Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

During the following holidays, except for eating, Tom never left his small room. He looked over and over at the textbooks he had memorized. Occasionally, he would carefully pick up the pair of cufflinks and reach out to touch them. Exquisite pattern.

He won't bless expectations, but who else knows about this except himself? No one except him knew how beautiful that night was. Even if he knew it was impossible, he couldn't stop him from greedily recalling it in his mind.

'knock knock'

Tom stood up and opened the window, took the letter out of the school's public owl's beak, and shook the money bag that was sent with him. It contained his scholarship funds for this year. "Thank you for your hard work..." and took some bird food. Putting it on the windowsill, Tom unfolded the letter and browsed the textbooks he would use this year. He sighed, picked up his wand and left the orphanage.

Standing at the door of the dilapidated bar with a look of disgust on his face, Tom took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and pushed open the dirty door, wizard! They are wizards, aren't they? Why don't you even bother to cast a cleaning spell! ?

Pumping his cheeks, Tom glared at the napping boss in a vague way, and walked quickly to the patio, the damn garbage dump! Who the hell is this idiot who arranged the entrance to Diagon Alley in a place like this!

After selecting the textbooks he needed at the second-hand bookstore, Tom's ears twitched before he was about to leave, following a man who was a few years older than him. He seemed to have heard Abu's name just now.

"Mom~ Are you telling the truth? The heir of the Malfoy family will hold a grand wedding banquet for the little princess of the Greengrass family after graduation? Merlin, this will definitely break the hearts of many witches~ There are many Malfoy admirers in our college..."

Stunned in place, Tom touched his heart. He was sure that he was not injured, but his heart... seemed to be dead and would never beat again, like a box without anything stored in it, dark, empty, and dead.

He didn't know how he got back to the orphanage. Tom sat on the hard bed, staring at the cufflinks in his hands without blinking. He wanted to use all his strength to hit the cufflinks against the wall, but except for a slight tremor, He simply couldn't perform such a simple action.

"Ha!! Damn Abraxas! It was you who provoked me first!" Covering his eyes in pain, Tom collapsed on the bed, "Damn...I..." For the first time, he understood how incompetent he was. Tom had to admit that he was addicted to the intoxicating aroma and lost in the warm embrace...

'Everyone I like will suffer misfortune, so I don't like you...but my heart is not with me...'

"Tom Riddle, it's time to wake up..."

Indulging his weakness, he spent a difficult night. Early the next morning, Tom slowly arranged his clothes. Even though he was still down and out, the pride engraved in his bones did not allow him to lower his noble head.

Only when you give trust will you get betrayal. In this case, from now on, he will not give others the opportunity to betray him. The appearance of that person is just an accident, and such an accident will never happen again.

One person boarded the train bound for Hogwarts, one person sat in a box, and one person took a carriage into the auditorium. Tom, as usual, sat at the end of the long table with a smile, and the followers around him The readers chatted freely.