Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"You know... my parents' situation makes me feel painful. I have watched my father suffer for the sake of the family since I was a child... I have watched my mother endure while trying to integrate into the Muggle world..."

"To be honest, I understand them very much. They are two people who love each other so much, but there is always an insurmountable gap..."

"I still remember the envy and longing in my mother's eyes when she saw my admission notice. I think she also misses the life in the wizarding world very much... She doesn't have to suppress her nature and can express herself as she pleases. magic..."

Professor McGonagall lowered her head with gloomy eyes and subconsciously touched her ribs with her right hand. Like her mother, she was once very talented in Quidditch.

Unfortunately, an accident caused her to break her ribs and she could no longer compete..

Just like this, her heart is already full of regrets, so how depressed must her mother be...

"I once swore that I would never fall in love with a Muggle... just to avoid... the same experience as my mother, but before I entered the Department of Magical Law Enforcement..."

"Being hopelessly in love with a Muggle...that was the only time I ever lost my mind. Dougal McGregor was handsome, smart and funny..."

"At that time, I thought he was the best person in the world... Even if he asked me to give up magic... I would never be able to take that summer vacation..."

"We would sometimes quarrel fiercely, and sometimes we would peek into each other's hearts... until one day, he got down on one knee and proposed to me, and I directly agreed to him..."

"Those were the happiest and hardest months of my life.."

Professor McGonagall's eyes were red again, she closed her eyes and let the tears flow. She thought she had forgotten, but she didn't know that she couldn't let go...

"That night...I couldn't tell my parents about it, and I couldn't imagine what it would be like afterwards...I didn't want to lie, let alone deceive myself and others."

"Dougal will give up inheriting his father's achievements and accompany me to live in London... Finally... I will run away at dawn... leaving Dougal heartbroken..."

Listening to the young witch's story, Dumbledore found that his mouth was... bitter, as if what he had just eaten was not a sweet cake.

But a whole piece of bezoar...

"Is he married? I remember Isobel would always send you letters, very thick letters... and today..."

Dumbledore stopped, his expression was dazed for a moment, and his originally straight back became stooped. This was indeed a heartbreaking thing...

The sudden passionate love will sooner or later turn into a brand that is burned into the heart...

It will always stay there, throbbing with the beating of my heart....

"That's right...another farmer's daughter..."

Dumbledore handed over the handkerchief and sighed quietly, "I think I will be one of the few people in this world who can fully understand your feelings."

"I once had a sister - Ariana... when she was six years old, she was brutally treated for using magic in front of Muggles. In the end, she was tortured by her own magic and went crazy..."

"And my father attacked those people for this matter, and was then captured in Azkaban. Since then, my mother and I, along with Ariana and...my weird-tempered brother..."

"Living a lie together... used to cover up Ariana's situation and prevent her from being locked up in St. Mungo's..."

"Then one summer, I met the only true love in my life...I was very proud at that time, very, very proud..."

"Thought I was the only one... who could change the wizarding world, until he came... Gellert Grindelwald..."

She covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. Professor McGonagall almost doubted her ears. If this was the case...

"Those people are so cruel...forcing you to fight...him..."

"Yeah... that year... was a very scary time for me..."

Dumbledore closed his eyes and tried to calm down his emotions, "I think you should also know what kind of person he is..."

"We once established a blood alliance and swore never to hurt each other... We even agreed to rule this world together and build it into the most ideal world in our hearts..."

"But then... Aberforth came back... and blamed me for forgetting my responsibilities and wanting to leave with others... The quarrel turned into a fight, and the only victim..."

"Only innocent Ariana..."

In the quiet night of Hogwarts, two extremely lonely people exchanged secrets with each other, each venting the things that caused him the most depression and pain...

.................................

Abraxas was aggrieved and brought his unsightly sons, one big and one small, to hold on to those who wanted to go out.

He doesn't want to be alone with his son/father!

"...Relax...Open!!! I'm going to the Muggle world!!! Do you want to go too?"

Tom felt like his chest was going to explode with anger. As long as these two Malfoys were together... they would be twice as clingy!

He wants to go back to Wu's Orphanage...

"All right.."

Abraxas glanced at the little clingy spirit in warning, silently threatening Little Platinum to let go quickly, and raised his eyebrows provocatively after hugging Tom.

"I'm willing to go with you~ After all, I'm the one who loves you the most!"

"Godfather! I want to go too! My face is much tenderer than daddy's!"

"Lucius...Malfoy!!! Go to the study and copy the family instructions!!"

With an expressionless expression on his face, Tom pulled away and rubbed his sore ears. Not only was he clingy, but his volume also doubled...

Arriving at the Wood's Orphanage in London, Tom walked into Mrs. Cole's room. The skinny old lady lying on the bed could not look as fierce as she once was.

"Riddle... I didn't expect that I could see you again... Brat... thank you for everything you have done here... otherwise they would have no place to stay..."

"The drawer...in the small box in the drawer...there is a silver coin...perhaps after so many years...you will be willing to take it away..."

"Weird boy... I told you not to come back... This is not your home... This is not a place you should call home..."

Mrs. Cole finished what she wanted to say intermittently and fell into a deep sleep. She had always hated this place.

I hate everyone who lives here, including herself. They shouldn't be here. They shouldn't be called dirty things that no one wants.

May God bless... those annoying little bastards...

After burying the person he once hated the most, Tom stood in front of the tombstone, hearing heart-wrenching cries.

"...You are the weird woman..."

(I went back to the orphanage for the professor’s appearance, but it’s still in my belly.)