Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"Anna? Are you outside~"

The deep and rich voice made Tom subconsciously step back, holding Morfin's wand tightly and gritting his teeth without making a sound.

He should be the closest person by blood, but at this moment he just wants to run away. He doesn't know what he will hear.

He didn't know what he would do. Every breath he took was like a torture that could drive him crazy. The air he breathed in was like hot iron sand, scratching his chest.

"Why don't you come in when you're back? I'm still waiting for you to make me tea..."

Old Tom muttered and opened the study door, and saw the handsome young man standing outside. He stood there blankly, and the extremely disgusting memories that he had always wanted to forget flooded out.

"you you!!"

Taking a few steps back suddenly, Old Tom's facial features were almost the same as those of the young man in front of him, only a little more mature and calm.

With a disgusted expression as if he had eaten a fly, Old Tom's handsome face gradually turned ferocious. He retreated to the desk, picked up the ink bottle on the desk and smashed it.

"How dare you come to me! That woman...that devil!! If it weren't for her! How could I have become a joke! Get out! Get out of my house!!"

Letting the ink bottle hit his head, Tom stared at the bottle that rolled to the floor, and the ink stained the white carpet.

Tom didn't answer, didn't even look at his father who was swearing viciously, just stared at the glaring stains on the carpet.

"Did you hear what I said! Get out, you little devil! That woman has ruined my life! Isn't this enough!"

"What did I do wrong! People like you shouldn't exist! I know what that woman did to me! She used weird things to control me!"

"Oh my god...it's a good thing I'm awake. Living with a devil like that, you might as well just kill me!"

His eyes were stung, so Tom slowly raised his hand to touch his right eye, wiped away the warm liquid that flowed into his eye, and suddenly laughed out loud when he looked at the scarlet color on his hand.

I finally raised my eyes and met the eyes full of resentment. Is it really the same? It seems to be the same. There doesn't seem to be any similarity.

Why is his father completely different from what he imagined? Why not look at him tenderly, hold him in your arms and tell him how much you miss...

"Father...did you really never love her..."

"Don't call me father! I'm not your father!" Old Tom gasped and spat on the ground, "Love? Bah! Just thinking about the days with that woman makes me sick. Spit it out!"

Tom nodded, once again wiped away the blood pouring from his forehead, arranged his robe elegantly, and pulled a perfect smile from the corner of his mouth.

"What about me...do you know I exist..."

Old Tom paused, a flash of struggle flashed in his eyes, and then quickly disappeared, "How could I not know, but I don't care, as long as I see you, it will remind me of those disgusting and shameful days!"

The last glimmer of hope was completely extinguished, and Tom found that he couldn't feel anything. He was hollow, numb, and even his own heartbeat seemed to have stopped.

"Tom..I heard you shouting.."

"Oh my god...what's going on? Who is this?"

Two old voices sounded behind him. Tom slowly turned around and saw the surprise and disgust on the faces of the two old men.