Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

On Christmas Eve, Abraxas knocked on Tom's door with a gift in his hand. He looked at the man who had become cold again with some regret, "Happy birthday~ little Tom...and..." and handed over the gift in his hand. Abraxas clenched the hand behind his back, "I hope you can come to my... wedding banquet during this year's holiday."

The hand of unpacking the package paused for a moment. Tom didn't know what expression to use to deal with the current situation. Should he smile and express his honor, or should he angrily kick the person out of his dormitory and pick up the exquisite dress in the box? , Tom suddenly laughed, look, how considerate the noble Malfoy is, "I'm afraid I can't do what you want, this is my return gift, please leave..."

Holding the small and exquisite snake-shaped alchemical object, Abraxas stretched out his hand to hold on the closed door. If little Tom did not appear, how would he suppress the disgust in his heart?

'What a pity, the dress I gave you is the same as the one I want to wear...'

As humble and courteous as ever, Tom executed his plan perfectly, sending letters to Mr. Scamander as an admirer, inquiring into the secret past events that he had no way of knowing, and defeating those who came to trouble him without reservation. People, interact closely with those so-called followers.

Everything seemed so normal, but Tom always had the illusion of being controlled by himself. He was like a puppet master, calmly and indifferently waving his fingers, directing himself wrapped in silk threads according to his own wishes. .

The depression and suffocation felt in the body cannot fill the emptiness in the soul.

"Tom, what's wrong with you recently?" Ian worriedly stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his friend. Since Christmas, Tom seemed to have completely closed his heart. Although he behaved as gentle as before, he always Feeling that something is missing, "If...if there is anything I can do to help, you..."

"Ha...what can I do? It's just..." Tom interrupted Ian's words, reached out and took out the potions book, spread it out in front of several people, and tapped his fingers on the contents. , "I'm curious, is there a magic potion..."

His eyes darkened for a moment, and Tom chuckled and shook his head. It seemed that something was really wrong with him, and he actually wanted to express his thoughts to others. He had been wondering recently if there was a magic potion that could make people Feeling such despair and pain, if there was any, he was willing to drink up the bottle. Maybe this way, he would not be like now, numb and unable to feel anything.

"It's nothing.. Nothing happened to me. I'm sorry for making you worry.."

Ian pursed his lips unhappily. No matter how unintelligent he was, he would not be so stupid that he would not notice how perfunctory Tom's words were. Just as he was about to say something more, his wrist was pulled, and Ian turned to look at Mickey next to him. , sighed in frustration, "Okay, okay~ I'd rather be a fool..."

Being in it but feeling isolated from the world, Tom put his finger on his upper lip and used Occlumency to suppress the emotions that were about to explode. He kept telling himself that it was not the time yet and that he had to show a friendly side. He was of mixed race and came from Two 'friends' from other colleges were able to dispel some of Professor Dumbledore's suspicions.

"Let's get on with it... Ian, Mickey, your potions scores really... need to improve..."