Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"Senior Riddle? Can you give in... Curfew is coming up."

Familiar tone, familiar dialogue, Tom frowned and thought secretly, what kind of trick is this little witch playing?

In the afternoon, he still looked like he was under the control of the Imperius Curse. Now he's back to normal?

Tom squinted his eyes and looked up and down at the slightly disgusted witch. His body that was about to move away stopped and completely blocked the passage!

"As expected of a member of the Prince family~ Do you love potions so much that you forget the curfew?"

Erin looked up at this troublesome man, staring into his eyes without blinking, trying to see the ridicule towards her.

After watching for a long time, I couldn't see anything. Irene didn't quite understand why this prefect... thought she loved potions...

That kind of thing... that kind of thing... would she love...

Irene's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The struggle in her eyes quickly faded, and Irene lowered her head again.

"I'm sorry, Senior Riddle, I'm not what you said...after all, I...I don't deserve this surname, yes...I don't deserve it...I don't deserve the surname Pulis..."

Tom did not miss any of Eileen's changes. Seeing that the little witch became confused again, he interrupted the other person's muttering, "Go back...or do you want to be deducted?"

"Okay...ok...thank you..."

Tom stared at the fleeing figure and shrugged. He could guess a rough idea, but he didn't know the real reason. Maybe forgetting is also a good choice...

At least this way, you can live in the world you have woven forever.

Splitting the soul also cuts out emotions and memories..

"It seems that I am also a coward...I desperately want to escape from everything..."

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On Christmas Eve, Tom stared at the gifts on the bed expressionlessly. This morning, as usual, he received a birthday gift from Abu.

After eating a few mouthfuls of food, he returned to the dormitory with his things, but now he had an extremely bad feeling...

He wasn't really sure what he would do if he opened the gift box.

The corners of his mouth tightened, and Tom took a few steps back. He didn't stop until his back hit the wall. With a wave of his wand, the silver ribbon automatically untied.

The packaging of the gift box was quickly unpacked. Tom glanced at the gift floating in the air, was stunned for a second and then smiled, but that smile was a bit catchy...

"Abraxas Malfoy!!! You bastard idiot! You idiot with dragon shit in your head!"

'boom'

A fire snake with thick thighs completed its mission without even setting the bed sheet on fire except for the target...

Tom moved his fingers slightly, extinguished the fire, then gritted his teeth and sat in front of the desk, pulled out a piece of red parchment, growled and began to vent his dissatisfaction.

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Abraxas pinched the shouting letter and blinked, not wanting to open it. It wasn't that he was worried that little Tom would be angry, but...

"Father, Olivia...you should know that I have very good eyesight...and don't forget that you are wizards. Do you think I can't see you when you hold up a vase?"

The two looked at each other and silently let go of their hands. The vase automatically returned to its original position. Brutus giggled twice to hide his embarrassment.

(A certain game is said to be launched next year, which is probably a bit uncertain. How about I wait until it is launched before updating it!)