Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

The much-anticipated school day started, and Tom sat at the head of the long table, filled with contempt. These purebloods were hopeless.

After what happened to the basilisk, his suspicions were confirmed. He knew whose blood was flowing in him, and also knew that he was the only one who could control the basilisk.

He willingly let go of his pride and allowed him, a half-blood, to sit in the first place without even remembering his previous disgust.

But he will not forget the things and looks that everyone has forgotten. These people are just stepping stones, and his kindness is only useful to smart people.

One year...he will kill that Nott with his own hands...

"Why are you so quiet today? The well-connected Yaxley family... did you receive any interesting news during the holidays..."

Cobain almost spat out his drink, and he also gave the lunatic Nott a death notice in his heart, "Boss, please stop teasing me..."

"Morfin Gaunt killed three Muggles, but he admitted it directly in front of the Aurors. Moreover, he had no regrets at all and was very proud... He probably will never get out of Azkaban in this life. ."

Tom kept smiling, without any disturbance in his heart. He did not have deep control over Morfin's Imperius Curse.

He also knew very well that Morfin saw everything, even the process of making Horcruxes. People who are afraid of death can easily grasp...

And his uncle belongs to such a person...

"Really...it doesn't matter if you can't get out, the environment in the cell...maybe a little better than that shabby house, are you right? Keban..."

Not daring to say a word, Coban laughed dryly. He didn't know whether Morfin was good or not. He only knew that he was very bad now!

Kill the chicken to scare the monkey? Why treat him as a target?

There are so many people investigating the Slytherin heir, and their family just investigated earlier and knew more...

"Oh, what are you afraid of? You are my... friend~ Eat..."

Tom raised his hand and started eating. When they saw Tom start eating at the Slytherin table, they all picked up their knives and forks. They were really hungry.

It's a pity that the person at the top did not move, and everyone, including the freshmen, could only starve...

Dumbledore held a glass of pumpkin juice to his mouth and played with his beard with his other hand. This was really a horrific tragedy.

Even if Morfin admitted it himself, he still didn't believe that Morfin killed the person. The flashback curse not only saw the Death Curse, but also the Cruciatus Curse and the Soul-Imperius Curse...

It seemed that he was scared out of his mind, but he didn't see the ring, the one in Ogden's memory... what if...

Dumbledore was startled by his own thoughts, spilled the pumpkin juice all over, and cleaned up his robes and beard with a wave of his wand.

He stood up and left the auditorium directly. He couldn't see his heart clearly, and at the same time he was wondering if he was wrong. The amazingly talented young man...

Is he really worried about the future? Or is it because the more you know, the greater your inner ambition grows?

'...What kind of person you want to be is never decided by others, including me...What I can do...is to stop you when you make the wrong decision. you..'

Dumbledore stared at his trembling hands in trance, with layers of cold sweat on his back. It turned out that was what he said at the beginning...

But he personally pushed the young man to a desperate situation, guided him step by step, discovered the most vicious magic, and revealed the cruelest truth...

"It's wrong... it's wrong... I've always been the biggest loser..."