Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"Haha...how could you be so stupid..."

To be regarded as a family heirloom by the Gaunt family, he could use his toes to figure out what those things meant. He didn't want to admit that he would be so stupid as to sell Slytherin's relics for money. Tom covered his forehead with a headache. Her mother...should You can't even do a simple transformation! He didn't even expect the other party to be able to use the soul-stealing curse!

Tom paced back and forth with his bare feet on the soft carpet. The person who had the ability and courage to buy that thing would definitely not be a merchant in Diagon Alley, only Knockturn Alley..."Caractacus...chih , this senior of mine is really a discerning boss."

Pursing his lips, he pulled up his chair and sat down. Tom took out his schedule and crossed out the item 'Enter the Ministry of Magic to gain real power'. No matter what, he had to go to Borgin's Bock store to find the relics his mother had sold. .

“Bad decision..”

Lying on the table a little tired, Tom stretched out his hand to touch his face. The first meeting with his mother in the dream proved one thing very well. His outstanding appearance came from his father, whom he had never met... Muggle father.

Lowering his hands and holding them tightly, Tom felt a little depressed. All the Muggles he knew, except for the deceased, were not friendly to him. He hated those people, but if his father had a similar appearance and the same name as him...

Maybe I just didn't know he existed, rather than... deliberately abandoning myself...

Tom walked into the bathroom, stared at himself in the mirror and began to imagine that his father should be more handsome than himself, otherwise his mother would not be so fascinated, and his eyes should be softer, and maybe there would be something on his lips. Always smiling...

As if he saw a perfect gentleman who was taller than himself, standing behind him and looking at him tenderly, Tom reached out to touch the mirror and showed a gentle smile sincerely. Yes, what he imagined would happen one day will become reality.

"Father...if that is true...what if I am a Muggle? I will stay with you...in the Muggle world..."

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The good mood continued. Tom participated in the dean's slug club for the first time. After a sumptuous dinner, Tom was hugged by the chubby dean's shoulders and greeted the other senior seniors.

"Oh~ Volga~ You should be very familiar with Tom. It's a pity that Abraxas has left school, otherwise this place would be more lively..." Professor Slughorn shook his head regretfully. With the platinum noble present, the atmosphere here is always so good. If he wanted to say something, Slughorn heard the greetings, put on his smile again, picked up the wine glass and walked over.

Volga, who stayed where he was, gritted his teeth, his dean was really great! Just throw a venomous snake at her and leave? It’s okay to mention what that idiot is doing! Wanting to curse and run away, Volga sighed faintly, "Do you mind accompanying me outside to get some fresh air?"

Nodding obediently, Tom bent down slightly and held the finger offered by the other party. The two walked to the balcony. Volga looked at the handsome young man in a daze. The 'letter for help' she received a few days ago, her kindness Friends - Olivia finally couldn't bear the daily farce of that idiot father and son.