Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Unable to give a definite answer, Dumbledore did not dare to look at the boy in front of him for the first time. He was not a saint, but a man who had lost everything.

Because of this, he was able to maintain his calmness and calmness. He no longer cared about anything and didn't want to remember the past...

He dedicated himself to the magical world and became what others said was a person who represented justice. If he didn't do this, he would not be able to help himself...

I can't help but completely destroy this world, and destroy this world where he is no longer worthy of nostalgia...

"Tom...what if...I said what if I agree...can you promise me that you will never betray my trust?"

"trust?"

With a sneer, Tom shook his head gently and raised his eyes to meet those indifferent blue eyes, "Professor Dumbledore, can you tell me, what is trust?"

"Can you tell me... would you really trust other people... what's the difference between us? We're all the same cold-blooded, aren't we?"

"But I'm luckier than you. At least I haven't lost everything yet..."

The two faced each other silently, Dumbledore's eyes flickered, and he lowered his eyelids slightly to avoid Tom's gaze, yes...

There is no difference between them.... His passion had already been drained out that summer...

All that is left in this life is endless regret and shackles that cannot be taken off.

"I'm very sorry..."

He slowly closed his eyes, and his apology, which was so gentle that it was almost blown away by the wind, was still captured by Tom, but he could not forgive him.

No matter what the reason was, he couldn't forgive this...

He couldn't forget how he discovered the Horcrux, let alone the pain of splitting his soul, and his father's words that made him collapse...

It is a gap that can no longer be crossed...

No one knows how he survived, no one knows how he survived the cold winters year after year in the orphanage.

Every birthday, he could only brave the biting cold wind, lie by the window and look up at the night sky, sketching out warm pictures in his mind.

But all expectations were shattered, shattered by unfounded suspicions and countless misunderstandings.

Maybe he can understand Dumbledore, but he can't forget everything he has endured...

"I never wanted an apology...Professor Dumbledore..."

"I will leave, but I will also come back. You can't stop me... Then, I'll take my leave first, Professor Dumbledore."

After an elegant salute, Tom straightened his back and strode away.

No one has ever asked him if it hurts, and no one has ever seen his grievance and unwillingness. Over time, he got used to it.

He became a person who was admired by others, and became a... gentle and polite outstanding young man in the eyes of others.

He will no longer be a childish child, and will never be able to become a 'little angel'.

Tom walked through the dark corridor and stood in front of the stone wall with his head lowered. He delayed saying the password to enter the lounge, even he would feel tired.

After entering, he had to put on a mask and talk to those hypocritical nobles. No matter how luxurious the decorations were, they could not block the rough stone walls.

A fireplace that is always burning cannot warm the entire space at all. How can people who are in a tall tower and enjoy the sunshine understand those who long for warmth underground?

"...pure blood..."

The stone wall opened, and Tom walked into the common room with a small smile on his face. Next year he would be freed from this place, and when he came back, Hogwarts would be changed because of him.