Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

After the torturous tutoring session was over, the three of them left the library. Tom smiled and said goodbye to the two little badgers. When he turned around, he put away the smile on his face and took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands in disgust at the touch of others. , even if he accidentally touches his finger, it will make him feel irritated.

Tom raised his eyes and saw the tall figure not far away. He hesitated, put the handkerchief in his pocket, and raised his gentle and polite smile again, "Good day...Professor Dumbledore..."

Glancing indifferently at the boy who was bending to salute, Dumbledore was silent for a while. Then he seemed to suddenly come back to his senses and saw clearly who was in front of him. He greeted Tom in a cheerful tone, "Sorry~ I I seemed to be immersed in my own thoughts just now. You know, even I have a lot of headaches..."

Helplessly shrugging his shoulders, Dumbledore turned his head and looked at the humble young man, "It seems that you are very happy with your friends..."

The corners of his mouth raised, and Tom nodded gently, looking directly into the cold blue eyes, "Of course~ Professor Dumbledore, Ian is the first friend I... met on the train. He made me I know a lot of things, but..." Tom pursed his lips in tangle and embarrassment, and sighed, "His talent in potions really... gives me a headache..."

"Haha~" Dumbledore laughed happily and patted the thin shoulder reassuringly, "No one is perfect. Friends are those who can tolerate each other's shortcomings. You are good at this, aren't you? .."

With his head lowered, Tom accepted the compliment humbly with a smile. Yes, he did a very good job indeed. Just like Professor Dumbledore said, he knew exactly what the professor was referring to. After all, no one would use scrutiny. With his eyes, he complimented another person, "It's always such a pleasure talking to you...Thank you Professor Dumbledore for accompanying me back to the lounge..."

"Ah...yeah..." Dumbledore looked up at his surroundings and retracted his hand, "I'm very happy too..."

After bidding farewell to the somewhat embarrassed professor, Tom said the password and entered the Slytherin lounge. He scanned the crowd, smiled to himself, and went straight back to his dormitory. The two nobles in the wizarding world were getting married. It's like a signal.

Let those little nobles be like a group of rats after seeing delicious food, biting each other and trying to monopolize the tempting food.

"Hey, a bunch of idiots who can't see the reality, hopeless losers..." Muttering in a low voice, Tom swung the things on the table away angrily. For some reason, he just wanted to destroy everything now, and it seemed like he was hallucinating in front of his eyes. .

That man was kissing his wife with a happy face. What a perfect match for the two of them, what a sincere love, how... you want people to ruin the picture!

'That's right... destroy it all, with your hands...'

Listening to the cold voice for the first time, Tom slowly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to touch the man's neck. The slender and smooth touch was so lifelike, and the pulse beating from the palm of his hand seemed to have really strangled the man. Tom's neck continued to tighten, and Tom stared at those eyes that became dim, watching the man's thin lips move, opening and closing slightly without knowing what he said.

'wrong! Get out of here! ’

Tom suddenly came back to his senses and stared at his trembling hands in horror. The purple mark on his left wrist seemed to remind him of how bad his behavior was just now.