Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

A sarcastic smile appeared on his face. Tom tightened the quill in his hand and crossed out the name on it. Misunderstanding, hasn't he been misunderstood by many people? No matter how hard you talk, you can't make people who don't trust him understand and believe him.

"What a pity...Professor Dumbledore, I originally thought you would be the guide in my life..."

Tom had mixed feelings about the professor who led him into the magical world. He thanked the professor for letting him understand that he was not a freak. He admired the professor's incomparable strength and hated the temptations and defenses with no end in sight.

Tom stared at the wand in his hand. He had forgotten that he didn't deserve to have all this in the first place, but it didn't matter. Now he had a clue. Maybe his wizard father didn't know his existence. As long as he found his father, He will always feel what love is, just like...just like what he saw when he was a child, a tall and handsome man would hold his child's hand, squat down dotingly, and tidy up his child's clothes.

'My wish will come true one day, I firmly believe...'

Cheering himself up from the bottom of his heart, Tom put the parchment away, stood up and moved his stiff body, then lay on the bed with a smile on his face. The future is promising, isn't it~

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In the low-key and luxurious dormitory, Abraxas pressed his forehead tiredly. The current Minister of Magic was not a person who could be easily shaken. To be able to climb all the way to this position from a small clerk in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, the opponent's ability was not tolerated. Look down upon, not to mention that we are still at war.

Even his dear father needs to be careful, let alone him now. Time is running out. He must deal with the dirty things that are secretly watching the little guy before graduation. .

"There's no rush...there's still some time..."

While comforting himself, Abraxas took out a bottle of refreshing potion and drank it. Thinking of the bruises under his eyes, he reluctantly took out the beauty potion. How could a member of the Malfoy family meet others in such an imperfect state~

After leaving his dormitory, Abraxas walked not far away and knocked on the door. When he heard the sound of stopping inside, he curled his lips in disgust.

"Malfoy? What brings you to me now?"

With his eyes slightly lowered, Abraxas maintained the fake smile on his face, used a magic spell to clear away the remaining smell in the room, and glanced coldly at the blushing person, "This... lovely little gentleman, can you Senior, please give it to me for the time being~"

With an impatient 'tsk', Stuart Bulstrode stepped aside and sat carelessly on the sofa in the dormitory. He picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth, "Malfoy, even if I hate it very much, My idiot sister doesn't have a good temper...to tolerate you delaying my good deeds."

Taking out his handkerchief in disgust, Abraxas conjured a sofa for himself. Even if he were killed, he would not touch this guy's things! "I'm also sorry about Miss Bulstrode~ Who made her unable to see where she should be~ Stuart..." Putting away his modest attitude, Abraxas turned coldly and said, "Whatever Malfoy wants, he will get it no matter what means he uses..."

"In recent times, I have heard a lot of interesting news. Your father has played tricks on a lot of Muggles~ Maybe in a few years, you will have a few junior students enroll~"