Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

‘Isn’t this normal? One day you will die and I will die too. Maybe I will be eaten by other animals tomorrow. ’

The little snake wanted to sigh when he thought about being used as food by other animals. This feeling of wanting to make it crazily twisted is what humans call sad?

‘I don’t want to die. I can’t accomplish anything if I die. I want to grow up. ’ Tom stretched out his fingers and rubbed the cold and slippery snake head. He was still a child. How could this little thing say such disgusting words? He should not have untied the knot just now!

As time goes by, Tom feels that with the company of Little Snake, life is not too difficult. Even if the children still exclude him and Mrs. Cole still hates him, he has his own little secret. As long as he can be with Little Snake A little chat would make him feel better, and well, he admitted that he liked this special 'kid'.

'I am coming! Where are you? ’

'Hiss..here..'

When Tom heard the extremely weak voice, he paused, put away the smile on his face, and ran over quickly. When he saw the scars on his first friend's body, he stretched out his hand blankly, wanting to touch the dazzling wound. Scarlet, isn't it a prank.

‘Damn you! I'm about to die, and you poke my wound! ’

The little snake was no longer as playful and rolling as before. The little snake slumped on the ground flicked its tail with great effort, 'Hey, Tom, please give me a name too...'

'... Nagini, your name is Nagini, don't die, okay...' Tom gently picked up the motionless Nagini. He originally loved to be clean, and he didn't feel the viscous blood was dirty at all. , does he not deserve to like something?

Why is Nagini dying in front of his eyes now?

‘If I stop liking anything, do I lose everything? Why me... Nagini... why me? ’

Picking up a stone and digging a hole in the ground, the light in Tom's eyes gradually dimmed. Maybe he was a disaster and brought death to those around him.

After carefully burying Nagini in their secret base, Tom stood there in a daze for a while, then silently turned around and left.

From this day on, he no longer liked anything, hated seeing death, and wanted to escape from that powerless feeling.

A month later, Tom lowered his head and stood in a row with other children. The end of the year is a good time for wealthy people to come to adopt children, so that they can give the poor orphans a perfect Christmas and a warm home.

It's a pity that no one will remember his birthday anymore.

A young couple walked up to Tom. The blond woman was dressed very elegantly, with jewelry on her hands and neck. "Little guy~ What's your name?"

"Tom Riddle, beautiful lady, this is my name." Tom looked up with a sweet smile. He had to admit that he looked the most handsome in the entire orphanage, just as the old director said. , is an exquisite little angel.

The young lady held her heart in her hands, her blue eyes shining brightly. She was so cute. If she grows up, she will definitely be a handsome gentleman. "My dear, are you willing to live with us?"

Lowering his eyelids, Tom's long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow, which blocked the disgust under his eyes very well. He was unwilling, very unwilling! He didn't want to fall in love with the couple who might adopt him, and he was afraid that the couple would die too.