Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Tom glanced at the corpse on the ground, closed the pool, put on the Disillusionment Charm, paused, gritted his teeth and ran back to the dormitory.

The panic in his heart couldn't be suppressed at all. Tom didn't know what to do now. This was the first time someone had lost his life because of him.

Even if it was an accident, he couldn't ignore the sin he carried.

His whole body was so cold that Tom found that his body was shaking uncontrollably. Damn it, what should I do now?

It won't be long before the witch's body is discovered. If anyone knows it's because of him... then he will completely lose the qualification to stay here...

Painful and desperate, Tom squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, his heart full of regret. As long as he closed his eyes, he would think of that lifeless face.

And looking into his eyes...

"What should I do...what should I do...calm down, I have to calm down..."

Inexplicably remembering the conditions for making a Horcrux, Tom walked to the desk uncontrollably and picked up the black diary from the table.

'The feelings and memories that are split together with the soul...'

If he made a Horcrux, would he be able to forget this pain...

'Slytherin won't back down...'

'You will be expelled from Hogwarts... and never be able to come back here...'

'Salazar is not a coward...'

'Azkaban will become a prison for you... you will never be able to walk in the sun again...'

Two different voices kept confronting each other in his ears. Tom stood there with a ferocious expression, and the joints of his hands holding the diary turned white.

"Snapped!"

Thrown the diary in his hand against the wall, Tom found that everything was calm again, and the voice just now seemed to have never appeared.

Tom, who gradually calmed down, sat on a chair and began to recall his memory. He closed his eyes and carefully searched for anything he had missed.

Except for the Ravenclaw witch, he didn't encounter any creatures, not even ghosts.

There is no one else who knows the truth except him...

The only good thing is that Dumbledore was not at Hogwarts during this period, but was outside dealing with the increasingly crazy Wiccan Party.

It is difficult for a person killed by a basilisk to find any clues from the corpse. He only needs to quietly watch the development of the situation...

Tom untied the shirt that was stuck to his body and thought of the blackbird tea residue that had appeared countless times in the divination class.

'Lies..crimes..'

He thought he understood what this meant, yes... If he wanted to get out of this matter completely, he had to find someone who would take responsibility.

And he will pay the price for his lies, and he will never be able to get rid of his sin...

"Am I really a devil...am I qualified to be...the person I want to be..."

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Early the next morning, the news of Myrtle's death spread throughout Hogwarts. Principal Armando and a group of professors appeared in the women's bathroom on the second floor.

Armando squatted on the ground holding the wizard's hat. After releasing a few detection spells, he stood up with a solemn expression.

"Galatea... you are familiar with black magic. Let's see if you can find any clues..."

Melody responded and walked over, whispering a spell in her mouth, and a stream of black smoke floated out of Myrtle's mouth.

"Armando...I'm sorry...I don't know what magic caused this weird state, but it's definitely not the Death Curse..."