Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"Heh...heh~ Yes, yes, Henry, you are right~" Dumbledore turned his wrist and directly released his Patronus. His eyes fell on the calm Tom, "The Patronus Charm is an extremely complex, It is a very difficult spell to cast. If you want to succeed, you must focus on recalling the happiest memories you can think of... and call upon the gods to protect you..."

Without much explanation, Dumbledore drew a circle with his wand, and after chanting the spell, a silver-white phoenix appeared in the sky. Unlike the surprise cheers of the other little wizards, Tom looked at the hovering Patronus calmly, very bored. A spell...

Difficult to cast? It just needs to evoke a concrete positive force. Whether it is one's own emotions or magic power, it is what the wizard should control, right? Whether it's giving yourself psychological hints or making up those so-called happiness...

Tom frowned and took out the wand, opened his lips and recited the Patronus Charm. A cloud of silver-white gas came out from the tip of the wand. The next second, Tom cut off the magic output with a dark face. His pragmatic intuition told him that if he really succeeded in releasing it, Damn the patron saint, he will definitely be so ashamed and angry that he will drop out of school!

"Oh~ Well done, Tom~" I don't know why, although Dumbledore's tone was cheerful, the smile on his face was a little false, his eyes flashed and he clapped softly, "To the wizard who used the Patronus Charm for the first time. It is said that it is rare to be able to release this primitive form..." Dumbledore could not deny Tom's talent, especially in controlling the brain.

After class, Tom picked up his book and left without saying a word. He wanted to go back to his dormitory quickly to see if that damn patron saint would be what he expected!

Running all the way back to the dormitory, Tom locked the door and pressed his lips tightly to release the Patronus again. He unconsciously recalled the night at the Astronomy Tower in his mind. Looking at the Patronus pacing back and forth in the dormitory, Tom covered his head in pain and despair. Close your eyes, "Damn...white-haired peacock!!"

He, Tom Marvolo Riddle, swore to Merlin that he would never use this damn curse in his life!

"Haha! It turns out to be such a...gorgeous thing. If it weren't for that bastard Abu, it would definitely be a majestic python!"

With a dark face, Tom reached out and poked his Patronus. It was obviously him who used the spell, but his expression was as arrogant as that platinum nobleman. He sighed and waved away the Patronus. Tom rubbed the end of his eyes and the Patronus curse was used. It's not very useful, there's no need to care about its damn form...

Sitting at his desk, Tom took out the parchment and revised his plan. He must find Slytherin's secret room, and his relationship with Mr. Scamander must not be broken, at least until he can find out the whereabouts of Slytherin's wand. No, as for Professor Dumbledore...

Thinking of those irritating temptations, Tom's mood dropped. He didn't understand what he had done wrong? If he didn't resist, he would be torn into pieces by those pure-bloods. He just showed his fangs to let those people understand that even though he was a mixed-blood, he was not a weed that could be trampled on.

What went wrong? Doesn't the professor know the reason?

Tom looked at the names on the parchment and was a little dazed. Should he bow his dignity and pride in front of those 'violators' and watch them humiliate him wantonly?