Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"Okay... Now... how about you let me take you back to the dormitory? Talk about what you once told me... about your dream..."

Dumbledore changed the subject with some guilt, his eyes firmly fixed on Tom, as if he wanted to find some clues from the perfect and unchanged expression...

With a sneer in his heart and a calm face, Tom nodded gently and turned sideways to let Professor Dumbledore walk in front of him, "About this, I am very grateful that Professor Dumbledore has not forgotten it, but as you said, then It's just a dream..."

"Perhaps I was... very worried about whether I could keep up with the progress of my studies. You also know where I come from. Afterwards, getting along with Ian and the others made me relax my tense nerves until So far, I have never had any dreams..."

"Professor Dumbledore, did you say that the lady in the dream could be my mother..."

Dumbledore was silent for a while. Tom's tone was very sincere, and even his eyes were very sincere. This made him a little confused. He couldn't tell what the other person's words meant. Was he simply wanting to know the answer, or was he pretending to be harmless? What about...

"According to your description, that lady is indeed very similar to Merope Gaunt...that is, your mother. She must have mustered up the courage to escape from that home and meet you. Father..."

Dumbledore tilted his head slightly and looked at the pensive little wizard beside him. He moved his fingers and said the last words, "Your appearance...should be the perfect inheritance from...Old Tom Riddle." .I learned from Ogden..."

"Your mother was very infatuated with Old Tom. She fell in love with him at just one glance. She ignored all obstacles to be with your father... Such a touching feeling~"

Tom seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. He tried his best to suppress the anger that was about to burst out. He pinched his palms hard. The pain from his nails digging into his flesh gave him a sense of clarity.

"Glory..."

After reciting the password, Tom said goodbye to Dumbledore with a smile, returned to the dormitory with elegant steps, and finally put down his disguise after closing the door.

Touching? ! Simply ridiculous! If someone who is always looking for him to preach how great love is, if he is really moved, why would he say it so tactfully?

Why don't you just say damn it, 'Love is the greatest magic'!

I reminded myself in front of him because I was afraid that he wouldn't know where his mother was from? Are you going to let yourself go to Ogden to get memories?

Looks, crush, falling in love?

Tom knew very well what he looked like and how deceptive his face was. The greedy eyes that fell on him would also fall on his father...

So...did his father really fall in love with his ordinary-looking mother?

Tom sat blankly on the edge of the bed. The warm scene he had fantasized about countless times now had cracks, as if the fig leaf had been torn off. The truth that was about to be revealed was a reality that he did not dare to think about and did not want to face head-on...

"What did I do wrong...why do you have to be so cruel to me..."

Touching his cheek with a dull expression, Tom had the urge to completely ruin this face. No matter how beautiful it was, what's the use!

This face only reminds him that he is a rejected person...