Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

He didn't know why he felt this way. Little Tom tilted his head, feeling a little uncomfortable. He frowned and took a few steps back silently. The woman in front of him seemed to be stimulated by this move, and she let out a desperate scream. Little Tom woke up from his dream.

Seeing the familiar environment, Tom breathed a sigh of relief. He opened the quilt and was about to get dressed. He turned to look at the old woman sitting aside, "Dean! Why did you fall asleep sitting down?" He quickly climbed out of bed and stepped on Taking off his shoes and running to the chair, Tom reached out and shook the old dean's hand.

It was no longer a warm touch, but a stiff and cold feeling. Tom felt scared for the first time. He couldn't help but increase the strength of his hands, raised his voice and shouted something close to a scream, "Dean! Wake up quickly. ah!"

The shout soon attracted the early risers. Mrs. Cole kicked open the door with an impatient face, and saw the old dean with her eyes closed in front of her. The wrinkles between her brows could kill a fly. She ran over and stretched out her hand to put him away. Under the old dean's nose, he was surprised to find that the dean had lost his breath.

"Oh God! The old dean is dead! Damn it! Get out of my way."

Tom was pushed to the ground hard, and there was a buzz in his head. The noisy sounds around him seemed to disappear out of thin air, leaving only the word 'death'. What does that mean? Just like mom, never opening her eyes to look at him again?

Why do people die? He even said good night to the dean last night. Why did everything change when he woke up? Is it possible that no one would touch his hair, tell him stories with a smile, and no one would hold him anymore? , he will no longer be able to feel that kind of warmth, no one will say good night to him again, and there will no longer be a good night kiss on his forehead.

Sitting on the ground and huddled in a ball, Tom's inner panic turned into deep fear. He held his head and kept praying. If there really is a God, please open your eyes and look here. Please let the dean wake up again...

He didn't know how long he had been alone. Tom got up and walked out of the room, watching the people around him sobbing. He didn't understand why he didn't shed tears. He was the old dean's favorite child, wasn't he? He could clearly feel that a big hole had been ripped open in his chest.

But why couldn't he cry?

"You weird guy! The dean is so kind to you, but you don't even have tears!" An older boy reached out and pushed Tom to the ground. Everyone was sad, but this guy who was favored by the dean, But there was no reaction at all! This is so abnormal!

"Billy, don't talk to him!"

Tom looked down at the palm of his hand. There were small scrapes on it, as well as dust and small stones embedded in the wounds. These should have hurt, but why couldn't he feel it? It's like... he's dead too, maybe he's really abnormal.

Without any rebuttal, Tom walked to the rocking chair in the old courtyard where he often sunbathed like a lost soul. "Dean...will the people I like leave me? I heard Mrs. Cole They complained that I was a weird guy..."

"A person who is born without the ability to cry, am I a child rejected by God..."

‘Hiss~ Humans are so weird~’

The sudden hissing startled Tom, and he turned his head around to look for the source of the sound. That cold sound was definitely not coming from people he was familiar with. Who would go to the orphanage and eavesdrop on him? Speech?