Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Returning to his dormitory tiredly, Tom stretched out his hand and rubbed his face. He was so tired. This kind of life was really too tiring. When would it end?

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took out the letter from under the pillow. Tom stretched out his hand to touch the squiggles on it, his expression gradually softened. He could not stop, he had to move forward resolutely, no matter whether he still had the strength or not, no matter where he stood. Whether he was stepping on soil or blood, he couldn't stop, and he couldn't stop.

The gorgeous manor and the noble blood are nothing but invisible shackles. Both he and Abraxas are imprisoned beasts, tightly tied, unable to run into the vast jungle, and can only live day by day. He let out an incompetent roar and tried his best to break through the damn cage until his claws turned into bloody flesh...

"Abu... you white-haired peacock... you'd better retract your tail feathers. If you spread them... I will kill you with my own hands..."

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The next afternoon, Tom came out of the classroom, rubbed his swollen temples, declined Ian and the two of them, and wandered alone in the school. Unknowingly, he came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and leaned casually under a big tree. Close your eyes and enjoy rare relaxation.

"Tom~ You must know that the Forbidden Forest is not a place where students should come..."

Why is a gentle voice so annoying? Tom sighed in his heart. He didn't want to talk at all now, let alone see the professor. Can't he let him go this time? Even if it was just once, Tom opened his eyes helplessly, stood up and bowed, "Professor Dumbledore... I have no intention of entering the Forbidden Forest, I just want to find a quiet place to rest..."

Dumbledore touched his crooked nose, smiled awkwardly, sat on the ground and patted the side, "Ah~ I'm sorry... I disturbed you. If you don't mind, you can sit down and chat with me. ?"

Tom wouldn't believe him if he wanted to curse. Professor Dumbledore couldn't understand what he meant. Seeing that the other party had no intention of giving up, he pursed his lips and sat next to the professor. What could he do? I couldn't beat him again and again, and I couldn't just turn around and walk away, "This is my honor..."

With a smile, he took out the pile of cockroaches from his pocket and handed it over. Dumbledore saw the flash of disgust in the little wizard's eyes, and smiled even more happily. He turned his wrist and stuffed the pile of cockroaches into his mouth, "Sweets always come." It will make people feel happy~ It’s such a pity that you don’t like it, Tom…”

Wanting to curse even more, Tom smiled politely and distantly. He didn't hate sweets, he simply hated eating cockroaches. "I'll try it next time...when I'm unhappy."

"Oh~ this is great!" Dumbledore continued to stuff the pile of cockroaches, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or not. He opened his mouth and exclaimed, so that the little wizard could see clearly the pile of cockroaches struggling in his mouth, " Hehe, Tom~ Do you know what the greatest magic is in this world~"

I really want to curse! Tom swallowed hard and resisted the urge to feel nauseous and looked away. He had some doubts that he had seen something worthy of his respect in this professor, or was he blinded by his powerful strength? Not wanting to speak, Tom just shook his head.

"It's love~~" Dumbledore tilted his head and winked mischievously. His originally heavy mood became better and better under the ugly expression of the little wizard. In the past two years, people in the wizarding world have continued to put pressure on him. He was asked to stand up to Gellert, but no one asked him if he was willing...