Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

'How on earth did a bunch of idiots with their heads full of porcupine quills figure out how gentle this venomous snake was? Hit by the Blind Eye Curse? Still cursing in her heart, Erin sighed vaguely and rubbed her fingers on her robe, "I heard that Senior Riddle is also very talented in potions. If you don't mind, please accept this." This book...this way I can ask you for advice if I don't understand something..."

Tom took the brown book without a title. He had heard that the Prince family's book collection was comparable to that of Rowena Ravenclaw. He didn't know if it was true or not. He squinted his eyes and touched the book cover, " Of course...as long as you have questions, Erin, I will answer them for you at any time..."

The corners of her mouth twitched twice, and Erin put away her smile. She was not suitable for fake smiles, so it was better not to force herself. She nodded with a sullen face, put away her cauldron and left. It was just a book, and she had many at home. As long as that scary guy stays away from her, just send them all away!

Feeling rejected again, Tom's face turned darker. He stretched out his hand to press the corners of his wildly beating eyes. He sat on the chair and opened the book in his hand. When he saw the magic potion formula on it, Tom was a little surprised. There were many magic potion formulas. The medicines were all things he had never heard of.

Among them are many potions that need to be used in conjunction with black magic. It seems that the rumors are indeed true. The Prince family's collection of books may really be comparable to Ravenclaw.

It’s no wonder that those nobles have been keeping a close eye on Prince. It seems that his schoolmate’s life is not easy. If she stays in the magic world and waits for the death of the current head of the family, her useless father will definitely fight to maintain it. The family's dignity was to give her to a certain big noble to prevent the family from being divided by marriage. Unfortunately, Irene Prince didn't look like someone who was waiting to be killed.

"There is actually a rebirth potion... I don't know if Miss Prince can hold on..."

Re-opening the old potion book, Tom read it carefully. Maybe one day the contents in it would be useful to him. The more carefully he read it, the lower Tom's mood became. The ancient pure-blood family, even if It is a family that is gradually declining, and its wealth is also extremely rich.

'The gap between you and me...is really too big...'

The feeling of inferiority began to spread. Tom closed the book and put it in his pocket. His pride could not make him straighten his back at this time. The gap between him and Abraxas was too wide and too deep. What should he do? How can we cross it?

"I want to be alone...how long can I live in misery...let me be alone and suffocated by loneliness...where are you at this time..."

Walking back to his dormitory blankly, Tom lay on the bed and huddled up. There were only a few letters with him. He couldn't think about it or touch it. How could he drag such a person into his hopeless life? in the world.

Abraxas is a noble Malfoy who has formed a new family. In the future, he will give birth to his own heir with his beautiful and charming wife, but he is just...a man who was abandoned before he was born. What qualifications do you have to disturb other people's happiness?

Tom's closed eyes trembled. This feeling was too familiar. Every time he stood on the street begging with a donation box in his arms, he would envy and envy those children who were led by their parents.