Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Curling helplessly on the floor, Tom opened his mouth and bit his wrist. The warm, rusty liquid slid down the tip of his tongue and into his stomach. The smell of blood in his mouth made him lie on the ground and retching. Wiping his mouth with a pale face, Tom took out his wand with shaking hands and cleaned up the traces on the ground.

Lying on the spot with dull eyes, the memory of getting along with Abraxas kept flashing back. Tom covered his face in pain, how could he have such thoughts, how could he hurt that person.

Sure enough, a person like him is not qualified to like anything. This time it is not because of other factors, but because of himself. If he lets it go, one day that person will die in his hands.

Just like what he had seen before, he killed that person with his own hands.

After lying on the floor in a daze all night, Tom tried to get up, but his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

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Abraxas sat in the lounge early in the morning, leisurely holding a teacup, glancing at the boys' alley from time to time, frowning and looking at the time. Something was wrong. His little guy was never late once, every day. At this time, he appeared with a stern face, glared at him pretending not to care, and then left.

"Haah...uh..." Volga covered his mouth and yawned. As soon as he arrived in the lounge, he saw the idiot face of his ally. He held down the veins that were beating crazily in the early morning and sat down gracefully until he was about to squeeze his baby. Next to the idiot with hair, "Maybe I should give up my unnecessary persistence, Abraxas. If you are serious, I only represent myself and support your decision..."

His eyes widened in surprise. Abraxas couldn't believe what he heard. He looked at his junior sister up and down suspiciously, "Polyjuice potion? Or the Imperius Curse...hiss..." A familiar pain was felt on his feet. Come on, Abraxas blinked quickly to fight back the tears that were about to well up, "Okay... Volga, you can prove yourself in other ways next time."

Grinding her back molars, Volga hesitated to throw out the tea in her hand. Damn that platinum bastard, if she hadn't been dissatisfied with this guy's stupidity, she wouldn't have said what she just said, even if I beat her to death, " I don’t want to see you all the time...like a shy girl waiting for the prince to show up, this really makes me feel very, very uncomfortable!"

Abraxas cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment. He wanted to ask the witch of the Black family if he wanted to say that he was a bit stupid. He rolled his eyes vaguely and decided not to talk to him again. Abraxas looked at him again. Next time, "Find someone to ask for leave for little Tom. I'll go to his dormitory to have a look..."

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Tom felt that his body had become very heavy, and he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. It was like he had swallowed a fireball in his throat. He was so dry that he couldn't help but feel so cold that he couldn't help shaking. He felt dizzy again. When someone feeds him something unpleasant to drink, he subconsciously wants to vomit it out.

His chin was pinched, and he was forced to open his mouth. The nauseating liquid was poured into his mouth again, but this time there was something more. Tom's tongue chased the soft touch, this unfamiliar feeling. , he wanted to know what it was, but unfortunately after he swallowed the potion, the thing disappeared.

I don't know how long it took, but Tom shook his eyelids, and a familiar platinum blonde color appeared in his blurred vision, "Ha! Damn dream..."