Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Mrs. Cole rolled her eyes, this woman must be mentally ill! Look at their kids here! They are all abandoned by their parents or homeless.

If you really don’t want children, then take measures! Can a group of irresponsible fools do anything for the sake of ridiculous and illusory love?

"Hey, Mrs. Riddle, as you can see, we are an orphanage here, so we probably can't provide you with a good environment..."

Merope moved her lips, and the light in her eyes extinguished again. She thought that after these few months of getting along, Tom would really fall in love with her...

In addition, she was pregnant with Tom's child, so she chose to give up feeding Tom a love potion, but she never thought that Tom didn't fall in love with her at all...

Touching her belly with empty eyes, Merop felt a little uncomfortable. The arrival of this child...can't change anything...

The old dean sighed. She had seen too many such things. The only ones who were pitiful were the children who stayed here. "Mrs. Riddle... you can stay here temporarily and wait until the child is born before making a decision." ..”

After settling Merope, Mrs. Cole complained dissatisfiedly, "Dean, look at her, she is so annoying!"

"Whenever you mention that Riddle, it's like a different person... Aren't you worried about that woman leaving alone after giving birth?"

The old dean coughed a few times, sat on the chair and shook his head slightly, "Mrs. Riddle's health is very poor, I guess... Well, it's just one more child, which won't have much impact on us..."

"I just hate this kind of person! It's so disgusting! These scum deserve to go to hell!"

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The time soon came to winter, and Mrs. Cole was confused. The weather was obviously so cold, but the woman was still wearing thin clothes.

What's even stranger is that the woman's hands are always warm, as if the temperature has no effect on her at all.

Mrs. Cole remembered a book she had read, which recorded events from more than ten centuries ago, when the church was massacring heterogeneous people...

Those people are said to have demonic powers. They must be fixed on a cross, burned to death and their heads cut off in order to completely kill those demons.

"Tsk, devil? Can it be scarier than dirty guys?"

Mrs. Cole pushed open the door of Merope's room with a dinner plate. Seeing the painful expression on the other person's face, she frowned and cursed, "Can't you just say something! Damn it!"

Knowing that the other party was about to give birth, Mrs. Cole put down the plate and ran out. After telling the old dean what had happened, she went to find the medical kit.

Oh, God! Is this woman brainless? Don’t you know how to call someone when you give birth? Can you give birth by holding it in alone?

After a period of panic, Merope finally saw his son on Christmas Eve, but there was no joy in his eyes.

"Ho...ho...name...Tom...Tom...Marvolo...Riddle..."

Merope grabbed the old dean's wrist tightly, and after breathing heavily, the furnishings in the room suddenly began to shake violently.

Not long after, Merop breathed his last completely, his sunken eyes staring intently at the quiet baby.

"Dean!! This is so weird... including this child... Do we really want to take him in..."