Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Hiding aside and waiting for the half-giant to leave, Tom checked the time, returned to his dormitory, hurriedly tore off a piece of parchment, wrote down the instructions for the astronomy tower, stuffed it under his pillow and hurried away, okay, he You finally know why your handwriting is so sloppy!

Sitting by the black lake holding a book in a daze, Tom found that he couldn't read a word. He knew a lot of news today, but one thing he didn't understand was why Dumbledore would read a book containing Horcruxes. , delivered under his nose?

He has never let anyone discover the idea of ​​​​escape from death. In fact, what he wants to do may not be to escape from death, but to be afraid. He is afraid that the person hidden in his heart will leave him alone and return without his life. Merlin's arms.

Unable to figure it out, Tom closed the book and put it back. He looked at the time, got up and walked into the dormitory, completely ignoring the confused expressions of everyone in the lounge. What! Have you ever seen someone go out and come back? A bunch of brainless idiots!

Lying on the bed and preparing to rest, Tom groaned and covered his head. His body was frighteningly hot. He gritted his teeth and prepared to get some potions. His eyes went dark and he once again fell into a damn dream.

Still the evil young version of himself, still the eerie scarlet land, Tom stared at the person in front of him with a numb face.

After waiting for a long time and not being asked, the young man stretched out his index finger to support his chin and shook his head helplessly. Well, it seemed that he wanted to speak first, 'How's it going? I discovered such an interesting thing today, don’t you have any ideas~ Do you want to make a few Horcruxes? Let’s see what’s the use...’

Raising an eyebrow in surprise, Tom walked around the young man a few times with interest. He had always been curious about what the person who claimed to be his future was. Today's Horcrux reminded him that if This man really made his own Horcrux. For some unknown reason, it came to live in his soul. Is this possible?

Or is this person just his own illusion, something deep in his heart that grows out of all his evil thoughts? A...dementor living in his soul?

Pursing his lips, Tom looked away, wondering what to do with the Patronus Charm? But... let’s forget about that white-haired peacock, ‘Who the hell are you? ’

The corners of his mouth twitched, the young man put away his smile, his face darkened, and he just... I really wanted to scold someone, what a good young man, but it's a pity that he has a mouth, but if he keeps hiding it, he may really be Press it off!

'Where there is light, there is a shadow, right? There are many possibilities in everyone. Good or evil is never a matter of thought, just like...in the eyes of everyone...Albus Dun, who represents justice Bullido, I will do the same to you...'

Thinking of not-so-good things again, Tom clenched his fists tightly, 'So you represent...my evil thoughts...'

Putting on his perfect fake smile again, the young man pointed to the huge yew tree beside him, "It's a magical tree, isn't it? Death and rebirth..." The conversation changed, and the young man looked away, "There are many things in the future. There are several possibilities. I just deduced one of them. What you have seen, heard and felt is reality...'

His mind was so confused that Tom closed his eyes in annoyance. It seemed that this guy was not a pure existence, but it seemed that this guy had been guiding him. What kind of future did he want to push him to?