Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"...Good morning.."

Dumbledore stood on the stairs rubbing his eyes, feeling an unpleasant feeling in his heart, "Tom, do you have something important to say?"

"Ah~ That's right, I have to leave for a while..."

"What? You..."

Dumbledore stared at the disappearing fire, silently retracted his arm, and ran downstairs cursing, these dark wizards!

When will I understand! Fox is his Phoenix! Not his M’s Knight Bus!

"You tell me! When will you come back!!!"

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While a certain principal was roaring incompetently, Tom had already appeared at Malfoy Manor with Fawkes by the neck.

"? ? ? ? Lucius...your dragon egg is gone~"

Abraxas stood up and accepted Tom's test proudly. He just said~ His little Tom will definitely be back before breakfast.

"Huh...fortunately you're fine..."

Not having time to pay attention to his godson's resentful eyes, Tom held Abu's hand and sat back on the sofa, "It was my mistake, I'm sorry..."

"No one would believe that the respected Mr. Riddle would be someone who likes to apologize~"

Raising his hand to touch Tom's earlobe, Abraxas smiled particularly gently. He had the best partner in the world.

"Father..."

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Abraxas's face dropped, ah... By the way... he also has the most expressionless son in the world!

"Lucius... shouldn't you and Dobby go to Diagon Alley to order new clothes? I hope you can leave the most perfect impression on your professors when you enroll."

After looking at his godfather's tired look, Lucius wanted his dear father to wake up, but for the sake of his own pocket money, he nodded and left obediently.

Whatever, the godfather is so powerful, he shouldn't be trapped to death!

"Sev...don't you want a new crucible? Let's go..."

Severus:???

"...and dragonhide gloves..."

"Tsk, what you need more is...a decent dress and jewelry, dragon skin gloves...chi..."

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The two cubs left the living room. Tom opened his collar and leaned on Abu's shoulder with his eyes closed, "Sometimes I think..."

"Would it be easier if both of us were just Muggles... There would be no damn conspiracy and fighting, and we would have a small farm..."

"Just like that, live simply... I will teach Lucius how to ride a horse and how to hunt... At night we can set up a bonfire in the yard..."

Tom recalled the memory of his Muggle father, and for the first time he could understand why that Muggle smiled so happily.

Power and wealth can bring them a better life, but it can also push them into a deeper whirlpool.

Abraxas lifted Tom's hand and put it to his mouth. Such a life is indeed fascinating, but since the day they were born, they were destined to be mediocre and have no chance of them.

"Tom... you know... I would never put myself in danger..."

Slowly opening his eyes, Tom responded hoarsely. The only one he didn't trust was himself.

"I won't let anyone hurt you...anyone..."