Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

When Tom heard the sound of Parseltongue, he understood who this disgusting man was and closed his eyes to avoid looking at Ogden who was struck by the curse.

That scene really...he shouldn't have come on the Knight Bus. Now he really wants to vomit. The snot curse is really...yue...

‘Morfin! ’

Tom opened his eyes and saw an older man running out of the house, equally short, ugly, and equally fierce, and this man was his...grandfather.

"People from the Ministry of Magic? Hehe...he broke into private areas without notice. You can't blame my son...he acted in self-defense~"

Ogden almost laughed at the shameless words, and took out his wand to stop his nose that was still bleeding a lot of yellow pus, "Mr. Marvolo Gaunt?! Then Morfin!"

There was no answer. Marvolo turned around and glared at his son fiercely. He still spoke in Parseltongue, 'Get in! ’

After Morfin entered the room, Marvolo looked at Ogden with a grin, looking up and down at his outfit, "Are you a pureblood?"

"I am neither!" Ogden was really angry. He knew why the Gunters were called pure-blood lunatics. He had such a good temper that he wanted to curse others now!

"Mr. Gaunt! I'm here this time about Morfin. Maybe we can go into the room to talk?! About what happened early this morning - a serious violation of wizarding laws."

"Into the house?"

Marvolo seemed to have seen something dirty, and his disgusted expression was not concealed at all. He turned his eyes and turned the ring in his hand carelessly, "Okay... then let's go in and talk..."

Tom followed into the house. The large room in the middle was used as the kitchen and living room. Morfin on the sofa was humming something in Parseltongue.

But Tom's attention was focused on the pale, ordinary-looking woman in the corner, wearing a tattered gray dress.

The woman who appeared in his dream, his mother...

"Merope..my daughter.."

Marvolo's reluctant voice brought the man who was sizing up Merope back to his senses. Ogden said hello and was a little embarrassed when he didn't get a response.

"Mr. Gaunt... We have reason to believe that your son Morfin used magic in front of Muggles late last night..."

Tom stared blankly at his mother, timid and listless, her eyes as dull as her hair.

Merope turned her back to her father and guests, playing with the bottles and jars on the shelf. After hearing Ogden's intention, she nervously dropped a jar to the ground.

"Pick it up!" Marvolo yelled irritably. When he saw his daughter picking it up with her hands, he raised his voice again angrily, "What is your wand for? You're lying like a dirty Muggle." On the ground! Waste!"

Merope just bent down to pick up the jar on the ground. When he heard his father's roar, his face turned white and red. He dropped the jar on the ground and took out the potion from his pocket. He was so panicked that he didn't know what he was thinking.

His eyes kept falling on Merope, and Tom's eyes became colder and colder. He just looked at his mother, seeing that she couldn't even use the levitating spell.

Watching her being mocked mercilessly by Morfin...it wasn't until Marvolo pulled Merope away that Tom came back to his senses and saw a black gemstone ring on that thick hand.

"See! This is Salazar Slytherin's..."

Tom narrowed his eyes and looked at the golden locket in front of him. Before he could take a closer look, Marvolo stretched out his hand and pushed his daughter back to the previous corner.