Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

After leaving the dean's office, Tom put away the expression on his face and rubbed the corners of his mouth that were frozen in laughter. Dean Slughorn was good at everything, but he was a bit verbose. His face was almost frozen with a smile. He pretended to look like that. It’s really tiring.

As he was about to walk to the library as usual, Tom was stopped at the corner. He turned around and glanced at someone who looked familiar. He was silent for two seconds before he remembered who the senior was, "Senior Stuart Bulstrode." ..what’s the matter with you?”

Stuart raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man in front of him carefully, haha~ I see, no wonder even the Malfoys were attracted. He licked the corners of his mouth. Stuart slowly stepped forward and picked up Tom with his wand. chin, "Yes, yes...that's the look..."

"Indifference and contempt.. Being in a disadvantaged position but looking down coldly at the superior people stimulates the nerves of the arrogant people. I really want to trample you under my feet. See you with a begging look on your face, lying on the ground wagging your tail and begging for mercy, just like me Just like those people I played with before..."

Feeling sick and wanting to vomit, Tom gritted his teeth and took a few steps back. Everything in front of him kept spinning and twisting. The magic power in his body seemed to be out of control, and it wanted to tear the person in front of him into pieces.

'Chant it out... say the spell out... you know that, don't you... you know how to use that spell...'

"Crucio...cut out the bones!"

Painful wailing sounded, and Tom stared at his hand with dull eyes. He disconnected the magic power in a panic, modified the other person's memory and trotted away. This was not his doing. No, how could he have cast the Unforgivable Curse? It must have been It's that person, yes, it's all that voice in my head...

‘Haha~ Tom Riddle...it’s now, do you still want to escape? Can you deny that... you just saw that dirty guy struggling in pain, and you didn't feel the relief in your heart? Admit it...you enjoy the pain of others...give your body to me...I will let you see clearly what you want in your heart...'

Huddled in the dark and narrow corner, Tom held his head tightly and covered his ears to ignore the cold voice. His sweat had already wet his robe, and the blood all over his body seemed to have solidified. There was no heat in his body anymore, only endless of coldness.

Did he really enjoy it... He couldn't deny that when he saw that dirty guy in agony, there was a hint of joy deep in his heart. For the first time, he stepped on those arrogant idiots under his feet, which made him feel extremely superior. Feel..

I don't know how long it took, but Tom calmed down again and said, 'What on earth are you...you have a crush on my body...' He definitely heard it wrong. The voice just now clearly told him to hand over his body. , biting his lower lip and cursing in his heart, Tom really, really wanted to pull out the thing that lusted after him from his soul and kill it.

When he didn't get a response, Tom gritted his teeth, ready to put aside his damn etiquette and curse a few words to calm down his anger.

'One day...you will know...'

Clearing his mind to suppress his violent emotions, Tom used a magic spell to clean his robes. Bulstrode... No matter which one he was, they were equally annoying. He needed to think of a way to make that guy with a dirty mind... Get out of his sight.

Taking Dean Slughorn's approval note, Tom went to the restricted book area of ​​the library, trying to find some clues to see what the person who often appeared in his mind was, 'dark magic or a curse?' 'Muttering under his breath, he pulled out a few books on black magic.