Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

His own preferences, feelings, wishes, these meaningless things must be put aside and forgotten. Before he has the strength to crush everyone, he cannot show even a trace of dissatisfaction. This is the reality.

Perfectly playing the role of an outstanding student in everyone's eyes, Tom won the favor of many people with his outstanding appearance and moderate behavior. He endured it until the banquet was over, and Tom was relieved when he returned to his dormitory.

Lying on the bed and raising his hands to cover his eyes, Tom murmured softly, "So tired..." Tom removed his hands and stared blankly at the dark green curtains. Now he looked like a corpse controlled by spiritualism. , cannot go against the wishes of the caster.

"I really want to escape...Father...where are you..."

Countless grievances and unwillingness came up, and Tom bit his lower lip. He just wanted to find a place where he could sleep peacefully. Why should he bear the ambitions of those people and the responsibility of respecting the professor? Suspicion..

The first person who reached out to him abandoned him in order to continue that damn noble bloodline, the first person who told him that he was willing to guide him, but never gave up temptation and doubt.

He told all his secrets, even the weird 'dream', to the person he once trusted the most, but besides getting a suggestion of 'Occlumency', what else did he get?

'I can't show my weak side...I can't...this is just a hardship that I have to go through before I can get what I want...'

"If you don't trust others, you won't be betrayed. If you don't give your sincerity, you won't feel the suffocating pain..."

"If you have never felt love, you won't feel empty and lonely inside after losing the one you love. But now I...have nothing...I can't feel anything..."

Lying motionless on the bed, Tom laughed silently. Was it his naivety or those actions that he thought were kind that were ridiculous?

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Getting up with his head on the verge of splitting, Tom groggily stretched his hand into the air. After seeing the time displayed in the sky, he got out of bed helplessly. He took out a bottle of potion from the drawer and drank it. After feeling better, he drank it from the bedside. He picked up the golden pocket watch, put it around his neck and twisted it.

Tom glanced at himself sleeping on the bed, added a lightening spell on his body, picked up the book and tiptoed out of the dormitory. The time turner was really convenient, so he chose all the courses in vain, and speeded up to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Tom Looking at the countless green-glowing insects in the cage, he moved forward with difficulty.

When everyone arrived, Professor Kettleburn, leaning on his cane, greeted the students in a cheerful tone, "Hey~ little guys! Today we are going to learn about the Billywigworm~ Don't underestimate it. These bugs, their stingers will make you dizzy and then make you levitate..."

Holding a immobilized insect in his hand, Tom pursed his lips and used a magic spell to turn the Billywig over and over in disgust. This insect, which is the size of a fingernail, does not look serious at first glance. What kind of insect has the wings? The one that grows on the top of your head?

"Uh-huh! Tom! Help me..." Ian hid behind his friend, with red eyes, accusing his damn friend, "That guy Mickey! You know I hate these things, but you still put bugs on me! Tom! Hit him with the curse!"