Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Raise your wand and point it at the person you should call your grandfather or grandmother...

"Avada Kedavra.."

Two green lights lit up, and Tom looked coldly at the old man who fell to the ground, and turned sideways to avoid the person who was running towards him.

"No! No no no! What did you filthy bastard do! Devil! You devil who deserves to go to hell!"

Looking at the crying man with an expressionless face, Tom chuckled and nodded, yes... he is a devil, he has been a devil since he was a child...

"I've known this for a long time...Do you have anything else to say?"

Old Tom's eyes widened and he stared at the young man who looked very similar to himself with hatred, "May you... suffer the same tragic ending as the sin you committed..."

"....Avada Kedavra.."

Standing in the room, Tom looked at the body on the ground, took out the ring from his pocket, pointed it at his temple, and whispered a curse.

The pain of soul tearing should have been unbearable, but Tom just wanted to laugh. It turned out that making a Horcrux didn't hurt at all.

It doesn't even hurt like the wound on my forehead...

"Ha...hahaha..." Tom suddenly started laughing, then laughed loudly, until he couldn't stand upright while holding his stomach.

"Are you satisfied...Professor Dumbledore, are you satisfied too...Look~ I walked on the road paved for me, Horcrux, determined to shatter hope, I became what you wanted The person I became..”

"Are you satisfied now! Are you happy to see me struggling to crawl in the abyss!"

'Your body...I took over...'

The scene in front of Tom changed completely. It was no longer a gorgeous manor in front of him, but a small and dark space. He couldn't see anything, but he could clearly feel what he was in.

Tom felt that he had changed, becoming taller and more mature, and more cold-blooded and crazy.

There was still endless darkness in front of him, but Tom could clearly see that he had split his soul again and again.

Seeing that in order not to suffer pain and to fly away from death, he personally killed his friends and imprisoned Abu in the dungeon with his own hands.

Then he killed the man...

'Family, friendship, love... Only by giving up these unnecessary emotions can I become a person without weaknesses, so that no one can hurt me anymore...'

Listening to the murmur of his other self, Tom wanted to refute and break out of the space that confined him, but he couldn't even move his eyes.

He could only passively endure the maddening pain. One breath seemed to have lasted for decades, and in front of him were only corpses full of despair and reluctance.

Moving his fingers, Tom came to his soul space again. This time he saw clearly that the once unbreakable barrier disappeared, and it was the same as he expected but also different.

The houses in the distance were abandoned, and there were a few more tombs in the open space. Under the yew tree on the other side, a man in black robes was standing.

Tom walked over without encountering any obstruction and stood behind the man in black robe. He thought he knew the answer.

'Is that my future...'

The man in black robe chuckled and turned around slowly. He was still the handsome young man before, but his exposed skin was covered with cracks like spider webs.

'That was his future, Riddle... that was his, he killed them, he killed them all, and then he killed himself, and I... are just the fragments he left behind in the Resurrection Stone. .'