trust? Professor Dumbledore never trusted him! The violent magic power surged out from the thin body, screaming crazily and wanting to tear everything in sight.

Tom closed his eyes and tried his best to suppress his anger, telling himself that he was used to these misunderstandings.

'No one can help you.. They will never understand you.. Greatness brings jealousy, which breeds resentment, and lies breed.. You can't stop it.. Give up, accept me, face the truest truth. you..'

Opening his eyes and ignoring everything in front of him, Tom frowned in disgust. The fishy smell in the air made him nauseous. He wanted to refute but found that he had no reason at all. Indeed, no one trusted him, just like he had no one he trusted. .

Suspicion, fear, fear, betrayal, these are all he has.

'What on earth are you...'

The young man was stunned in surprise, and then as if he realized what he heard, he bent over and laughed loudly, 'Hahaha, you asked me what it was? ’ The moment he spoke, it turned into black mist, and then the black mist quickly revolved around Tom.

'I am the greatest ambition deep in your heart, I am the demon resurrected in your soul, I am you, I am Tom Riddle...'

Tom clenched his fists tightly, and the voice in his ears was full of confusion. The cold Parseltongue came from all directions. Each word was repeated and superimposed, but it was extremely clear. Tom thought of his life in these years and those who wanted to Forgetting the bad experience, I fell to my knees holding my throbbing heart.

He raised his head and roared, venting the anger and grievances he had accumulated for a long time. Tom kept waving his hands, trying to disperse the black fog surrounding him, 'Get away! I! Not a devil! no! ! ’

The illusion in front of him quickly shrunk. Tom held his hands on the cold floor, lowered his head and slowly stood up. He was Tom, but Tom was not such an evil existence. He stared at his hands with dull eyes, "What is love... "

The dean said that his mother loved him very much and was still telling her how much she loved him until her death. But did that woman... really love him?

'Tom Marvolo Riddle, Tom... I love you, were her last words...'

Yes, yes, that woman loved Tom Riddle, not him, but his father who had the same name as him...

'I like little Tom very, very much... Abu... This is the privilege I give you... How could Malfoy fall in love with someone...'

The light in his eyes was completely extinguished, and Tom walked into the bathroom numbly. The warm water was like biting icicles. He raised his hand to cover his mouth, and a low and hoarse laugh escaped from his fingers. It turned out that he was so ridiculous. People, holding on to impossible delusions, are looking forward to something like a fool.

Every day after that, even when he fell asleep, Tom would use Occlumency to completely seal off his emotions and heart. He could be an outstanding and humble student that the professors liked, or he could be a terrifying demon who was feared by his peers, alone. He alone is not himself.

Abraxas sat in the lounge with a sullen face. What had happened to his little guy recently? In the past, he either avoided him or looked angry with embarrassment, but now... even if he was teasing him on purpose, he would not show any vivid expressions. His expression, even though he was smiling, could not hide the hollow look of his eyes.