Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"This is what you begged me to say...At the beginning, both Gellert and I believed that our own abilities gave us the right to rule, and we both knew that this theory would definitely be opposed..."

"These dissenting voices will become the cornerstone of our argument that fighting for dominance is for the greater good."

"But in the end we had differences of opinion. I thought that when encountering resistance, the necessary force should be used appropriately, but he chose to suppress it..."

"There was also an accident that happened...that I can never forgive myself for..."

"So you ran away? Abandoned your former lover, acted like a coward, didn't dare to face your own mistakes, and completely closed off your true self?"

Tom did not hesitate to rub salt into Old Bee's wounds. He did not even think about hiding his sarcastic tone, "Gryffindor will cry..."

Staring at Tom, Dumbledore played with the Elder Wand in his hand again, "Yes, yes, you are right, I admit that I am a coward."

"I have paid the price for this... The title of President of the International Federation of Wizards is the honor I hate most in my life. No one knows my true thoughts..."

"No one knows... how dark my inner thoughts were when I faced those... who forced me to raise my wand... I even wanted to kill all those people and use evil magic..."

"It wasn't until I stood in front of the Mirror of Erised... and saw my deceased relatives, and Gellert standing behind me... that I understood everything..."

Dumbledore's thoughts seemed to return to 1945, staring blankly at the lake, "With the gift of prophecy, he saw too many things that others could not see..."

"This is a gift and a curse...Gellert is like a Chimera, dangerous and violent. No one can stop him, and I..."

"He... cast it into Bellerophon... and personally 'quenched' our unrealistic dreams..."

Tom nodded silently. A dangerous monster with a lion's head, a snake's tail, and the body of a goat. Now the word Chimera refers to things that people can imagine but cannot achieve.

but...

"Are you worthy of young and handsome Bellerophon..."

"...Let's do it...Tom...let's have a life-or-death duel!"

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As a result of the two men's actions, the only disasters suffered were the lowering of the water level of the Black Lake and the thicker foggy environment. Tom took the lead in retracting his hand and walked straight back to the castle.

Not satisfying... not satisfying at all..

Who cares about learning the God of Fire to open the way? The mantra recitation is so standard, is it because he is afraid that he will not be able to learn it? Who are you insulting?

Isn't Li Huo better than that thing?

Regretfully putting away the Elder Wand, Dumbledore slapped his forehead and ran after him, "Wait! Lend me the Resurrection Stone!"

"Tom~ Tom~ Resurrection Stone! Lend me the one Abraxas is wearing!"

With no trace of irritation on his face, Tom stared at his tugged sleeve and chose the former between cutting off the old bee's claws or cutting off his own robe.

"Do you want to be shameless? Are you going to join the Wiccan Party? Do you want to collect the three Deathly Hallows and give them to Grindelwald to make amends?"