Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Moving his fingers, Tom remembered that this was just someone else's memory. He didn't understand why his mother was so cowardly.

Being thrown away casually like garbage, without even a hint of resistance, they would just huddle in the corner and suffer everything silently.

Is such a person really his mother? Why is there no resemblance to him at all...

'ding ding dong'

Tom heard the bells and the sound of horse hooves outside, but he was not as curious as others until his mother looked up with a pale face.

"Tom... couldn't your father tear down such a disgraceful thing~"

His heart was beating wildly, and there was a crack in Tom's originally indifferent expression. His body was frozen in place as if under a petrification spell, and his next words completely defeated his hope.

"That's not ours, it belongs to a tramp named Gaunt and his children. The son of that family is crazy. Honey, you should really listen to what the people in the village say about him... Stay away from there, honey. ..”

'Honey~ He called that woman honey~~ He won't want you anymore...'

Morfin's words completely ignited Marvolo's anger, and he asked his daughter if she fell in love with a dirty Muggle.

‘Haha~ Dad! Just to teach him a lesson, I made him covered in hives...'

Tom didn't care about what happened next. He took one last look at his mother's horrified face and exited Ogden's memory.

After modifying the other party's memory, he left Godric's Hollow in the night.

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Instead of going back to the Broken Ax Bar, Tom sat on the roadside and looked up at the night sky, reaching out to catch the shining stars in the sky.

"Dean...I'm still here, but she can't see me...you lied to me..."

Tom took back his hand and suddenly laughed, a beautiful smile, like a broken crystal doll.

His father called another woman dear, so how could he suddenly fall in love with an ordinary and ugly woman? How could he possibly fall in love with what he calls the child of a homeless man?

What a ridiculous fact, what a cruel reality.

He almost sympathized with the father he had never met, who was controlled by a disgusting woman using magic potions to live with him...

Finally, a child was born... Look, what a pitiful Muggle...

"Mother...heh...what's the difference between you and me..."

Tom stopped laughing. He could still recall his mother's expression. It was the deepest fear, fear that the one he loved would see him in such a state of desolation.

Knowing that one is not good enough for the other person, but stubbornly refusing to give up, and one's devout faith collapsed, how many people can survive...

"This is love...the greatest love...it's obviously just to satisfy your...dirty and disgusting desires...Tom Riddle, you are really pitiful and pathetic..."

The corner of his mouth curved into a self-deprecating arc, and Tom suppressed the figure in his mind. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he should feel lucky or disgusted with his face.

..........................

Regardless of whether he has a lucky mentality or whether he is paranoid in his bones, Tom has no intention of giving up knowing everything.

Tom stood on the valley and glanced at the grand house surrounded by grass. The fuzzy scene that he couldn't set foot in his mind gradually became clearer.

With a flash in his eyes, Tom turned and walked towards another road, found a small wooden house surrounded by thorns, and carefully looked at the dirty and dilapidated house.